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Anarchy Reigns
Topic Started: Oct 1 2015, 09:30 PM (90 Views)
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Anarchy Reigns

Jester C. Jackal paced around the ring as he began to grow impatient at his opponent. He and the entire PRW audience have been waiting for quite a while. Reaching his limit, he stomped over to the referee and started yelling at him. But the referee did nothing but shrug and Jester had no choice but to continue waiting.

Bruswick: For those of you joining us, you're about to wtiness a very competitive match between Jester C. Jackal and Travis Kim.

Smith: But don't worry, you haven't missed much. In fact, you've missed nothing because Travis Kim won't come out for his match!


Finally, something happened. But not at all what Jackal was expecting at all. Instead of his opponent coming out from behind the curtains, the picture on the titantron changed. It shifted from a close up view of Jackal's annoyed mug to a empty backstage area. Immediately, the arena burst into noises of confusion and Jester's face went from annoyed to confused.

Then the arena became silent as Travis Kim was thrown into view from off camera. He fell onto his right side and laid on top of his right arm with his left arm sprawled in front of him. But even with his face covered partly by his left arm, it was clear to see the monstrous gash in the center of his forehead. A crimson mask had formed on his face and the gash still bled heavily as his chest moved up and down slowly while ragged breaths escaped from his lips.

Brunswick: Oh my god! What the hell is this?! Who or what did this?!

Smith: I'm not sure that I want to find out, Josh!


But despite Smith's protest, it was revealed who or what did this. As Travis laid on the ground and the camera focused on him, it managed to capture a pair of black pants and a pair of dirty jeans that right behind Travis. The camera slowly panned upwards, revealing a black sleeveless shirt and a black hoodie. In the bare left hand of belonging to the sleeveless shirt was a dented steel chair with a splatter of crimson blood in the center. Various members of the audience began booing heavily as they had figured out the identities of the two while the rest of the crowd sat in silence, trying to figure out who did this. The camera continued to pan upwards and then finally stopped as the crowd get twice as loud with the boos as the identities were finally revealed.

Brunswick: Oh, son of a bitch!

Smith: Travis probably instigated something first. These two were just defending themselves.

Brunswick:...I can't believe you just said that, Doug. We know one of these guys is sick in the head and I'm willing to bet that the other one is too! They probably don't have a reason for doing this!


The camera stayed firm in it's position, displaying the hooded face of Vincent Knight with his masked associate slightly behind him onto the titantron. Slowly, Knight raises his gloved right hand and forms it into a finger gun pointing directly at the camera. Then, static was displayed on the titantron followed by the lights in the arena shutting off, shrouding the crowd and Jester into darkness.

Brunswick: I have a bad feeling about this. Jester better get out of there and quick!

Smith: I don't think that's gonna help him much in the dark, Josh!


Then, the lights turned back on and in the ring stood Jester with the skull masked figure in front of him and Vincent Knight behind him. Jester's face turned pale and he immediately lifted his hands up in an effort to stop them from causing him any harm. But it does nothing as the masked figure slowly advances onto Jackal.

Smith: It's too late for Jester! These two are about to beat the living crap out of him!

Brunswick: You sound way too gleeful about this, Doug...


Seeing the masked figure continued to make his way towards him, Jester steeled himself and threw a fierce right hand that whipped the masked man's to the left. A surge of confidence formed in Jester...before it was completely squashed when the masked figure 's head snapped back to it's original position.

Jester quickly whipped around to flee but he turned right into a right heel that smashed into his jaw. He stumbles in a daze after that Lights Out Superkick and ends up in the perfect position to get blasted with a Discus Clothesline! Quickly, the masked man rose to his feet and dragged up with him a limp Jackal. He bent him over and hooked his arms both and then lifted him up until Jackal hung upside down just like Slaughter did at Desperate Measures. Knight pointed another fingergun at Jackal before superkicking him once more. The crowd winces in sympathy as the masked man drops to a sitting position once more, nailing the Double Underhook Piledriver. He stood up once more over the fallen Daredevil and besides Knight who was cackling to the disgust of the crowd and Brunswick.

Brunswick: What business do these two have here?! This was completely uncalled for!

Smith: What're you talking about? Jester threw the first punch! These two were just defending themselves.


Knight walked towards the edge of the ring and demanded a microphone. Fearfully, a ringside technician handed him one and Knight marched back towards the center of the ring where the masked man stood stoically.

Knight: I used to think I was all alone in this world. I used to think that I was the only one who saw the poison in this world...But then I met this man.

Knight gestured to the masked man behind him who stood motionless as the crowd showered them both with hate.

Knight: Just like me, he was labeled as a freak by you. Just like me, you all spat on him and told him he would amount to anything...And just like me, he wants to bring you all to your knees! My bloody revolution has just gained a brother in arms! A brother who has adopted the name bestowed on him by all of you worhtless insects. You've created Insano...and you will fall for it. Together, we will bring hell down upon all of you and we're gonna start with Onslaught! Onslaught is crumbling into pieces but PCS and LTD want to desperately prove that's not true...But we all see through that BS...PCS! You told Patrick not to worry about me and Insano. You said that you and LTD can handle us...I would love to see how you're going to handle us MAKING YOU BOTH BLOODY AND BROKEN CORPSES!...YOU ARE WALKING INTO A WAR AGAINST TWO WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!...So I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen...Us four are gonna meet at Bloodletting...and then after we obliterate you and you lay on the mat with broken bones...YOU WILL REALIZE THAT ANARCHY INC HAS MADE THEIR MARK!

Knight slammed down the microphone and glared at the crowd with overwhelming hatred in his eyes. The feed then cut to static as the entire PRW universe stood in the aftermath of the birth of Anarchy Inc.
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