Fuel for the Fire

by **Mr. Dashing** Tue Feb 23, 2016 3:07 am

1 . . .

2 . . .

3!!!

The roof on the Staples Center nearly blows off as JustIN Sane has just pinned the COO of CMV, Triple H! It was an absolute brawl between the two, blood trickling down Sane's face as he hoists himself up using the ropes. Just as the referee goes to raise his arm in victory, every single light in the arena snaps off, there's a long pause, the CMV fans all around the world waiting with baited breath. When the lights finally snap back on, the ref is gone and the crowd is going fucking nuts . . . Because standing behind the confused Sane, is . . .

NONE OTHER

THAN THE BEAST

THE CMV LEGEND

THE BARBARIAN

BISON!!!!!!!!

Sane turns around and shows utter shock in his eyes, but only for a moment as he stares down his old foe. Suddenly, Bison pushes JustIN off to the side, nailing Triple H with a wicked spear as he was attempting to strike Sane from behind with his handy sledgehammer!!! Sane can't believe it, Bison helping him!? But that second of wonder is quickly quelled, as The Barbarian FLOORS Sane with a stiff clothesline, then lifting him onto his feet for a devastating Dominator!!! THE FANS DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL IS GOING ON!!! That's when . . .

WAIT

COULD IT BE???

IT IS!!!!!!!!

PAUL ANDERSON'S THEME SONG HITS THE PA SYSTEM!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

The three-time World champion comes sprinting down the ramp and slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He stands face to mask with the big man, seemingly protecting Sane, and that's when the heel of his boot connects stiff with Hunter's jaw, the COO crumbling as he was trying to get back up!!! Bison nods his head, but then points down to the struggling JustIN Sane who's just barely moving around. Anderson shakes his head "no" and then proceeds to turn and look up at the stage . . .

IT'S

OH MY GOD!!!

XANDER SLATE!!!!!!

The first ever Money in The Bank winner struts out onto the stage, being met with a deafening ovation! But he's not alone, as following closely behind is the former Fusion general manager, Yuri Sokolov!!! The duo make their way on down to the squared circle where Paul and Bison are waiting for them with impatience. Finally Slate climbs into the ring to greet two of his biggest rivals while Yuri grabs a mic from the timekeeper. Xander glares at the two men standing before him here tonight before doing what many thought he'd never do, he shakes their hands!!! The crowd explodes at the thought of these three working together, but for which side? The Corporation; or The Rebellion? Bison yanks Triple H up onto his knees by the little hair that he has while Anderson does the same to Sane. Sokolov now pats Slate on his back before adressing what's on every single person's mind right now . . .

Yuri
. . . The Rebellion, has truly taken over . . . Hunter, you are a fool, but you were right to suspect me of being a "rat", as you put it. You are no better for this company than a watch is to a blind man . . . You're no KING, you're a tyrant. But your reign of tyranny will END, very soon . . . And as for you Mr. Sane, there is no room for people to spectate from the sidelines. You're either WITH US, OR AGAINST US!!! And to every other superstar and Vixen in the back, T & Lee, Novak . . . Sushi-X . . . The same goes to all of you. This is the TRUE start of the uprising . . . There's change coming to CMV. And it starts . . . Right, NOW!!!

At Yuri's word, Bison launches Hunter up into the air and slams him down into the canvas with the hardest hitting Bison Bomb we've ever seen!!! At the same time, Paul whips Sane right into Xander's arms with such velocity, that he nearly breaks in two as he's smacked with the Slatewalk Slam!!! The end show logo appears at the bottom right hand side of the screen with the final frame showing Sokolov standing unified with these three CMV legends, this war only just beginning . . .

by Maurie Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:24 am

*Slow Clap*

by **krzy** Tue Feb 23, 2016 10:15 am

The screen fades to black, but the show doesn’t fade off into silence.

No.

A rumbling can be heard throughout the arena as if the ground the building was built on is shaking.

All while darkness covers the arena as though it were a blanket. The crowd is buzzing, absolutely beside themselves after already being treated to one of the most satisfying show endings in the history of the company.

But the thought that there’s possibly more?

That’s a hell of a lot more than they bargained for when they bought their tickets.

The lights snap back on to see Yuri, Slate and Anderson looking confused as hell--we can’t see Bison’s face under the mask but we can only assume he has no clue what’s going on either. This was their moment of triumph, a trio of earth-shattering returns that shook the foundation of this company down to it’s very core. A resounding statement was made that The Corporation’s seemingly on borrowed time.

A bloody, brutalized and battered Sane has managed to crawl away from the four men, who haven’t been seen in so long, while Triple H’s broken bodied remains motionless on the mat-his chest slowly rising and falling with each labored breath that he takes the only indication that he hasn’t actually been killed, by the shock of these CMV legends returning, and simply from the beating and abuse that he took tonight.

Sane chuckles softly, as unhinged as ever, finding some humor in the unenviable position he finds himself in--caught between a rock and a hard place, The Rebellion and The Authority both slowly converging and threatening to crush him to death for not wanting to fight, to die, in their war.

None of the four men, Bison, Slate, Yuri, Anderson, find humor in what Sane does and they all turn to him with looks of disdain on their own faces that make it clear that they’re going to finish him off.

It’s Slate that takes the first step toward a literally cornered Sane, who has his back pressed against the turnbuckles. Slate, possibly offended that Sane is still whole after that devastating Slatewalk Slam, slowly draws his thumb across the base of his neck, the crowd making so much noise that whatever Slate is saying is drowned out beyond comprehension.

The lights flash on and off again, and, in that blink of an eye, the ring becomes one-man fuller…

It’s Cyborg!!

The first King of the Ring winner, a former World Champion, Hardcore Champion and even General manager of Raw, who hasn’t been seen since he was fired before Wrestlemania has positioned himself between Slate and Sane and even through the mask, the look on his face is enough to make somebody drop dead in fear.

It’s Cyborg who we thought was too preoccupied with business on NXT to get involved in this catastrophic war between these factions that seemingly have no flaws, no chicks in their armor to take advantage of.

But Cyborg was always more cunning than that.

But where does he stand in all of this?

Cyborg’s lone ally in his career no longer wrestlers on Fusion and his long list of enemies--essentially everyone who he’s ever crossed paths with--are sprinkled on both sides of the fence.

With the fans uproariously chanting, screaming his name, thanking the heavens that he has chosen to show his face here again, Cyborg shows no emotion. He just takes a step in Slate’s direction, and to his credit, Slate doesn’t back down despite the Wrestlemania flashbacks that must be filling his head.

It looks like a brawl to end all brawls might break out right there, but neither side wants to make the first move and risk making the first mistake. It’s hard to tell what Cyborg’s motives are because not once has he looked behind him at Sane, yet he’s made no move to fight. Perhaps, he’s acknowledged that not even he can go one on three and come out on top.

Meanwhile, a wounded, barely walking Triple H, has rolled out of the ring and is pathetically crawling out the ramp, weakly saying that they should all kill each other to pick it easier for the Corporation to pick up the scraps.

Yuri wisely picks up on that, and knowing that they already sent a strong message to Sane earlier, he orders Slate back, telling the three wrestlers with him that there’ll be plenty of time to fight later. The screen fades to black as this staredown plays out, electricity dancing between their eyes, but showing great restraint to not throw any blows.

For now.