Post by Trash on Oct 1, 2012 19:39:12 GMT -5
The night is black, with a starless dark sky as the back doors of the Real Extreme Wrestling arena burst open and Alex Cross, breathing heavily, bursts into the wild, freshly escaping from th famously incompetent REW security.
Alex grins and walks to his car where he bumps shoulders with none other than Trash.
Trash takes out a lighter, the gentle glowing light illuminating the Sanity Assassin's cold calculating gaze.
Trash : Funny.
Comments Trash, looking Cross in the eyes.
Alex Cross : Funny?
Alex responds, perplexed.
Trash : Yes, very funny. Coming in here, bursting into the main event, without any merit, except an endorsement by KC James. Old KC, picking one of his pets to throw into the main event fray, all while continuing to duck me.
This will not go unheeded.
This will not go unheeded.
Cross smiles, shaking his head.
Alex Cross : Duck you? What makes you think KC would duck anyone? What makes you think you deserve ...
The lighter goes out, leaving Alex Cross back in the darkness.
There appears to be no signs of Trash.
Alex Cross reaches to open the car door, but it wouldn't budge.
What did Trash's ominous warning mean?
Will Alex Cross manage to open his car?
Will REW's incompetent security team manage to catch up?
Are we actually having off card action?
TBC
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