Inner Rage

by **Solaris Arc** Sat Jul 14, 2018 12:14 pm

Hastings, Ortiz, and the Good Brothers stood proudly in victory, Chris Andrews unconscious body laying before them. The Bloody Brit's teammates stood outside of the ring, waiting desperately for an opportunity to gather him and lead the champion to safety. They had their opportunity as soon as Hastings grabbed his title and began to shake the Good Brothers' hands.

Zaire grabbed onto Andrews hand, dragging him out of the ring. However, the Brit was unable to stand at the moment, still trying to catch the wind that had been knocked out of him.

Hastings draped his title over his shoulder, smirking as he reached out to give Ortiz a handshake. Ortiz blinked a few times, contemplating the choice. After all, only a month ago, Hastings spit in his face and caused an all out brawl between Fusion and Genesis. His choice was clear. He took in a breath and spat directly into Hastings face. The World Champion recoiled back, a look of indifference on his face as he slowly wiped off the spit.

He glared at Ortiz for a few short moments, before doing a quick turn and striking Xander Slate across the cheek with the Gold Belt. Slate stood for a short second, his jaw dropped and then he crumpled to the mat.

Borton stood there with a look of utter shock, before looking up and attempting to throw a punch at Hastings. The Psychopath ducked and slammed the title into the back of the Milkman's skull. Borton dropped to his knees, gripping onto his head. Hastings looked up, noticing that Ortiz was rolling out of the ring. There was nothing he could do now, so he simply took in a breath, raised his title, and struck downward. Borton dropped into the mat after the second hit, a hint of blood dripping from the back of his head.

Hastings didn't say anything, he simply laughed. The sickening grin on his face causing shock amongst the crowd, who was booing in full force.

And then, Brit began to stand with his teammates.

Hastings turned to see his opponents, gathered on the opposite side of the ring. He set his title down and began running the ropes. He took a few long strides towards the group and took the leap. A Spaceman Plancha hit Chris, Brule, and Scott, knocking each member down. Hastings gripped onto his back, quickly standing up. He went to the timekeeper area, noticing that they were still holding onto the Alpha World Championship. Hastings ripped it away from them before going to collect Andrews.

He threw the Bloody Brit inside the ring, quickly rolling in after him. He looked at the Alpha Championship and grinned psychotically. What better way to embarrass a champion than by using their own title against him. He stepped back, taking Brit's belt in both hands. And then he caught something in his eye. Ortiz had collected Slate and Borton and began to help them up the ramp. Hastings thought for a moment. He looked back at Andrews.

Brit was still on the ground. He wasn't going anywhere.

Hastings was convinced, he draped the title over Andrews' face and rolled out of the ring to prey on the vulnerable Ortiz. He continued towards him, however Ortiz knew that he was coming. This was all merely a distraction to bring the World Champion in.

He dropped Borton and Xander and turned, clocking Harvey square in the jaw. Hastings recoiled back once more.

Borton and Slate began to slowly stir, trying to get to their feet while the unhinged Hastings was hurt.

Ortiz had already used the time to create more distance between him and Harvey. He smiled from the ramp as he mockingly waved goodbye to Hastings.

And then the music played...

The second those drums hit, Reece's cocky smirk turned into a worrisome scowl. The entire crowd got onto their feet in a shocked cheer.

Reece slowly turned as Josh Wolf sauntered out from the back. But, this man acted nothing like the Wolf that Ortiz had been on and off feuding with. The Wolf dragged his feet across the ground, his motions almost looking like he was possessed.

Wolf stopped to stare into Ortiz's soul, grimacing and growling. But, rather than get into any sort of squabble, Wolf simply walked around Ortiz, still walking in his possessed manner.

The next witnesses were Slate and Borton, who had began to regain their stamina and stand. They both looked up at Wolf, a man who had went to war with them and Luger at the beginning of the season. He simply passed them, not a single thought in his mind about gettong revenge on them.

Now there was nothing between Wolf and Hastings. The German took a few steps back and returned to the ring. Wolf went into a full sprint, chasing down Hastings like he was prey for the slaughter.

Hastings grabbed his title as Wolf slowed down. This Wolf was different, but certainly knew that he was at a disadvantage. He simply circled around the ring, waiting for an opening.

Hastings kept his title ready to strike, but he was soon distracted when someone tapped his shoulder.

Hastings turned and looked right into the Bloody Brit's angered expression. It was too late now.

Andrews kicked Hastings in the stomach, gripped his head.

REVVEEEENGE.

Hastings took several steps back, now was Wolf's chance.

Josh quickly slid in, grabbing Hastings by the arm and pulling him in.

Hastings was trapped in the Jaw of Fenrir, and simply laid flat on the ground.

Wolf stood back onto his feet, looking back at Andrews. The Bloody Brit could hardly recognize the Wolf.

Wolf stared him down, before pointing at the Alpha Championship on the ground.

Brit knelt down to pick it up, but met Wolf's hand also grabbing onto it.

The staredown continued, for several short seconds, both men holding each side of the title. But Wolf soon released it, allowing Chris to drape the title over his shoulder.

Wolf got in closer to Brit and whispered.

Wolf

Fenrir. Is. Awake.

Wolf slowly left the ring as the camera faded. The credits began to roll.

by Topher Mod Sat Jul 14, 2018 12:46 pm

Sol wrote:The Bloody Brit's teammates stood outside of the ring, waiting desperately for an opportunity to gather him and lead the champion to safety.

Huh..... Did you not see the match, Brits tag partners were about as much use as a condom that's been pinned to wall

by **Solaris Arc** Sat Jul 14, 2018 1:30 pm

316topher wrote:
Sol wrote:The Bloody Brit's teammates stood outside of the ring, waiting desperately for an opportunity to gather him and lead the champion to safety.

Huh..... Did you not see the match, Brits tag partners were about as much use as a condom that's been pinned to wall

That's why they're trying to get him out.

To say sorry.

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