Fly in the WEB

by **Mr. Dashing** Fri Jul 14, 2017 1:38 am

Friday night Genesis #89 returns from commercial break as we see Sean Silva, the leader and voice of RISE, blazing a path throughout the backstage area. Sean has intent in his eyes, he's clearly on a mission, stopping next to a ringside crew member and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt with both hands.

Silva
Where are they!?

The worker is looking perplexed, Sean rolling his eyes before pushing the poor man into some nearby supply crates. He continues on down the hallway, soon stopping once more when he grabs another random person by the back of their head, forcing them to drop the clipboard that they were holding.

Silva
WEB, where are they!?

Again, he doesn't find the answer that he's searching for, so he flings the man off to the side without a single care for who he was or what he was in the middle of doing. Sean turns a corner and ends up in a corridor, three halls splitting-off in front of him, his attention drawn up towards the ceiling as a faulty light twitches on and off quickly.

???
Heard you were lookin' for us . . .

Silva snaps his head to the left, where Adam Bradley is standing with a sinister stare that promises bad intentions.

???
Well here we are!

Now Sean's gaze travels to the right, Jeff Wallace licking his lips as if he's about to feast on a long-awaited meal.

???
What's your plan, Mr. Silva?

Directly in front of Sean is the third piece to the puzzle that creates the ominous trio known as WEB, Justin Edwards . . . Sean is surrounded, he could turn back and run but he wasn't out hunting these guys down just to flee as soon as he found them.

Silva
My plan is to kick your asses and get my boy back!

All three members of WEB laugh hauntingly, not taking Double S as seriously as he'd like them to for sure.

Edwards
By all means . . .

Sean rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, charging out at Justin first, trying to cut the head off of the snake but he's only met with a vicious spear that splits him in two on the spot! Bradley and Wallace close in while Edwards mounts Sean and hammers away with lefts and rights, busting The Voice wide open, blood spurting from a nasty gash just above his right eyebrow. Justin then stands to his feet as he wipes some of Silva's blood off of his chest, beckoning for Adam and Jeff to hoist their prey up and they do, Sean's limp body being presented to Edwards like the bounty from a great hunt. WEB's ambassador takes his right hand and places it on Silva's cheek, with his left hand he points between his victim's eyes, the smile on his lips reminiscent of the devil's own.

Edwards
Ready to join Nikola, Mr. Silva?

Perhaps not, as Justin is blindsided by a big boot right to his temple, knocking him back into some empty boxes! Murdoc is on the scene, coming to his allies aid, Bradley springs into action and aims to hurl himself at The Tank, but before he's able to, a push from behind sends him face first into a concrete wall, his skull bashing into it to create a cringe-worthy echo throughout the halls of tonight's venue. Wallace throws a powerful right hook to the jaw of Murdoc, which to be fair would probably cleanly knockout a lesser man, but this is MURDOC that we're talking about, so instead he laughs it off, wrapping both of his big meaty claws around Jeff's neck, wrangling him for a second and then sending him flying like a rag-doll over some pallet’s and we can hear but can't see a loud crash and thud, followed by a groan that indicates it wasn't a soft landing. RISE have the upperhand but aren't going to risk it as they're still still outnumbered with Ivanovic still missing and Silva out like a light. Murdoc puts his leader over his shoulders in the fireman's carry position, Vachon watching his back as they escape from the area with hast, be able to allude WEB this time . . . But will they be so lucky again?