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Ms. Cornbread and her camera man are standing outside a dressing room with the name “Jack Rider” written on the door. The nametag stands out among all the doors in the hallway: whereas all of the other wrestlers have simple placards, Paladin saw to it that he was given a very fancy emblem of a Knight right under his name. The crowd, immediately after spotting his name, began to boo so loudly that they could be heard even backstage. Just as the crowd begins to reach a fever-pitch, Paladin opens the door. He is wearing his signature white biker jacket and has a clear mask over his face, essentially holding his nose in place. His voice, when he speaks, is only slightly muffled by it.
“Greetings Corny. I can see the crowd is already excited to see me.” Paladin laughs as the crowd begins to chant Paladin sucks.“And you yourself Corny, this is twice in a short amount of time we’re running into each other. Once last night at Bloodletting, and now you’re hanging outside my door at the start of the show. You must be a fan of mine.” “Just business Paladin. And it’s Ms. Cornbread.” The interviewer said, faking a smile. “Then can I call you Stacy?” Paladin leaned in with a smile. “No.” Ms. Cornbread said tersely. “Very well then, have it your way Corny. I don’t have time to use all the syllables in your last name.” Paladin crossed his arms. “Now, anyway, since you’re not here for my autograph, what can I do for you?”
“Social media has been buzzing about some of the comments you’ve been making about Kevin Mordrad on twitter. So fall if you have called him ugly and at-” Stacy is cut-off as Paladin begins to loudly laugh. “Oh, forgive me, you Americans and your obsession with social media is hilarious. Now, don’t worry Corny, I’ll give you exactly what you want. If you think what I’ve said so far has been controversial, then trust me that you’ve seen nothing yet.” Paladin leans in close, causing Stacy to instinctively back away. “But you know what really bothers me? The fact that everyone talks about how monstrous and frightening Mordrad is. But hey, my tweets sure got his attention didn’t they when he threatened to rip out my tongue. And how exactly does a man like him access twitter anyway? Does he relay his tweets to a black cauldron of evil-”
A loud bang is heard down the hall as one of the large boxes holding equipment is shoved out of the way. The camera immediately spins around, revealing Barbed Wire staring directly at Paladin. Seeing Barbed Wire immediately gets a pop from the crowd: nothing on the level of a main eventer, but the crowd was still thinking about the moment last night at Bloodletting when she whacked Paladin with a light tube. It was one of the most memorable moments of the pay-per-view, and an action that had turned Wire into a crowd favorite overnight.
“Listen Paladin, I don’t like to mince words, unlike you, so I’ll keep this short.” Barbed Wire stepped forward and shoved her finger into Paladin’s chest. “I want a rematch. You, me, tonight.” The crowd cheers, and Barbed Wire nods her head.
Paladin’s jaw hangs open. “Wait, why?! I beat you fair and square last time.” Paladin points in Barbed Wire’s face. “I have nothing that I need to prove to you.” “You got lucky last time. Next time, things will go my way.” Babred Wire brings up her fists, and Paladin stepped back. “I'm gonna stop you right there. Let me set the record straight: I’m not competing tonight. The doctors wouldn’t let me get in the ring even if I wanted to.” The crowd begins to chant bullshit, but Paladin waves them off. “And frankly, I have no reason to face you again. You have no championships. You have no accomplishments here in PRW. You’re just a loser who can’t even win on her first night. Beating you proves nothing. All it does is confirm what we both already know. You. Can’t. Beat. Me.”
“This time will be different. Before I was fighting to gain favor with Megido. Now, I’m fighting you for myself.” Barbed Wire said. Paladin shook his head. “You know, I was going to ask where that Purple Bastard was. He dropped you didn’t he?” Barbed Wire’s face turned red with anger as Paladin got in her face. “He knows what I know then. You don’t have what it takes kid. Try and get a few victories under your belt, then we’ll talk. ‘Till then, so long.”
Ms. Cornbread tries to stop Paladin so she can continue her interview, but Paladin ignores her and begins his march to the ring, leaving Barbed Wire to stew in her own anger.
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The crowd is silent until Paladin’s entrance theme starts. A chorus of boos rain down on the British wrestler, especially after what they had just seen. Once again, the white knight denies the bloodthirsty crowd what they all paid to see. Paladin’s motorcycle appears at the top of the ramp, and he is now wearing his helmet. As the crowd boos, Paladin revs his engine before rolling down the entrance ramp.
Smith: And here he comes. The victor of one of last night’s most unexpectedly violent bouts.
Brunswick: Not sure this is the smartest tactic. Most men do the smart thing and now show up if they are arrogant enough to call out Mordrad.
Smith: C’mon, we’ve both seen what Paladin is capable of. You really thinking he’s scared of Mordrad?
Brunswick: Maybe he should be.
Paladin’s bike pulls up to the ring. Gingerly, Paladin removes the helmet, revealing his facemask. A few of the smarter fans began to chant “Paladin’s nose,” and while the British grappler was able to ignore most of the other negative statements coming his way, this one seemed to catch him off guard. “Shove it you bloody wankers!” Paladin shouted, bending over as he stepped between the ropes. One of the ringside personnel passed him a microphone.
Brunswick: What’s your take on his earlier exchange with Barbed Wire Smith?
Smith: Listen, Paladin’s too smart to waste his time. When Barbed Wire is worth a damn, then you can bet that she’ll have his attention. Until then, he’s got better things on his mind. Namely championships.
As Paladin brought the microphone closer to his mouth, the crowd began to boo. Paladin smirked, knowing that once again he would have to talk over the crowd. “Told you all didn’t I. Oh, don’t act like you lot don’t know that I’m talking about. When I debuted at Bloodletting, everyone and their senile mothers thought that I wouldn’t last here a day. And here I am. Battered. Bruised. Bloodied. But sure as hell victorious.”
“And while I know there were some of you who really wanted to see me have a rematch with Barbed Wire...trust me, I got something better for all of you. Because you all want to see me get beaten up right?! If Barbed Wire couldn’t beat me, then surely the Obsidian Knight can!” The crowd cheered, possibly the best response Mordrad had gotten in a very long time. Finally, they had someone they hated even more than him. “Well, I can assure you that you will all be disappointed again. Heed my words, that bloody title is coming home with Paladin!”
“But all this talk of championships...that’s just business.” Paladin began to walk around the ring as he spoke. “And as you all saw on twitter last night, this isn’t just business between me and Mordrad. In polite terms, I just don’t like the man, and I have my reasons. The biggest reason is simple: Mordrad carries himself as though he is an unstoppable monster. You people all watch him in awe. But, let me make things very clear to you: Mordrad is a fraud.”
“And I can hear all his fans now. But Paladin, did you see what he did to Gates last night? Of course I bloody did. And it’s not a sight that I’ll soon forget. And you know what, while you all saw a monster, I saw a coward who couldn’t get the job done on his own. I saw a coward who feels perfectly fine attacking their opponent after he is about to be taken out of the ring by EMTs. Where you all saw a monster, I saw a man who was very much afraid of losing that night.” Paladin said. “And as upset as that makes me, the only thing that makes me more upset is that Mordrad is still employed by this stupid company. The fact is, him beating people up puts asses in seats. I get it.”
“But mark my words Mordrad, I won’t go down as easily as Gates did. Unlike him, I’m tall enough to look you right in the eyes. Unlike him, I’m not going to let you blindside me with some bitch you managed to convince to attack him from behind. Unlike him, I can knock a man out in a moment’s instance. I don’t care how big it is Mordrad: all men’s skulls break the same!” Paladin yelled. The crowd had fallen silent, eagerly listening to Paladin’s rant.
“So, Obsidian Knight, I am laying down the gauntlet. You better watch yourself you overweight luchadork. A real knight, Paladin, has just laid down the gauntlet. What say you monster!?” Paladin then dropped the microphone and, without waiting to hear the crowd’s response, began to exit the ring.
The Titantron sparks to life; as a big black and red leather clad face appears. That face belongs to Kevin Mordrad and is looks like a perplexing mixture of amusement and annoyment; half of which Jack was surely looking for. The other half; well that was all that Modrad could feel about Rider: amusement.
I want to thank you “Paladin”. After last night I need to good laugh. And loah and behold, delivered not too far from my homeland comes a prime example of jester that thinks himself a knight. And a bold one at that. Bold enough to think that he not only deserve a match against me but also that because he beat some phillie with bad attitude he all that and cup of tea. I can squat out and shat victories like you had last night before my first cup of Earl Grey everyday. Pride does not become you, sir. It is a tool and prize for those that deserve such things. Men like me for example.
Jack looks thoroughly unamused. He had assumed that after last night Mordrad would like keep a low profile. It was after all his modus operandi. But lucky, or in all honesty quite unlucky, something about Rider had peeked Kevin’s interest. Perhaps it was his size or pedigree of greatness over the pond. Maybe it was the arrogance or the general aura he had. Or perhaps, just maybe, it was something more sinister. Perhaps Mordrad wanted to saw in Paladina a chance to create a little chaos and spread a little corruption.
You are quite a strapping guy Jackie but in your arrogance is your doom. I will warn you once and once only; do not cross me or raise my ire. You say what I did to Gates and I at one time considered him a friend. If you want know what happens people I do not like, just as the Drive brothers. And as for people like you; little welts that barely register in my sights? Your type just bore me. But like a boring annoying gnat or fly; bother me enough and I will swat you. Keep that in mind, my little white knight wannabe. You may have been a monster back in the Queen’s Isles but here...here your are just another bloated corpse waiting to be reaped by me and my… RECKONING!
With a sudden clap of thunder, the tron sparks off along with the lights in the arena; the only one remaining is a red tinted spotlight on Paladin; hid shocked frame at the very center of the symbol.
HARKERN TO MY RECKONING!
Former: 1 x Internet Champion, Current: Undisputed Champion
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