You Can't Stop What Will Happen Next . . .

Following their dominant dismantling of Jack Conner and Kobayahsi on edition number sixty-two of Thursday night Genesis, Vachon and Mudoc of RISE look down at their wilted opponents with not grins, not happiness, but just looks of pure satisfaction, as if they reveled in their foe's pain. Sean Silva, who had been ringside for the bout, now joins his comrades in the center of the ring, the referee trying his very best to help out both Conner and Kobi. It seems as though we're going to hear from this villainous new faction as we've been promised all night long.

Silva
Hmm . . .

His hum echos throughout the arena, sending a striking chill up and down the spines of many in the arena here tonight.

Silva
Finally . . . We've arrived. It has been a very, very long time coming, my friends. FOR YEARS! We were shafted of opportunity after opportunity to compete here on the main stage, despite the fact that WE were the hardest working superstars bar absolutely NONE! CLOWNS! . . . Jokes, facades, LIARS! We saw them all pass us by on their way to the top, called up because they had a fancy sounding name or a neat looking attire! But us . . . Forgotten? Swept under the rug by who? Old timers like Dave Turner, money-hungry, power-abusing COWARDS like Johnny Sampson? Broken men like Cole Savage? . . . Even a guy who we thought was smart enough to see the potential that we irradiated, a man who knew what was best for business, Triple H, shunned us like unwanted puppies.

Years . . . Years, wasted on building up the likes of JustIN Sane and Tim LaFave to be something of myth, GODS! But they are FALSE prophets, WE, we are what this companies FACE should and oh, believe me, WILL look like! No more, no more will we grovel in the dirt, hoping and praying that we're next in line, our hands out, pleading, please, PLEASE, give us just one chance!

No, but Randy Borton? Furious Frank? . . . The Empire of Pain . . .? They are what you see on your television screens every single week. No more, we decided that it was our turns, no more begging, no more pleading . . . We're here to TAKE what is ours, by force if need be. We're finally here to usurp our rightful places atop CMV's tallest mountain. Your heros? If they refuse to kneel they will be slain, I promise you this. Becuase nobody, not a soul alive, none of YOU, will prevent us from beginning our . . . RISE!!!!!!

Sean widens his smile and feeds on the boos from the audience, Vachon and Murdoc standing idle like pillars of solid stone. But from the crowd! Ambushing the two unaware titans, it's Bison and Duo Maxwell! Wanting payback for RISE's attack on them last week, the CMV World Tag Team champions clear the ring so that it's only Silva stood alone, oh but he doesn't back down, he laughs, a hardy laugh right in their faces!!! The Barbarian favors his left arm, it's decked out in tape, from where Sean nearly ripped his muscle from the bone. Duo closes in on him, but here comes Nikola Ivanovic down the ramp, the missing fourth of this new cancerous unit. He slides under the bottom rope and is immediately swarmed by EoP, stiff stomps connect to the back of his head and to his shoulders, but this distraction allows Vachon and Murdoc to get back into the ring, laying into Bison and The God of Death. Now outnumbered once again, Maxwell is dispatched from the ring by the foursome but The Barbarian is kept in the center of the squared circle.