Preparations and Punishments

[Reverend Vortigern]

Amidst the noise of a roaring crowd in Providence, Rhode Island, GHW Tuesday Night Triumph goes on air. Several thousand screaming fans do their damnedest to be visible on camera, all exhilarated to be in the spectacle that is Glory and Honor Wrestling.

Fuzz: "We are live from the Ryan Center at the University of Rhode Island! Welcome to GHW Tuesday Night Triumph, we've got a hell of a show for you tonight! I'm Colin Jennings, here with my broadcast partner Al Mulligan-"

Al: "Your broadcast partner and stepfather, Al Mulligan."

*sigh* "Red, White, and Bruised is just five days away, but not everything has fallen into place yet! That's why Reverend Vortigern has told us at the broadcast table that he is coming out here at the top of the show to announce a few things regarding that upcoming event."

The crowd quiets down along with the loud generic rock music that was playing at the start of the show, then immediately begins cheering again as "The Profit of Doom" by Type O Negative strikes up in the arena. The spectators wait a few seconds for Vortigern to come out, and he does, clad in his usual robe with his cane in hand. The Reverend's only change in looks are a band-aid on the right side of his forehead and an even grumpier look than usual. Flanking the Chaotic Clergyman are four muscular security guards, whom follow the GM's beeline to the ring.

Coors: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your general manager, Reverend Vortigern!"

"Well, if there's anyone in GHW who has something to be angry about, it's this guy. The Psychotic Circus savagely beat him down last week, and you'd better believe he has revenge on his mind."

"He asked for it. Wolverina wanted out and he's holding her in the company against her will. I like the mean streak and the mentor she's gotten back, anyway. Jaggeroth can take her places."

Vortigern has now made it to the ring, one security guard standing on each side of the squared circle with keen eyes hidden under pitch black shades. The Reverend sticks his free arm out toward Charlie Coors with an open hand, an obvious gesture that he desires possession of a microphone. The curly-haired ring announcer hands over the vocal amplifier, which Vorty lifts to his mouth.

"First things first, GHW... Red, White, and Bruised. I know, I've been behind schedule, but you see, only one title picture has made itself clear. That is the one of the New Age Championship. Dominik Santiago is the challenger for that grand prize on our next pay-per-view event, and I know that it will be an excellent contest. I needn't go in-depth and talk at length about this match, for I know that the two combatants that will partake in it will happily do so themselves, given that they never pass up an opportunity to talk the ear off of whoever's listening."

The general manager strokes his beard three times as he ponders the next few things to say.

"Now... My brain trust back in the offices has talked to me about the Television Title, yes, the one that is coming out of the vault... And we have deemed four warriors worthy of competing for such an honor. At Red, White, and Bruised, live from Washington, D.C... it will be Logan Scott versus Jason Murphy versus Young Gangsta versus Mighty Man Millson II in a four-way ladder match. I'm taking that belt out of the vault and hanging it right up above the ring for the best man to take. Tonight, though... Logan and Gangsta will team up to battle Jason and Millson in a tag team match."

The crowd begins cheering in approval of the plans while Vortigern no doubt sees hallucinations of a few dollar signs flying around in the air.

"Sounds like the Reverend's brain has been knocked into place thanks to Jaggeroth! Can't miss those two matches!"

"I agree, Al! They're all young and hungry to get noticed, and in a ladder match environment, that will of course be insane!"

The GM clears his throat and continues speaking after the noise dies down.

"King of the Deathmatch Championship... Now you all are going to love this... Darth That Guy has defeated Jaggeroth and Wolverina in his last two title defenses. It's time to find the next in line to test his true greatness. Tonight, in a Prison Riot Deathmatch- You'll see what it is, trust me- There will be Matt Violence..."

Some cheering is audible, which Vorty lets subside before he proceeds.

"...versus Magnus Gunner..."

Booing this time is heard, though not loud as Gunner is not really despised that much.

"...versus The Jackass, Hayden HardKore."

This time, the few thousand in attendance erupt in cheers. A small smirk manages to form on the Reverend's face, breaking the irritable demeanor he has shown so far tonight, and most likely all the time since last Tuesday.

"Now it's time for a big announcement. You see, Wolverina and her new friends accosted me last week. I did let my anger get the best of me, but that's what happens when you screw with good business and slander my good name as a general manager and as a person! As punishment, Jaggeroth and Chris Pyro, the ringleaders of this cabal of fools, will not be allowed in the building tonight, and they sure as hell aren't getting a paid vacation this week either! However, Jaggeroth and Pyro will compete at Red, White, and Bruised against the winners of tonight's number one contenders' tag match. The participants in that will be Skull and the partner that he has yet to reveal taking on HIGHWAY ROBBERY!"

A barrage of cheers rains down on the Lovable Devil, which he quickly stifles by pushing one hand down.

"Please... please... this is the best part. As for Wolverina, she isn't competing in a match tonight, but I HAVE forced her to be in attendance tonight, for she needs to meet her opponent at Red, White, and Bruised. Wolverina, as a girl who grew up in organized religion, you should know that the clergy can ruin your life if you cross them... And I feel like channeling Johnathan Edwards and delivering a fire and brimstone service to you. Now, you can either come out here under your own power or security can drag you by the ears while you kick and scream and bitch like you've suddenly decided to make a habit of recently. Whichever you choose, get out here now!"

TBC Wolverina

[Wolverina]

After several moments of a no show by Wolverina, and jeers ringing in because of it, the tron comes to life showing the deepest, darkest area of the Psychotic Circus' lair. Wolverina's body dominates the screen, but several members of the rest of the crew are seen milling around behind her, devising their battle plans. Instead of a look of fear or some sort of concern, she appears relaxed.

"Well look who it is. It's idiot boy, but he forgot his cape. Vortigen, I guess you didn't cash the reality check we gave you recently, lemme guess, you ripped it up in anger? You know that's not good for your health, right? As you can see, there will be no pulling of my ears by security, nor will I bend to your words or demands by coming out there ... because quite frankly, I no longer hold a sliver of respect for you ... and I'm not stupid enough to walk into a trap."

She picks up what she thinks is Mountain Dew and takes a sip, but coughs violently upon throwing it down and yelling something at Jaggeroth. As a prank, the Psycho King had switched it out with some of his special blend whiskey.

"Geez! Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Butthurt Boy. Look, here's the deal. Book what you want, when you want, because I win either way. I win on all possible avenues of it, as I will explain a little later. See, as a spoiler, I am pretty sure I know who this opponent is going to be. There's only only person whom I've irked enough recently to hold a personal grudge against me. At least one strong enough that you have saved it for the high profile Red, White, and Bruised. Actually, there's a few, but all of them are already booked in matches, so it really does narrow it down doesn't it? So bring the Genius out; come on, chop chop, bring the walking contradiction - GHW's version of the Riddler, on out here we don't have all day. And I know he has to make it back to Mount Olympus for the daily sacrifice ... hurry up."

She stretches and yawns, then remembers something while the Genius mapquests his ass to the entrance way.

"Oh and Vorti-Rhodes, next time you book a gimmick match involving a Prison, do some research. You've got it all wrong."

She gives the classic juvenile girlie eye roll as she, and the world, waits.

TBCB Zippity-do-da.

[Reverend Vortigern]

Substantially surprised at his current enemy's evasion, Vortigern takes a moment to collect himself. However, his evil grin does appear.

"Matthew Oliveira is at his home in Kingston, Ontario right now, and will only be at Red, White, and Bruised to conduct backstage business. Wolverina... it's not unfortunate that you're in hiding, because I have gotten another person, you see... Someone who, like Matt, has the intelligence to track you down, but unlike Matt, has the insanity to do so. Wolverina, unless you want to breach your contract and never work again for the rest of your life, you will attend Red, White, and Bruised, and it will be against this man..."

TBC Wolverina's opponent

[Vladimir T. Strife]

As the techno sounds kick in, Wolverina's eyes begin to bulge and the crowd starts to rise to their feet. A deafening scream blares out over it and the out from the back steps the Hall of Famer that many had come to know as the Judas of GHW.

Fuzz: I.. I don't believe it!!
Al: OH MY GOD!! I knew the good Reverend had to have some kind of an ace up his sleeve, but he's REALLY outdone himself now!

As Vladimir's cold gaze scans the arena he left so long ago, a smirk crawls across his face from the screaming fans. Making his way down the ramp, the King is given a royal treatment as a chorus of "VLAD'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" accompanies the sounds of Mary Magdalan's 'I'. He takes his time, reveling in the praise as Vortigern rolls his eyes at the ego inflating.

Al: We are witnessing history here tonight, Collin. As we speak, there are currently 20 different newspapers getting the jump on Wolverina's obituary.
Fuzz: Don't you think you're underestimating her a bit? I mean... yes.. he's Vladimir Strife... but she's quicker by far and the King will be lucky if he remembers how to tie his ring boots after how long he's been out of it!
Al: Oh, I doubt we need to worry about what kind of state Vlad is in. This man is full throttle every moment of the day, he's never brought less than the full extent of his skill to every match. He's the Behemoth, for Christ's sake!
Fuzz: He's also the same man who nearly destroyed this company, Al... I know that they want to punish Wolverina, but does Vortigern honestly think there is good to come out of bringing THAT man back into GHW?
Al: I admit that this seems a bit like a deal with the devil, but this is Reverend Vortigern we're talking about here. Don't doubt for a second that he has things in his complete control.

As the Czar of Scars finally slips in through the ropes and into the ring, he turns to face the tron, the constant rage that boils inside of him plastered across his face as he exchanges looks with Wolverina.

"You see, dear Wolverina... you may be the People's Princess... but even a Princess bows before the King."

The Reverend smiles wide in satisfaction and offers the microphone to the Barbarian King, who accepts it and turns to face his upcoming opponent.

"..So nice to see you again, Wolverina. Did you miss me?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! You know what, I don't even care... Vlad, I'm warning you right here, right now! Things aren't the same as before. This isn't your precious EVPW and being who you are doesn't mean shit anymore! If you stand in the way of me and the Psychotic Circus, we WILL destroy you.."

Vladimir rubs his chin a moment, thinking over what had been said.

"Hm... You know, sorry, but I've always been sort of a skeptic. I mean, I'm TRYING to believe you.. but I just don't. Of course, there's always one way to find out. How's about you stop hiding and come show me?"

"I don't know what's gotten into your head, Vlad, or what Vortigern said to get you to agree to this.. but you're not the idiot you're acting like. Somewhere inside your brain, it has to make sense to you that he's just using you. You've never been a puppet Vlad... so why now? It doesn't have to come down to this, I'm telling you, you can put your talent to use here and help us bring down this tyrant!"

Something in her words catches the King's attention and he looks back to Vortigern, contemplating his options. He takes a few steps in towards the GM and considers it. Vortigern holds out his hand for the microphone and Vlad, intrigued, hands it over.

"Vladimir, she's right: You aren't an idiot. You know which path yields better rewards."

"But if he was out of the way, Vlad, who would stop you from doing whatever you want, taking whatever you want. Without Vortigern around, power boils down to the strongest... and if you join us in the Circus... well, there's really not anything that stop us even without you, so just imagine what we could do together."

Vortigern smiles, having already expected something of this nature.

"Mr. Strife... if you lay a finger on me... our little 'deal'... is off."

Vortigern hands the microphone back over and Vladimir looks down to it.

Fuzz: What is that supposed to mean?
Al: See, I told you Vorty had it under control!
Fuzz: I completely missed something here though... what could Vortigern promise Vlad that's more important than being unstoppable?

The King picks the microphone up and turns back around to look at the Psychotic Circus.

"I'll see you at Red, White and Bruised."

Wolverina shakes her head in disapproval of Strife's bad decision to go against her and the Circus as he rolls out of the ring and heads toward the back. The hatred she holds for Vortigern is apparent in the look she shoots him, the Reverend smiling as though he'd won the lottery.

~End Of Thread~

[Desperado]

WOW... O.O

[wasted]

WHAAAT!!!?

[Sketch Kid]

The Psychotic Circus has met their match.

Edit: The ban works well for my match with DTG.

[B&lly]

Nice work guys and I called it.

This should be interesting though.