Return With a Vengeance

[The lights go off in the arena.  Eerie music plays over the sound system.  The Sons of Darkness, led by Nick Belhor, walk menacingly down to the ring.]

Jim “The Amp” Johnson:  Oh boy. These guys.

WarHead:  They nail it with the “scary” factor.

[The Sons of Darkness climb in and Nick takes a mic.  The lights stay dark, but a single red overhead spotlight illuminates the three men in the ring]

Nick Belhor:  The time of safety is over.  The Sons of Darkness have returned.  Prepare for the time of suffering to begin!  I fully plan to unleash Mastema and Abbadon onto the NRWL without mercy!  The agonizing screams of pain will drown out the wailing cries of all you people as you watch your heroes be annihilated one by one.  And we will start by laying waste to the tag team champions, Bruno Kowalski and Marty Anderson!  Bruno and Marty, savor your last few days, because when the Sons of Darkness come for you, you will--

[Suddenly the JumboTron turns on with a static buzz.  After a few seconds of white noise, it clears to show an old phonograph on a beat-up wooden stand in a decrepit room.  It starts playing creepy pipe organ music.]

Jim:  What is--?  What’s going on?

WarHead:  Did someone plug thier game of Silent Hill into the JumboTron?

[A man then walks out from behind the curtain at the top of the ramp.  He’s wearing a long black coat, a black fedora, and an old gas mask (circa World War II).  He stands at the top of the ramp and stares for several seconds at the Sons of Darkness in the ring.  The music dies down.]

Nick Belhor:  How dare you interrupt!  Do you know what you have now done to yourself?  Your demise will not be quick, and your pleas to end the pain that will be inflicted on you will not be acknowledged!

Stranger:  Demise.  You know nothing of demise.  Suffering.  Screams.  Agony.  Pain.  Annihilation.  To know this things, you must live these things.

Jim:  Is that…?

WarHead:  I think so…

Stranger:  My name is Death Man.

[The crowd erupts at the mention of the name.]

Jim:  IT IS!!  The SCSF legend and Season 1 veteran Death Man!

WarHead:  I can’t believe it!
Death Man:  But this is not about me.  This is about you, and your two henchmen.  I have a declaration.  A match, if you will.  Nick Belhor, as you represent Abbadon and Mastema, I also represent two men.

[Creepy music plays and a large masked man walks out and stands behind Death Man.  The crowd cheers upon seeing him]

Jim:  Holy Moses!  It’s Apollyon!

WarHead:  Aligned with Death Man!  Wow!

[Nick scowls with anger.  Then, bursts of fire erupt from the top of the stage around Death Man and Apollyon, and another masked man walks out.  The crowd cheers loudly yet again when they recognize the man.]

Jim:  OH!  MY!  GOD!!!

WarHead:  It’s Fireburner!!!  No way!!!
[Fireburner walks and stands, arms folded, next to Apollyon, behind Death Man.  Nick stares with nervousness.]

Death Man:  Here is the declaration.  There will be a match.  Abbadon and Mastema versus Apollyon and Fireburner.  Tornado tag match.  No DQ.

[The crowd cheers with approval of the set match.]

Jim:  Oh wow!

WarHead:  That match is NOT going to be pretty.

Death Man:  If the Sons of Darkness win, I will leave, and you will get a handicap match: all of you against Apollyon.

[Nick Belhor grins evilly.]

Death Man:  But if Apollyon and Fireburner win, the Sons of Darkness leave the NRWL…

[Nick’s smile turns into an angry frown.]

Death Man:  And Apollyon gets 1-on-1 Extreme Rules with you, Nick Belhor.

[The crowd roars with cheers.]

Jim:  Ho….ly….

WarHead:  Crap!!!!

[Nick Belhor storms around the ring furious.  The five other men stare each other down.]

Jim:  This is incredible!

WarHead:  I can’t wait for this match!

Jim:  Who will survive?!  Tune in to find out!

[Scene fades.]

Revenge

[scene opens to Abbadon walking menacingly through the hallways back stage.  He has just left the ring area after attacking his tag partner, Mastema, from behind in the Tag Team Championship match.  He walks with purpose and any staff or crew in the hallway cower down or paste themselves to the wall, lest they feel his wrath.]

Jim “The Amp” Johnson:  I’m still in shock of what happened during that match.

WarHead:  Me too.  But where is he going?

[Abbadon reaches a set of wooden, windowless double-doors marked “Storage.”  He rips open the door]

JJ:  What the--?!?!?

[Sitting, hunched over, presumably unconscious, tied to chair with chains and rope, covered in bruises and welts, is…..Abbadon?]

WH:  Two of them!??!

[The standing, unbound Abbadon reaches of and rips the sack of his head, revealing another masked face]

WH:  NO WAY!!

JJ:  APOLLYON!!!  OH MY GOD!!!

[Apollyon wheels over a TV stand.  He turns on the TV and slaps Abbadon in the head.  Abbadon slowly lifts his head.  He looks up at Apollyon, still groggy.  Apollyon points over at the TV.  Abbadon turns to the TV to see it tuned into the live NRWL show.  The screen displays Tommy V. and Marcus celebrating in the ring with their newly won tag team championship belts.]

WH:  Well, you know what they say, revenge is a dish best ser—

[While Abbadon is still watching the goings-on on the TV, in quick, deft move, Apollyon delivers a massive boot to Abbadon’s head.  Abbadon and the chair spill backwards with a crash.]
 
JJ:  OH MAN!!!  A big boot to the side of the face!!

WH:  How can you tell it’s the side of his face?

[Abbadon lays motionless.  Apollyon picks up the TV and stands over Abbadon.  A commotion is heard from behind, and Apollyon turns with the reflexes of a cat, swinging the TV at the sound behind him, which happened to be Mastema!  Mastema falls to the ground, holding his head.  Apollyon kicks him solidly in the ribs, which makes Mastema instinctively curl up, gasping for air]

WH:  Oh, that never feels good.

JJ:  Apollyon is wreaking havoc!

[Apollyon looks up, and sees a few paces down the hall, Nick Belhor standing and staring in horror.  Nick comes to and takes off running.  Apollyon gives chase and quickly catches up and grabs Nick by the collar.  He spins Nick around and knees him in the gut, collapsing Nick.]

WH:  This does not look good for Nick.

JJ:  Apollyon is delivering some payback!

[Apollyon lifts Nick overhead, and gives him the Darkeness Falls through a pile of pallets!  Nick lays there motionless in a pile of broken and splintered wood.  Apollyon walks back down the hallway towards the exit.  As he approaches Mastema, who is on his hands and knees, he picks up metal hand truck, walks up to Mastema, and bashes it over Mastema’s back!  Mastema arches his back and contorts his body in pain.  Apollyon exits the arena.]

JJ:  The Sons of Darkness just got collectively destroyed Apollyon!

WH:  Maybe Nick kept the wrong one…

JJ:  Either way, the Sons of Darkness got a taste of their own medicine!

[scene fades out]

An Ominous Challenge

[The lights go out in the area.  After several seconds seconds, the Jumbotron blips a with static a few times and then turns on to white noise.  After a few more seconds, a video feed flashes on, scan lines running across it occasionally.  It is Nick Belhor in a dark room in front of single lit candle.  Over his shoulders are his two bruisers, Mastema and Abbadon]

Nick Belhor:  There will be a tournament.  And let this be a warning.  You have all seen what has happened to Apollyon and Scott Paris.  Any men that dare stand in the way of the Sons of Darkness, and they will join those other two.  We will make a statement of our dominance at the next event by destroying the current champion Bruno Kowalski and the champion before him, Ash.  But this match will be even more dangerous as all competitors will be in the ring at once under Tornado Tag Team rules.  One of the Sons of Darkness is frightening enough.  Now you must deal with both.

Good bye, gentlemen.

[video feed cuts off to a blip of static.]

A New Fear

*The lights go out in the arena.  A few dimly lit red lights come on and sinister music plays as the Sons of Darkness emerge from behind the curtain at the top of the ramp.  Nick Belhor leads Abbadon and Apollyon slowly and methodically down to the ring.  All three climb in.  Nick takes a mic and stands at the center of the ring with his two bruisers over each shoulder.  The lights come back on.*

Nick:  Well, all you people should feel special.  Tonight is a very important night.  Possibly the most important night in your sad and meaningless lives.  It is also a very important night for the NRWL, and should maybe be looked at as a sort of warning.   You see, if you thought things were dangerous now, you are all in for an unpleasant shock.  Because tonight, I introduce the NRWL to a new Son of Darkness!

*the lights dim again, and chilling music begins creeping over the PA system.  From behind the curtain emerges a large man not unlike the build of Abbadon and Apollyon.  He wears black pants, black boots, and black muscle shirt.  Over his face is a black featureless mask.  He climbs into the ring determinedly and stands directly behind Nick, so that the 3 bruisers form a triangle behind him.  The lights wax back on.*

Nick:  The NRWL is now on notice.  This is Mastema - the newest member of the Sons of Darkness.  Rest assured, he is not here to make friend, but make destruction.  He is not here to slap backs, but break backs.  He has not come here to wrestle, but to injure.  He has not come here to wrestle, but to end careers.  No one is safe anymore.  And there is one already that we have in mind.  It's time to start clearing away the dead wood of the NRWL.  And it starts tonight!  Unfortunately, there can only be one master, and two disciples.

*As soon as Nick finishes his sentence, Mastema clubs Apollyon in the back of the head with a double-axe handle.  Apollyon falls to the ground and Mastema and Abbadon begin stomping him mercilessly.  Abbadon picks Apollyon up and delivers a crushing backbreaker over his shoulders.  Mastema exits the ring and grabs a steel chair and the timekeepers bell and climbs back into the ring.  He tosses the chair down while Abbadon holds an unconscious up in a full nelson, and Mastema runs towards him and bashes the bell off Apollyon's head with a sickening deep ring.  Apollyon crumbles to a heap on the mat while a pool of blood forms under his head.  Abbadon picks up the chair, opens it a bit, and places it the fold on top of and behind Apollyon's head.  He looks up to Nick, who nods.  Abbadon leaps straight up in the air and stomps the chair into Apollyon's face with all his weight.  Apollyon lays there motionless, chair bent around his head.*

Nick:  As I said and have just demonstrated, no one is safe.  Let the new fear spread.

*The Sons of Darkness exit the ring, leaving the broken Apollyon in the ring.  Medical staff rush out from the backroom, and fearfully walk around the Sons of Darkness on the ramp.  The tend to Apollyon as the scene fades.*