RWB Main event aftermath

The trumpets wailed out into the still air, breaking the silence like shattering glass breaking in a dead of night calm. The spot lights throughout the arena all kicked on in unison with a sharp, blood red tint giving vision to the scene. Fog had begun wafting through the ring and spouting from the turnbuckle posts. All four combatants turned suddenly into comrades after Jerry's escape had grouped together, back to back in the center of the ring. They kept their behinds towards the ladder and circled around, looking for any signs of what was to come.





"What the fuck!? Jaggeroth is dead! We all saw the reports!"

"I always knew it was going to take a lot more than that to finally finish off that sick freak. This is what we get for thinking he was gone...."

"That bastard Jerry Nate, he knew this was going to happen, and he fled instead..."

Strobe lights flash around the rafters of the arena, giving off a slight time blur effect inside the ring, the perfect dummy trap for what was about to come. Fog, strobes and the dim, red lights along with the blaring music forces the group into a tighter formation, it was all in vain. Through the blurring effects, Kahlan is the first to fall away from the group in a flash of light. Moments go by before anyone else even notices, but the strike was already commencing. TPK breaks from the group, his shouts unheard by Ollie or Hayden due to the music busting against their ear drums. Ollie Jay fell next, his form standing tall one moment, then down falling through the fog the next. Hayden was alone now it seemed, but he didn't quite know it until he turned around to see the ring was empty, except for him and the rolling fog.





"Jesus! I think we need to vacate, guys!"

"Hayden is going to stay, I'm going to stay. We have to see this out, and witness this turning point in GHW history."



The champion stood tall, he didn't know the fate of his opponents or what his was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know really. The fog around him began to spread out and fade away, giving Hayden some insight as to what was going on, his face turned to shear terror for laying on the mat was TPK and Ollie Jay, along their sides were men who were long thought gone, biting at his opponent's necks as they screamed out in agony. Hayden saw through the blood red house lights that a dark liquid was dripping from their necks, and then it hit him that this was the utmost of serious business, the Psycho King was playing for keeps this time. The men chewing away at the necks of TPK and Ollie Jay turn away after they had bitten the fight out of their victims, their faces looked up at the champion with maws dripping the sweet life force of the fallen warriors, and as they stood up to greet the Kiwi, Hayden saw that there was something totally wrong with the entire picture. Their bodies were bruised, and sores leaked from their necks and their eyes were both dilated with a hazy tint.

"THAT'S JEFF YOUNG! I don't believe my eyes!"

"And the other looks like Seth the Damned! How can those two go along with this!?"

"Look! There's Kahlan. She's being hauled away from all of this by...by..D-money and A.J Johnson! I haven't seen those two in years!"


The return of four of GHW's lesser known and even lesser cared about Fighty fighty persons was shaking the company right at its foundation, and they were looking to feast at the pride of GHW, right from Hayden's blood filled veins. Kahlan was being led up the entrance ramp and handed off to A.J Johnson, he held her in a full nelson lock, forcing the Brits Blitz to watch on at Hayden's impending destruction while D-money rushed back to the ring to join his fellow Hordes men. The Kiwi Warrior was facing down the bloody Jeff and Seth, he could only back up against the turnbuckle where all the fog was still wafting around in a seven foot tall column. This strike was planned and carried out with diligences, every detail had been plotted, every variable taken into account, and all by one deranged mastermind...

"The puppet master finally reveals himself!"

The wind from Hayden's frantic backpedaling blows away at the fog column behind him, a black jumpsuit can be seen towering behind the champion before he presses against it. Hayden had been hoping to use the fog as a last ditch plan of escape from the men that were about to slaughter them, but a body was blocking his escape route according to plan. The four Hordes men peer deep into Hayden's soul with their murky white eyes while their foaming mouths giggled like a bunched of spanked monkeys at the arrival of their handler. Hayden's hand moves up the side of the man behind him with his worried ridden face shinning brightly, his palm goes all the way above his head and touches something leathery, Hayden's eyes shut and his mouth puckered, he was giving off the timeless "I just crapped my pants" look.

"We need security down here right now!"

"That's only going to up the body count. I'm pretty sure this sick bastard already took that into account and has something ready for them...."

Through the fog came forth the figure no one had ever thought they'd see again, his mask broke through with lifeless black holes instead of the usual peering white eyes. Hayden slowly turned around with a gulp harshly working its way down his throat, he soon comes face to face with a man he hadn't seen since 2010. The Psycho King had returned, his face slowly looking over the Jackass in front of him with a spaced out glance and slightly opened grin. Hayden could look on, he knew he was boned, and the finale was would be coming soon.

"Damnit! This is going to end in a public execution for Hayden! Someone has to stop this!"

"This sort of thing comes with the territory...Hayden knew something like this would eventually happen to him. It was only a matter of time before a tyrant of the wrestling world came for his head..."

"How can you be so calm about the situation? Hayden doesn't deserve this, Goddamnit!"


The Jackass knew the situation was hope less, but he was no man's bitch and with a full on Kiwi rage he began his fruitless assault. Hayden's fist flew through the air with a mighty rage building up behind them, knuckles cracked against dead flesh but to no avail, they just kept getting up and coming back for more. Jaggeroth stood behind the Kiwi Berserker with his arms folded and his mouth laughing that spine shuddering laugh as his Horde quickly overthrew the Champion in under a minute. The four jobbers from the past laid out the champion on the ground, their first rained down on Hayden and quickly took their revenge on the fallen Kiwi. Seth stood up and began kicking, he wanted to take the front teeth of the champion back to his crypt as a prize. The pummeling went on without mercy, even Kahlan was begging for forgiveness for the Jackass as she was held still by Johnson on the ramp. The Nebraskan Leviathan giggled his approval to his horde's actions, but it was time to finish this, Jaggeroth began instructing his gang to lift the champion up. Hayden is brought to his vertical base in no time at all and beaten back into the turnbuckle by the three servants of chaos. They begin scratching and gnawing at the Kiwi Warrior, their teeth were beating at his exposed skin as they ripped his clothes to pieces.

The unrelenting attack showed all over Hayden's skin with nicks and cuts, bruises were even beginning to show along his face already. The lights turned and kicked back to the normal spectrum, Jaggeroth wanted to make sure everyone clearly saw his plan play out in front of them. The Horde grabbed onto Hayden's arms and pushed him foreword with a sudden jerk, he took two long steps foreword but is stopped by a large palm against his throat, it squeezes around like a vice grip and cuts his air off again. The Kiwi looks up into the dead eyes of the Time Killer in defiance, all of his pride shot up into his head and inflated his ego enough to shoot a wad of spit into the eye socket of Jaggeroth's mask. Hayden's lack of respect is only met with a laugh that could shatter a plate of glass, Jaggeroth knew he was in control of the situation as he turned the Kiwi around to face the Horde and their giggling and soon he feels his forearm brush against his neck and held their by the wrist, Hayden sees the Horde waiving good bye to him before he gets an eyeful of the arena's lights.

"NO! Come on! Enough is enough!"

"Settle down, it'll all be over soon..."

The Time Killer walked along the ring with his package scrunched up tightly against his shoulder blades, he screams at the crowd who was now over the shock of his apprearence, they were chucking garbage and their half empty cups of liquid at him, baptizing the Time Killer in their filth and only energizing his evil intent. Hayden sees the world spinning through his eyes and finds himself upside down, the tree trunk thighs of Jaggeroth beat into his shoulders during his fall from grace. The ring mat gave a muffled response to the top of Hayden's head breaking against the mat, his body weakly hit the ground face down after the Biledriver knocked all of the piss and vinegar out of his ass. Jaggeroth sat there in the middle of the ring with his legs spread out in a V, he gazed down with his head moving from side to side with that famous not all there grin forming under his mask. The three Hordes men know what to do, Hayden's lifeless carcass is dragged away from Jaggeroth, the master gives his dogs the ok to finish with his scraps. Seth the Damned plops the champion up on his knees while D-money fetches the belt and places it around Hayden's waist. Jeff Young and D-money both take a side while Jaggeroth gets on his knees and holds Hayden's head up by the chin, wanting to see if life will return to his eyes before he takes it away again. Jeff Young and D-money bend down and sink into each side of Hayden's neck with their teeth, forcing the champion back to a state of awareness. He screams out helplessly as the atrocity planned against him is carried out in a grueling, life threatening manner.

"Jaggeroth's new goon squad is even using his own move! Hayden is getting a double Fix right now!"

"Just be glad it isn't you..."

"I think I'm going to throw up.."


The Ladder Queen had escaped from A.J Johnson's grasp and escaped, she took one last worried look at all the bodies in the ring before making her get away through the staff exit on the side of the stage. The Psycho King barely gave it a second thought before motioning his new slaves to stack the bodies high. TPK makes the base as Ollie Jay is thrown on top of him, the bleeding body of Hayden with the title belt strapped to his waist is placed on top with little remorse as Jaggeroth props his foot on top of them, raising one clenched fist up into the air. A.J Johnson returned to the ring and gets beside his fellow hordesmen behind the mastermind of this entire event. A small smoky tint could be seen and smelt coming from the rafters, just as planned, the fire alarm goes off through the arena, setting off the sprinklers, which were rigged. Red droplets began to fall as if the sky had been lacerated, the white mat of the ring soon turned a perfect shade of crimson. The Psycho King stood proudly with his foot over the three corpses, the red droplets dripped through his hair and down his mask as the arena fans began to leave, thinking there might be an actual danger to life burning inside as the PPV began to fade out.


"I have a feeling...this may have only been a warning shot..."


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