[Nirvana "Scentless Apprentice" starts playing through the PA system, and Mark Blood, Tornado, and Warlock make thier way through the crowd down to the ring. The climb into the ring and take mics.]
Mark Blood: Let me start off first by saying--
[Suddenly, The 4 Elements run out from the crowd, leap the barrier, slide into the ring and Tommy V. smacks Mark Blood in the back with a steel chair while in mid sentence. Max Destruction grabs Tornado by the waist and drops him on his head with a German suplex and Marcus give Warlock a neck breaker. Mikey Armstrong, from outside the ring, reaches under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher and tosses it to Max, who starts beating Tornado down with it. Tommy V. continues to pummel Mark Blood with the chair. Mikey tosses a pipe up to Marcus who brings it down across Warlock's shoulders. Mikey climbs into the ring while the other three member continue the beat down. They then stop and raise their arms while the crowd boos and jeers them. Tommy V. then points to Warlock, Mark, and Tornado, and then points at Marcus, Max, and himself. Each member of The 4 Elements then climbs onto each turnbuckle and they raise their arms and taunt the crowd, getting boo's heavily. The scene fades out.]
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
A Common Bond
[Tornado's music plays and he walks down to the ring with none of the usual emotion.]
WarHead: This kid's got something on his mind. I can see it on his face.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well, he's had a rough go of it lately.
[As Tornado is about to step into the ring his music stops and Warlock's music begins to play. Warlock appears and walks to the ring with a straight face.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: I'm checking my notes. I'm not aware of these guys having a match. I'm not sure what's going on here.
[Warlock climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Tornado. They both look around the arena. Tornado walks over to the corner of the ring and retrieves microphones for himself and Warlock.]
WarHead: This is definitely unusual. What is going on here?
Tornado: There are a lot of guys in the NRWL locker room these days. None of them have it any harder than guys like Warlock and myself. Other wrestlers come in and make a name for themselves with a clean slate. The climb to the top isn't scrutinized from the start. They are given time to grow. Not us. We are both second generation wrestlers. My father, Cyclone, is one of the greatest fighters in SCSF history. Warlock's father, The Druid, was an iconic member of the MoW roster. For those reasons alone, we are held to a higher standard.
Warlock: We came here to make names for ourselves, not to cater to people who just want to see more of their retired heroes. We aren't here so people can use us to latch onto their memories of the past. We have our own legacies to build.
Tornado: Even in the locker room, we don't quite fit in back there. The boys in the back don't give us the same amount of respect they give each other. It's like they don't believe we earned our spots in this company the same way they did. It's gotten old fast. So, we decided that it's time to stick together. If everyone is against us, then we might as well have each others' backs.
Warlock: But... two isn't enough.
[Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage, waiting for someone to come out. A section of fans start to make noise. As attention shifts to them, a man in a hoodie and faded jeans comes walking toward the ring from the crowd.]
WarHead: Hey! Is that Mark Blood?
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: We haven't seen him lately. Where has he been?
[Mark Blood jumps the barricade and climbs into the ring. Warlock hands him his microphone. Mark Blood waits for the audience to settle before speaking.]
Mark Blood: If there is anyone who knows the difficulty of being given the shaft by the NRWL for being a second generation wrestler, it's me. Ever since I came here it's been an uphill battle. All I ever wanted to do was work my way to the top and become the champion, just like my friends in the ring here. But right from the start, I've been treated like a black sheep.
[The crowd begins to get noisy again with mixed emotions. Some supportive, others negative.]
Mark Blood: OK, so you want proof? Where do I begin? Right from the start, the office decreed me as a disappointment because I didn't win the NRWL Championship tournament when this company relaunched. Somehow, the second generation guy should have picked up the torch right off the bat. Remember the Colors Tournament? Johnny Young's team won that tournament. Ash's team lost. One of his excuses for losing? That I was on his team. I never forgot that. Last season, these two [Mark points to the announcer's table] continued to say "if he loses this match, he's done", "he's hasn't won a match in quite a while", while ignoring the fact that a lot of guys had lackluster showings all season long. I'm still here. Some of those other guys aren't. Let's not forget that I was involved in some of the more interesting, long running feuds with some of this industries biggest names. Johnny Young and I brawled many times. I took John Fraust to the absolute limits. Bruno, Slam Jackson, I could go on. Despite what I've done for this company I've never gotten respect... except from you fans.
[Mark Blood points to the people in the audience.]
Mark Blood: The reason I am still here is because you people always saw me for who I was. A fighter. One who kept getting into the ring no matter what. How many guys stayed out of the ring last season with injuries? I was almost blinded, and yet, I came back week after week and competed while other guys hosted awful talk shows or pretended to be injured worse than they were for sympathy. NRWL never cared that I kept going. You people did. That is why I came to this ring through the crowd tonight. The NRWL offices and locker room gave me the cold shoulder but you always stuck by me. Thank you.
[The crowd cheers for themselves.]
Mark Blood: I also noticed your appreciation for Tornado and Warlock. You cheer for them. You hold up signs in support of them despite the company ignoring them. These guys deserve better than the way this company perceives them. So we got together, the three of us, and decided that working together to fight the system is the way to succeed.
Tornado: This company wants us to stand in for our fathers, not be ourselves. The only way to prove them wrong is to fight back. This is your official notice. We're taking over and we're doing it our own way.
[Suddenly, Hardcore Adam's music begins to play and he steps out onto the stage with Tiger Johnson. Both men walk down to the ring and climb in.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Adam and Tiger? What is this about?
WarHead: Who cares! I'm still stinging from Mark Blood critiquing my announcing!
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: He jabbed both of us.
WarHead: Yeah, but I can't totally fault him for taking a jab at you, Amp.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Funny.
[Adam and Tiger both have microphones in hand.]
Hardcore Adam: Whoa, whoa. Guys. What is this about? Mark, Tornado, I've been tag team partners with both of you. Warlock, we've traveled together between shows. We're all friends here. You never told me you were this upset. I have to be honest. I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.
Tiger Johnson: Hey, I get it. I mean, we are both good friends of all of your fathers and we--
Tornado: And that's the problem! You don't get it! It's not about our fathers. This is about what's best for us and only us.
Mark Blood: We aren't asking for much. We just want to be put against the same measuring stick as everyone else. We respect our families' legacies. We respect those who came before us. We just don't want to be treated like disappointments because we haven't been the replacements. We've only tried to be ourselves.
Tiger Johnson: We don't see you that way. We don't. We just think this tirade on the NRWL is a little extreme.
Hardcore Adam: Why didn't you talk to us about this? You know you can trust us.
Tornado: We're doing this alone.
Mark Blood: And let's not kid ourselves here, Adam. What are you going to do about it?
Hardcore Adam: We could work together to figure something out.
[Mark shakes his head and starts to turn around to walk away in frustration. Tiger grabs his shoulder.]
Tiger Johnson: Come on. Just listen to the man.
[Mark throws Tiger's hand off of his shoulder. He gets in Tiger's face.]
Mark Blood: We made it clear the three of us are doing this together. If you want to get in our way, fine. You two against Tornado and me.
[Hardcore Adam takes off his sunglasses and steps toe to toe with Tornado. Warlock steps up behind Mark Blood and Tornado. All five men hold a tense stare down before Adam and Tiger step out of the ring.]
WarHead: I think it's safe to say we have a match.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: These kids have a huge chip on their shoulder. I hope Hardcore Adam and Tiger Johnson know what they've gotten themselves in the middle of. This could get ugly.
WarHead: This kid's got something on his mind. I can see it on his face.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well, he's had a rough go of it lately.
[As Tornado is about to step into the ring his music stops and Warlock's music begins to play. Warlock appears and walks to the ring with a straight face.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: I'm checking my notes. I'm not aware of these guys having a match. I'm not sure what's going on here.
[Warlock climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Tornado. They both look around the arena. Tornado walks over to the corner of the ring and retrieves microphones for himself and Warlock.]
WarHead: This is definitely unusual. What is going on here?
Tornado: There are a lot of guys in the NRWL locker room these days. None of them have it any harder than guys like Warlock and myself. Other wrestlers come in and make a name for themselves with a clean slate. The climb to the top isn't scrutinized from the start. They are given time to grow. Not us. We are both second generation wrestlers. My father, Cyclone, is one of the greatest fighters in SCSF history. Warlock's father, The Druid, was an iconic member of the MoW roster. For those reasons alone, we are held to a higher standard.
Warlock: We came here to make names for ourselves, not to cater to people who just want to see more of their retired heroes. We aren't here so people can use us to latch onto their memories of the past. We have our own legacies to build.
Tornado: Even in the locker room, we don't quite fit in back there. The boys in the back don't give us the same amount of respect they give each other. It's like they don't believe we earned our spots in this company the same way they did. It's gotten old fast. So, we decided that it's time to stick together. If everyone is against us, then we might as well have each others' backs.
Warlock: But... two isn't enough.
[Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage, waiting for someone to come out. A section of fans start to make noise. As attention shifts to them, a man in a hoodie and faded jeans comes walking toward the ring from the crowd.]
WarHead: Hey! Is that Mark Blood?
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: We haven't seen him lately. Where has he been?
[Mark Blood jumps the barricade and climbs into the ring. Warlock hands him his microphone. Mark Blood waits for the audience to settle before speaking.]
Mark Blood: If there is anyone who knows the difficulty of being given the shaft by the NRWL for being a second generation wrestler, it's me. Ever since I came here it's been an uphill battle. All I ever wanted to do was work my way to the top and become the champion, just like my friends in the ring here. But right from the start, I've been treated like a black sheep.
[The crowd begins to get noisy again with mixed emotions. Some supportive, others negative.]
Mark Blood: OK, so you want proof? Where do I begin? Right from the start, the office decreed me as a disappointment because I didn't win the NRWL Championship tournament when this company relaunched. Somehow, the second generation guy should have picked up the torch right off the bat. Remember the Colors Tournament? Johnny Young's team won that tournament. Ash's team lost. One of his excuses for losing? That I was on his team. I never forgot that. Last season, these two [Mark points to the announcer's table] continued to say "if he loses this match, he's done", "he's hasn't won a match in quite a while", while ignoring the fact that a lot of guys had lackluster showings all season long. I'm still here. Some of those other guys aren't. Let's not forget that I was involved in some of the more interesting, long running feuds with some of this industries biggest names. Johnny Young and I brawled many times. I took John Fraust to the absolute limits. Bruno, Slam Jackson, I could go on. Despite what I've done for this company I've never gotten respect... except from you fans.
[Mark Blood points to the people in the audience.]
Mark Blood: The reason I am still here is because you people always saw me for who I was. A fighter. One who kept getting into the ring no matter what. How many guys stayed out of the ring last season with injuries? I was almost blinded, and yet, I came back week after week and competed while other guys hosted awful talk shows or pretended to be injured worse than they were for sympathy. NRWL never cared that I kept going. You people did. That is why I came to this ring through the crowd tonight. The NRWL offices and locker room gave me the cold shoulder but you always stuck by me. Thank you.
[The crowd cheers for themselves.]
Mark Blood: I also noticed your appreciation for Tornado and Warlock. You cheer for them. You hold up signs in support of them despite the company ignoring them. These guys deserve better than the way this company perceives them. So we got together, the three of us, and decided that working together to fight the system is the way to succeed.
Tornado: This company wants us to stand in for our fathers, not be ourselves. The only way to prove them wrong is to fight back. This is your official notice. We're taking over and we're doing it our own way.
[Suddenly, Hardcore Adam's music begins to play and he steps out onto the stage with Tiger Johnson. Both men walk down to the ring and climb in.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Adam and Tiger? What is this about?
WarHead: Who cares! I'm still stinging from Mark Blood critiquing my announcing!
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: He jabbed both of us.
WarHead: Yeah, but I can't totally fault him for taking a jab at you, Amp.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Funny.
[Adam and Tiger both have microphones in hand.]
Hardcore Adam: Whoa, whoa. Guys. What is this about? Mark, Tornado, I've been tag team partners with both of you. Warlock, we've traveled together between shows. We're all friends here. You never told me you were this upset. I have to be honest. I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.
Tiger Johnson: Hey, I get it. I mean, we are both good friends of all of your fathers and we--
Tornado: And that's the problem! You don't get it! It's not about our fathers. This is about what's best for us and only us.
Mark Blood: We aren't asking for much. We just want to be put against the same measuring stick as everyone else. We respect our families' legacies. We respect those who came before us. We just don't want to be treated like disappointments because we haven't been the replacements. We've only tried to be ourselves.
Tiger Johnson: We don't see you that way. We don't. We just think this tirade on the NRWL is a little extreme.
Hardcore Adam: Why didn't you talk to us about this? You know you can trust us.
Tornado: We're doing this alone.
Mark Blood: And let's not kid ourselves here, Adam. What are you going to do about it?
Hardcore Adam: We could work together to figure something out.
[Mark shakes his head and starts to turn around to walk away in frustration. Tiger grabs his shoulder.]
Tiger Johnson: Come on. Just listen to the man.
[Mark throws Tiger's hand off of his shoulder. He gets in Tiger's face.]
Mark Blood: We made it clear the three of us are doing this together. If you want to get in our way, fine. You two against Tornado and me.
[Hardcore Adam takes off his sunglasses and steps toe to toe with Tornado. Warlock steps up behind Mark Blood and Tornado. All five men hold a tense stare down before Adam and Tiger step out of the ring.]
WarHead: I think it's safe to say we have a match.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: These kids have a huge chip on their shoulder. I hope Hardcore Adam and Tiger Johnson know what they've gotten themselves in the middle of. This could get ugly.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Witch Hunt
[The lights
in the arena slightly dim, and Warlock's music begins to play,
prompting the crowd to erupt in cheers]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: It looks
like Warlock is making his way down to the ring!
Warhead: And the fans are loving it
already!
[Warlock walks onto the stage, nodding
and pointing to some of the fans. He moves to the center of the
stage, getting ready to pose, when a hooded figure attacks him from
behind]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: What the?!
Who is that?!
[The figure picks Warlock up, then
throws him off the stage to the floor below. The figure lowers his
hood, revealing himself to be The Filthy Friar]
Warhead: Of course, it would be The
Filthy Friar!
[The Friar jumps down to the arena
floor, and picks Warlock up. Warlock unleashes a series of punches to
The Filthy Friar, drawing cheers from the crowd. Warlock attempts to
Irish Whip The Friar into the crowd barricade, but the Friar reverses
it, sending Warlock back-first into it. The Filthy Friar finally
picks Warlock up, and slams Warlock through a table. Emerging from
backstage a few seconds later, Benjamin the Blessed appears, holding
a microphone and lit candle]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Well you had
to figure that if the Friar was around, Benjamin wouldn't be too far
away.
[Benjamin stands over Warlock, then
starts to pour the hot wax onto his body. Warlock's instincts take
over, and he sits up in pain. Benjamin then smashes the candle over
Warlock's head, knocking him out]
Benjamin: We heard you last week,
Warlock. I was able to respond to you with actions, but now, I want
to respond to you in words. You want the NRWL to stay the same, and
that makes you our most outspoken enemy. We can not have people
speaking against our mission, promoting the lifestyle of the
heathens! You call yourself ”Warlock.” You celebrate the occult
by that very act! This can not be. We will not allow this! The Filthy
Friar will see to it that you are finally destroyed.
Warhead: These guys are insane!
[Benjamin the Blessed looks up from
Warlock, then turns toward the crowd]
Benjamin: You are all witness to
moment! The truth of your cult leader has been unraveled for all to
see! The next time you see Warlock, his music will blast through the
arena. Fire and explosions will burn and shake the surrounding
concrete! You may be inclined to cheer for this man, to make your
voice louder than the artificial sounds around you! But know this:
The loudest your voice can go...will be nothing compared to the
shrills of your soul, as it suffers for following false idols! Di te
incolumem custodiant!
[Benjamin throws the microphone down
and walks away with The Filthy Friar, leaving Warlock lying in the
carnage]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: I think we
need help out here for Warlock! And who's going to stop the Holy
Duo?!
Warhead: From what we've seen of Warlock so far, I think he'll be volunteering once he's recovered!
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Holy War
[Jay Phillips is running down a hallway backstage.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock!
[Jay calls to Warlock, who is walking further up the hallway. Warlock stops and turns around.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock! You're a hard man to track down. I've been meaning to talk to you about your match this week with Benjamin the Blessed.
[Warlock smiles and laughs, grabbing Jay by the shoulder and shaking him for a moment.]
Warlock: Jay Phillips, right? Yes, I saw that I have a match scheduled with Benjamin the Blessed. What can I say? He's an impressive character, isn't he? I managed to catch a glimpse of his match last time. I'm looking forward to the match. Can I share an observation, Jay?
Jay Phillips: Uh, yeah sure. What is it?
Warlock: I feel, and this is just me, I feel like the guy is just a little too serious. I've heard The Holy Duo talking about cleansing the NRWL and fighting fire with fire to do it. It's a noble cause!!! But! It's not going to work. Not as long as I'm around. You know why, Jay? Because I LIKE the rock and roll attitude around here and I'm not about to let two monks ruin my fun! Their job is about to get a whole lot harder because Warlock has arrived and that means the volume just got turned up! If you don't like it, just try to stop me!
Jay Phillips: [laughs] Well, if you are anything like your father, The Druid, I suspect you'll be here for a long time.
[Warlock stops smiling and gives Jay a cold stare.]
Warlock: Jay, I've worked hard to make it clear that I am not my father. We're two completely different people. I'm going to be around for a long time, that's for sure, but it's because I am my own man. Just you watch me.
Jay Phillips: I'm... I'm sorry.
[Warlock suddenly grins wide.]
Warlock: [laughing] Don't worry about it, Jay! We're good! [his face gets serious again and his voice gets deeper] But don't let it happen again.
[Warlock walks away from Jay. The hallway is busy with backstage crew preparing for the next event. Warlock walks by a man standing against a wall wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He doesn't seem to notice the man in the hoodie. The man in the hoodie notices him, however, as he steps away from the wall and quietly watches Warlock walking away.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock!
[Jay calls to Warlock, who is walking further up the hallway. Warlock stops and turns around.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock! You're a hard man to track down. I've been meaning to talk to you about your match this week with Benjamin the Blessed.
[Warlock smiles and laughs, grabbing Jay by the shoulder and shaking him for a moment.]
Warlock: Jay Phillips, right? Yes, I saw that I have a match scheduled with Benjamin the Blessed. What can I say? He's an impressive character, isn't he? I managed to catch a glimpse of his match last time. I'm looking forward to the match. Can I share an observation, Jay?
Jay Phillips: Uh, yeah sure. What is it?
Warlock: I feel, and this is just me, I feel like the guy is just a little too serious. I've heard The Holy Duo talking about cleansing the NRWL and fighting fire with fire to do it. It's a noble cause!!! But! It's not going to work. Not as long as I'm around. You know why, Jay? Because I LIKE the rock and roll attitude around here and I'm not about to let two monks ruin my fun! Their job is about to get a whole lot harder because Warlock has arrived and that means the volume just got turned up! If you don't like it, just try to stop me!
Jay Phillips: [laughs] Well, if you are anything like your father, The Druid, I suspect you'll be here for a long time.
[Warlock stops smiling and gives Jay a cold stare.]
Warlock: Jay, I've worked hard to make it clear that I am not my father. We're two completely different people. I'm going to be around for a long time, that's for sure, but it's because I am my own man. Just you watch me.
Jay Phillips: I'm... I'm sorry.
[Warlock suddenly grins wide.]
Warlock: [laughing] Don't worry about it, Jay! We're good! [his face gets serious again and his voice gets deeper] But don't let it happen again.
[Warlock walks away from Jay. The hallway is busy with backstage crew preparing for the next event. Warlock walks by a man standing against a wall wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He doesn't seem to notice the man in the hoodie. The man in the hoodie notices him, however, as he steps away from the wall and quietly watches Warlock walking away.]
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The New Deathdealers?
[Storm Harrison is standing in the middle of the ring with his bodyguard Caleb at his side. He has a smile on his face and looks very excited.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well WarHead, it was announced on the NRWL website that Storm Harrison had a major announcement concerning Season Six and we are about to hear it. What do you think he has to say?
WarHead: With Storm Harrison you never can tell. One thing I do know is that he is a showman, tried and true. Whatever he's got brewing is going to make headlines.
[Storm reaches up to whisper something to Caleb. He shakes one of his suit sleeves, straightens his tie, and then begins to speak into the microphone in his hand.]
Storm Harrison: Thank you all for being here tonight for this monumental announcement. As you know, this new season is bringing many changes. There are some new faces on the roster. We've got an entire development league starting up to find the next Storm Harrison... not that they will find him, but hey, doesn't hurt to try!
[Storm laughs off mic and jabs Caleb on the arm to join in. Caleb attempts a smile but it looks awkward and appears to hurt his face to even try. Storm shrugs and continues.]
Storm Harrison: Big C here isn't big on the laughs but that's ok. Tonight is his night. He can do whatever he wants. Yes, tonight's announcement is for him! Ten years ago, in the autumn months of 2003, NRWL launched its first season and this man debuting for the first time. Caleb was a member of The Death Dealers, a legendary faction led by Hall of Famer, The Druid.
[The crowd cheers at the mention of The Druid.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: The Death Dealers was a powerful trio. Easily one of the most fearful groups in wrestling history.
WarHead: I remember them well, Amp. And who could forget The Druid? One of the most iconic wrestlers in Masters of Wrestling and NRWL history.
Storm Harrison: The Druid helped breed Caleb into the powerful beast he is today. Now, ten years later, Caleb is going to be that mentor to the next generation. He will lead The New Death Dealers to NRWL dominance. The NRWL will be forever changed. A new dark era is upon us.... and it's all thanks to me!
[The crowd reacts, surprisingly, with cheers.]
WarHead: The New Death Dealers? I never saw this one coming. Well done, Stormy. Well done.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Of course he's taking full credit for this! More importantly, who, exactly, is Caleb going to mentor?
WarHead: That may be the scariest part of this whole thing. It could be anyone.
[Storm puffs out his chest and smiles.]
Storm Harrison: It gets better. The reason for the success of The Death Dealers was because of the immense talent of the group as a whole. I spent good money to get the right talent for this. Tonight, I am proud to be the one to announce Caleb's new partner.
[Storm looks at Caleb and winks. Caleb nods and stands triumphant.]
WarHead: Here we go.
Storm Harrison: I knew exactly who we needed. I watched his matches. I saw how dominant he was in the ring. Caleb and I agreed. This was the man who was going to help take the New Death Dealers to the very top of the NRWL. He's a second generation wrestler. He's got his father's talent and intimidation factor. The new member of the New Death Dealers is so appropriate because he brings this whole thing full circle. The Death Dealers started with The Druid and now it continues.. with his son.
[The crowd begins to react with excitement.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Oh my... The Druid's son! WarHead, can you believe this?!?
WarHead: I said it before and I'll say it again. Storm Harrison is making headlines tonight. This is huge, Amp!
[Storm waits a moment for the crowd to settle a little.]
Storm Harrison: So, without further delay. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... WARLOCK!!!!
[A haunting,powerful, Hollywood blockbuster-style entrance theme begins to play throughout the arena as the lights blink out. A pale purple lighting illuminates the entire stage floor and the ramp to the ring. The effect is otherworldly. A flame ignites on each of the ring posts. Storm Harrison and Caleb are bathed in purple light shining from above. They appear to be pleased. Creepy videos play on the giant screen above the stage. After about a minute, Storm and Caleb look at each other with some concern.]
WarHead: I think something is wrong. Ol' Stormy and "Big C" look a little confused.
[The music stops, the flames on the ring posts die out, the illuminated stage returns to it's normal metal color. The lights come back on. Storm leans outside the ring ropes, visibly upset at someone working the production crew outside the ring. After they speak for a few moments, Storm nods and steps back to the middle of the ring. Jim "The Amp" Johnson and WarHead can be heard trying to hold back laughter at the announcer's table.]
Storm Harrison: Well, Ok. Let's try this again. Ladies and gentlemen. Warlock!!!
[The lights go dark in the arena again. Suddenly, the big screen above the stage turns on showing a view of an alley entrance outside the arena. It's too dark to see in the ring but Storm Harrison can be heard yelling "What are you idiots doing?!?" to someone.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Fans, I -- I'm not sure what is happening here. We are just as confused as you ----
WarHead: Something is happening on the screen!
[A black 1938 Rolls Royce Wraith comes barreling around the corner and down the alley. It comes to a halt just in front of a large service door behind the arena. It sits there idling. The sound system in the arena begins to make some pounding bass noise. As the driver's side door of the Wraith opens, a child's voice comes over the sound system.]
Child's Voice: When I grow up I want to be a rock star!
[Rob Zombie's cover of "We're an American Band" begins to blast throughout the arena as the lights come back on. A man steps out of the Wraith, dressed in black, with long white dreadlocks, black face paint and lipstick, and a big smile on his face. His teeth are pointed. Back in the ring, Storm Harrison is fuming. He is screaming at the screen. Caleb looks angrier than he has ever looked before. The crowd is cheering madly.]
WarHead: Is this Warlock? Amp, I don't think this is what Stormy had in mind.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: The joke's on Storm Harrison and Caleb, I think! Things are getting interesting here at the NRWL Arena. I can barely hear myself. This crowd is making some serious noise!
[Warlock walks into the backstage area and screams "Cooommeee ooonn!!!!" while pumping up people working backstage. The energy is electric. He struts through the hallways toward the stage slapping hands with people along the way. He reaches the back of the stage, grabs a microphone off of a table, and steps out into the arena. The crowd, already cheering loudly, gets even louder as he appears for the first time in person. He stands at the top of the ramp, extends his arms out, throws his head back, and tosses his dreads back and forth behind him while fireworks blow up all over the stage. He looks toward the ring, smirks, and then walks down the ramp.]
Warlock: COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!
[The crowd reacts with more cheers. He walks up the ring steps, grabs the ring post, and hangs off it while pumping his free hand in the air. Warlock steps on the ring apron and quickly climbs through the ropes. He stands there in the ring looking at the fans with a huge smile on his face.]
Storm Harrison: Stop it! Turn off the stupid music! STOP!
[The music stops abruptly. Warlock's smile disappears and he stares at Storm.]
Storm Harrison: What is this? What are you doing? This isn't what we talked about at all! What happened to the mask you were wearing in tribute to your father? The elaborate entrance we had planned? I spent a fortune on the production for your entrance music alone!!! What is the matter with you!
[Warlock smiles and in a loud, gravelly voice, responds]
Warlock: Sorry to disappoint you, Friend-O, but being a brooding, shadowy individual isn't a family trait! That's what people wanted me to be but that's just a bore! But if there is something that runs in the family it's being an opportunist. See, I wanted to get to the NRWL and you provided me a way in. I just wasn't at all interested in doing it the way you wanted! You and your big buddy here can get going. The fans and I have some business to attend to! COME ON!!!!!!
[The crowd begins to cheer again and Warlock walks around the ring pumping up the fans. Caleb steps toward him but Storm quickly puts a hand on his chest and stops him.]
WarHead: This might be the greatest thing I've ever seen. Talk about one of your all time backfires.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Not for the NRWL, though! Warlock is here and he's already causing the fans to go into a frenzy!
[Storm Harrison says something to Caleb and then, looking at Warlock, smiles.]
Storm Harrison: Warlock. Warlock!
[Warlock suddenly stops cheering with the fans and looks at Storm with an overly dramatic surprised look.]
Storm Harrison: Ok, so I might have overreacted. You want to go about this your own way. I understand. It's just that I want you to understand something first.
[Storm walks up to Warlock, puts an arm around his shoulder and faces the both of them toward the audience.]
Storm Harrison: You don't want to get engaged with these, uh, people. They have no loyalty. They will give you nothing in return. If you want to be successful, you need to stick with the plan. Let me get you the opportunities, let Caleb give you the guidance. It's all for the best.
[Warlock steps away from Storm, looks out at the crowd with a sneer. Then, he smiles and throws a hand at the crowd in a "just kidding!" gesture.]
Warlock: You know, the problem with you, Storm, is that you don't know how to feed off of the energy! Here, give it a try. COME---- [Warlock quickly dodges a boot to the head from Caleb. He hits Caleb with several quick kicks to the chest but is caught from behind in a full nelson by Storm Harrison. Caleb recovers and delivers a body blow punch to Warlock’s midsection. Warlock falls to the mat and Caleb stomps him. Storm joins in.]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Warlock is in trouble!
[Caleb picks Warlock up and holds him while Storm slaps his face and yells at him. Storm backs up and prepares for a super kick. As he begins to kick, Warlock slips out of Caleb’s arms and the kick hits Caleb right in the throat. The big man falls to the mat. Storm stares at his bodyguard, stunned. Warlock quickly grabs Storm and DDTs him to the mat. He kicks Storm under the ropes to the floor. Caleb begins to get up and Warlock grabs him by the shoulders and tosses him through the ropes to the outside as well. Warlock’s music begins to play once again and he gets up on the ropes and cheers with the fans.]
WarHead: Well, Warlock got out of trouble on this one but I think he picked the wrong people to piss off.
Jim ”The Amp” Johnson: I’d have to agree with you there, WarHead. Storm Harrison cannot be happy about this turn of events.
[Storm Harrison and Caleb stand on the outside of the ring watching Warlock interact with the fans. Caleb looks at Storm, points to the ring and jabs a thumb into his own chest, signaling that he wanted to get revenge. Harrison nods and looks back to the ring. He begins to smile.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well WarHead, it was announced on the NRWL website that Storm Harrison had a major announcement concerning Season Six and we are about to hear it. What do you think he has to say?
WarHead: With Storm Harrison you never can tell. One thing I do know is that he is a showman, tried and true. Whatever he's got brewing is going to make headlines.
[Storm reaches up to whisper something to Caleb. He shakes one of his suit sleeves, straightens his tie, and then begins to speak into the microphone in his hand.]
Storm Harrison: Thank you all for being here tonight for this monumental announcement. As you know, this new season is bringing many changes. There are some new faces on the roster. We've got an entire development league starting up to find the next Storm Harrison... not that they will find him, but hey, doesn't hurt to try!
[Storm laughs off mic and jabs Caleb on the arm to join in. Caleb attempts a smile but it looks awkward and appears to hurt his face to even try. Storm shrugs and continues.]
Storm Harrison: Big C here isn't big on the laughs but that's ok. Tonight is his night. He can do whatever he wants. Yes, tonight's announcement is for him! Ten years ago, in the autumn months of 2003, NRWL launched its first season and this man debuting for the first time. Caleb was a member of The Death Dealers, a legendary faction led by Hall of Famer, The Druid.
[The crowd cheers at the mention of The Druid.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: The Death Dealers was a powerful trio. Easily one of the most fearful groups in wrestling history.
WarHead: I remember them well, Amp. And who could forget The Druid? One of the most iconic wrestlers in Masters of Wrestling and NRWL history.
Storm Harrison: The Druid helped breed Caleb into the powerful beast he is today. Now, ten years later, Caleb is going to be that mentor to the next generation. He will lead The New Death Dealers to NRWL dominance. The NRWL will be forever changed. A new dark era is upon us.... and it's all thanks to me!
[The crowd reacts, surprisingly, with cheers.]
WarHead: The New Death Dealers? I never saw this one coming. Well done, Stormy. Well done.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Of course he's taking full credit for this! More importantly, who, exactly, is Caleb going to mentor?
WarHead: That may be the scariest part of this whole thing. It could be anyone.
[Storm puffs out his chest and smiles.]
Storm Harrison: It gets better. The reason for the success of The Death Dealers was because of the immense talent of the group as a whole. I spent good money to get the right talent for this. Tonight, I am proud to be the one to announce Caleb's new partner.
[Storm looks at Caleb and winks. Caleb nods and stands triumphant.]
WarHead: Here we go.
Storm Harrison: I knew exactly who we needed. I watched his matches. I saw how dominant he was in the ring. Caleb and I agreed. This was the man who was going to help take the New Death Dealers to the very top of the NRWL. He's a second generation wrestler. He's got his father's talent and intimidation factor. The new member of the New Death Dealers is so appropriate because he brings this whole thing full circle. The Death Dealers started with The Druid and now it continues.. with his son.
[The crowd begins to react with excitement.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Oh my... The Druid's son! WarHead, can you believe this?!?
WarHead: I said it before and I'll say it again. Storm Harrison is making headlines tonight. This is huge, Amp!
[Storm waits a moment for the crowd to settle a little.]
Storm Harrison: So, without further delay. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... WARLOCK!!!!
[A haunting,powerful, Hollywood blockbuster-style entrance theme begins to play throughout the arena as the lights blink out. A pale purple lighting illuminates the entire stage floor and the ramp to the ring. The effect is otherworldly. A flame ignites on each of the ring posts. Storm Harrison and Caleb are bathed in purple light shining from above. They appear to be pleased. Creepy videos play on the giant screen above the stage. After about a minute, Storm and Caleb look at each other with some concern.]
WarHead: I think something is wrong. Ol' Stormy and "Big C" look a little confused.
[The music stops, the flames on the ring posts die out, the illuminated stage returns to it's normal metal color. The lights come back on. Storm leans outside the ring ropes, visibly upset at someone working the production crew outside the ring. After they speak for a few moments, Storm nods and steps back to the middle of the ring. Jim "The Amp" Johnson and WarHead can be heard trying to hold back laughter at the announcer's table.]
Storm Harrison: Well, Ok. Let's try this again. Ladies and gentlemen. Warlock!!!
[The lights go dark in the arena again. Suddenly, the big screen above the stage turns on showing a view of an alley entrance outside the arena. It's too dark to see in the ring but Storm Harrison can be heard yelling "What are you idiots doing?!?" to someone.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Fans, I -- I'm not sure what is happening here. We are just as confused as you ----
WarHead: Something is happening on the screen!
[A black 1938 Rolls Royce Wraith comes barreling around the corner and down the alley. It comes to a halt just in front of a large service door behind the arena. It sits there idling. The sound system in the arena begins to make some pounding bass noise. As the driver's side door of the Wraith opens, a child's voice comes over the sound system.]
Child's Voice: When I grow up I want to be a rock star!
[Rob Zombie's cover of "We're an American Band" begins to blast throughout the arena as the lights come back on. A man steps out of the Wraith, dressed in black, with long white dreadlocks, black face paint and lipstick, and a big smile on his face. His teeth are pointed. Back in the ring, Storm Harrison is fuming. He is screaming at the screen. Caleb looks angrier than he has ever looked before. The crowd is cheering madly.]
WarHead: Is this Warlock? Amp, I don't think this is what Stormy had in mind.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: The joke's on Storm Harrison and Caleb, I think! Things are getting interesting here at the NRWL Arena. I can barely hear myself. This crowd is making some serious noise!
[Warlock walks into the backstage area and screams "Cooommeee ooonn!!!!" while pumping up people working backstage. The energy is electric. He struts through the hallways toward the stage slapping hands with people along the way. He reaches the back of the stage, grabs a microphone off of a table, and steps out into the arena. The crowd, already cheering loudly, gets even louder as he appears for the first time in person. He stands at the top of the ramp, extends his arms out, throws his head back, and tosses his dreads back and forth behind him while fireworks blow up all over the stage. He looks toward the ring, smirks, and then walks down the ramp.]
Warlock: COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!
[The crowd reacts with more cheers. He walks up the ring steps, grabs the ring post, and hangs off it while pumping his free hand in the air. Warlock steps on the ring apron and quickly climbs through the ropes. He stands there in the ring looking at the fans with a huge smile on his face.]
Storm Harrison: Stop it! Turn off the stupid music! STOP!
[The music stops abruptly. Warlock's smile disappears and he stares at Storm.]
Storm Harrison: What is this? What are you doing? This isn't what we talked about at all! What happened to the mask you were wearing in tribute to your father? The elaborate entrance we had planned? I spent a fortune on the production for your entrance music alone!!! What is the matter with you!
[Warlock smiles and in a loud, gravelly voice, responds]
Warlock: Sorry to disappoint you, Friend-O, but being a brooding, shadowy individual isn't a family trait! That's what people wanted me to be but that's just a bore! But if there is something that runs in the family it's being an opportunist. See, I wanted to get to the NRWL and you provided me a way in. I just wasn't at all interested in doing it the way you wanted! You and your big buddy here can get going. The fans and I have some business to attend to! COME ON!!!!!!
[The crowd begins to cheer again and Warlock walks around the ring pumping up the fans. Caleb steps toward him but Storm quickly puts a hand on his chest and stops him.]
WarHead: This might be the greatest thing I've ever seen. Talk about one of your all time backfires.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Not for the NRWL, though! Warlock is here and he's already causing the fans to go into a frenzy!
[Storm Harrison says something to Caleb and then, looking at Warlock, smiles.]
Storm Harrison: Warlock. Warlock!
[Warlock suddenly stops cheering with the fans and looks at Storm with an overly dramatic surprised look.]
Storm Harrison: Ok, so I might have overreacted. You want to go about this your own way. I understand. It's just that I want you to understand something first.
[Storm walks up to Warlock, puts an arm around his shoulder and faces the both of them toward the audience.]
Storm Harrison: You don't want to get engaged with these, uh, people. They have no loyalty. They will give you nothing in return. If you want to be successful, you need to stick with the plan. Let me get you the opportunities, let Caleb give you the guidance. It's all for the best.
[Warlock steps away from Storm, looks out at the crowd with a sneer. Then, he smiles and throws a hand at the crowd in a "just kidding!" gesture.]
Warlock: You know, the problem with you, Storm, is that you don't know how to feed off of the energy! Here, give it a try. COME---- [Warlock quickly dodges a boot to the head from Caleb. He hits Caleb with several quick kicks to the chest but is caught from behind in a full nelson by Storm Harrison. Caleb recovers and delivers a body blow punch to Warlock’s midsection. Warlock falls to the mat and Caleb stomps him. Storm joins in.]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Warlock is in trouble!
[Caleb picks Warlock up and holds him while Storm slaps his face and yells at him. Storm backs up and prepares for a super kick. As he begins to kick, Warlock slips out of Caleb’s arms and the kick hits Caleb right in the throat. The big man falls to the mat. Storm stares at his bodyguard, stunned. Warlock quickly grabs Storm and DDTs him to the mat. He kicks Storm under the ropes to the floor. Caleb begins to get up and Warlock grabs him by the shoulders and tosses him through the ropes to the outside as well. Warlock’s music begins to play once again and he gets up on the ropes and cheers with the fans.]
WarHead: Well, Warlock got out of trouble on this one but I think he picked the wrong people to piss off.
Jim ”The Amp” Johnson: I’d have to agree with you there, WarHead. Storm Harrison cannot be happy about this turn of events.
[Storm Harrison and Caleb stand on the outside of the ring watching Warlock interact with the fans. Caleb looks at Storm, points to the ring and jabs a thumb into his own chest, signaling that he wanted to get revenge. Harrison nods and looks back to the ring. He begins to smile.]
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