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These things to come
Topic Started: Apr 9 2018, 11:13 AM (135 Views)
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Coming back to Rage, and the ring, the view scene was one of Lal Singh, standing at the honored center. Microphone in hand, the women looked pensive, even solemn expression wise. Her trembling hands holding the microphone told differently. It spoke of eagerness, anxiousness, need and excitement. She was a nervous bundle anticipating one of the biggest PRW events of the year now so very close, but still far enough away to obsess over.

The crowd giving her a sizable chant, Singh pointed a shaky finger in the direction of various signs held by her fanbase. Lalberg. Lethal Legs. Rookie From Rajasthan. POWER WALK. And a new one – PAINTED ON CLUB ATTIRE. She grinned easily, laughed, and waved at the sign, actually blushing a little bit. The PRW twitterverse exploded with the fans typing how adorable it was within seconds of the occurrence.

<Doug Smith>
‘Quit mugging with the crowd, Singh!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Nervous but happy, she's pleasing this audience before saying her piece.‘

<Doug Smith>
‘Maybe she should think about holding peace once in awhile!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Not likely. Never one to speak at length, Singh tries to get her point across quickly, and in few words; if she's out here, she's making a point!‘

The smile left her face for the solemn and thoughtful again, she paced back and forth, looking down at her booted feet. Then, she leveled her inky black wells on the crowd while bringing the microphone to her lips.

<Lal Singh>
‘Ten days from now is Superbattle...‘

She gets the words out, and the occupants of the stadium roared. They were a bundle of emotions over the event like she was. She paused, letting them expel their enthusiasm, and when they had abated, she pressed on, smiling softly at the collective gusto. The crowd was an easy one tonight. Jazzed over Superbattle, jazzed over the phenomenal Rookie from Rajasthan; Singh could have told a knock knock joke like Glow's Patricia Summerland, and probably blown the roof off the arena. But she didn't. She continued, calmer after making her statement.

<Lal Singh>
‘I am so very proud, and overjoyed. I aim to win before all of you, but if I cannot, I will last as long as I can; because every moment under all of your gazes, it is all for your sake, as long as you are present...it is all I could ever ask for.‘

A cheap pop, delivered short, sweet, and eloquently enough. She let the ticket holders gush verbally, the din they made palpable, hitting her as a solid wall of sound. She savored it, cherished it, and brought the microphone back to her lips when things had finally simmered.

<Lal Singh>
‘But I did not come here solely for my sake tonight, and while I did come for your attention, I also came for the sake and attention of another...‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Curious...‘

<Doug Smith>
‘Who she mean?‘

Singh turned her eyes to the ramp, looking up it and seemingly into the back.

<Lal Singh>
‘...Barbed Wire...‘

She let the name hang, and after baited breath, the crowd gave up a pop for the new Hardcore Hellion in PRW.

<Lal Singh>
‘While I feel no shame in defeating you, and Jack Rider at Salvation, I must accept the reality of the consequences in being the victor. I must face that my actions directly effected yours; I broke your idolatry in regards to Paladin. I left you with no God but yourself. For that I am guilty. For that, I offer an apology...‘

The crowd was crickets. This was the most they had heard out of Singh in awhile. Almost wordy, and talkative, which was unlike her.

<Lal Singh>
‘But it is of little weight, my apology; your violent actions have isolated you, but have also made you visible. Someone has taken notice...‘

<Doug Smith>
‘If Emily Hart is anything to go by...‘

<Lal Singh>
‘This is a dangerous time for you, Ms. Martinez. I walk in affluent circles here in PRW, train under informed ones. I know what has your scent. It, like you, believes itself to be the only higher power in its life. It, like you, is prone to grotesque violence...‘

The rumbling of the crowd was acknowledgment. They knew of whom Singh spoke.

<Lal Singh>
‘But unlike you, it does not collect trophies, or souls, or anything so sublime. No, it is collecting the experience of you, what it will visit upon you, the memories of such.‘

The expression of concern evident, Singh looked watery eyed. her voice quivered as she spoke.

<Lal Singh>
‘It is the most human of men you have caught the eyes of; but he is brooding. At Superbattle, a mystery opponent has stepped forward to challenge you to a DEATHMATCH, I know who this person is. Please understand that this is the threshold. To win at Superbattle is to cross it. After that, he will come for you, Ms. Martinez.‘

With that said, Singh handed the microphone off to Amber to bill the match after the commercial break. Commentary flurried, and the crowd murmured loudly. But many others chanted the name Singh had not spoken. The name Emily Hart had not spoken. But the crowd knew. They knew. They chanted, chanted as if summoning something from out of the Abyss...
Edited by LalSingh, Apr 9 2018, 01:58 PM.
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As the crowd began to chant the name of Wire, over and over, anticipation began to grow in both the crowd and those watching from home. The woman who had once been a staple of PRW's lower portion of the crowd had become quite the attraction, as every fan in every arena across the world were eager to see her incredibly violent matches. There was an unmistakable aura of danger that hovered around Wire that made it feel as though anything a sick-minded wrestling fan could think of was more than possible.

Whether it was answering their prayers or a reaction to their sick desires, Wire began to emerge from the back, her music playing loudly. Singh had come to the ring dressed for a promo. But Wire, covered in her war paint and with her signature baseball bat in hand, came looking for a fight.



Barbed Wire's Titantron


Smith: Finally. Now here's someone who can push that arrogant, undefeated...punk off of her high horse. I don't care who you are, I think that Wire's unstoppable right now.

Brunswick: What is it you have against Singh Smith?

Smith: I don't like arrogant rookies.

Wire was in no rush to get down to the ring, screeching at the top of the ramp and slowly slinking her way down as though she were undead. Singh may have been the one to start this segment, but Wire was the one who had the crowd in the palm of her hands. She looked up at Singh as she made her way down to the ring, licking her lips as she hopped up to ring apron and entered through the middle ropes.

The crowd had been loud since the segment began, but seeing two of the most dominant women in PRW staring each other down was enough to send them into a frenzy. Even Wire seemed surprised, looking around and smirking to herself. One an undefeated champion, the other a hardcore wrestler who had ended careers. Truly an unstoppable force versus an immovable object scenario, and were these two to face off, it would be a big deal. Of course, Singh had not called Wire out to challenger her.

Singh did not even flinch as Wire pointed her baseball bat towards her. A long moment of silence passed between the two, with neither competitor moving a muscle, before Wire began to laugh to herself as she gestured for a microphone. These two had faced off before, but now the circumstances were much different. Wire, with microphone in hand, began to pace back and forth in the ring, her eyes still locked on Singh.

"I'm not usually the type who likes to come down to this ring without a victim waiting for me. But no, you're not some mere victim Singh. You...you could be the most important trophy in my collection. And I will have my way with you, someday." Wire shook her head. "But that's not why you called me out here. Instead, no, the undefeated Internet Champion has, for reasons that are beyond me, decided to play the role of someone else's messenger."

"Why is that Singh? Come on, tell me, girl to girl. Is it...because you care about me?" Wire looked down at Singh's legs. "I'll admit that you got thighs that can turn a straight woman into a raging lesbian. If you're into the weird stuff I'd be happy to oblige. Or does this other person you speak of having something they're holding over your head?"

"And let's get one thing straight. I've come a long way from the last time we stood in the ring together. If anything were to happen between us, I'd be on top." Wire said. This got a big reaction from a large portion of the crowd. "Though, it's funny you should mention Rider. But...don't let your ego spread lies. It wasn't you who broke my faith in Jack Rider."

"No, Paladin showed me that his path was that of a martyr. He is willing to put his body at risk by refusing to give into his more...violent and sadistic urges. It made him weak, and allowed Mordrad to defeat him." Wire caressed the steel covering bat fondly, as though she were holding a child. "Make no mistake Singh. I still hate hardcore wrestling, but it's the sort of hatred an addict holds to their drug of choice. They despise it for what it has done to them, but they can't see their life going on without it. This...is my addiction."

The crowd screamed as she rubbed her tongue across the wire covering her bat, instantly drawing blood, which caused her to laugh any more."My goal is still the same. Either PRW gets rid of hardcore wrestling, or I take down every single competitor PRW has to offer until...at last, this company has no one left for me to fight. Will it work? Who knows? Who cares? Until then, I choose to indulge myself."

"So tell me Singh, who is this mystery opponent? I hope for your sake it's a good one or I might just come for you next."
Edited by Barbed Wire, Apr 17 2018, 10:14 AM.
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Black eyes stared back. Lips flat and inexpressive like an equatorial line. Ever so slightly, the brow furrowed, one eye squinting. Singh, not too long ago, had battled this woman fiercely. Had battled her then mentor there after. This was different, and Singh, perhaps, saw what the crowd was seeing. Singh was seeing Reba Martinez with new eyes, and looked immensely concerned about it.

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Trying to figure out what's in front of her...‘

<Doug Smith>
‘All she has to do is watch some matches, or start one with her now.‘

Amber handed a microphone to Singh, who, never took her eyes from Wire's. Almost unblinking, her gaze remained riveted as she took a step towards the Hardcore Hellcat. This spurred Wire to ready the weapon with a casual flicking of her wrist. Singh stopped short, holding peace.

The crowd murmured, and finally, Singh brought the microphone to her lips.

<Lal Singh>
‘I'll make this quick. I am acting out of my own personal desire to see to it that you don't land yourself in front of one of the most notoriously brutal male competitors in PRW. If not him, then John Bane, or Verdugo, or any of the other Extreme wrestlers who've graced this ring would come out to carve their name. But this one, this one has me worried, Ms. Martine-Wire.‘

The Sean Aries chant started back up, taking over the Wire and Singh chants that had occupied softly in the background of the exchanges. It was a palpable wave of enthusiasm. Like a Lovecraftian summons. Lal glanced, briefly, from side to side at the crowd.

<Lal Singh>
‘Tsukishima Shadow picked your opponent personally; I don't agree with it, but it should prove a reasonable challenge for you. That's all I am willing to reveal, as PRW considers the Superbattle booking a business venture.‘

The crowd booed Singh for that one. Not long though, and she gave them an apologetic look before continuing.

<Lal Singh>
‘Accept the challenge, and win, I will be the last thing in your field of consideration. Or, don't accept the challenge, and enter Superbattle instead, you dodge the biggest bullet aimed at you, probably the biggest one ever to be aimed at you.‘

The crowd roared for 'Accept the challenge', and booed for 'Or, don't accept the challenge'.

<Lal Singh>
‘I understand the drive, maybe not the purpose, Wire, but I understand making the impact, I do. But between fighting Paladin, and Kevin Mordrad's attention of late I understand that running the cup over has costs. I have managed to pay mine, but the price of Sean Aries...‘

She barely got the name out and the easy audience boomed like a cruise missile. Both women found themselves casting their gazes about at the capacity in the arena, marveling at the outburst. The heavens hadn't so much opened, but the named invoked a special kind of HELL. The gatekeeper had swung open its charge.

Singh leveled her inky wells back on Wire. Wire stared back.

<Lal Singh>
‘We are becoming, Wire, but some things already are. I am no messenger, but more Point Pleasant's Mothman. I am trying to avert tragedy.‘

Lal Singh lowered the microphone with that last remark, and stepped passed Wire. If she had something to say, she could say it to her back as she left.

TBC: Wire – take us home!
Edited by LalSingh, Apr 17 2018, 04:36 PM.
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The name of Sean Aries hung in the air. It had been a long time since Sean had been on Rage. His last major program had been against Jesse Drive, a match that was heavily anticipated, but had ended anticlimactically because of how the demon had not shown up to the event. At the time, Sean Aries claimed to be suffering from cancer, and there was some doubt that he would ever compete again. And yet, here his name was making an appearance, almost as if by accident from the lips of Lal Singh. The crowd began to chant his name over and over.

Even Wire seemed stunned into silence. Sean Aries was the sort of target that she thought was out of her reach, a legend both for his championship accolades and his reputation in hardcore wrestling. It almost seemed too good to be true, but Singh didn't seem like the type to call her out here only to make false claims. The girl was perhaps to honest for her own good.

Smith: Wow, now that is a megaton announcement. I wanna see that match Brunny!
Brunswick: Listen to the crowd! Everyone is on their feet!

Wire slowly raised her microphone, her head nodding back and forth as she began to pace around the ring. The name of Aries seemed to excite her even more than it did the crowd. "Sean Aries?" Wire smirked. "Shadow handpicked Sean Aries to face me? I guess she and I truly are kindred spirits considering the gift she has offered me. Taking down you and smashing your head with this baseball bat until you were unrecognizable? That would be satisfying."

"Marching into Superbattle and spilling the blood of both PRW's greatest legends and most promising rookies? That would be cathartic." Wire placed her baseball bat against her shoulder. "Finishing what Mordrad started and ripping Paladin's shoulder from its socket just to prove how foolish and weak he has become...that would be orgasmic for me."

"But facing Sean Aries? That's an experience I thought I would never get to have. I thought he was done for good. Perhaps after he gets in the ring with me he'll wish he had been." Wire said, immediately getting a loud response from the crowd. "You can say all you want about not being a messenger, but the way I see it, since you're here delivering the messages of someone else, that's what you've become. So...deliver a message for me."

"Tell Sean Aries and his puppetmaster Shadow that I accept, and that Shadow is the next one on my list." The crowd began to chant "yes" over and over at the challenge being issued by Wire. This was, for many of them, a dream match they never thought they'd see. "As for you...count yourself lucky that you won't have to face me. Yet."

Wire pointed her baseball bat forward at Lal Singh's face. The two locked eyes and a silence fell over the crowd, wondering if Wire was going to attack Singh as well. Then, almost playfully, she reached down with her bat and tapped it against the Internet Championship she held on her shoulder. Laughing, Wire rolled out of the ring and began to march up the ramp.

She would save herself for Aries.
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