A War of Words

[Public Enemies]

The birth of a team was celebrated...temporarily:

The feed opens up to the Tuesday Night Triumph ring. The lights are bright and the fans are ecstatic to celebrate the fifth birthday of Glory and Honor wrestling. In side the ring stand two masked figures. One being the one and only Psycho Kid and the other is the rookie Canadian, Kryptops. The Best stands midring with a mic at his side twirling in his hand; as TPK stands beside him with his arms folded in front of his chest. Kryptops raises the mic to his lips then begins to speak for the first time since signing with GHW.

::[Kryptops]::
"As I'm sure you've all saw, the Death Squad have not been so fond of TPK and my decision to fly solo instead of joining their little group of dried up has beens."

The fans cheer, liking Kryptops dis of the loathed Death Squad.

::[Kryptops]::
"TPK and I were rather nice in declining their invitation, even though we could have been much more harsh, sadly they foolishly mistook our kindness for weakness. Boy, where they wrong. Their bitterness then drove them to exploit their size in numbers and commences to beat the shit out of us two in this very ring shortly after myself and TPK gave it our all to impress each and every one of you. Then, the following week, they took it a step forward. Again, the exploited the same strength in numbers and blindsided me from behind backstage just moments before I was scheduled to fight side-by-side, by doing so he left poor old TPK to fend for himself against the current Tag Team champions. Luckily that didn't effect my new partner hear as he was able to surmount the handicap.

Death Squad, you grossed a line in the sand that you did not want to cross! 'Cause tonight, the birth of a new force has begun! Tonight is the birth of the Lords of Salem! And to even the numbers up just a little bit, I'd like to welcome our third member to Tuesday Nights. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Friday Nigh Combat's very one...."

Krazy K's voice trains off, building suspense as music begins to spill from the PA system.

Instead of the familiar sound of violins which would automatically give away the entrant, the sound of an acoustic guitar followed by a harmonica is heard echoing around the building. A bewildered audience sits biting their nails pondering who the third member will be, unsure of the unusual blues style music soothing their very soul. Changing focus from the crowd of Gods and Heretics fanatics, the camera view passes the ring where the two masked superstars are rubbing their hands in anticipation, to the uber expensive monster-tron. Instead of the typical match highlights, it posses a question, who will be the third ? After which it shows different highlights of various superstars, before the image of a shadow crouching on an empty grave of an ancient over grown cemetery.

Stepping from behind the curtain to the entrance ramp dressed in his black and silver attire, the Friday Night superstar stands motionless momentarily with his eyes closed just taking a deep breathe. Tilting his head from side to side, the aerialist begins his walk towards the circle of fate. Pausing to sign posters and merchandise, the Swede much to the annoyance of security jumps over the barrier and mingles with the people. Making his way around the ring he finds the commentary table and returns to where he is supposed to be. Easily leaping to the outside apron of the ring, Seth steps between the ropes approaching Kryptops and Psycho kid. As the music fades, it is replaced by the applaud of the fans.

( Runs both hands up his chest while taking a deep breath.)
" Greetings amigos. Thanks for the invite. For those still wondering, or that give a damn ... names Solstice. Heard of a spot of bother you two are in with some spoiled brats that call themselves Death Squad. Gee like that's original .. and oh so damn scary. NOT ! If you ask me they should be called Dum Bass Inc. So far all I seen them do is rely on numbers, nothing actually intellectual or challenging, but so far they are actually quite good at making mistakes. "

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Suddenly, lightning strikes the four turnbuckles of the squared circle as Solstice and Kryptops look around shock. The arena gets surrounded and consumed in smoke as “For Whom The bell tolls” hits in the arena. Everyone wonders who’s music is this until a familiar face is shown on the titantron.

[white]Is that? Is that him? Is that who I think it is?[/white]

A shadow appears in the illuminated arena at the Entrance wearing a long black trenchcoat covering his sweatshirt and tights. The man slowly covered in smoke walks towards the ring as Lords of Salem look on to the man who slammed Kryptops and TPK 2 weeks back.

[teal]It’s that Monster Krylon! It’s him! He’s really here![/teal]

[White]Look at the size of this monster. Fuckin’ hell.[/white]


Krylon makes his way to the ring as Kryptops and Solstice look on and they are not amused. The fans are pretty much separated on this one. Those who know Krylon are actually cheering for Krylon, a section of the crowd comes up with a chorus of boos and there’s a part which is sitting silently intimidated by the scary figure of the man they refer to as the “Devil’s most evil right hand man”. Krylon gives an evil stare to Solstice and turns to him with the microphone in his hand.


[purple]Krylon:[/purple]
[brown]Dumb…ass inc? Next time you refer to the Death Squad by such foul words, believe me, I will rip your throat out, and choke you with your own tongue. And then you’ll need a doctor to surgically remove my foot from your ass![/brown]

Solstice looks enraged towards the Death Squad original Krylon as Kryptops puts one slight hand on Solstice’s chest and pushes him back and stands in front of the huge figure of Krylon.

[purple]Krylon:[/purple]
[brown]Before I get to you Kryptops, I have a few things to address. I’m usually a man of a few words but I need to clear the air here. I'm one of the founders of the Death Squad and I hold deep loyalty to the group. My loyalty is to the Death Squad but I have no loyalty towards Ansari and his group of mercenaries who have stolen the name. But I will not stand anyone badmouthing the Death Squad, even if it’s god himself standing in my way. [/brown]

[teal]So it looks like Krylon doesn’t really like Ansari?[/teal]

[white] What’s going on exactly?[/white]


[purple]Krylon:[/purple]
[brown]Now coming to you Kryptops, son. Do you know something? I like to bleed, and I like to make people bleed. Because it turns me on. The simple minds of you mortal men, the more you try to destroy me, the more powerful I become. Swing along and play time is over. I've crippled more people than polio, you can't be the first, but you will be the next. Lords of Salem, it's time to go to the learning, so at Red, White and Bruised, I throw an open challenge to you to find out which one of us will be Red, White and Bruised. I’ll make it easy on you. I’m giving you one week to decide.[/brown]


[teal]So Krylon has issued an open challenge to Kryptops for a match at Red, White and Bruised in two weeks?[/teal]

[white]Those are some strong words by that Satan look alike[/white]

The crowd comes up with a huge roar after Krylon’s challenge. An aura of confusion descends upon the GHW faithful, who are taken in by Krylon's words and his dislike for Ansari. Sections of the fans start cheering for Kryptops as Kryptops has a confident expression and has a confident smile on his face after Krylon’s challenge. There is a sense of support for Krylon by his cult following fans but it’s no match for the “Lords of Salem” chants spread through the arena.

Just as Krylon is about to leave the ring, he stops for a moment, brings the microphone near to his mouth as everyone wonders what Krylon has to say now.

[purple]Krylon:[/purple]
[brown]Oh and in case you have the balls to accept the challenge Kryptops, I’m going to knock your teeth so far down your throat, you can chew your own ass out for pissing me off![/brown]

For whom the bell tolls hits as Krylon departs the arena after his challenge to the Lords of Salem.

~"Angel of Death" by Slayer rips out of the PA system, as Genocide makes his way out onto the stage. His hollow eyes pears into the ring, as Krylon hands him a mic. His pale face turns into a heavy frown, as he speaks~

~Genocide~
It never fails, does it ...a couple mortal jackasses let their heads grow as soon as they turn down an offer from us. Are you under the impression that you're better then us, because you grew some balls and said "No thanks"? I got news for you two ...you're not even qualified to lace my flamed boots, boys! The Death Squad was kicking ass, taking names, and burning people alive way before you had a clue what wrestling was. And I'll be damned if I'm going to stand by while you insult what Krylon and myself built! You Johnny-Come-Lately types get under my skin. You're out here running your mouths about something you know nothing about. The only, and I mean ONLY reason you're talking trash ...is because you can't be us! I mean, what exactly have you ever done in your pathetic careers?

~Genocide looks at Krylon, with an evil smirk and then looks back out to the ring. Just as Kryptops is about to speak, The Angel of Death cuts him off~

~Genocide~
It was a rhetorical question, I don't really give a flying fuck what you've done. The only thing I'm interested in that you've done, is run your forsaken mouth about The Death Squad ...I'm not going to let loud mouths like yourselves even think of uttering those secret words ever again. You want to call guys like me a "dried up has beens" ...put your money where your mouth is, and see what happens.

~Genocide lets out a dark chuckle, as his eyes grow darker. His head tilts to the side, as he speaks once more~

~Genocide~
As for your little line in the sand, we don't want to cross ...I'll walk all over it, and you two idiots. The battle lines might be drawn, and allies maybe being formed ...but you forget one thing, our numbers are greater and are still growing. The best way to know your opponent is to study them. Look over everything, front and back ...

~Genocide's voice trails off, as both him and Krylon laugh. As odd as this seems, soon enough the fans erupt in a mixture of cheers and boos as the lights flicker off and on. The Titantron rattles with the fallowing words~

The Demon King Comes Your Way!!

With a simple smile betraying his other wise care free persona, Seth laughs to himself, the words falling off his back like rain drops off a tin roof. This time laughing into the microphone as he stretches his shoulders. Taking a breath while choosing his words, Solstice begins to speak.

" Am I supposed to be scared boy ... I mean ... there is a Demon coming our way. "

A few of the audience choke on their snack foods as they begin to chuckle at the response.

"Who the hell cares if you are the Death Squad, Angel of death or the damn Village People screaming Y . M . C . A. You are the same bunch of goons I have been facing since day one. Except in this instance you don't phase me one damn bit. I have faced the toughest opponents this business could offer, ones that you couldn't ever scream of in your worst nightmare ... and I'm still standing. You talk about know your opponents, study them inside and out. Well you better re-think your oh so great plan, I'm not just some push over rookie you can walk all over and scare witless with your B.S, neither are any of the three of us standing here. "

With a pop from the crowd, Tyson paces back and forth while looking towards the entrance.

"Besides,if you need giant dimwits like Krayon or what ever his name is, and ... more than likely fake tattoos, as well as abundance of cursive vocabulary just to keep running your damn mouth to try make us shake in our boots and make us think you're scary ... well if I had to grade you, it would be a clear FAIL. So far all I hear is yap yap yap, like some annoying taco bell dog trying to sell hotdogs. If you want to step up and put your money where your mouth is, then so be it .. you know where we are ! ... "