Post by Blake Worship on Nov 17, 2008 20:01:59 GMT -5
Cloud Strife stands over the fallen form of Boxer, playing to the fans who have succumbed to loud booing and tossing of rubbish at the cell, some of the garbage finding its way in between the chain links as well as the large holes that have now been blasted through the cell throughout the course of the match. Cloud then stoops over and snatches Boxer up by the head, eyes shining a bright bluish-green.
Cloud: Maybe now you'll understand you're place around here. I don't care if you "stay down" or not, just don't get in my face again!
Cloud cuts himself off by delivering a swift kick to the gut of Boxer that bends him in half, then wrapping his arm around Boxer's head and kicking his shins out from under him as he falls backward on the mat hard.
Simon: CLIMHAZZARD! I think that just about did it, folks!
Cloud rolls over onto Boxer as referee Chase Evans slides down next to them and makes the three-count, signalling the end of the match.
Announcer: The winner, and still REW World Heavyweight Champion, Cloud Strife!
The fans deafen the arena in their boos for Cloud, but he only plays his evil smile across his lips as he retrieves his World Title from the ref and prepares to exit the cell.
Then, suddenly...
Simon: HE'S HERE!
He's here...?
He who?
Who else...?
The DemiGod...
"Ride On Our Enemies" by Tupac blazes over the PA as Blake Worship steps out onto the entrance ramp, causing the arena to erupt in cheers.
Blake stands atop the ramp, mic in hand, looking out at all the screaming fans. So many times he has wondered how they could still love him so much, considering some of the things he's done and still call himself a "good guy"...
He wonders how much they might still love him after tonight...
Worship: Hey there, buh-dee! [loud pop] I'm sure you were in a rush to get out of there before any more surprises came your way, but I just HAD to be the first one to congratulate you on yet another win! My are you too hot to handle!
Cloud: [retrieving a mic through the cell] Wish I could say the same for you, but it would appear I'll have to congratulate my former teacher on his... [counts fingers] 4th straight loss? And at the hands of DHS' newest recruit? If I were you I'd quit while I was ahead, Blake.
Worship: If you were me you wouldn't need to shine your eyes all them fruity-ass colors to gain a win these days [huge pop], but that's besides the point. The point is, I didn't think it would actually be this EASY to lull you into this false sense of security. What do wins matter to a man who has had more wins than most of the people in this fed have had matches? What do losses mean to a man who can still count all the ones he's gotten on his fingers and toes? I've played this game far too long and too well, and now it's beginning to show in your actions, Cloud, 'cause you're moving your chess pieces just a tad too amateurish for my liking. As proof, I'll test you right now. [looks down] Time to prove yourself, Monster...
After a pause The Monster Freakula sits eerily up on the steel ramp, which oddly causes the fans to cheer. He gets to his feet and immediately runs down to the cell.
Allyson: Freakula is... a Regulator...?
Simon: Blake just made things very interesting with this acquisition...
Freakula slams into the cell door but it is still locked. He slashes at it with his razored glove a few times but eventually gives up and climbs up the cell, preparing to slice a hole in the top and drop down on Cloud. Cloud simply smirks and raises his mic to his lips.
Cloud: How cute. You got DreamKiller's jilted former partner to join your ragtag group of misfits. Well as much as I'd like to keep playing this game, I do believe this match is over now. Can we lift this cell, please? I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic in here...
Cloud grins, fanning himself with the mic as the cell begins to rise. Freakula stops mid-slash on top of the cell, looking left then right then up, realizing he was ascending into darkness. After a few moments he and the cell are gone. Worship grins back at Cloud, clapping his hands.
Worship: Clever one, you are. It's a good thing you're not forgetting anything... right?
Cloud's eyes narrow for a moment, looking at Blake whose own eyes begin to glow an electric blue. Cloud then widens his eyes in surprise as he is unable to prevent Boxer from seizing him from behind by the head and taking him down to the mat hard with a Samoan neckbreaker.
Allyson: BKO! Boxer just laid Cloud Strife out!
Simon: I guess we all got Boxer's answer now! And so did Cloud, the hard way!
Boxer rolls out of the ring to cheers, snatching up his black Regulator t-shirt from ringside and strutting up the ramp with a smirk on his face. He looks at Blake and nods before putting on the black shirt, and Blake returns the nod as he lifts up the mic to his lips.
Worship: Now do you understand, Cloud? This war is by no means over, because no matter how strong you and your buddies become, the Regulators will be here to maintain order! There is nothing you can d--
The loud groaning of metal can soon be heard roaring through the arena, causing immediate silence. Then, the half-destroyed steel cell suddenly falls clear from the rafters, crashing down upon Cloud and the ring. The crowd screams in horror at the huge crash, which has caused the ring to collapse under long rods and clumps of what is now mere scrap metal.
Allyson: Oh my God...
Simon: Cl-Cloud is somewhere in that wreckage...
Worship's eyes are wide with confusion and shock. The crowd looks up as The Monster Freakula descends from the rafters on a chain, landing atop the wreckage and climbing down to the ground. He spies a few first-row fans who have been seriously injured by flying scrap metal and merely laughs. Freakula walks up to Blake with a sick grin as EMT's rush past the three men. Worship looks at the people at ringside, bleeding and crying on the floor in the crowd, and then at the wreckage that was once a ring and a steel cell, and then back at Freakula. His eyes slowly grow to a electric blue glow and are beginning to turn to a neon red when he senses something, and he looks up to spot the tiniest gleam of red shining through some of the scrap metal. Blake sighs his relief and relents his anger, pushing Freakula and Boxer towards the curtains as they now needed to make a speedy getaway. Worship turns towards ringside, lifting his mic for a final time.
Worship: [hoarsely] The end begins now...
This Is The Shit...
And This Is The Fan...
Two Worlds Collide.
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...[/shadow]