Global Offensive

by **Solaris Arc** Tue Mar 20, 2018 1:36 am

Returning from commercial break the audience opens to a shot of Perry Heenan slowly wandering down the backstage hallway. However, after only a few moments of walking, the Pitbull was blindsided by the massive force that is Mason Ross. Heenan slammed into a locker, grabbing his hip as he collapsed to the floor.

Harvey Hastings slowly sauntered into the frame, smirking and clapping his hands as he picked Heenan up by his hair. He held up Heenan's face to the camera.

Hastings

Sieh diese Schlampe! You see him?! This little shit might have gotten a few little wins, but he. is nothing. Compared to me... Compared to Mason...

Hastings tossed Heenan back onto the ground, watching him collapse once more. He turned to Ross with a sleazy smirk and pointed down. Ross didn't hesitate to kneel down and start punching Heenan over and over again. However, something else came into frame and hit Ross in the head.

It was Azreal, chair in hand. Hastings looked up, only to get smacked in the chest with the chair. Azreal quickly tossed it aside, trying to pick Heenan up, but the moment the two men stood they were brutally clotheslined by none other than Masato Yume. Masato looked at the carnage around him and slowly nudged Ross to his feet. Ross slowly shook his head a bit before noticing Hastings. The two men quickly picked him up to his feet as he looked down at Heenan and Azreal laying at his feet.

Hastings

These two... Worthless... Like shit on our boots. But they're not important... What is important is that THIS is our moment.

Unsere Zeit.

Ah... Whatever the hell they say in Japanese... I don't fucking know. No offense.

Hastings wipes his face and looked back at the camera, smirking once more.

Hastings

Everyone's been thinking that something was gonna happen. There are factions popping up all over the CMV and we're not even close to the end of the season. Kliq. More like your bones keep clicking whenever you get your ass gets kicked. Ballers' Club, a bunch of strippers who wanted to be wrestlers. Brass Ring Club, how many head bumps and DDTs will it take for you guys to know that you're shit. Oh, and let's not forget about the reuniting, for the twentieth fucking time, X-Gen... Just like every other reunion, it's only going to last what, a month? Hah... Well, we will show them all.

Hasting held out his fist, with Ross and Yume doing the same with him. However, another hand joined them in the fistbump. The camera slowly moved to show Nikola Ivanovic, glaring at the other three men. He smirked.

Ivanovic

Давай сделаем это.

Hastings

Ja.

Ross

Ja.

Yume

Hai.

The four men broke their bump, looking down at Perry and Azreal. They looked up at each other before going right back to stomping on the two men to make sure they wouldn't stand. Once they had their fill of bloodlust, the four men left with Hastings staying behind for one final moment to give his last words.

Hastings

Der Tod Kommt!

Soon all that was left of the scene were the groaning bodies of Heenan and Azreal. The camera soon faded to the ring for the next match.