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Killing time...Brent Randel!; 'The Disciple' and The Mercenaries
Topic Started: Jul 11 2004, 08:10 PM (60 Views)
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The SCW 'Bringing Down Tha House!' tour continues to work its way across America. Every night a full house...packed to the rafters for some all out SCW-action. Two locker workers from the indy scene try to break into the big time, dueling out to impress Drachewych, hoping their performance might just buy them a place on the SCW roster. The two wrestlers, their names un-important, battle it out with evrything they have. The crowd react well to some moves but arn't really feeling the guys, despite their locality. This pushes the young guns harder. A stalling vertcle suplex leaves one of the kids gaping for breath. He lies motionless on the canvas. The aggresor begins to ascend the turnbuckle. The crowd actually react to this, and the young talent foolishly stops his ascent to play to the crowd. His age and lack of experince shine through. Suddenly an un-familier tune begins to boom over the PA system. The tune is 'Slither' by Velvet Revolver. The tune itself warrents a standing ovasion simply for mystery? Is it yet another local talent trying to make a name? Better yet...is it an already established talent here to make everyones night?

For the first time ever in SCW, The entire squad of The Mercenaries emerges from behind the curtain. If the crowd weren't standing before, they are now! The abyss of fans scream and chant. The simultanoues camera flashes across the arena are almost blinding. These fans came to see to action, and witnessed the first time ever that The Mercenaries hit the ring together. The two local wrestlers in the ring have stopped the match and are on the defensive big time. Seth Kross leads his soldiers to ringside. They each begin to break off and surround the ring. The two local boys who were squaring off against each other now stand back to back slowly circling on the spot. With a member positioned at each apron, Seth Kross begins to climb the ring steps. Upon entering the ring the music begins to fade out. Seth adjusts his suit and paces over to the ropes wher Phoenix stands. Phoenix passes a mic up through the ropes and locks eyes on the young guns once again, poised, ready to pounce. Seth stands and looks out into the seemlessly never-ending horizon of SCW fans. The reception for the old man is un-real...by far the biggest reception of the night. Seth clears his throat and begins to speak.

Seth-"How about a big hand for these two impressive athletes ladies and gentlemen. (the crowd cheers,but the two guys know all to well its only becuase seth spoke.Seth turns to the young guns)Gentlemen, You are now hometown heros...courtesy of The Mercenaries...your presence is no longer needed. You may leave."

The two wrestlers glance at each other then quickly glance down to their nearest exit wher 'The Disciple' stands, hooded and stalking his victims. The two local boys look back at each other and once again their in-experience shows through. With a smiple nod and a clinch of the fist they have signed their fate. Just as they are about to make their brave, but stupid move Seth begins to speak again. His authoritive voice stops them dead in their tracks.

Seth-"I gave you the opportunity to fight another day gentlemen...however your ego's have gotten the better of you...you should never bite that feeds gentlemen..."

No sooner has Seth finshed his sentence his equally young, however more experienced, son Jonny Kross pounces on the closer of the two with a vicious fore-arm blow to the back of the head. The second turns and rears back to swing at an un-prepared Jonny. Out of no-where 'The Disciple' Leon Blake lands a devastating 'Grand Lethol'(super kick) on the un-guarded face of the local talent. The victim of the fore-arm shot comes to and climbs to his feet. After shaking off the majority of the dizzies he finds himself the focal point of every member of The Mercenaries.

Seth-"Two choices...take your fallen comrade over your shoulder and leave this ring...or find yourself in the same position as this poor gentlmen."

The lone wolf peers down to see his opponent lying motionless on the mat with Valec's huge boot covering his entire face. The young local holds his hands up, palms facing Seth, gesturing his surrender.

Seth-"You fold far too easy young one...with time comes experince...i only hope we, and these people, see your name in lights some day. Be gone with you. "

The local wrestler bows toward Seth and turns to pick up his fallen opponant. The Mercenaries stand firm as the the local fumbles the carcas of his fellow wrestler out of the ring. Seth places the mic under one arm and begins to clap. The entire arena begin to clap for their brave 'hometown heros' as Seth referred to them. Seth raises the mic once again...

Seth-"On behalf of my friends i would like to thank you all for your warm welcome. Unfortunately, we arn't out here for your benefit ladies and gents,we are out here...on Business. I hope you dont mind, but my comrade...'The Disciple' (crowd go wild at the sound of his name) Leon Blake would like to say a few words. He fells he needs to address a few...issues. And where better to do it than infront of a great, sell-out crowd like yourselves."

The pop Seth gets for his comments is deafening. He hands the mic to Blake. Blake steps forward, slowly lowering his hood. Under his hood, not much is visible, withhis hood down, we see he wears a pair of shades, has the centre of his bottom lip pierced, and wears a priests collar. He slowly peers to his left and his right before addressing the crowd.

Blake-"...Pakelika...(the crowd errupt in cheers at his voice and the thought of Blake and Pakelika finaly locking up)...you retribution is so close i can taste it...At Rise To Greatness we meet in this very ring, in a match that can be potentially career-ending...I personally hoped we would meet sooner, and under different circumstances,but just because you have escaped the talons of retribution for another week, dont think for one second that you have stepped off the sinners path. You have merely manged to prolong the inevitable. Come 'Rise To Greatness'...we have our closet allies by our sides, and we will be weilding anything we can pick up. You may think that your attempts to soften up my partner last week have left you with an advantage going into the PPV...your efforts were in Vain Pakelika...It takes more than a little blood and brusing to knock Valec off his game...and this coming Exodus, Valec has a chance to gain a small measure of vengence Pakelika...Whatever horrors Valec may inflict on your cursed soul at Exodus, you will be wishing he finshed the job when the sword of retribution falls at Rise To Greatness. The way i see it...At Rise To Greatness both teams will have a slight advantage, with Valec and yourself Pakelika, feeling the effects of Exodus. I consider myself to be professional Pakelika, and i wish to leave you with no excuses as your path comes to an end. Therefore, to kill some time...and to take the edge off the hunger...i too will engage in a match at Exodus. Therefore, i am officailly answering the challenge of Brent Randel! (crowd errupts) Brent, dont think for a second that i have forgotten that you too walk the sinners path! Your actions last week were equally despicable...however, i'd hoped to deal with Pakelika before delivering your swift retribution...No plan is etched in stone Brent...and the only thing etched in stone come Rise To Greatness...will be your EPHITAPH!!! (wildness devours the arena again) So, Brent, we shall meet at Exodus...last week you felt the Grand Lethol...this week i shall lay you 'Dead To Rights'...and at Rise To Greatness...i shall deliver both...and a whole lot more!"

The crowd errupt again as Blake drops the mic to the canvas. Seth Kross begins to laugh bearing a sinister face. He once again begins clapping his hands and the rest of The Mercenaries join in with a rousing round of applause. Blake don's his hood and rolls out of the ring. 'Slither' hits the airwaves once more as The Mercenaries make take their leave. Jonny Kross remains in the raing for a short while after, posing for cameras and being his usual cocky self as the rest of the team head back up the ramp.
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