Jason Stevens vs. Ronin
Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is under television time limit!! The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6'3 and weighing in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee!!! Ronin!!!
The lights in the arena go out and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as “Droppin’ Plates’ by Disturbed begins to play over the PA system. The opening reverb slowly grows louder, causing the entire building to rumble…
“HA!”
A thunderous explosion rocks the arena as fireworks and pyrotechnics fill the entrance area.
“Now here we go again. Get up!”
As the smoke clears, Ronin steps through the haze onto the entrance ramp to a jumbled chorus of cheers and boos. He walks to the bottom of the ramp and stops.
“…in the house, we’re droppin’ plates!”
He thrusts both fists into the air as another pop of pyro goes off behind him.
His painted face remains an expressionless mask as he slowly walks toward the ring, pointedly ignoring the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and begins to circle the ring in anticipation.
Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, standing in at 5'7 and weighing in at 175 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada!! He is accompanied to the ring by his manager Steve Ramone!!! and Carrie Stevens!! The Sensation!! Jason Stevens!!!
The oppening riff for "Room For One More" is herd over the PA, as soon as the baseline kicks in Jason emerges from the back with his mentor Steve Ramone following him close behind alongside Carrie, the crowd are mixed in there reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve, Jason rolls into the ring and bounces of the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside.
Duff Travers: It's odd to see these two together, but hey who knows it will help Stevens to get some wins in his win column!!
The bell rings and the newcomer charges in on Stevens, he knocks him down with a running clothesline and starts to kick him in the chest as Stevens is down in the corner. Ronin grabs the legs of Stevens and delivrs a catapult, where the throat area of Stevens hits the bottom rope. Ronin gets up quickly and grabs Stevens by the arm and drags him to the middle of the rign and goes for the cover, but only gets the count of two. Ronin grabs the arm of Stevens and wants to pull him up to his feet, but Stevens surprises him with a small package and holds on to the tightso f his opponent. But Ronin manages to kick out at the count of two.
Tex Martin: That was close!!!
Both men get up at the same time and Ronin charges in on Stevens, but Stevens trips him with a Drop Toe Hold and then delivers several elbow drops to the back of Ronin's head. Stevens then runs to the ropes and executes a Moonsault, but when he coems down he hits the canvas instead of hitting his opponent because Ronin has rolled out of the way to much of happiness of the fans. Ronin slowly gets to his feet and grabs Stevens and executes a Suplex after dropping him first on the ropes and then falling backwards. Ronin goes for the cover, but Steven manages to kick out at the count of two. Ronin looks up and asks for a faster count but the referee shows him the count of two.
Duff Travers: Don't ask!! Do it!!!
Ronin grabs the head of Stevens and kicks him in the midsection and then goes for an Irish Whip and for a big time clothesline. But just as he goes for the move it is Stevens that catches him by the arm and swings around his body and locks his other arm with his legs and forces Ronin to fall backwards for a cover. The referee goes for the cover, but Ronin manages to slide out of the pinfall at the final moment. Stevens goes ballistic and charges in on the referee. Ronin gets up and wlaks over to Stevens, who turns around and gets nailed in the stomach by a kick and then Ronin drops him with a big time DDT and goes for the cover and gets the win over the veteran Jason Stevens.
Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match!!! RONIN!!!!!
Ronin slides out of the ring as Stevens is still unconscious as the referee checks on him as Ronin celebrates his way to the back.
Winner: Ronin
Wolf Moon by Type O Negative begins and Pyrotechnics go off around the entrance. The man in black walks out and the fans cheer. He holds the International Title up and the crowd pops even louder.
Duff: One way or another the International Championship is getting dropped tonight. Either Fang will be the new Universal Champion, or he’ll end up with nothing.
Tex: It’s been one hell of a run for the Beast. If he can capitalize tonight he will fulfill a Quest that he has never been able to do in his career. He will win the big belt for the first time ever.
Fang pulls the title down and puts it on his shoulder. The man in black then grins at the crowd and pulls a mic. He remains in the entrance way.
Fang: All I can say is that it’s been one wild ride. A few months ago I was told I didn’t have it anymore. I was told I wasn’t the man I used to be. Now I am on the verge of taking Metamania’s Universal Title and becoming the ONLY AWA Champion to drop one belt for another. Conversely, Metamania has the chance to become a grand slam champion for a brief moment in time. A flicker of a moment when then he has to give the belt away to find it a home on someone else.
Some of the fans boo as Fang mentions his opponent, not the reaction one would expect for someone calling himself the One and Only.
Fang: Now, now. The man has a right to his opinion. He has a right to state his case. Even though many, many of his “Facts” were wrong. I didn’t leave my position here in the AWA because I was scared of the competition. I left my position because I wanted to get back into the competition. I know that that doesn’t jibe with what my opponent’s been saying about me all week, but why would I leave a cushy desk job to and then re-enter the ring if I was scared, Meta?
Duff: You know I don’t like Fang at all, but he has a point. You don’t run into the lion’s den when there’s a bear chasing you.
Tex: What?
Fang: So I’m going to show him how wrong he is. I’m not scared of anyone. There’s no way you can say I’m a coward. I have faced everyone who came up against me. I stood tall, Some coward there, Meta. Maybe your dictionary is printed by the same people who write Karaoke Lyrics. Maybe you just don’t god damn know what your talking about. It’s okay, Meta, I’ll help you understand. I’ll help you realize that maybe you’re the one who’s running. That’s okay, Meta, tonight you can stop running. You can finally hang up that mask and you can go home to your wife and kids. You can be proud that you faced the man in black and lost the Universal title to a man who deserved it.
Fang raises the International Championship up again and then walks back stage to the cheers from the crowd.
Tex: That was short sweet and two the point tonight. Nothing about Goth or the Family. Nothing about the International title. Fang is focused on the match at hand and he wants Meta to know he’s coming for that Universal Title.
Hank Henry III vs. Marissa Swanson
The sound of cameras flashing can be heard as the AWA jumbotron lights up to show Marissa standing on a red carpet. The scene zooms out a bit to show that she's surrounded by cameramen. A reporter ducks in through the cameramen and reach Marissa to ask her a question.
Reporter: Are you sure that you're ready for the big time?
Marissa continues to stand there and look very pretty.
Reporter: Marissa? What's your answer?
Marissa: I'll be fine. I may be young, but I'm smart and I know what I want. Daddy has helped me to get this far. Trust me when I say that I'll be well taken care of.
Reporter: Well you heard it here folks! Marissa Swanson heads your way and she says that she'll be okay!
The scene on the jumbotron fades as the beginning of "Party In The USA" by Miley Cyrus begins to play. Shots of Marissa growing up on the jumbotron fade in and out until Marissa Swanson appears from out of the backstage area. She stands on the stage for a few seconds soaking in her surroundings before making her move down the wrestler ramp towards the ring. Any fans that are nice to wave at her or blow a kiss to her catches her attention and she gives them one back. As she gets to the ring, she climbs up the steel steps and up to the top rope. Meanwhile on the jumbotron, some shots of Marissa having fun at the beach play. All the men hoot and holler as Marissa now does a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. Marissa then puts her arms up into the air before pulling them back down. She then heads to her corner to await the beginning of the match.
Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring from Franklin, Tennessee…Marissa Swansooooon!!!
Tex: This young lady got very lucky to get a win last week against Chris Shipman. Let’s show all of you at home just in case if you weren’t watching.
As Marissa’s music keeps playing, footage of Stacy Kissinger coming out from the backstage area talking down to Chris Shipman plays, following by Marissa rolling up Shipman from behind and picking up the surprise victory.
Tex: One has to wonder if her luck will propel her to a win tonight over Hank Henry III.
Duff: Who cares? The point is is that we get to see this stunning young beauty!
In the ring Marissa is waiting patiently as her music finally begins to die away. It’s replaced by “Rolling” by Soul Coughing. The music plays out a bit before finally a shot appears on the AWA tron, showing Hank Henry III trying to get into the building. A member of the security team hired for tonight’s show keeps telling him:
Security Guard: You’re not allowed in there! One step closer and we’ll have you removed the hard way!
Hank Henry III: But…but…
Security Guard: No buts!
Hank Henry III: My friend Chaplin Graves is in there! I have to see him before my match!
Security Guard: You’re not going in and that’s final!
Hank attempts to get around the security but a member of the security team kicks him square in the back. Hank goes down in a heap, holding his back before he yells out at the top of his lungs:
Hank Henry III: My wrestling match is probably right now! Let me in! I’m Hank Henry III!!!
Security Guard: Well you should have said so sooner. Let him pass.
Hank lies there on the ground.
Security Guard: Well, then we’ll bring you in there ourselves.
Two of the guards carry Hank Henry III in and through the backstage area, where they meet up with Chaplin Graves before coming out into the arena. A lot of the crowd is snickering as they see Hank being brought out to the ring with a lot of extra help. They deposit Hank on the ring apron as Chaplin rushes to his friend’s aid. Marissa just looks on in wonder. The referee goes over to Hank and ask him if he’s ready to compete. Hank says “yes” out loud and rolls into the ring, despite Chaplin telling him not to.
Stormy: And her opponent, from Ellis, New York…weighing in at 248 pounds…Hank Henry the Thiiiiirrrrrd!!!
Tex: After that, we’re still going to have a match? Hank’s past back injuries are well-documented. I’m just also left to wonder why the security team would attack him?
Duff: I’m thinking someone told them not to let anybody looking like Hank into the place. And I have a good sneaking suspicion on who it is. That person is quite brilliant!
Tex: Oh please!
Hank staggers to his feet as the referee calls for the bell to be rung to begin the match. Marissa stands there and basically allows Hank to make the first move. Hank goes for a short arm clothesline but Marissa ducks out of the way of it. Hank comes back from the other direction with another one and again ducks. This time around Marissa is able to hold out her right foot and trip Hank. She looks down at him before turning him over onto his back. Marissa then goes to the nearest corner and climbs to the second rope. She goes to leap off with a small dive, but Hank rolls out of the way and Marissa misses her mark. At ringside Chaplin breathes a sigh of relief. Behind Chaplin in the front row we can see Sebastian Wimbley watching the goings-on.
Duff: Hey! Isn’t that our newest acquisition, Sebastian Wimbley?
Tex: I believe it is. He seems very into this match.
Duff: I’ll bet he’s more into Marissa then the match, and I don’t blame him. I remember what he said earlier this week before the world about how she’d be the only one to understand where Sebastian’s coming from.
Marissa holds her abdomen as she goes to get back on her feet. Luckily for Marissa, the kick to Hank’s back outside the building has hampered Hank a good deal. Marissa gets to her feet as Hank is still only halfway up. Marissa waits for Hank to raise his head before connecting with a Chick Kick.
Tex: Ooh!!! That one must have hurt!
Duff: She may have just put his lights out, much like she did to Shipman last week!
Tex: I don’t know what match you’re remembering.
Duff: The one from last week. Duh!
Hank goes down to the mat and Marissa rolls over and hooks the right leg for a pin.
The referee of the contest counts. 1…2…thr-. Hank is able to lift up his shoulder just enough to avoid the three count. Marissa looks a bit disappointed but gets back up and with Hank Henry still laying down on the mat, she climbs up to the top rope this time and immediately comes off the top rope, looking to hit the Swan Dive. Hank begins to move his body, but Marissa has enough height to hit the Swan Dive on Hank. She stays on top of him for the cover, making sure to hook the legs up into the air.
Duff: That should do it! I wonder what Mr. Wimbley over there is thinking.
The referee is right there for the fall. 1…2…3!!!!
Stormy: Here is your winner…Marissa Swansooooon!!!
“Party In The USA” begins to play as Marissa gets off of Hank and dusts herself off. She parades around the ring in a slow, but celebratory manner.
Tex: Yeah. She should feel really good about beating an already damaged man.
Duff: You should be proud of Marissa! She’s performed admirably here tonight, taking down Hank Henry III!
Marissa’s walk around the ring continues until she stops in her tracks as she lays her eyes on Sebastian Wimbley. Sebastian stands out of his chair and claps his hands, showing appreciation towards what Marissa was able to accomplish. Marissa curtsies politely before exiting the ring and heading up the entrance ramp to the back.
Winner: Marisa Swanson
Dmitri vs. Chris Shipman
Tex: You gotta be sick or crazy to enter in a match like this, Duff.
Duff: That and after a match like this, Tex, neither opponent is ever going to be the same either, for their careers will change, for either good or worse.
The camera pans around the ring as we see three cages stacked from top to bottom, then the shot cuts to the crowd looking at the camera that’s getting an aerial look that’s sweeping from left to right. We then hear Stormy Canyon’s voice as she announces the match and the two combatants.
Stormy: Ladies and gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Walking Death Match! Introducing first, from Moscow, weighing at 275 lbs….DMITRI!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vampiria's Legacy in Blood hits as the arena goes black and the Titan Tron slowly starts to drip blood until the name of Dmitri appears. Dmitri slowly walks out to the ring with his manager walks in front of him. He does not concern himself for the people that are either exchanging their hands to touch him or to throw their drinks at him. He looks at all three cages and begins to climb his way up, all the way to the top of the first cage. He quickly gets used to his surroundings before looking at the entrance ramp with a sick grin on his face.
Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from the Georgian Backwoods, weighing at 235 lbs…..CHRIS SHIPMAN!!!!!!!!!
The arena lights go out as the opening to Du Hast begins blaring. Strobe lights begin flashing as green purple and red spotlights move up and down the ramp and ring as the drums kick in. Smoke fills the curtain area as Shipman walks out from behind it and quickly moves down to the ring in his ripped jeans and noose. He just walks by fans reaching out to touch him and get hi 5's. He then sees Dmitri staring at him with blank expression and begins to climb all the way to the top of the third cage. The two men try to maintain their balance as they gravitate towards each other, the bell ringing in the distance.
Tex: Two psychotic men are up there and about to battle it out. Quite frankly, Duff, I don’t think any sane human being should EVER consider being up there at all!
Duff: That’s why we are going to be perfectly safe and call the match down here while they get damaged!
Chris Shipman gets the action going as he surprises Dmitri with a chop to the throat, Dmitri going down, clutching it. Chris then takes Dmitri head and bashes it through the top of the steel cage a few times with a demented, crazy look on his face. Dmitri turns himaround and pushes Chris Shipman with his feet, the other man rolling backward and hitting the steel pretty hard. Dmitri manages to regain his footing and aaunters over to Chris, pounding him down with some nasty kicks to his back, Chris is then brought back to his feet and then headbutted by Dmitri. Chris staggers back and Dmitri follows it up with a nasty clothesline, sending Shipman sprawling to the floor once again. Dmitri laughs as he picks up the guy that he thinks is helpless, but Chris proves him wrong as he turns the tide with an improvised DDT, taking Dmitri by surprise. Chris gets on top of his foe and starts to unload with swift punches to Dmitri, from left to right, some that manage to go through, others don’t. But Dmitri is quick to act and clutches Chris’s throat deep, Chris now the one caught off guard. Dmitri keeps that hand steady to his throat as he uses his other hand to raise himself back to his feet. As the first minute of the match ends, Dmitri manages to chokeslam Chris hard into the next cage, but both men receive some damange, although the chokeslam to Chris was more damaging as he crashed to the floor, hard, his back spasming from the impact. With no time to waste, Dmitri picks up Chris and slows him down with three big punches into his stomach, trying to knock his wind out. He tries to irish-whip Chris, but Chris reverses the move and sends Dmitri collding with the steel, face first. As Dmitri staggers away, blood begins to pour from his forehead, then he receives a jolt up his left ankle as Chris Shipman chop blocks him from behind! With Dmitri on one knee, Shipman quickly chokes him from behind, Dmitri trying to breathe. Dmitri manages to get a hold of Shipman’s head with one hand and tosses him over, but Chris retaliates with a kick straight into Dmitri, knocking him back a bit. The two men rise to their feet as Shipman was fast enough to catch Dmitri with a dropkick, sending the big man back. As Dmitri charged forward, a spear was intended, but Shipman sidestepped the move and kicked his opponent hard in the stomach. Dmitri is near the steel lines of the cage and Chris Shipman made the mistake of rushing towards him as Dimiti feigned weakness and quickly catapulted his opponent with a back body drop, Chris’s back once again taking the brunt of the blow and landing awkwardly. Dmitri grabs Shipman and drags him back, but Shipman pushes him off. The two men get up, but Shipman takes control and spears down the big man, although it took a harder push to bring him down. It didn’t work all the way, so Chris improvised, slamming him down with the spinebuster and as the next minute, the two men collapsed into the next set of the steel cages. This time, both men are down and breathing heavily.
Tex: Good lord! There’s no stopping these two maniacs from tearing each other apart!
Duff: Chris’s back is not helping him and Dmitri is already covered in blood. Neither man don’t care at the moment though!
As Chris becomes the one to rise first, we see one of his goons shout something to him. He turns and sees a needle being thrown at him and he grabs it in mid-air. As Dmitri slowly struggles to rise, he sees Shipman screaming in rage with the needle, attempting to stab him. Dmitri catches Shipman by surprise with a kick to the groin, Shipman dropping the needle and then clutches his gems, so to speak. He then follows it up with a power suplex. Dmitri then gets back up and kicks the needle out of the cage and that objects the concrete floor. Suddenly, we see Dmitri take a set of brass knuckles and equip it on his right hand. He has his back turned as Chris goes for another chokehold from behind, but Chris did not see the brass knuckles being smashed into his face and he immediately lets go. Blood begins to spill from his forehead. Dmitri spins around and goes for another punch with the brass knuckles, but Chris catches the punch with one hand gripping his wrist and using his other to hit Dmitri with three punches, stunning the big man. All of a sudden Judas Priest's Electric Eye blasts through the P A system as smoke fills the top of the ramp way. Out from the back walks Al Cohol and as he stands at the top of the ramp, the lights go from a purple haze to instant black. Strobe lights flash marking Al's running down the rampway as he makes it to the ring holding Chris Shipman's Barbed Wire Noose. Shipman stares at him as Al gets up into the open cage and runs at him like a fright train. Shipman hits the mat with force as Al begins to wrap the barbed wire noose around the neck of Chris Shipman. Shipman begins to choke and squirm as blood begins pouring out of his neck. Dmitri shakes the cobwebs out and looks to attack Al. Cohol sees this and puts a big boot to the face of Dmitri, which sends him flying back into the referee, knocking him out cold. Al turns his attention back to Shipman who is still gagging from the noose. Al tears his shirt off to reveal a referee's uniform and pulls Dmitri on top of the bleeding Shipman. Al goes down for a quick three count, whilst pulling the noose tighter around Shipman's neck. Al Cohol slaps the mat three times and then signals to the time keeper that the match is over. As Al continues to punish him with the move. Satisfied with the damage that’s been done, he lets go and lets Chris start gagging for air.
Stormy: Here is your winner.......DMITRI!!!!!!!!!
Al can be seen smirking and mouthing words to Shipman as “WAR ZONE” by Slayer hits the PA and John Irons can be seen walking out from the back. Al Cohol sees this and his mood turns foul. He slips out of the ring and grabs a mic so that everyone can hear their conversation.
Al Cohol: You just stay up there Iron Breath, or you'll suffer the same fate as Shipman here.
Tex: Al Cohol's here! I don't suppose this forebodes well for our Consigliere.
Irons: Al you know that I have respect for you right?
Al Cohol: Yeah, what about it?
Irons: Then why the hell are you coming out into my ring, and screwing with my wrestler's? Actually though, I want to give Thanks where its due for taking care of the trash, but since you attacked one of my wrestlers, you're now banned from my arena...now get the hell out!
Al Cohol: Now you listen here Hoss! Are you gonna come down here and make me?
Irons: No, but these nice guys will.
From behind the big man walks out nine burly, and hairy Greek Arena Security guards. They walk down to the ring, ready to do whatever it takes to remove Al Cohol from the Pantheon.
Irons: Oh, and in two weeks, at the ThanksKilling Massacre II Pay Per View in London, It'll be Chris Shipman vs Al Cohol in one of the most brutal matches ever to be seen. Have a nice night, Al!
WAR ZONE by Slayer hits the PA as Irons exits the rampway and as security begins to usher Mr. Cohol from the premises. Fans are cheering as the scene cuts to commercial.
Winner: Dmitri
Erik Black vs. Canis
Stormy: Making his way to the ring. From London England. CAAAAAAAANIIIIIISSSSSSS
:: The stadium lights flicker as the harsh, haunting opening riff of "Better" screams across the PA system, drawing a cheer from the capacity crowd who seem to have come to terms with his new found freedom from Opus Dei and forgiven him his past. They now cheer for the one that stands up for those who seek to write their own destiny's.
"No one ever told me when i was alone, they just thought i'd know better... better"
Axl Rose's distinct voice joins the guitar, bringing the lights all the way down to darkness as Canis' video begins to play on the giant screen, the air cooling to a noticable chill.
"No one ever told me when i was alone, they just thought i'd know better... better"
Just as the full band kicks in to the song, the video shows a glass crucifix shattering into tiny pieces as a large flash of white pyrotechniques explode from the stage, bringing the lights back up and revealing Canis standing in the entrance way dressed like a schoolgirl. As the crowd begin to cheer him further, he walks towards the ring with a look of determination painted across his once pale face - occasionally acknowledging the front row with a nod and a forced smile. After sliding under the ropes he looks to the rafters for a moment and grins, shaking his head to himself before closing his eyes and looking down, breathing slowly. As his music fades, he raises his head and hands the title belt to the referee, readying himself for battle. There are some laughs and some wolf whistles from the crowd but the former Universal Champion takes it in stride even playing to the crowd and showing a little cheesecake.
Duff: That’s just disgusting.
Tex: Happy Halloween Everyone.
Stormy: Representing the Family, He is The Death Hand. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKK BLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCK
The lights go out. Rain falling from the sky is heard in the darkness. Black Sabbath's Black Sabbath begins to play on the PA. A spotlight shines on one spot. In that spot stands Erik Black. He stares, emotionless at the ring. He slowly and intently walks to the ring while the arena fills with smoke and lazers that appear to be blue lightning. He slides under the bottom rope and stands up in the center of the ring. The lights flash and come back on. Just as the lights come back up Canis starts beating down on Black. He pulls Black up and whips him into the ring ropes. Black bounces off and Canis attacks with a high cross body. The fans cheer as Canis pops back up. Black looks dazed, and Canis brings Black’s head to the mat hard with a Russian Leg Sweep.
Duff: Come on, Erik, get into the fight.
Canis wastes no time though and puts the Ball and Chain on Black. Black crawls his way over to the ring ropes and the Simon Jones tells Canis the break the hold.
Tex: Black was lucky to be near the ropes. You can tell that ankle is hurting.
Duff: That Move should be banned. You could break someone’s ankle and end their career with it.
Canis continues the assault on Black’s ankle. He drops a couple elbows on it and then stomps on it. The Londoner then slides outside the ring while holding Black’s leg. He drags him to the ring post and slams the ankle into it.
Duff: There’s no reason for this kind of ruthlessness.
Canis gets back into the ring. Black is trying his best to get up, but the damage is obvious as he hobbles favoring the ankle that Canis has been working on. Canis taunts Black by flipping the front of his plaid skirt up and then Hoists the limping man up into the Illumination. Canis drives Black’s head down into the mat and goes for the cover. Jones slides into position and counts one, two, three. The bell rings.
Stormy: Here is your winner, CAAAAAAAANNNNISSSSSS
Canis raises his arms to the crowd, relief spread across his face as he puts an end to his short losing streak. The confidence comes flooding back as he absorbs the crowds applause. Erik rolls out of the ring and begins the long walk back to the locker rooms
Tex: Canis is back to winning ways, Duff!
Duff: Sure is, Tex.. and i predic...... Hey, what the hell?!
Before Duff can finish his sentence, the big screen kicks into life with static white noise. Canis turns slowly, wondering who on Earth has the cheek to interrupt his moment of triumph. He walks across the ring slowly and leans on the top rope, staring intently at screen, wondering who's gonna play the mind games this week. His face turns from annoyance, to curiosity, to a smirk, to a look of confusion... to sheer and utter rage.
The crowd begin to boo loudly in unison, hurling insults and the odd piece of trash at the distinct face of Raul Mendoza that is sniggering on the big screen before them. Canis slams the top rope with his fist in anger, his face distorted in both confusion and fury. The Priest begins to speak...arrogantly, cockily.
Well, well, well... Hello, my son. I trust you are well and free of all demons that resided within your broken spirit. That was an impressive win, i must admit. You have done well in the eyes of God, Canis.
Canis's eyes narrow as he slowly shakes his head, muttering "What God?" through a smirk up at Mendoza.
Don't be so naive, son. You knew this moment would come. You knew you could not be rid of me and you knew that i would come to claim my Canis... to return him to what he was intended to be. An Angel of God... a Ghost... a Solider of our Lord. And i have, Canis. I've come back for you... to save you from these vile creatures that now cheer you when they once despised you. How weak of your to embrace the very same people that spat at you on a weekly basis with open arms... how weak, Canis. How weak. This is why we conducted the attack on you just a few weeks ago, to apparently "ex-communicate" you from Opus Dei. Don't be fooled into thinking we were ditching you for somebody else, Canis... oh no, we were merely letting you loose into this pathetic and demonic world so that you could see for yourself just what a sinful place it was... so that you could learn your lesson.
Now, we are back to complete that lesson.
In disbelief, Canis looks out amongst the crowd and laughs out loud, mocking Mendoza's plan to shroud him in darkness once more. He then turns back to the video and begins calling Mendoza out, beckoning him to the ring, much to the delight of the crowd... who have since started up a "Pussy shit.. Pussy shit.. Pussy shit" chant
Oh, but Canis.. i hate to disappoint you, my son.. but, it shall not be I that returns you to your rightful place at my side. As i speak, those people are circling you, they are hunting you and they will achieve what they set out to do. Take a look for yourself, my son.
He does, and discovers at least fifteen men dressed head to toe in black shifting their way through the crowd towards the ring, like shrewd predators closing in on their prey. Canis begins to cover each side of the ring, looking battle hardened but ultimately out-numbered. Heavily out-numbered. The balaclava-clad men continue their advance as Mendoza continues his speech, even though Canis is now fully focused on the men about to ambush him
You see, Canis, Opus Dei are not something that will just go away. We have people in the highest echelons of power in this country and around the world. We are not a book club or a fan group that you can just cease your membership with. When we want something to happen, it happens. When we want somebody to do our will, we get them. When somebody tries to deny us what we want... we punish them.
Nay.... GOD punishes them
Duff: Get that religious nut job off of our screen, out of this building and back into prison!