No Rest for the Wicked

by Tim Sun May 22, 2016 5:15 am

With Genesis almost over and the main event around the corner the crowd patiently awaits for Headhunter to make his entrance. Instead a siren are heard. It becomes louder and louder as the crowd becomes curious and quiet.

Dashing Dj Urie
Um... we're hearing sirens at the entrance but we're not sure...

Suddenly the Police Transport that took both Blake and Weaver from the arena has suddenly returned. It pulls up next to the right of the entrance ramp and from the driver's seat steps out a limping Nick Blake. The camera catches a smile on his face. In his right hand he has a CMV branded microphone and he speaks into it.

Nick Blake
Thought Nick Blake was done, huh? That Nick Blake couldn't handle a neanderthal? Wrong, people of America. Because... Inside of the back of this truck is a subdued Billy Weaver. And Nick Blake is going to cart his fat, hillbilly ass into that ring and Nick Blake is going beat the ever loving shite out of him for all of New York to see. Are you ready for that?

The crowd makes an emphatic stand against it as a deafening roar of boos explodes from the crowd in the arena. Nick throws the microphone on the ground and walks behind the patty wagon. He begins to open the double door, but not before smiling coyly at the camera. When he swings the doors open, Blake's eyes widen as Weaver flies from the back of the truck, performing a flying battering ram like a torpedo. His shoulder connecting with Blake. Weaver lands hard on the unprotected concrete floor but the adrenaline has him on his feet before Blake. Blake gets to his feet slowly and weaver irish whips him into the ramp's side and Blake lands on his behind with his back against the ramp. Weaver's height helps him as he then scoop slams Blake onto the surface of the ramp. Billy climbs up to Blake and begins to throttle the young British man with a flurry of right hands, slowly pushing both men towards the ring. Weaver reels back in an attempt to deliver a thunderous right-handed punch but Blake throws his right arm around Billy's neck and performs a reverse STO, slamming Weaver face first onto the apron. Blake weakly falls to his knees, exhausted.

He regains his stamina and sluggishly lifts the unconscious Billy into the ring and rolls in behind him. Nick stands before the downed Billy and stomps the mat with his foot. Weaver slowly rises to his feet with no earthly idea where he is. Blake performs a mighty round house kick, the inside of his foot connecting with the side Billy's head and Weaver falls in the ring, limp and lifeless. Blake falls on one knee and yells to the ringside crew for a microphone. A gentlemen in black hands him the microphone through the middle rope.

Through a wheezing breath Blake speaks through the torrents of jeers from the crowd.

Nick Blake
These backstage brawls and back attacks aren't cutting it for me. So Billy...?

Blake crouches next to Billy's downed body and in a mocking tone.

Nick Blake
Would you like to fight Nick BLake at Purgatory to lay this all to rest?

Blake then switches to a stereotypical southern drawl.

Nick Blake
Why yes I would you dog-gone varmin', just don't hurt me, ya here?

Blake drops the mic on Weaver's back, stands up and with both hands flips off the entire New York crowd. His music plays as he rolls out of the ring and medical staff run passed Blake as he proceeds up the ramp.

by Batman Sun May 22, 2016 12:18 pm

I like this feud.

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