Wrath opening segment (All)

[Trash]

REW Wrath opens up, the lights turn on, the cameras begin filming and the fans chant as the pyros explode across the stage and around the ring.

And then they see him

Trash, the new REW World champion stands in the center of the ring, head tilted down, one arm outstretched, the other limp, covered by bandages, with the REW title draped over the waist. Trash picks up a microphone and flashes it to the crowd…the crowd sees the silver reflect. It is John’s trademark sterling silver…

The fans explode in boos.

Allyson : Well theres our new REW champion, defeating John last night in perhaps the most controversial match in wrestling history. Having suffered a bullet wound to the shoulder, Trash managed to pull the title out of the lawyer’s hands! I never liked Mr. White, but this man may be much worse.

Simon : May be? Trash is worse. While John was content to holding that title…Trash always has higher aspirations than just gold. But what could he have in store for REW? Last I heard, he hasn’t been cleared to compete due to his wounded arm…

Allyson : Just what we need, exchanging one crippled champ for another?

Trash smiles, bringing the microphone to his lips with the good arm.

Trash : I did what I set out to do John. I took your title. I am now the REW champion…the star…the most important person on the roster! REW is now my stage…my podium from which to preach! To all of you here and at home, listen up.

You see, mind triumphs brawn. Mind triumphs spirit. John had spirit. John wanted everything, and could not let go of his title. He resorted to something that could’ve cost him his life. But I withstood…I did not let the pain of the body inflict suffering on the mind. I commended my body to stand and to deliver, to grab the gold and defeat the lawyer!

I’ve taken your stage John….but besides the gold, I’ve gained something else. You see John, last night I spent in the local medical facility…my wounded shoulder was operated in…but due to the age and nature of your revolver the wound was…complicated. They patched me up John, but they could not get the bullet out. Does that anger me?

Somewhat. I could perhaps go farther…but I’m not going to. I got what I wanted. I got the gold and along with it I got a ailment. The doctor said the wound will heal, but the bullet will always be there. It will forever affect me. No, I wont be a one armed man…but I wont be able to do some of what I’ve done before. Be proud of that John, be proud that even at the door of your destruction, you left a mark on me.

No matter.

Tonight, I’m going to face Sung Ho…in an ironic twist, the same man you picked for an easy opponent for yourself. I’m not cleared to compete, but I will go against doctor’s orders, Sirius’ Rew insurance be damned! But I won be foolish like you , sure Sung Ho is a rookie…but I wont let my guard down, I’ll fight him like I fight you, I will fight him like I fight Hellian or Sirius…I will fight…
Fight to kill!

All of a sudden jobberrific music plays on the Raven Vision.
Down the ramp walks a voluminous man in sweatpants, the one and only toothpick teddy!

Allyson : I don’t think this is where Teddy wants to be right now…

Simon : Come on, Trash just admitted he’s wounded and scarred for life…what’s a better time for Teddy to strike at him and become new number one contender!

Allyson : Teddy can’t keep his pants up, what makes you think he can hold his own with the Sanity Assassin?

Simon : Exactly, he needs a belt!

Allyson : *sigh*

Toothpick Teddy gets cheered by the fans as he slaps hands on the way to the ring. Trash step back as Teddy steps over the top rope and into the ring, pulling a microphone out the rear pocket of his sweatpants.

Toothpick Teddy : Trash! Come on man, I know whats bothering you! I know why you’re so…so mean! You don’t have to do this, you don’t have to act like this! All you need is a friend Trash! No one wanted to be friends with you and I know the world is full of mean people, but you don’t have to be one of them Trash!
Come on! I’ll help you out! Come on!

I’ll be your friend Trash! Your first friend! Think about it!

Toothpick Teddy stretches his thick hairy arm towards Trash with a smile on his face. Trash looks him over and a smile slowly appears on the Sanity Assassin’s face. Trash nods and extends the hand, shaking it slowly and methodically. A cold, unnatural handshake.
Toothpick Teddy smiles, lifting his other hand in the air and the fans cheer.

Suddenly the Sanity Assassin pulls Teddy towards him and downwards, smashing Teddy’s face into his knee. Teddy’s glasses shatter and blood trickles down the thick man’s face as Trash lets the hand go, letting Teddy fall to the mat.

Trash : You’re right Teddy, I don’t have friends. But I’m not mean. I’m simply acting in accordance to the nature of this brutal, godless, cruel world. I do appreciate the sentiment, and Sung Ho, if you’re watching, make sure you write down not to do what Teddy just done!

Trash throws the silver microphone on the mat, no doubt to be returned to JMW, and slips through the ropes, walking backstage to an overwhelming chorus of boos.

Simon : That’s not right! Teddy was just trying to be nice, he’s a nice guy, just wanted to be Trash’s friend and Trash just laid him out, busted his face…that ain’t right! And can you believe it, he’s now representing our fed?

Allyson : I love it Simon! That fat ass has been hogging the catering all morning long. Bout time he ate a knee, hopefully it’ll lower his appetite!

The rest of Wrath continues…
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