| Divine Supremacy: Night Two Aftermath | |
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| Riskodamous | Jan 30 2018, 01:40 AM Post #1 |
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| Bobby B. Barabbas | Jan 30 2018, 09:33 AM Post #2 |
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![]() The footage, starting off jagged and blurry, picks up backstage during the events of the Divine Supremacy main event. The roar from the crowd is ever present, counting pinfalls and crying out for near falls during the brutal Elimination Chamber. The camera, clearly handheld and shaking, picks up the sight of Bobby B. Barabbas, dressed in black on black, with a wide Cheshire cat grin upon his face despite his brands’ narrow loss against Subversion in the quest for Brand Supremacy. While he does have much to smile about, what with the Underworld Champion GRENDEL retaining his title, it is clear what had just occurred is the real reason for his grin. He turns to a screen, seeing the replay unfold. Lady Magdalena cannot believe it as she looks over at Kol, but the Global champ refuses to give up his long reign just yet! She gets to her feet and stares at him, but as this is happening, Bobby B pushes the ref guarding the door aside before taking the key out of the ref’s hands and opening the chamber door! He enters the cage and quickly walks into the ring, getting a surprised look from Lady Magdalena. He then looks right at her and tells her to focus before motioning towards the ropes in front of Kol, getting a nod from the veteran. WILLIAM BURKE: What the hell is going on around here?! JACK WARREN: Madness, Burke! Madness! The former Hybrid champion motions for the current Global champion to get up as Bobby B watches, a smile on his face. Lady Magdalena then hypes up the audience before she runs to the ropes opposite Kol, bounces off of them....AND RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK....FROM BOBBY B!!!! WILLIAM BURKE: WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! JACK WARREN: BOBBY B BAYBAY!!! Bobby B stands over the fallen Lady M with a smile on his face before he begins walking off, leaving Kol to look around in disbelief as he leans against the ropes. Then, a smile appears on his face as he quickly scrambles over and makes the cover on Magdalena, the ref slowly dropping down before counting! WILLIAM BURKE: NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! JACK WARREN: NO DQ, BURKE! HE DOESN’T HAVE TO FEEL BAD ABOUT THIS ONE BIT! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! Barabbas laughs heartily as he rewatches the footage, his deep chocolate eyes gleaming. He is flanked by the Underground Head of Security, Ramsay Bodach, as well as his lover, Mora Findlay. Mora doesn’t seem in the greatest of moods after the ending of the Brand Supremacy match, but watching Bobby cost his former client her chance at the Global Championship, especially when she had Kol exactly where she wanted him, brought a wicked grin to the White Rose’s face. They turned away from the screen, not sharing a word between themselves but Barabbas paused as he heard a voice in the background, a banshee like scream that could shatter glass. LADY MAGDALENA: BARABBAS! BARABBAS! SHOW YOURSELF! Mora stood her guard, and Ramsay positioned himself in front of Barabbas, seeing the clearly fuming Black Swan marching towards them from afar, blood upon her lip from the unexpected and ferocious Super Kick that Barabbas nailed her with earlier on in the evening. Barabbas simply smiles, whispering to Mora to say that he has this, as he clicks his fingers and orders Ramsay to leave. The pair look reluctant to move, but Barabbas insists, and Mora and Ramsay depart. Magdalena is now gaining ground, as Barabbas calmly begins walking towards her, pure peace in those brown eyes of his, his arms outstretched in a crucifix pose. Lady comes diving in like a woman possessed, wailing as she assaults him with furious fists and elbows, to no response from Barabbas. The shots are frantic and fierce, immediately bloodying Bobby’s lip. LADY MAGDALENA: WHY? WHY? WHY COULD YOU NOT LEAVE THIS ALONE? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUI-- She repeatedly hits Barabbas, gripping him by the hair and slamming him face first into the wall, leaving a crimson splatter upon the wall, the image looking like a bloody Jackson Pollock masterpiece. LADY MAGDALENA: WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN THIS? MY ONE CHANCE, ONE CHANCE! She begins elbowing him again and again, a broken smile displaying on Barabbas’ face as he literally asks for more, and the Fair Lady unleashes all her anger and frustration out on her former manager. She lets go of him, exhausted, as Barabbas drops to his knees, his life force dripping from his ever smiling mouth. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: What I do is not for me. He looks up with those deep browns of his, that smile never fading. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: What I do is all for you… LADY MAGDALENA: T'es un salaud! She exclaimed as she hit him again and again, before drilling him with the mother of all spinning backfists that knocked him down to the floor with a thud, cracking the back of his head open upon the concrete. He laid there like a fallen angel in the red, red snow, as Magdalena placed a boot upon his throat. She had a wild look in her eyes, looking ready to stomp down upon him LADY MAGDALENA: You will not utter any of your devilish words to me ever again… Barabbas then broke into laughter, an insane broken laughter accompanied by coughing and wheezing. He offered no resistance whatsoever. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Funny how… history repeats itself. He opened his eyes now, startling Lady as she gazed into his eyes. One of them was no longer that deep brown she was so accustomed to. It was now a glorious emerald green. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: We’ve been here before, Little Lady Lyne… Even his voice changed, the accent devoid of his usual soothing Oregon tones, instead replaced by a rich, thick and decadent West German. He reached up, pulling a contact lens from his other eye, revealing it to be bright aquamarine blue, and he stared at her with a look of peace and tranquility upon his face. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Tell me what you see, Lyne. Tell me who you see. Tell me who you let go not once, but twice. Tell me now before the world, tell me. Lady froze, growing paler and paler as she began to shake, her foot moving away from Barabbas’ throat. She took two steps back, a quivering hand covering her mouth. LADY MAGDALENA: No… Non… Impossible. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Look into my eyes and tell me who you see. Or would you like me to accompany them with the world’s smallest violin? LADY MAGDALENA: Isaac… Barabbas laughed heartily, sitting upright as Lady staggered backwards in shock and confusion. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Yes… yes… Search your feelings, search your fears, search your dreams. Lady staggered backwards, almost tripping as she sees a ghost in the eyes of her former manager. LADY MAGDALENA: No… No, that is not you. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Oh but it is, Little Lady Lyne. Did you really think I would simply fade away into nothing? Did you really think I would end my own existence to give you freedom? Is that my way? Is that our way? Oh no, Lyne. No, no, no. Barabbas stands, a bloody mess but speaking with such conviction and power, like he had a new lease of life flowing through his veins. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: What I do is not for me. What I do is all for you. He repeats his mantra once more as he takes another step towards the shaking Magdalena, who trips and falls to her backside, shuffling away from the oncoming Barabbas, who roars at her like a fiery demon spat from hell itself. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: ISAAC BONGARTZ IS DEAD… Now there is only Barabbas! You ensured that. You put the moves in motion, you and the rest of blasted family and your mindless apostles. Barabbas, revealed as Isaac Bongartz, the multi time World Champion and long time former lover of Lady Magdalena, begins to laugh like a madman, his arms outstretched as he takes an extravagant bow, before diving forward and gripping Magdalena roughly by the face. She tried to turn her head, but he forced her to stare into his eyes. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: I was the greatest of all of you, and yet you shunned me. ME! You picked wrestling Christ, when I, Barabbas, was the true Messiah! The only one who could stop the madness. The only man capable of ending it all! There is anger in his words, as he leant down and stroked Magdalena’s cheek. She shuffled away from him in tears, fear and confusion in her eyes as if faced with the greatest terror she had ever known. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: I tried… I tried to give you a second chance. For us. For our bloodline. I gave you the world, Lyne. I gave you the world in your arms, and you threw it away! ANASTASIA STARLING: Papa... The pair turned, seeing Anastasia Starling stood there holding onto the Brand Supremacy Cup she won last week. In her shock, she drops it, the prize smashing to the floor in a thousand little pieces as the whole of existence crumbled around them. Lady’s eyes shot open wide, seeing her daughter with the exact same eyes as Barabbas. Barabbas grinned widely, nodding his head as Lady's gaze moved from Ana to him. He pointed towards Anastasia as he let his words slip. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: The world… Starling panicked in tears, turning and fleeing around the corner as Lady tried to cry out to her daughter, but Barabbas covered her mouth with his hands. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: My greatest gift to you. Lady’s eyes welled with tears as she seemingly began to have a panic attack, Barabbas whispering in her ear “It had to be me.” He pulled back again, standing tall and proud at the quivering wreck below him. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: You no longer have the Kaiser link nor support, they have abandoned both you and this place. Your new love is incapable of protecting you. Your family name is nothing but a memory. And a new age will be brought in. The Age of Barabbas. The Silent Symphony will no longer be silent, and everyone will hear my song. Bobby B. Barabbas takes another vast bow, laughing loudly as he glared at her with those heterochromia afflicted eyes of his. BOBBY B. BARABBAS: I will have my vengeance for everything your family did to me, what you took from me, what you hid from me. What I do now… is all for me. What I do… will be to you. Barabbas grins once more, before he turns and limps out of view, leaving the emotionally destroyed Magdalena upon the floor in an ocean of tears and fears, accompanied by a symphony of sound from the arena as a new champion is crowned, a champion that could have been Magdalena, if everything hadn’t fallen apart. |
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| Kyo | Jan 30 2018, 09:31 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Paul Harris slowly sauntered through the widen backstage area of the Manchester Arena. The walls were lined with artistry from both contemporary and the baroque style, and while in a normal situation these great masterpieces would have been a distraction; tonight Paul is focused on the mission at hand. Reaching one of the long corridor areas, he sees it in the distance. The sight of the changing room almost stops him in his tracks. He knows that this for all intents and purposes could be a suicide mission. He calms himself, knowing that at any moment the lights might flicker, the mood might change, and he might have signed off on his own demise. Yet, Paul had received his orders earlier in the day, and he is going to follow through.He lingers for a moment before gathering the courage to march forward to the end of the hallway. Finally, reaching the changing room, he can’t help but think of Poe as he begins lightly rapping on the changing door. The eerie nature of all this has made Paul, a bit more unnerved than normal. His hands immediately dip to his side, shaking ever so slightly. Mustering up all the confidence he can, he steps into the changing area. He stands in front of the former Underground, SSWA, and Global Champion, then begins to clap. Paul Harris: Wow, just wow, I did not think you could pull that off Alexa. I was very impressed with the team captain of Subversion being such a good little soldier. I mean, and the image of you Alexa Corra raising Tristan Martinez’s hand was exactly what a great team captain would do. Which brings me to the subject of this little visit. Who the hell is this person? Paul Harris raises his eyebrows, his face contorts, as he looks her over. Paul Harris: Because I have no clue who this person is. I have been watching and listening, and what I have heard is honestly shocking. Alexa Corra upset about not being in the Elimination Chamber for the Global Championship. When did you suddenly start caring? When did you, of all people start complaining? Is this honestly who you have become? The blankness on Alexa’s face stays in tact, “The Raven” moving a single strand of hair away from her face. She cocks her head to the left, stares right through Paul and lets out a frustrated sigh. The words from the legendary manager stung, but not because of what was said...but because it was true. Alexa Corra: I… Corra straightens out her neck, her focus never wavering from Paul. Alexa Corra: ...don’t know. For months Alexa had felt like a piece of her was missing. Something wasn’t right in her mental and she was the first person to realize it. What shocked her was the simple fact that others started to notice it as well. Alexa Corra: I was told a long time ago that the longer you stay in this industry, the softer you become...and that is exactly what happened to me. It all started almost two years ago, but it never clouded my judgement. Never did it make me...weak...until now. This wasn’t a conversation Alexa expected to have...not on her last night with Hard Knox Wrestling. Unlike the others who wanted appreciation and compliments on their way out, all the Raven wanted was peace and quiet. Her intention was to fall under the radar and reappear somewhere down the line, but now? She was beginning to second guess it all. Alexa Corra: What exactly brings you here, Mr. Harris? Paul leans against a nearby wall, a subtle smirk on his face. Paul Harris: I was told to be. Believe it or not, I do not want to be here. I am terrified of you, and seeing you soften up; doesn’t bother me in the least. The problem is, that the person I work for doesn’t agree. In fact, he sees this as a travesty. So, I am following orders, but the real question is not what am I doing here. The real question is, is this the Alexa Corra you want everyone to remember. Because, you know as well as I do, that the last image people have of you is often the defining one. Is this the definitive Alexa Corra, are you okay with being remembered as this person. If so, congratulations on a great career. If not, change the image. Paul shrugs his shoulders, not wanting to overstay his welcome, he turns away from her slowly. Reaching the door, he speaks with his back facing her. Paul Harris: You know, maybe he is right. Maybe you are no longer someone to be intimidated by. Maybe, just maybe, you are broken after all. As you said, soft. Paul opens the door, leaving Alexa alone with her thoughts. He had done it, and now they simply wait for the response. |
Fear and Loathing Former SOS inc. Paul Harris Manager- Sanskrit (PPW Openweight Champion) Brutus- (NKP Jr tag team champion, SCCW Champion, KW Showcase Champion) Sons of Satan- (KW Commonwealth Cup Champions) Sons of Sanskrit (J-R and Elijah Magnum) | |
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| Gifted | Jan 30 2018, 10:35 PM Post #4 |
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The HKW Lionheart Champion walks with his damaged arm hanging beside him with the Lionheart title hanging from his good shoulder. “Gifted” DeMarcus Gresham enters his locker room not taking much time in gathering his things around the room. He places the HKW Lionheart Championship belt along the arm of the loveseat and a slight knock on the door catches his attention. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Enter. An EMT opens the door and pops his head in. EMT: Your ride is waiting. Best to assess the damage at the hospital. His strong English accent gets a nod from Gifted in response. The door closes shortly after and he looks around checking to make sure he has everything shouldering his bag on his good side while the bad side hangs. The damage from his fight with Navorro Williams still needing a full evaluation. He looks at the HKW Lionheart Title. The belt he’s successfully defended now three times. Just as many as the legendary champion herself, his friend, Nina Stokes. He actually shows a moment of emotion sighing to himself and then his steel resolve returns before his large frame bends down to place a light kiss on his nameplate. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: To bid you adieu. To leave as a king without checkmate. A fitting Gifted ending. I have Enlightened therefore it is finished. Goodbye. Enlighten others friend. His good hand taps the plate twice and he turns around heading for the door slowly struggling a bit with his arm. He opens the door and hits the light… Darkness. |
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