UnMatched: Outside of the Arena

*Parker appears in what looks like an old abandoned basement. Surrounded by painted manican heads. He grabs a handheld camera and looks straight into it. Smiling, laughing, and nodding his head crazily. He finally opens his mouth as he whispers to the side of the camera,"The Circus is coming!" He laughs more*

*Parker appears again in the old basement surrounded by manican heads. This time he is touching them and has a red marker. He crosses out three of the manican heads. Puts a X on the faces and turns to pick up the camera again. Looks straight into it again he says, "There is no escape now. The Circus will arrive as its written in the stars. I see a New Champion and a new NXT. The Circus is Coming!" He continues to laugh manicly*

*we open in a room lit only by a few candles with The Bringers Of Despair sitting side by side, their titles laid out in front of them chanting something non-coherently, they both pick up a candle blow each of them out to the sound of laughter, a candle goes alight in the between Trowell & Shaw revealing a man who briefly appeared in NXT just a few short months ago, Eclipse*

Eclipse: Woe to you oh earth and sea, for the moon sends thy with wrath, becuase it knows its time is short... Let him who hath understanding reckon the dark of the moon for it takes a physical presence, and its name is Eclipse....

*Eclipse blows his candle out as a spotlight shines down on him and he stands*

Thou has only seen a brief glimpse of thy wrath, darkness is descending upon N. X. T. The dawn of a new era has been born as the gods of the moon had foretold, thy reckoning will strike down all who oppose and shall feel thy fury. Heed thy words for this is not a warning, it is inevitable, everyone will bow before, Eclipse.

*Eclipse briefly laughs as the spotlight dims out to darkness*

The members of HALO sit at a roundtable in the center of a large room in which various posters, pictures and the like hang on the walls. Scattered around the table are various pictures of each member competing in NXT; a notepad lies in front of Leona—who is wearing the Cyborg mask—filled with handwritten notes. The room is filled with a tense silence, neither member of the group speaking, no one making eye contact with each other.

Brett Angel, who’s sitting with his legs propped up on the table looks around the room at the relative strangers he’s aligned himself with. Osiris is sitting backward on a chair, arms draped over the back of the chair, music blasting from his headphones. Leona has her eyes trained on the notepad and CJ Havret is sketching something on a sheet of paper. With things starting to get a bit uncomfortable now, Angel lets out a deep breath.

ANGEL: So…it looks like y’all are having a bit of a tough go nabbin’ them three counts. If this was your way of of impressing me, you’re going about it all wrong.

Nobody is paying attention. Osiris is still listening to music, Leona’s eyes are still locked on the notepad, and Havret is still sketching away, though she says something under her breath.

HAVRET: Ginger was such a good doggy…

Shaking his head, Angel takes his feet off the table and slams the palms of both hands onto it to get everyone’s attention.

ANGEL: Hey! If this group is all about feeling sorry about yourself, then I can do that on my own, the rest of you can get on with your lives. You came to me—remember that? Remember how Brett Angel was supposed to be the answer to your prayers—the man y’all were gonna piggyback off of? Well now you know how real shit gets here, and if you can’t handle it then let me know now because the last damn thing I’m gonna do to Rosemary is let people she didn’t even know drag me down.

Leona glares at Angel.

LEONA: So sorry we can’t all have the stars align for us from day one. You don’t think I’m pissed I lost too?

Angel’s reply is cold, his annoyance at the idea of his victories being “luck” showing..

ANGEL: Yeah, but at least winning my first match puts me in some elite company—with some of this businesses’ greats, like Cyborg.

Leona’s gaze hardens.

ANGEL: So maybe I’ll trade up, join The Revolt, kick Kane’s ass outta here then sit my behind down in his throne. Maybe I’ll even do you a solid and throw you a bone, a title match to reward your performance in that tournament. And then maybe I’ll–

Leona suddenly rises up and slaps angel across the face.  

LEONA: No one forced you to join. No one is forcing you to stay.

She storms past Angel in a huff and slams the door behind her upon her exit. Havret rises and follows after Leona with her drawing in hand.

HAVRET: This picture of Ginger will make her feel better!

Osiris pulls off his headphones and looks at Angel.

OSIRIS: Look man, you spread your wings and do whatever the hell it is that you want to do, but you need to wait until after we settle our beef with The Dream Team.They said some things that ain’t sit right with me, and beating them once wasn’t enough to shut them up. If you’re a man, then you’ll join me, because they attacked your honor too.

Now it’s Osiris who gets up and leaves. Angel is left alone staring into nothingness with rage written all over his face and a red mark brightening on his cheek.

That promo somehow reminded me of TWD. I commend you.

Parker appears again. This time with only a smeared amount of face paint. He grabs the camera from a desk in front if him. "Its too late. I've failed us all. There is no escape! You all must run, RUN! For it is the only way you will leave out alive. The CIRCUS Is coming" he whispers, " The circus is coming." He turns around as he drops the camera in shock*

No, not Beardlisto!