Post by crann on Dec 10, 2018 2:01:48 GMT -6
NOW WE CONQUER
The screen pops up with those very words as soon the letters begin to fade as we hear the theme song of Jonah Rock as he comes out with Gino Gambino.
Jonah Rock: Someone scared? I mean... we came here to conquer, not to sit on the bench. This is how you treat us? By being afraid of what we're capable of? Did you folks actually watch our videos and realise? So is this some sort of punishment? From what I said when I was signed to UWF? By not booking myself or Gino Gambino? Two superstars who have travelled the world making a name for themselves. This is the treatment we're expected? Or are you trying to tell me you had nothing for me? Ah, it's so funny when you travel from the other side of the world and expect something... YOU were begging for us, begging for us to show the world what we've got to show. Thing is... we've already done that. We conquered and we will continue to do so, to the point where you people will be begging us to leave because let's face it. The Mexicans, over. The Canadians, over. The Europeans and Brits, over. The Americans, worldwide status. Australia, conquering the world. So, now I'm out here... I'll let Gino express his anger and it won't be pretty.
Gino Gambino: I begin to doubt, just like I doubted Australia would ever be on the map. When you bust your ass, work so hard, travel overseas to further your craft and only to be shat on. It pisses you off. Some of the guys here get in easy, walk through the door or they're too busy sucking up management's ass. It's the truth, I'm a straight-shooter and people aren't going to like it one bit. You either like me or you despise me, like I care... But to the point we're making. Continue to leave us out of shows and there will be consequences because you're the one holding us but we can easily walk off from this place and make waves elsewhere. Just because we're here doesn't mean a thing. Our contract is a special one, nobody else on the roster has it. We could rock up at any given promotion, any given show and tear it up; but the question lies within this promotion... Are you going to forget us or do we have to also... CONQUER THIS?
The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to UWF Resistance coming to you LIVE from the Lawlor Events Center in Reno, Nevada!
Matt Striker: That's right, we're in the Neon Babylon here tonight with what promises to be an intense and action-packed card that includes a match which is sure to get violent between deathmatch star Nick Gage and ICW alumnus Jack Jester!
Mauro Ranallo: Also in the pipeline are our quarter-finals for the Prime Time Championship tournament announced last week, with Grado set to square off against Scott Steiner on one side of the bracket and Velveteen Dream squaring off against Kidman.
Matt Striker: Both of those matches promise to be hard-hitting affairs, but so, too does the return of the Daemon to in-ring action as he looks to avenge an embarrassment last week when he goes up against not one, but both Uso brothers!
Mauro Ranallo: And in the main event, it could be a clash between the past and the future Prime Time Champions as Jeff Hardy, who last week was given a bye to the tournament finale for that title, squares off against the former Prime Time Champion Drew McIntyre.
Matt Striker: Let's not waste any more time — let's get right to the action!
Michael Buffer: The following match is set for one fall introducing first...
"Twisted Transistor" plays throughout the arena as the lights begin to flash red and blue. The crowd boo as they realize its time for Jack Jester.
Jack Jester makes his way onto the stage as the crowd boo.
Michael Buffer: "On his way to the ring, Jack Jester"
Jester smiles to himself before making his way towards the ring. Jack stops halfway to taunt as Michael Buffer announces his arrival. Jester smiles as he looks at the Resistance's audience showing their distain for him.
Jester continues his way to the ring before entering and waits for the bell to begin as he removes his entrance gear.
Michael Buffer: And already standing in the ring Nick Gage!
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
Nick Gage and Jack Jester stare down each other neither one wanting to back down from the other. The first shot is fired when Nick Gage throws a punch at the jaw of Jester, who responds in kind. The two trade punches until Jester throws a low kick to the knee bringing Gage down to a kneeling position which Jester follows up with a kneeling DDT. He floats over and goes for a quick pin on Nick Gage kicks out at one. He grabs Gage by the shirt and drags him over to the corner and begins stomping away at him. Standing on his chest using the ropes for extra leverage, letting go before the final count of five can be called out.
Matt Striker: Don’t expect a pretty match from these two individuals they are known for their hardcore displays which border on sadism.
Mauro Ranallo: With that said Matt this isn’t a hardcore match they have to realize that this must stay within the confines of the rules.
The referee gives Jester a warning pulling him into the center of the ring, he blows the ref off, and walks back into a Nick Gage drop toe hold sending him head first into the second turnbuckle! Nick Gage is immediately on the offensive grabbing Jester by the hair and slamming his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly, and then hip tossing the groggy Jester to the middle of the ring. Where he mounts Jack and rains down punch after brutal punch. Jester shifts his weight and rolls Nick Gage onto his back, and Jester stands stomping Gage in the stomach for good measure. Jester picks up Gage looking to throw him back down with a side suplex, but a rake to the eyes stops that in it’s tracks. He throws Jester off and rebounds him off the ropes meeting him in the center with a kitchen sink. He grabs the kneeled over Jester by the tights and throws him into the corner post at full speed.
Mauro Ranallo: This match has just gotten out of the feeling out processes and they have already begun to brutalize each other.
Nick Gage pulls Jack out of the corner, and Jester shoves him off rolling out of the ring to take a breath. Gage responds by running off the ropes and trying for a baseball kick to the outside which is sidestepped by Jester! He pulls Gage to the outside and throws him into the steel barricade, and runs with a full head of steam crunching Gage in between the barrier and Jester with a vicious clothesline!
Jester grabs Gage by the head and pulls him over only to ram him headfirst into the steel post, and throws him into the ring. He follows him in and begins stalking Gage, who rolls into the corner and kicks jester in the stomach when he gets close. He jumps up to his feet and grapples Jester by the throat going for the Choke breaker! Jester wiggles his way out, but isn’t saved from a vicious punch to the back of the head knocking him out! Nick Gage looks on at Jester with a look of anger in his eyes then looks to the outside.
Matt Striker: That’s the look of someone with some bad intentions! Jester better get up soon or else he may not like what’s coming up next!
Nick slides out of the ring and begins looking under the ring for weapons pulling out a light tube! He cracks it over his knee in half and slides back into the ring to the now stirring jester. The referee runs over to try to take the weapon from Gage but is quickly shoved away for his trouble. Gage grabs Jester by the hair and lifts him into a kneeling position jabbing the jagged end of the light tube into the forehead of Jester digging it in until Jester begins to bleed. He lets go and Jester rolls to the outside.
The ref calls for the bell
“Here is your winner by disqualification Jack Jester!”
Gage seemingly not caring about the ruling follows Jester out of the ring with the light tube looking to do more damage. As Gage swings it down Jack rolls out of the way and picks up the corkscrew. Nick Gage and Jester have a bit of a stand-off with Nick making the first move, Jack ducks the swing and gets him in a choke with one arm, using the other to dig the corkscrew into the head of Gage. Gage responds by placing the jagged piece of light tube into Jack’s head again and dropping down with a stunner.
The two crimson masked competitors look around for their weapons, but before they can get a hand on another object to use on each other security rushes Nick Gage. Bringing him to the back as he tries fighting off the guards while Jack Jester pushes his corkscrew aside, climbs into the rings bloodied, and falls to his knees. There's a strange energy in the arena as the fans witness the display with confusion, Jester clearly beseeching some sort of God for assistance or guidance, before the lights cut out.
Mauro Ranallo: What on Earth?
Matt Striker: Once more it seems, Jack Jester has called down the darkness and I'm not sure what to make of this Mauro!
Suddenly...
RUN!
Lights turn on throughout the crowd like little fireflies, swaying in the darkness. Then a solitary lantern flares to life on the stage, and in the light it casts, a man can be seen.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! It's Bray Wyatt!
Matt Striker: A man with a long and storied career in the UWF has seemingly returned, and this won't be good news for anyone on the roster, Mauro!
The Eater of Worlds is seated in a rocking chair, rocking gently. Behind him, a figure in a sheep mask stands tall, one hand on the back of Bray's chair and swaying as it rocks. Jester crawls out of the ring and walks slowly up the ramp, the blood still pouring down his face, and it's a terrifying sight as he lumbers up to the chair and falls on his knees before Bray. The voice from previous weeks plays across the arena over the disturbing display...
Help... Me
Suddenly, the lights cut out again, but Bray's laughter can still be heard over the arena soundsystem for several long seconds before even it fades, leaving all in darkness. On that eerie note, the feed moves along.
The scene opens with the camera panning across, to see the Oregon City Police Station. The very place that Marty Scurll has been sent to after being interrupted in his celebration of the fantastic contest between Nigel McGuinness and the Velveteen Dream. The reasons he is in there are incredibly vague, but we have no doubt a certain person is concerned about his well being.
Nigel McGuinness: “Just as we break even… fucks sake Marty… how do I even get into this place?”
Nigel peers out of the window to a police officer standing by the entrance of the police department. They become alert to that Nigel wants their attention.
Nigel McGuinness: “How do I get into this place, ma- I mean sir.”
The officer doesn’t speak but merely signals to the left, and Nigel waves his hand in thanks. He drives up to park his car, reversing it in slowly. He then takes a deep breath and pulls his keys from his car.
Nigel opens his car door and gets out, walking straight up to the doors of the police department, he goes to the front desk and begins to enquire to them for something.
Nigel McGuinness: “Hello Miss, could I please enquire about an inappropriate arrest, of my friend more specifically.”
Receptionist: “Of course sir, could we get a name for your friend in question?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Sure, Martin Scurll. I do believe he’d be under that name.”
Nigel waits for a second as the receptionist looks through her records and then nods and begins to talk once more.
Receptionist: “Could I get your name also?”
Nigel panics in the thought he could potentially get arrested right here right now, the kidnappings and beatdowns flash back into his mind image by image.
Nigel McGuinness: “Um, uh. Nigel McGuinness.”
Receptionist: “Ok Mr McGuinness, could you take a seat there for us? An officer will be over to you shortly.”
Given this instruction, Nigel sits down on a bench inside the station and looks at the clock. The time reads 8:24.
The time then goes flying past, as he reads a local newspaper. He looks back up at the clock and it reads 9:12.
A police officer comes over and Nigel gives one more glance at the clock, with the time reading 9:44. He sighs and then follows them to their desk. The name reads Casey Jefferson.
Nigel McGuinness: “Hello- uh... “
Nigel is stunned into sudden silence as he has no indication of if this is a woman or a man. No long hair, no visible boobs, nothing to indicate.
Nigel McGuinness: “Sir.”
Casey Jefferson: “I feel deeply offended by that sir, I am in fact a female officer and I do not think I can carry out this interview any longer. I will ask of you to leave the premises.”
Nigel McGuinness: “But-”
Casey Jefferson: “Leave now otherwise it’ll be done with force.”
Nigel obliges and gets up and leaves the station, peering at the receptionist on the way out. He goes back in his car but instead of driving away, he gets out his phone and dials up the Velveteen Dream!
Nigel McGuinness: “Hey Dream, could you get down to Oregon City Police Department? I really need your help in something.”
Nigel turns back on his engine and drives out of the station and parks up around the corner.
The camera of Revolution comes back to Sammy Guevara in frame of the camera, Sammy is sitting down in a chair with his arm in tape, Guevara has dark circles under his eyes. Sammy grimaces in pain as he accidentally moves his shoulder. Sammy looks up as he sees something off screen...
Leyton Buzzard is shown hiding away from someone or something, Leyton notices Guevara as his eyes light up. Leyton makes his way over to Guevara, Leyton slaps Guevara on the shoulder, Guevara jumps back as he looks back angry at Leyton...
Leyton Buzzard:
Hey Sammy, Huge fan you look better than most back here amirite?... huh...
Sammy looks at Leyton with a blank expression as Leyton slaps him on the shoulder again.
Sammy Guevara:
Leyton I am here to get evaluated for the most must see return to the UWF. McIntyre is going to regret the decision to destroy the brain to the nervous system that was the only reason he was relevant. So the crowd better get their money ready because the Sammy Guevara Stocks are going to skyrocket. I had plenty of time to evaluate my previous ego...
Leyton is clearly not listening to Guevara's ego his face turns to a weird expression at the mention of a return...
Kevin Steen is returning? Wait why would you get evaluated for a Kevin Steen comeback... mhmmm...
Leyton begins pulling at the face of Guevara, Trying to remove a mask or something...
Steen is dead you imbecile. I meant Mr Moneys worth Sammy Guevara.... More exciting than a rocket taking off into space and just like a rocket I am on my way to the top.... You should go away...
The lights begin to flicker on and off as Leyton begins to act worried again...
You mean like a vacation?
Yeah as far away as possible from me...
Guevara stand up and walks off as Leyton thinks about it he smiles as the lights flicker again he runs off towards the parking garage...
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME
The sirens start to blare across the arena as the Genetic Freak walks out of the curtain wearing his traditional chain mail headgear. Stands at the top of the ramp and flexes for all his freaks out there and kiss one of them. He goes down the ramp and lets all the women touch his muscles.
Micheal Buffer: Now heading down the aisle. From Detroit Michigan. He weighs in tonight at 276 pounds. He is the Big Bad Booty Daddy, he is the Genetic Freak, he is Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner.
He gets into the ring and heads to the top turnbuckle and once again flexes his muscles and gives the other one a kiss. As he comes down he takes off his headgear and makes sure he tells the usher where to put it as he waits for his opponent.
Michael Buffer: And his opponent...
The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancing and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make their way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into their Corner.
Micheal Buffer: “And representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
The bell rings but Steiner doesn't even bother to look at Grado, instead, he looks, flexes and yells at some random fans much to the dislike of the crowd who begins booing loudly, this just makes Pappa Pump angrier and he starts yelling louder and paying even less attention to Grado who sneaks up behind him, on the tip of his toes, and rolls him up in a schoolboy!
1...
2...
NO!
Steiner pushes Grado off of him!
Grado gets back up to his feet quickly and so does Steiner who has a crazy look on his eyes, he yells at Grado and starts walking towards him but the Scottish superstar stands still!
Matt Striker: Grado is one brave son of a gun, every other person would run away with the sight of Scott Steiner approaching them!
Mauro Ranallo: Well he did say he isn't afraid of Steiner and he is determined to show it here
Steiner reaches Grado and stands toe to toe with as he starts talking mad trash which turns into yelling and a lot of spitting on the behalf of Steiner, Grado finally has enough and pushes Steiner away before hitting him in the chest with a knife edge chop! And he continues the assault! Two chops, three chops, four chops, with each chop they get closer to the ropes and when Grado hits the fifth chop Steiner reaches the ropes, Grado grabs Steiner's hand tries to Irish Whip him but the genetic freak holds on! Grado is confused for a second and Steiner uses that to his advantage by pulling Grado into his grip and throwing him overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Steiner sits up and with a smug look on his face starts flexing and he doesn't notice that Grado got to his feet already and is getting ready for something big... he kicks Steiner in the back once before charging the ropes and coming back with a huge cannonball to Steiner! He quickly goes over to pin Steiner with one leg hooked
1...
2....
NO!
Steiner just raises his shoulder this time but Grado doesn't give him a chance to recover as he starts stomping a mudhole through the Amateur Wrestling champion, he finally stops the stomps after what seems like forever and starts looking to both of his sides on the cheering fans, he starts stomping the mats and waving his arms around like crazy!
Matt Striker: Oh Mauro... you know what's coming now...
Mauro Ranallo: I do Striker, it's the Worm, or as Grado calls it, The Slug!
Grado starts jumping around the ring on one leg as his buddy Boar and the entire crowd cheers on him and when he reaches the ropes opposite of Steiner he starts doing push-ups towards him, he finally reaches Steiner and goes to drop the hand but Steiner manages to slide out of the way in time! Grado clutches his hand and screams in pain while Steiner just laughs at him, this angers Grado who charges an unexpecting Steiner and hits him with a shoulder block that only staggers him! Grado needs Steiner to go down so he starts punching him in the jaw! one punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, he follows the fourth punch by twirling his arms around before dropping the Elbow on the Innovator of the Frankensteiner! but even that won't keep him down, but instead just stun him!
Grado is shocked and just looks at the stunned Steiner then at the ropes, he yells and calls for Wee Boot! and the fans cheer very loudly for it, he charges the ropes and when he reaches Steiner he tries to lift his boot up but before he can he's met with a STIFF lariat! Steiner falls onto the ropes and laughs as the fans boo him the loudest they can but he just tells them all to go fuck themselves before picking up Grado and putting him in a vertical suplex position, he holds him there for a few moments all while flipping off the booing fans before finally dropping him with the Steiner Screwdriver! he pins Grado while hooking one leg
1....
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Steiner flexes to celebrate his win as the ref and Boar go to check on Grado while the feed moves elsewhere.
We see Nigel McGuinness standing outside his car waiting for a person, assumably Velveteen Dream. He walks around to the pavement side and then calls him up once more.
Nigel McGuinness: Dream where are you?
The camera cuts to a close up of Dream telling people to keep quiet as he picks up the phone.
Velveteen Dream: There's traffic getting there from the airport. My limo driver is going as fast as he can!
The camera zooms out to the Velveteen Dream in a limo sipping a martini while he has multiple celebrities in the car.
Velveteen Dream: It's just really really bad right now. Hopefully the Dream can be there very soon.
Nigel McGuinness: It’s kinda urgent Dream. You know about what happened with Marty? This is the place he’s at, and they won’t even let me in!
A time lapse starts once more of Nigel waiting around, he checks his watch and it reads 11:21 and he sighs looking around, hoping that Dream will turn up.
Eventually Nigel checks his watch once more, the time is 13:11 and the limo pulls up slowly beside the limo, and Dream gets out. The celebrities in the car wave him goodbye as the limo takes off. The Dream has a smile on his face from the fun and sees Nigel is upset.
Velveteen Dream: Yeah… A lot of traffic, but the Velveteen Dream is here now! Why did you need me here again?
Nigel McGuinness: For fucks sake Dream, didn’t you hear me over the phone? I mean what were you even doing in there?! Look. It doesn’t matter. What does matter though is getting Marty out of that cell. I can’t go in there because I offended one of the officers, but you… wear this wire and this earpiece. Keep me updated in there.
Velveteen Dream: Can't I just go in there and pay his bail? Like how much could it possibly be?
Nigel McGuinness: That’s what I was going to, but before I could even ask what it was, they kicked me out! Try and find out how much it is, if it’s too much, we’ll have to go to some other tactics.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream will go in there and find out. Maybe you shouldn't go into places offending everyone. It's 2018, Nigel. Conduct yourself better. Let the Dream show you how it's done.
The Velveteen Dream wires up and heads on into the police station. He goes the receptionist’s desk and waits for attention. A person finally answers him.
Receptionist: How can I help you, sir?
Velveteen Dream: The Velveteen Dream is here to bail out of friend of mine.
The receptionist gives him a weird look as he referred to himself in the third person.
Receptionist: What's their name?
Velveteen Dream: Marty Scurll.
The receptionist looks name the name and tell him there's no one with that name in the station. Nigel quickly tells him his real name is “Martin Scurll.”
Velveteen Dream: Try Martin Scurll. His nickname is Marty, my bad.
She does another search on the computer and results were found.
Receptionist: His bail is 1.5 million dollars.
The Dream's eyes widen as that's almost all his money. He tells the receptionist to give him a second as he turns around and whispers into the wire to tell Nigel he ain't paying that.
Receptionist: I’m sorry, sir. What did you say?
Velveteen Dream: The Dream said he can't pay that. Is it visiting hours right now? The Velveteen Dream wants to talk to Scurll.
Receptionist: You're lucky, cause visiting hours are almost over. Just sign your REAL name here and we'll have the guard take you to the visitation area to see Martin Scurll.
The Dream nods as he tries signing his wrestling name. The lady stops him and tells him to sign his real name. He sighs as he signs Patrick Clark and the lady has a smug smile.
Velveteen Dream: There. Now take me to see Scurll.
Receptionist: That guard right over there will take you. Harold! Come take our visitor to Martin Scurll’s cell.
The police officer called “Harold” leads Velveteen over to the cell areas, and he walks straight past many hungover men in cells, and leads him to the end of the corridor where there is a stool to sit on, facing Marty’s cell.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Thank god you’re here Dream, I started to believe that everyone had forgotten about me…”
The Dream quickly puts his hand on the hidden mic to muffle the sound between him and Scurll.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream feels the same. The Dream was freaking out the whole time while Nigel ate crumpets and tea.
The Dream lies to Scurll as Nigel was the most freaked out about the situation, but if Dream wants to take down Scurll’s business then he has to get rid of Nigel.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Was he really? Well I don’t blame him… after all he wasn’t cleared to compete last Resistance, and showing a performance like that? I’m quite proud of him in honestly, I thought he had you beat.”
Velveteen Dream: Hahaha, you're joking right? He's just the old man version of you.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “He’s only 42… and what’s bad about that anyway?”
There is an awkward silence shared between the two of them as they intensely lock eyes.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Well it’s good to hear that you came for me, how much did they even set my bail for?”
Velveteen Dream: 1.5 million… You know the Dream would pay that in a heartbeat, but then that'd take my net worth all the way to a plummet.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “That’s completely understandable… did you find out why they decided to lock me away in here?”
Velveteen Dream: The Dream is just gonna go off a hunch and say it's because you almost killed Post Malone and he lived to tell the tale and you were the last one spotted with that British TV guy before he was found dead. Just a hunch…
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Could be… but both of them had it coming. You don’t just mess with the Villain and get away with it. I mean you and I, after you get me out of this dump, we'll be on the top of the UWF… forever.”
Velveteen Dream: Chill out there, Penguin. Listen, we're gonna get you outta-
Before the Dream finishes his sentence, Harold tells him he needs to do a quick pat down just incase of any contraband. The Dream tells him to back off.
Harold has no other choice then kick the Dream out. He goes to pull Dream by his elbow to lead him out of the station. Dream retaliates and walks out on his own terms.
Nigel McGuinness: “So how did it go? Is he coming out in a bit? What’s the bail?”
Velveteen Dream: “The Dream doesn’t need to answer all of that, just know I know one thing… the only way we’re getting him out of that station is by breaking him out.”
The two stare off as the scene cuts off abruptly.
The camera cuts backstage to a poorly light hallway backstage. Off camera a low mumbled laugh can be heard getting progressively louder. Then emerging from the shadows, slowly comes Vampiro. Vampiro stands with his usual painted face although some of his hair has fallen over his face. He stares down the camera.
Vampiro: Last week...
Vampiro bites his bottom lip, he raises his hands to his face, clenching his fists which are trembling with rage.
Vampiro: Last week was supposed to be perfect. I finally stood alone in a ring, surrounded by the most beautifully sharp barbed wire, aching to be used to peel flesh from bone. I had plans, plans that I had be dreaming of for days since the match was announced. The thought of the screams of agony. The feeling of watching the pain spread across the face of the man standing in front you. The smell of fear and helplessness that grip the air. I had plans...
Vampiro turns and punches the wall next to him repeatedly until blood begins to pour from his knuckles.
Vampiro: That was all TAKEN from my by that little PRICK Leyton Buzzard! For weeks, Iv sat by idly and watched as he ran around these halls, asking everyone and anyone he could find to help him put an end to me once and for all. Nobody would help him, NOBODY! Why? Because they knew what I was capable of! They seen what I did to Joe Hendry, to Dowie James, to Scott Steiner after our match! They knew they would suffer the same, torturous and soul sucking fate. Finally the match was made. Buzzard vs Vampiro in a barbed wire massacre! We stand across from each other in the ring. I begin to pummel you! Raining blow after blow after blow.....the feeling of sheer ecstasy pulsating through my veins watching tears pour from your eyes. Then *POOF!* Suddenly you disappeared......and I’m left all alone in the arena. Unsatisfied and filled with utter rage and anger.
For the first time a devious grin spreads across the face of The Daemon as he licks his lips and brushes his hair from his face.
Vampiro: Look into my eyes, and listen to the prophecy that I speak. I don’t care how long it takes me. I don’t care who stands in my way! I will FINISH what I started! Leyton I promise you this isn’t over! I will personally make sure that you’re life ends with me! I will snap EVERY BONE in that tiny skinny body of yours! I will hunt you down and rain my vengeance down upon you and it will feel like NOTHING you have every felt before! Everywhere you go you’ll be looking over your shoulder, wondering where I am! The reaper always collects what belongs to him! It’s only a matter of time! Anyone who stands in my path to you will suffer the same fate! Pain, suffering .....misery. I will rip this company to shreds until I have my hands around your throat... I’ll be seeing you real soon...
The screen pops up with those very words as soon the letters begin to fade as we hear the theme song of Jonah Rock as he comes out with Gino Gambino.
Jonah Rock: Someone scared? I mean... we came here to conquer, not to sit on the bench. This is how you treat us? By being afraid of what we're capable of? Did you folks actually watch our videos and realise? So is this some sort of punishment? From what I said when I was signed to UWF? By not booking myself or Gino Gambino? Two superstars who have travelled the world making a name for themselves. This is the treatment we're expected? Or are you trying to tell me you had nothing for me? Ah, it's so funny when you travel from the other side of the world and expect something... YOU were begging for us, begging for us to show the world what we've got to show. Thing is... we've already done that. We conquered and we will continue to do so, to the point where you people will be begging us to leave because let's face it. The Mexicans, over. The Canadians, over. The Europeans and Brits, over. The Americans, worldwide status. Australia, conquering the world. So, now I'm out here... I'll let Gino express his anger and it won't be pretty.
Gino Gambino: I begin to doubt, just like I doubted Australia would ever be on the map. When you bust your ass, work so hard, travel overseas to further your craft and only to be shat on. It pisses you off. Some of the guys here get in easy, walk through the door or they're too busy sucking up management's ass. It's the truth, I'm a straight-shooter and people aren't going to like it one bit. You either like me or you despise me, like I care... But to the point we're making. Continue to leave us out of shows and there will be consequences because you're the one holding us but we can easily walk off from this place and make waves elsewhere. Just because we're here doesn't mean a thing. Our contract is a special one, nobody else on the roster has it. We could rock up at any given promotion, any given show and tear it up; but the question lies within this promotion... Are you going to forget us or do we have to also... CONQUER THIS?
The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to UWF Resistance coming to you LIVE from the Lawlor Events Center in Reno, Nevada!
Matt Striker: That's right, we're in the Neon Babylon here tonight with what promises to be an intense and action-packed card that includes a match which is sure to get violent between deathmatch star Nick Gage and ICW alumnus Jack Jester!
Mauro Ranallo: Also in the pipeline are our quarter-finals for the Prime Time Championship tournament announced last week, with Grado set to square off against Scott Steiner on one side of the bracket and Velveteen Dream squaring off against Kidman.
Matt Striker: Both of those matches promise to be hard-hitting affairs, but so, too does the return of the Daemon to in-ring action as he looks to avenge an embarrassment last week when he goes up against not one, but both Uso brothers!
Mauro Ranallo: And in the main event, it could be a clash between the past and the future Prime Time Champions as Jeff Hardy, who last week was given a bye to the tournament finale for that title, squares off against the former Prime Time Champion Drew McIntyre.
Matt Striker: Let's not waste any more time — let's get right to the action!
Michael Buffer: The following match is set for one fall introducing first...
"Twisted Transistor" plays throughout the arena as the lights begin to flash red and blue. The crowd boo as they realize its time for Jack Jester.
Jack Jester makes his way onto the stage as the crowd boo.
Michael Buffer: "On his way to the ring, Jack Jester"
Jester smiles to himself before making his way towards the ring. Jack stops halfway to taunt as Michael Buffer announces his arrival. Jester smiles as he looks at the Resistance's audience showing their distain for him.
Jester continues his way to the ring before entering and waits for the bell to begin as he removes his entrance gear.
Michael Buffer: And already standing in the ring Nick Gage!
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Nick Gage and Jack Jester stare down each other neither one wanting to back down from the other. The first shot is fired when Nick Gage throws a punch at the jaw of Jester, who responds in kind. The two trade punches until Jester throws a low kick to the knee bringing Gage down to a kneeling position which Jester follows up with a kneeling DDT. He floats over and goes for a quick pin on Nick Gage kicks out at one. He grabs Gage by the shirt and drags him over to the corner and begins stomping away at him. Standing on his chest using the ropes for extra leverage, letting go before the final count of five can be called out.
Matt Striker: Don’t expect a pretty match from these two individuals they are known for their hardcore displays which border on sadism.
Mauro Ranallo: With that said Matt this isn’t a hardcore match they have to realize that this must stay within the confines of the rules.
The referee gives Jester a warning pulling him into the center of the ring, he blows the ref off, and walks back into a Nick Gage drop toe hold sending him head first into the second turnbuckle! Nick Gage is immediately on the offensive grabbing Jester by the hair and slamming his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly, and then hip tossing the groggy Jester to the middle of the ring. Where he mounts Jack and rains down punch after brutal punch. Jester shifts his weight and rolls Nick Gage onto his back, and Jester stands stomping Gage in the stomach for good measure. Jester picks up Gage looking to throw him back down with a side suplex, but a rake to the eyes stops that in it’s tracks. He throws Jester off and rebounds him off the ropes meeting him in the center with a kitchen sink. He grabs the kneeled over Jester by the tights and throws him into the corner post at full speed.
Mauro Ranallo: This match has just gotten out of the feeling out processes and they have already begun to brutalize each other.
Nick Gage pulls Jack out of the corner, and Jester shoves him off rolling out of the ring to take a breath. Gage responds by running off the ropes and trying for a baseball kick to the outside which is sidestepped by Jester! He pulls Gage to the outside and throws him into the steel barricade, and runs with a full head of steam crunching Gage in between the barrier and Jester with a vicious clothesline!
Jester grabs Gage by the head and pulls him over only to ram him headfirst into the steel post, and throws him into the ring. He follows him in and begins stalking Gage, who rolls into the corner and kicks jester in the stomach when he gets close. He jumps up to his feet and grapples Jester by the throat going for the Choke breaker! Jester wiggles his way out, but isn’t saved from a vicious punch to the back of the head knocking him out! Nick Gage looks on at Jester with a look of anger in his eyes then looks to the outside.
Matt Striker: That’s the look of someone with some bad intentions! Jester better get up soon or else he may not like what’s coming up next!
Nick slides out of the ring and begins looking under the ring for weapons pulling out a light tube! He cracks it over his knee in half and slides back into the ring to the now stirring jester. The referee runs over to try to take the weapon from Gage but is quickly shoved away for his trouble. Gage grabs Jester by the hair and lifts him into a kneeling position jabbing the jagged end of the light tube into the forehead of Jester digging it in until Jester begins to bleed. He lets go and Jester rolls to the outside.
The ref calls for the bell
“Here is your winner by disqualification Jack Jester!”
Gage seemingly not caring about the ruling follows Jester out of the ring with the light tube looking to do more damage. As Gage swings it down Jack rolls out of the way and picks up the corkscrew. Nick Gage and Jester have a bit of a stand-off with Nick making the first move, Jack ducks the swing and gets him in a choke with one arm, using the other to dig the corkscrew into the head of Gage. Gage responds by placing the jagged piece of light tube into Jack’s head again and dropping down with a stunner.
The two crimson masked competitors look around for their weapons, but before they can get a hand on another object to use on each other security rushes Nick Gage. Bringing him to the back as he tries fighting off the guards while Jack Jester pushes his corkscrew aside, climbs into the rings bloodied, and falls to his knees. There's a strange energy in the arena as the fans witness the display with confusion, Jester clearly beseeching some sort of God for assistance or guidance, before the lights cut out.
Mauro Ranallo: What on Earth?
Matt Striker: Once more it seems, Jack Jester has called down the darkness and I'm not sure what to make of this Mauro!
Suddenly...
RUN!
Lights turn on throughout the crowd like little fireflies, swaying in the darkness. Then a solitary lantern flares to life on the stage, and in the light it casts, a man can be seen.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! It's Bray Wyatt!
Matt Striker: A man with a long and storied career in the UWF has seemingly returned, and this won't be good news for anyone on the roster, Mauro!
The Eater of Worlds is seated in a rocking chair, rocking gently. Behind him, a figure in a sheep mask stands tall, one hand on the back of Bray's chair and swaying as it rocks. Jester crawls out of the ring and walks slowly up the ramp, the blood still pouring down his face, and it's a terrifying sight as he lumbers up to the chair and falls on his knees before Bray. The voice from previous weeks plays across the arena over the disturbing display...
Help... Me
Suddenly, the lights cut out again, but Bray's laughter can still be heard over the arena soundsystem for several long seconds before even it fades, leaving all in darkness. On that eerie note, the feed moves along.
The scene opens with the camera panning across, to see the Oregon City Police Station. The very place that Marty Scurll has been sent to after being interrupted in his celebration of the fantastic contest between Nigel McGuinness and the Velveteen Dream. The reasons he is in there are incredibly vague, but we have no doubt a certain person is concerned about his well being.
Nigel McGuinness: “Just as we break even… fucks sake Marty… how do I even get into this place?”
Nigel peers out of the window to a police officer standing by the entrance of the police department. They become alert to that Nigel wants their attention.
Nigel McGuinness: “How do I get into this place, ma- I mean sir.”
The officer doesn’t speak but merely signals to the left, and Nigel waves his hand in thanks. He drives up to park his car, reversing it in slowly. He then takes a deep breath and pulls his keys from his car.
Nigel opens his car door and gets out, walking straight up to the doors of the police department, he goes to the front desk and begins to enquire to them for something.
Nigel McGuinness: “Hello Miss, could I please enquire about an inappropriate arrest, of my friend more specifically.”
Receptionist: “Of course sir, could we get a name for your friend in question?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Sure, Martin Scurll. I do believe he’d be under that name.”
Nigel waits for a second as the receptionist looks through her records and then nods and begins to talk once more.
Receptionist: “Could I get your name also?”
Nigel panics in the thought he could potentially get arrested right here right now, the kidnappings and beatdowns flash back into his mind image by image.
Nigel McGuinness: “Um, uh. Nigel McGuinness.”
Receptionist: “Ok Mr McGuinness, could you take a seat there for us? An officer will be over to you shortly.”
Given this instruction, Nigel sits down on a bench inside the station and looks at the clock. The time reads 8:24.
The time then goes flying past, as he reads a local newspaper. He looks back up at the clock and it reads 9:12.
A police officer comes over and Nigel gives one more glance at the clock, with the time reading 9:44. He sighs and then follows them to their desk. The name reads Casey Jefferson.
Nigel McGuinness: “Hello- uh... “
Nigel is stunned into sudden silence as he has no indication of if this is a woman or a man. No long hair, no visible boobs, nothing to indicate.
Nigel McGuinness: “Sir.”
Casey Jefferson: “I feel deeply offended by that sir, I am in fact a female officer and I do not think I can carry out this interview any longer. I will ask of you to leave the premises.”
Nigel McGuinness: “But-”
Casey Jefferson: “Leave now otherwise it’ll be done with force.”
Nigel obliges and gets up and leaves the station, peering at the receptionist on the way out. He goes back in his car but instead of driving away, he gets out his phone and dials up the Velveteen Dream!
Nigel McGuinness: “Hey Dream, could you get down to Oregon City Police Department? I really need your help in something.”
Nigel turns back on his engine and drives out of the station and parks up around the corner.
The camera of Revolution comes back to Sammy Guevara in frame of the camera, Sammy is sitting down in a chair with his arm in tape, Guevara has dark circles under his eyes. Sammy grimaces in pain as he accidentally moves his shoulder. Sammy looks up as he sees something off screen...
Leyton Buzzard is shown hiding away from someone or something, Leyton notices Guevara as his eyes light up. Leyton makes his way over to Guevara, Leyton slaps Guevara on the shoulder, Guevara jumps back as he looks back angry at Leyton...
Leyton Buzzard:
Hey Sammy, Huge fan you look better than most back here amirite?... huh...
Sammy looks at Leyton with a blank expression as Leyton slaps him on the shoulder again.
Sammy Guevara:
Leyton I am here to get evaluated for the most must see return to the UWF. McIntyre is going to regret the decision to destroy the brain to the nervous system that was the only reason he was relevant. So the crowd better get their money ready because the Sammy Guevara Stocks are going to skyrocket. I had plenty of time to evaluate my previous ego...
Leyton is clearly not listening to Guevara's ego his face turns to a weird expression at the mention of a return...
Kevin Steen is returning? Wait why would you get evaluated for a Kevin Steen comeback... mhmmm...
Leyton begins pulling at the face of Guevara, Trying to remove a mask or something...
Steen is dead you imbecile. I meant Mr Moneys worth Sammy Guevara.... More exciting than a rocket taking off into space and just like a rocket I am on my way to the top.... You should go away...
The lights begin to flicker on and off as Leyton begins to act worried again...
You mean like a vacation?
Yeah as far away as possible from me...
Guevara stand up and walks off as Leyton thinks about it he smiles as the lights flicker again he runs off towards the parking garage...
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME
The sirens start to blare across the arena as the Genetic Freak walks out of the curtain wearing his traditional chain mail headgear. Stands at the top of the ramp and flexes for all his freaks out there and kiss one of them. He goes down the ramp and lets all the women touch his muscles.
Micheal Buffer: Now heading down the aisle. From Detroit Michigan. He weighs in tonight at 276 pounds. He is the Big Bad Booty Daddy, he is the Genetic Freak, he is Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner.
He gets into the ring and heads to the top turnbuckle and once again flexes his muscles and gives the other one a kiss. As he comes down he takes off his headgear and makes sure he tells the usher where to put it as he waits for his opponent.
Michael Buffer: And his opponent...
The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancing and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make their way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into their Corner.
Micheal Buffer: “And representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”
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The bell rings but Steiner doesn't even bother to look at Grado, instead, he looks, flexes and yells at some random fans much to the dislike of the crowd who begins booing loudly, this just makes Pappa Pump angrier and he starts yelling louder and paying even less attention to Grado who sneaks up behind him, on the tip of his toes, and rolls him up in a schoolboy!
1...
2...
NO!
Steiner pushes Grado off of him!
Grado gets back up to his feet quickly and so does Steiner who has a crazy look on his eyes, he yells at Grado and starts walking towards him but the Scottish superstar stands still!
Matt Striker: Grado is one brave son of a gun, every other person would run away with the sight of Scott Steiner approaching them!
Mauro Ranallo: Well he did say he isn't afraid of Steiner and he is determined to show it here
Steiner reaches Grado and stands toe to toe with as he starts talking mad trash which turns into yelling and a lot of spitting on the behalf of Steiner, Grado finally has enough and pushes Steiner away before hitting him in the chest with a knife edge chop! And he continues the assault! Two chops, three chops, four chops, with each chop they get closer to the ropes and when Grado hits the fifth chop Steiner reaches the ropes, Grado grabs Steiner's hand tries to Irish Whip him but the genetic freak holds on! Grado is confused for a second and Steiner uses that to his advantage by pulling Grado into his grip and throwing him overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Steiner sits up and with a smug look on his face starts flexing and he doesn't notice that Grado got to his feet already and is getting ready for something big... he kicks Steiner in the back once before charging the ropes and coming back with a huge cannonball to Steiner! He quickly goes over to pin Steiner with one leg hooked
1...
2....
NO!
Steiner just raises his shoulder this time but Grado doesn't give him a chance to recover as he starts stomping a mudhole through the Amateur Wrestling champion, he finally stops the stomps after what seems like forever and starts looking to both of his sides on the cheering fans, he starts stomping the mats and waving his arms around like crazy!
Matt Striker: Oh Mauro... you know what's coming now...
Mauro Ranallo: I do Striker, it's the Worm, or as Grado calls it, The Slug!
Grado starts jumping around the ring on one leg as his buddy Boar and the entire crowd cheers on him and when he reaches the ropes opposite of Steiner he starts doing push-ups towards him, he finally reaches Steiner and goes to drop the hand but Steiner manages to slide out of the way in time! Grado clutches his hand and screams in pain while Steiner just laughs at him, this angers Grado who charges an unexpecting Steiner and hits him with a shoulder block that only staggers him! Grado needs Steiner to go down so he starts punching him in the jaw! one punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, he follows the fourth punch by twirling his arms around before dropping the Elbow on the Innovator of the Frankensteiner! but even that won't keep him down, but instead just stun him!
Grado is shocked and just looks at the stunned Steiner then at the ropes, he yells and calls for Wee Boot! and the fans cheer very loudly for it, he charges the ropes and when he reaches Steiner he tries to lift his boot up but before he can he's met with a STIFF lariat! Steiner falls onto the ropes and laughs as the fans boo him the loudest they can but he just tells them all to go fuck themselves before picking up Grado and putting him in a vertical suplex position, he holds him there for a few moments all while flipping off the booing fans before finally dropping him with the Steiner Screwdriver! he pins Grado while hooking one leg
1....
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Steiner flexes to celebrate his win as the ref and Boar go to check on Grado while the feed moves elsewhere.
We see Nigel McGuinness standing outside his car waiting for a person, assumably Velveteen Dream. He walks around to the pavement side and then calls him up once more.
Nigel McGuinness: Dream where are you?
The camera cuts to a close up of Dream telling people to keep quiet as he picks up the phone.
Velveteen Dream: There's traffic getting there from the airport. My limo driver is going as fast as he can!
The camera zooms out to the Velveteen Dream in a limo sipping a martini while he has multiple celebrities in the car.
Velveteen Dream: It's just really really bad right now. Hopefully the Dream can be there very soon.
Nigel McGuinness: It’s kinda urgent Dream. You know about what happened with Marty? This is the place he’s at, and they won’t even let me in!
A time lapse starts once more of Nigel waiting around, he checks his watch and it reads 11:21 and he sighs looking around, hoping that Dream will turn up.
Eventually Nigel checks his watch once more, the time is 13:11 and the limo pulls up slowly beside the limo, and Dream gets out. The celebrities in the car wave him goodbye as the limo takes off. The Dream has a smile on his face from the fun and sees Nigel is upset.
Velveteen Dream: Yeah… A lot of traffic, but the Velveteen Dream is here now! Why did you need me here again?
Nigel McGuinness: For fucks sake Dream, didn’t you hear me over the phone? I mean what were you even doing in there?! Look. It doesn’t matter. What does matter though is getting Marty out of that cell. I can’t go in there because I offended one of the officers, but you… wear this wire and this earpiece. Keep me updated in there.
Velveteen Dream: Can't I just go in there and pay his bail? Like how much could it possibly be?
Nigel McGuinness: That’s what I was going to, but before I could even ask what it was, they kicked me out! Try and find out how much it is, if it’s too much, we’ll have to go to some other tactics.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream will go in there and find out. Maybe you shouldn't go into places offending everyone. It's 2018, Nigel. Conduct yourself better. Let the Dream show you how it's done.
The Velveteen Dream wires up and heads on into the police station. He goes the receptionist’s desk and waits for attention. A person finally answers him.
Receptionist: How can I help you, sir?
Velveteen Dream: The Velveteen Dream is here to bail out of friend of mine.
The receptionist gives him a weird look as he referred to himself in the third person.
Receptionist: What's their name?
Velveteen Dream: Marty Scurll.
The receptionist looks name the name and tell him there's no one with that name in the station. Nigel quickly tells him his real name is “Martin Scurll.”
Velveteen Dream: Try Martin Scurll. His nickname is Marty, my bad.
She does another search on the computer and results were found.
Receptionist: His bail is 1.5 million dollars.
The Dream's eyes widen as that's almost all his money. He tells the receptionist to give him a second as he turns around and whispers into the wire to tell Nigel he ain't paying that.
Receptionist: I’m sorry, sir. What did you say?
Velveteen Dream: The Dream said he can't pay that. Is it visiting hours right now? The Velveteen Dream wants to talk to Scurll.
Receptionist: You're lucky, cause visiting hours are almost over. Just sign your REAL name here and we'll have the guard take you to the visitation area to see Martin Scurll.
The Dream nods as he tries signing his wrestling name. The lady stops him and tells him to sign his real name. He sighs as he signs Patrick Clark and the lady has a smug smile.
Velveteen Dream: There. Now take me to see Scurll.
Receptionist: That guard right over there will take you. Harold! Come take our visitor to Martin Scurll’s cell.
The police officer called “Harold” leads Velveteen over to the cell areas, and he walks straight past many hungover men in cells, and leads him to the end of the corridor where there is a stool to sit on, facing Marty’s cell.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Thank god you’re here Dream, I started to believe that everyone had forgotten about me…”
The Dream quickly puts his hand on the hidden mic to muffle the sound between him and Scurll.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream feels the same. The Dream was freaking out the whole time while Nigel ate crumpets and tea.
The Dream lies to Scurll as Nigel was the most freaked out about the situation, but if Dream wants to take down Scurll’s business then he has to get rid of Nigel.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Was he really? Well I don’t blame him… after all he wasn’t cleared to compete last Resistance, and showing a performance like that? I’m quite proud of him in honestly, I thought he had you beat.”
Velveteen Dream: Hahaha, you're joking right? He's just the old man version of you.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “He’s only 42… and what’s bad about that anyway?”
There is an awkward silence shared between the two of them as they intensely lock eyes.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Well it’s good to hear that you came for me, how much did they even set my bail for?”
Velveteen Dream: 1.5 million… You know the Dream would pay that in a heartbeat, but then that'd take my net worth all the way to a plummet.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “That’s completely understandable… did you find out why they decided to lock me away in here?”
Velveteen Dream: The Dream is just gonna go off a hunch and say it's because you almost killed Post Malone and he lived to tell the tale and you were the last one spotted with that British TV guy before he was found dead. Just a hunch…
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Could be… but both of them had it coming. You don’t just mess with the Villain and get away with it. I mean you and I, after you get me out of this dump, we'll be on the top of the UWF… forever.”
Velveteen Dream: Chill out there, Penguin. Listen, we're gonna get you outta-
Before the Dream finishes his sentence, Harold tells him he needs to do a quick pat down just incase of any contraband. The Dream tells him to back off.
Harold has no other choice then kick the Dream out. He goes to pull Dream by his elbow to lead him out of the station. Dream retaliates and walks out on his own terms.
Nigel McGuinness: “So how did it go? Is he coming out in a bit? What’s the bail?”
Velveteen Dream: “The Dream doesn’t need to answer all of that, just know I know one thing… the only way we’re getting him out of that station is by breaking him out.”
The two stare off as the scene cuts off abruptly.
The camera cuts backstage to a poorly light hallway backstage. Off camera a low mumbled laugh can be heard getting progressively louder. Then emerging from the shadows, slowly comes Vampiro. Vampiro stands with his usual painted face although some of his hair has fallen over his face. He stares down the camera.
Vampiro: Last week...
Vampiro bites his bottom lip, he raises his hands to his face, clenching his fists which are trembling with rage.
Vampiro: Last week was supposed to be perfect. I finally stood alone in a ring, surrounded by the most beautifully sharp barbed wire, aching to be used to peel flesh from bone. I had plans, plans that I had be dreaming of for days since the match was announced. The thought of the screams of agony. The feeling of watching the pain spread across the face of the man standing in front you. The smell of fear and helplessness that grip the air. I had plans...
Vampiro turns and punches the wall next to him repeatedly until blood begins to pour from his knuckles.
Vampiro: That was all TAKEN from my by that little PRICK Leyton Buzzard! For weeks, Iv sat by idly and watched as he ran around these halls, asking everyone and anyone he could find to help him put an end to me once and for all. Nobody would help him, NOBODY! Why? Because they knew what I was capable of! They seen what I did to Joe Hendry, to Dowie James, to Scott Steiner after our match! They knew they would suffer the same, torturous and soul sucking fate. Finally the match was made. Buzzard vs Vampiro in a barbed wire massacre! We stand across from each other in the ring. I begin to pummel you! Raining blow after blow after blow.....the feeling of sheer ecstasy pulsating through my veins watching tears pour from your eyes. Then *POOF!* Suddenly you disappeared......and I’m left all alone in the arena. Unsatisfied and filled with utter rage and anger.
For the first time a devious grin spreads across the face of The Daemon as he licks his lips and brushes his hair from his face.
Vampiro: Look into my eyes, and listen to the prophecy that I speak. I don’t care how long it takes me. I don’t care who stands in my way! I will FINISH what I started! Leyton I promise you this isn’t over! I will personally make sure that you’re life ends with me! I will snap EVERY BONE in that tiny skinny body of yours! I will hunt you down and rain my vengeance down upon you and it will feel like NOTHING you have every felt before! Everywhere you go you’ll be looking over your shoulder, wondering where I am! The reaper always collects what belongs to him! It’s only a matter of time! Anyone who stands in my path to you will suffer the same fate! Pain, suffering .....misery. I will rip this company to shreds until I have my hands around your throat... I’ll be seeing you real soon...
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