Post by Blake Worship on Jun 12, 2009 15:10:19 GMT -5
REW Revolution: World Title Match
Capricorn's hand hovers in the air before falling fast towards the dirt.
But, not before John Corrigan's shoulder jerks up off the ground.
Allyson: Corrigan kicked out! Amazing, especially after the shot he just took!
Simon: Doesn't mean he'll last much longer, Ally.
Capricorn motions the two-count to an angry Sweet, who screams at her and gets in her face over the call.
SLAP!!!
Capricorn: Didn't your mother ever tell you not to invade a woman's personal space?
Sweet looks off to one side, checking his mouth which is now bleeding for what is probably not the first time that night. Sweet then turns back towards Capricorn with a hard right, but Capri blocks the blow and counters with a hard shot of her own. Sweet stumbles back and then trips over a kneeling Corrigan, who had since gotten up and taken position behind Sweet Money.
Simon: Aw c'mon they're clearly ganging up on him! Some referee Capricorn turned out to be!
Allyson: Just like a man to say. If a man punches another man for getting in his face, then it's acceptable because the other man shouldn't have gotten in his face. Let a woman do the same thing, and she's branded a bitch.
Simon: I never called her that, but thanks for saving me the time in doing so!
Allyson: Pig!
Simon: Ignoramus!
Allyson: Spell that!
Simon: What? Um... I... h...? Man, fuck you!
Sweet gets to his feet as Corrigan rushes at him, leaping and getting his legs around Sweet's head for the RaisingVoice, but Sweet pushes him off. John hits the ground and rolls back to his feet, as Sweet rushes past him and attempts a whip. John holds his ground however and whips him right back, sending him running straight into a nearby brick wall.
Allyson: Ooh! That had to hurt!
Simon: [points] I bet that will hurt more! LOOK OUT!
Allyson: They can't hear you.
Simon: Goddamnit shut the hell up!
As John bends over Sweet's body and continuously pounds at his face, a dark shadow slowly looms overhead. John looks and goes white with shock, springing up and hurtling himself clear out of the way just in time to dodge a giant wrecking ball. The monstrous black ball swings into the brick wall, bringing most of it crumbling down over Sweet's prone body, burying him in broken cement.
Corrigan lays on his stomach in the dirt. He pushes himself up on his hands and gets to one knee. He then stands up and stumbles a bit towards the wrecking ball machine, but almost as soon as he is up is floored once again by Worship, who connects cleanly with a flying spear from the machine turned rolling spinebuster.
Allyson: A Flying UnforGiving! Never before seen, folks! Worship flips over John, he still has both legs hooked! Capricorn goes for the count--1, 2, and 3! It's all over! Blake Worship retains! Blake Worship retains! [looks at Simon] Oh jeez, now what are you gawking at?!
Simon can only point and stare at the RavenTron, and as Allyson follows his eyes her expression soon becomes identical.
Capricorn gazes up at the broken brick wall, a look of confusion about her face. Worship however just stares at it, not knowing what to think.
The construction site spotlights have illuminated six glowing blue letters, printed boldly on a banner and hung across the steel reinforcement beams behind the brick wall Worship just demolished. The banner reads:
TFFKAA
Present Time...
Present Time...
Sierra recoils as far backwards as she possibly can, doing her best to keep as much distance between herself and Jacob and The Raving Lunatic as possible.
Raving licks his lips, wondering if Sierra's golden locks taste as good as they look. With frightening speed he lunges forward and seizes her by the hair, ignoring her blood-curdling screams as he opens his mouth wide to chomp down on luscious hair...
WHAM!!!
The Raving Lunatic flies across the room and hits the wall, grabbing at the side of his face after an authoritative mafia kick from none other than The Better Pick Blake Worship.
Worship: Attacking Kyzer's wife and child is NOT what you were hired to do, now is it?!
Raving gets up off the floor, seconds away from leaping at Blake, but Grimsley shakes his head at him and the deranged Jack Amethyst slinks away grumpily, hopping in his red flyer wagon as Grimsley salutes Worship solemnly and pulls Raving away behind him, leaving the skybox. Blake goes over to where Sierra and Jacob are still crying in the corner.
Worship: Did he hurt you?
Sierra: Get away from me! It's because of you that this happened to us, to Jaxson!
She points at the window, and Blake follows her direction, walking to the window and holding onto the steel frame as he looks down through where the wall made of glass once was, spotting Kyzer bloody and battered laying rather awkwardly among some chairs. Fans nearby have been evacuated so that EMTs can extricate Kyzer safely and without causing further damage. Worship smirks grimly to himself before turning back to Sierra.
Worship: You're right, I had him attacked. Your point?
Sierra: How could you? How could you do this?!
Worship frowns, sensing all the anger, hurt and confusion in the former CWA World Champion's voice. Blake walks up and kneels down in front of them, looking at Jacob with a genuine smile.
Worship: Hey Jacob! Can you tell me how old you are?
Little Jacob is still too traumatized to speak, but is strong like his father and musters up the courage to put up three fingers, signalling his age. Worship smiles down at him, patting his head.
Worship: You're a big boy, my son is only a little bit older than you, you know that?
Worship stands back up, his face now serious as stares at Sierra.
Worship: I'm sorry about all this, you and Jacob are not my concern and I don't want to see either of you hurt. But let's be honest, if I ever attacked you while you were pregnant with that child, and nearly robbed you two of his precious life, what do you think Jaxson would have done to me...?
Sierra stares up Blake, eyes wide and blinded by tears. She doesn't respond, but merely bows her head and hugs Jacob even tighter, crying softly. Worship frowns, turning and speaking softly over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
Worship: Exactly...
It's Nothing Personal...
Just Business...
Fade to black...
TBC...?