Wolverina vs Alex Night Aftermath

[Wolverina]

Wolverina continues to wait in the ring for Alex to show up, and mockingly looks at a non-exsistent watch on her wrist. Hi music kicks up and runs all the way through, but no sign of the exciting, talented youngster. Haven begins to pace back and forth, looking upset at the outcome. Then, her eyes light up as the tron comes to life. Every set of eyes also lock onto what Wolfie is looking at, and they begin to boo almost immediately. Alex Night is laying flat on his back, several cuts across his forehead where blood trickles freely. EMTs are already around him trying to help the man. The camera pans back a little bit and just so happens to pick up a Cestus (Spiked Glove) laying near the body, the very weapon Haven has been using lately to destroy her foes. The scene then cuts from backstage and returns to in ring footage. Wolverina has obtained a mic now and leans forward against the ropes, resting one forearm on the top rope and snapping her fingers real quick in a "Aww, shucks, I really wanted to wrestle that guy" sarcastic manner. With a smirky smirk, she draws the mic to her lips.

"Vortigen, was that impressive enough for you? Huh? Was it? Vorti, I did alot of thinking over on what you said and have decided that, well, I am not going to allow you to dictate my career for me. That's right, you have NO CHOICE but to put me in the ring with Darth That Guy for the KOTDM title. You have NO COICE but to hold Matt and Dom and anybody else at bay who wants that title. I got first dibs on it, regardless of what you or anyone thinks. If you don't comply, then each week this very thing will happen. My opponents will be left laying in blood either backstage before the match, or defeated and bloody afterward. I don't have to prove anything to anybody; I don't have to impress anyone, because I already have. Now, get your santa suit wearin', Henry the Homeless Smurf lookin a** out here and aknowledge my words as if they were spoken by God himself."

The crowd boo her immensely as she, and they, await Mr. Vortigen.

TBCB Vorti if you want. ;D

[Reverend Vortigern]

The shortened version of "The Profit of Doom" by Type O Negative begins playing on the PA, inciting a cheer from the fans. An infuriated Vortigern walks through the curtain, walking stick in one hand and microphone in the other. The music dies out as the Reverend taps the base of his cane against the ramp.

"Haven, Haven, Haven... You're making this much more complicated than it has to be. You want to seduce authority figures, barbarize your would-be opponents in a cowardly fashion, among other things... But I will ultimately oblige to your demand; I just need to ask one question first."

"What's that?"

The GM clears his throat.

"Are you willing to fight whoever it takes to get a shot at that King of the Deathmatch Title?"

TBC Wolfie

[Wolverina]

Haven backs off of the ropes and laughs into the mic; it's a laugh built on the illusion that Voritgen actually thinks he can get one over on the Dixie Deluxe Diva.

"Wow, Vortigen. Let me guess, this is my cue to go exude an abundance of bravado and declare in one, might voice, that yes, I will fight ANYONE at ANYTIME for the chance to at the KOTDM title, correct? Tsk, tsk. Wrong. Just because I am a professional Fighty fighty person doesn't mean that I am a stupid, steriod-engulfed meat-head like everyone of those guys in the back, whom all will someday wind up on the news for killing their wife, children and themselves!"

She starts to pace back and forth slowly, studying Vortigen's body language from afar. The crowd drown her with intense hate, especially after the uncalled for Benoit reference.

"But the answer to your question is this: I will face either JAGGEROTH or DARTH THAT GUY for the KOTDM title, nobody else in between. There's no compromise or negotiation, Mr. Vorti-gimp."

The leader of Stone orchard can barely contain the boiling anger welling up inside him, but for business sake, he composes himself, just barely.

"You're a fiesty young morsel, Haven. But in case you have forgotten, or have finally taken too many of those damn pills that you don't know which end is up ... I OWN YOU!!! Well, your career anyway. There's a word called 'fired' and you are dangerously close to knowing the distinct, encyclopedia definition of it."

Wolverina cuts him off with a over-bearing laugh and a shake of the head.

"Fired? FIRED? You've got to be kidding me. How can a man of your intelligence be so aloof? Look around, man. Most of tonight's matches have been No Shows or No Contests. The upcoming matches are sure to be the same, since I haven't seen most of the Fighty fighty persons today at all. Every wrestling empire, mainstream or not, has had a great woman in the pack. That woman held a certain percentage of fan loyality and base, even if she was hated or loved. As history has shown us, when that great woman was fired, or left for whatever reason, the empire either crumbled or was never truly the same and struggled. Vortigen, the last time I checked, I am the ONLY woman in this federation and am MORE talented than 98% of the entire roster. Not only does that simple fact make me great, it makes me invaluable. There's not a numerical stamp that can be put on me, I am priceless, I am quite literally, untouchable. I've got promoters from other feds and outside industries beating down my door to acquire me, so if you do fire me, I won't be hurting a bit. You, on the other hand, will suffer alot. This company will suffer alot, and they will burn you at the stake for it."

Wolfie has reached the other side of the ring now, and dips between the top and middle ropes, exiting briskly. She lowers the mic to her side and picks up a empty steel chair, closing it shut for perhaps future use. The crowd and Vorti look on in perplexion at her actions, but know all too well what her plans are as she begins to walk around the ring toward the asile where Mr. Vortigen is holding court. She slows down for dramatic effect, and brings the mic to her lips as she lets the chair hand freely from her opposite hand - like a stuffed toy dangling from a child's limb.

"The way I see it, you have nothing to bargain with; nothing to make me see things your way. We're at the poker table and you are about to fold - You know it, I know it. This is chess and I hold all the moves, check mate. Or, since this is a baseball town - You're up to bat, Vortigen. It's the bottom of the ninth, but the bases aren't loaded. No, no, there's nobody on base - you've got two outs, two strikes and a stack of fouls. My pitch is coming in, but what kind will it be?"

She closes in tighter, causing Vortigen, a man with no usual fear, to back pedal a little bit since she does have a lethal weapon in her hand after all. Before she drops the mic, Wolfie throws Vorti one more little tid bit.

"My Queendom come, My 'will' be done!"

TBCB Vortigen ;D I'm liking this.

[Reverend Vortigern]

The Reverend ponders what was just said to him, finally answering. The GM lifts the microphone to his lips and opens his mouth, but only an exhale comes out. Finally, Vortigern simply shrugs.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Vortigern lifts the microphone to his lips.

"I gave you the opportunity, and all you did was contradict yourself by trying to show an even bigger amount of bravado. You have asked to pay dirt for gold, you have given yourself unrealistic expectations. Do you expect me to just get a hardon and be your doormat just because you're attractive? Do I look like Mr. Ace to you, you little bitch?"

"How dare-"

"SHUT UP! I'M TALKING! Like I spelled it out for you earlier in my office but it apparently failed to penetrate your thick skull, you can impress me with initiative, but then you have to cash in the opportunity that I give you. The job you have is on MY terms. Therefore, let me just mention that as you raise your fist at me right now, even touching me with that damn knuckle duster will land you in the breadline after Dragon and Oliveira throw you through the window of it."

The crowd cheers the fortitude of the Chaotic Clergyman, who begins to pace back and forth. An irritated Wolverina lets her fist down, now having painted herself into a corner.

"Now, seeing that you are finally playing my game by my rules instead of yours, take a King of the Deathmatch Title shot if you want, but either way, I know who you're fighting on the next episode of Triumph. He's a guy I just signed. He's one in a million, certainly not COMMON in his personality or wrestling style. Yes, he certainly has a WEALTH of potential, which I certainly believe he has not even fully tapped into yet."

Some of the audience begins to cheer loudly, being tipped off by the two words that Vortigern emphasized.

"Miss Cassidy, meet the man you'll face on the next TNT."

TBC you know who

["The Commonwealth" Brian Breme]

Just as the final words of Vortigern's previous statement roll fluidly out of the silver-tongued serpents mouth, the heavy sludge chords of "Vote With a Bullet" by Corrosion of Conformity penetrate the unyielding anxiety of the arena with a brooding intensity of stewing aggression and dormant animosity long lying comatose. The lights in the arena fade in a subtle manner as a variegated assortment of golden hued strobe lights paint the arena with an enduring idiosyncrasy much correlating to the context of the man which the fans in attendance anticipate to show his face on this night.

THE NUMBERS IN NATIONS

An illuminating white light with the faint distinctions of cerulean pay heed to the necessary attention demanded on the entrance stage where the superstars exit the bowls and catacombs of their homes backstage and into the eyes of the world on that GHW stage. A maniacal grin grows even wider on Vortigern's face as he seems almost relentless in his sheer premonition as to the arrival of the enigma he had forthrightly spun an enduring tale of.

THE GOD IN THEIR HEARTS

The silhouette of a man appears casually in the aforementioned light filling the entrance stage. It is distinguishable in that he has his head down and his strides are slow, methodical and an air of arrogance can be detected by the mere body language alone emitted by the silhouette. His arms hang loosely by his side which give off a sense of aloofness and a nonchalant aura.

THE JUSTICE IN SWINE

A spotlight appears a few paces in front of the blinding white light. Vortigern naturally brings himself to the edges of the spotlight in preparations for the man forming the silhouette about to emerge himself into the circle of limelight - the place where legends have stood before, and where he will take his place once more again this night as a reemerged icon.

"Big" Al Mulligan: Wait... Is this...

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings: I...

A demonic laugh in the bowels of this seething metal song blaring throughout the arena is heard and just at that exact moment, "The Commonwealth" Brian Breme steps into the spotlight once more in GHW, once more in his career, and once more in the eyes of the fans all around the world and in the very arena they are in tonight. The crowd is completely and absolutely uncontrollable as the volume of the cheers in the arena reach a deafening level within only a few seconds after witnessing Brian Breme once more in a GHW arena.

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings: OH MY - IT'S BRIAN BREME! IT'S THE COMMONWEALTH! Listen to this crowd! I can barely even hear myself!

Colin's commentary is hardly audible over the roar of the crowd as they revel in this clearly automatic classic and unforgettable moment in GHW history. The sheer noise in the arena rises even higher as Brian Breme slowly raises his head to look out upon the fans in attendance tonight with a flaring nose, sharp eyes, and curled lips at the mere ear-splitting crowd who haven't ceased one bit in their cheers. A small smile curls though on the corner of his lips as even Brian cannot contain the excitement within himself as he feeds off of the crowd emotionally.

"Big" Al Mulligan: Since the re-inception of GHW, and everyone's valiant efforts to bring our company back, I thing it is evident for everyone to clearly see how completely amazing this return of one of our modern legends to return to this company is. This is without a doubt a vintage moment in GHW history, and this is a lucky crowd to be here on the night of the return of "The Commonwealth" Brian Breme.

The crowd refuses to lower their booming cheers and praise as random and rambunctious chants are heard throughout the arena exonerating The Commonwealth. Brian turns his head to the side where Vortigern stands and gives him a sly wink. Vortigern's rare grin spreads from ear to ear as he merely gives Brian a pat on the shoulder and Brian begins his intense march down the entrance ramp and the lights slowly return to better show the spectacle that is Brian Breme in full exhibit.

This long hand that breaks our backs
Still casting shadows on all that we see
Unjustified...mercy killing is just a feeling
To keep our numbers from being free

Breme is decked out in casual attire as he has donned sneakers, faded blue jeans, a tight fitting black Tool shirt which shows off the muscular tone of his body, tape wrapped delicately around his left wrist, a silver necklace, and oily, slicked-back shoulder length hair. His face has returned to that of a serious glare directed distinctly at the ring - where in the middle stands Wolverina with a blank gaze. Fans on either side of him in the crowd reach out desperately hoping to at least glide their hand across the entity of "The Commonwealth" Brian Breme, but he stands proportionately enough in the center of the ramp to avoid such physical interaction with the crowd - most likely purposefully.

Prison for praise is not worth thinking
Sin is still in and our ballots are shrinking
So unleash the dogs - the only solution
Forgive and forget, fuck no
I'm talking about a revolution

As Brian makes it to the ring, he cuts to the left and marches toward the steels steps - stopping abruptly once reaching them. Fans behind the barrier near the ring reach out desperately to touch him and attract his attention, but Brian continues to ignore them apathetically. Brian closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath taking in everything once more before suddenly continuing his stead purposefully up the steel steps and then along the outside of the ring on the apron. Brian's meticulous navigation toward the center of the outside ring apron is broken when he briskly enters into the ring by ducking through the middle and top rope and making a sharp turn toward the nearest turnbuckle corner. Brian naturally makes his ascent to the middle turnbuckle where he stands using the ropes on either side to balance himself, and he looks sternly out upon the crowd who's vigor has been renewed and the cheers return to inaudible, deafening roars once more as he smoothly and haughtily runs his hands through his long, greasy locks of hair before hopping down and turning once more to the middle of the ring where Wolverina had previously stood. Wolverina now stands outside of the ring out of a combination of uncertainty regarding the forthcoming actions of The Commonwealth, and to give him the stage out of an imperative instinct regarding such a tumultuous return. Brian walks to the middle of the ring veraciously and snatches up a microphone placed strategically in the middle of the squared circle.

"Big" Al Mulligan: One of the best speakers in the business stands in the middle of that ring right now. I can't even begin to imagine all of which he has to say and address.

Brian peers cynically around the arena before slowly raising the microphone to his mouth, only to be stalled by the crowd who refuses to cease in their booming cheers as they applaud the Essence of Quintessence.

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings: Well, I wonder if we'll even hear him tonight Al, this crowd seems to be enjoying his presence alone enough as it is. I can't even remember the last time I've heard the crowd this loud, it's sending chills down my spine.

The first words finally creep their way through the tensed mouth of The Quintessential Element, and his velvet smooth, yet detached and remotely unemotional voice permeates the ears of the crowd and those watching at home.

"It seems to me..."

Brian is quickly over-taken once more by the volume of cheers in the crowd, and he stops his speech quickly before craning his neck slowly to the right, cracking it in the process, and then continuing his articulation.

"It seems to me... That today marks the beginning of a new chronicle in GHW... Today is the mark of the prodigious vanguard forthcoming of this generation. TODAY - IS THE START OF A TRUE NEW ERA!"

The crowd explodes into a swarm of overbearing cheers once more but Brian pays no heed to them as he simply continues talking.

"And oh how this will be the greatest era of them all. The Golden Era of Brian Breme. Pax Commonwealth. This force which will rain upon GHW will sweep away all opposition with the force of a tsunami washing away the sand on a beach, the impurities of this world, and mark my words when I say... I will wash away the self-righteous, the complacent, the hypocritical, the holier-than-thou goody two-shoes God-fearing prudish harlequins which infest and afflict your valuable minds in their ignorant manners each and every week. The harlots..."

Brian takes a moment to give Wolverina a smug glance before ensuing with his rant.

"The man-whores who sell their souls for the opportunity of exaltation in this company when in reality they will never amount to anything for they are all frivolous specks of dirt on the glass we must look through to see the bright future which lies ahead of all of us. Not just you fans, but for Stone Orchard, for GHW, for this INDUSTRY. These perpetrators to the advancement of this society we called GLORY AND HONOR WRESTLING must be OBLITERATED. I promise to all of you that under the watchword of Reverend Vortigern, in the grip of men like Metal fucking Dragon, Matthew Oliveira - the master of the deathmatch himself, and I - "THE COMMONWEALTH" BRIAN BREME - we will PAVE THE WAY for the prosperity of this company. We will pave the way for the benefit of all of you fans so that each and every night when you turn on that television to view GHW you know that it will be an experience unlike no other, that you will be truly satisfied and entertained with the performance you have witnessed, and that no cretin will ruin this experience for you. By my hand which is marked with the sweat, blood, and tears of my QUINTESSENTIAL ESSENCE, that has run it's callous fingers along the ruins of lore, trudged indignantly through happier memories when times were better for this company, and holds within its grasp the cipher to a halcyon time of existential merriment..."

Although most in the crowd are most likely confused as to exactly what Breme is saying, they cheer rabidly merely out of the love for his enthusiasm shown and the fact that he is for once in his career looking out for the interest of the fans. The Commonwealth picks up on the facet that he is perhaps speaking over the head of some of the GHW fans, and he gives a modest chuckle and finally breaks in a never before seen smile of confidence as he speaks the following words with a previously unknown vigor and voice as if he were speaking for the voice of every person watching at this very moment.

"Basically... IT'S TIME TO BRING GLORY AND HONOR WRESTLING BACK TO ITS PRIME!"

This causes another surge of ear-bleeding cheers from the crowd and liveliness once more reaching its pinnacle.

"For far too long have I sat back and watched this company slowly swirl its way down the drain along with the rubbish that has tainted this holy water that is GHW, but WE WILL NOT - BE - DRAGGED - DOWN. Now is the time for our REVOLUTION. NOW is the time when GHW takes back what is rightfully ours! NOW IS THE TIME WHEN WE TEST OUR HONOR!"

There is no surcease of excitement from the crowd. The cheers flood into the ears of Brian and only fuel his passion for the words which are flowing vehemently from his heart.

"NOW... Is the time when we reach out... And we CLAIM OUR GLORY!"

Brian paces around the ring excitedly, feeding off of the jam-packed crowd, giving in to this previously untapped personae which recognizes the fans and gives them the worth they should be valued as. He raises his hands into the air a few times to pump the crowd up even more before finally culminating in what he has been building up to.

"And I swear upon all who have walked down that aisle. All the legends, phenoms, icons, and immortals who have cemented their legacy with their blood buried permanently into this mat I stand upon - that NO ONE will stand in the way of our destiny. Not Rurouni and his incompetent stead at self-preservation which he has NEVER been successful at. Not Jaggeroth and his contorted sense of reality and the world which we live in. Not that sycophant Ryan Hughes who has leeched upon this business for far too long and made a parasite of himself. And CERTAINLY not over-zealous, vain, hubris-infused, self-righteous concubines such as Wolverina."

A look of angst spreads across the face of Wolverina at the degradation of her name by the man who has rallied the crowd in a way never before seen.

"From this point forward we make our stand. From this point forward, the TRUE NEW ERA, the era of ME, the era of YOU, the era of US... The era of GLORY AND HONOR WRESTLING REACHES OUT and we claim our destiny. Never again shall we be forsaken. Never again shall we be forgotten. Remember this day, and above all, remember what we are. We are GHW, we are immortal, and we will forever be known as the greatest entity to ever stand vigilant upon this planet..."

Brian takes a final breath before delivering his final rally to the uncontrollable crowd who has begun to become manic in certain areas of the audience.

"GHW IS BACK AND WE ARE HERE TO STAY!"

Brian raises his free hand into the air and a final burst of applause engulf every bit of space in the entire arena - more likely the entire city with deafening cheers. Brian stands with his free fist raised into the air as the crowd begins becoming completely uncontrollable at the revolution which "The Commonwealth" Brian Breme has apparently ensued. The camera finally fades to black and then to commercial as the last visible thing on camera is Brian with his fist raised into the air as the sound of adoring and relentlessly driven fans cheer with unmaintainable emotion finally released to their full extent with a mixed combination of cheers for Brian alone and GHW as a whole as well... "The Commonwealth" Brian Breme has returned.

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