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As soon as the music hit, the crowd jumped, giving up the verbal praise and support for the Hindu Heroine. The gauntlet challenge from weeks ago now completed, all in attendance knew why Singh was coming out tonight on Wednesday Noon Warpath.
Appearing at the top of the ramp, Singh halted, hands on her ample hips, she raked the sizeable studio audience with her black eyes. They gazed back, proffering and pumping their signs in her direction. A ghost of a smile, and Singh went stony, starting down the ramp. Her POWER WALK a thing to behold.
<Bill Kirby> ‘Welcome back to Warpath, folks, and I think we're about to have ourselves an encounter for the books as far as this studio show is concerned.‘
<Rick Dickers> ‘And live too! 800-1000 under one roof here, but broadcasting to countless thousands around the globe tuning in! PRW has you all days of the week with fresh, not to tape content in our lead up to SUMMERFEST 2018!!‘
Slapping hands on her march down, Singh didn't look happy, there was a stark, serious note to her all around body language and facial expression. She made the end of the ramp, and quickly hopped up onto the apron, pulling back on the top rope for the leapfrog inside. Sticking the exciting landing, Singh strutted about the ring after motioning for a microphone, which Mari supplied her with quickly.
Taking in the crowd, Singh let them voice their excitement, and when they calmed, she brought the microphone to her lips.
<Lal Singh> ‘Matthew Stevenson...‘
She paused as the attendance belted unanimous heat together. She waited, and they eventually abated.
<Lal Singh> ‘Get down here with Ms. Urashima...NOW! This is not a request!‘
A wild pop, and Singh lowered the mic, staring up the ramp. She waited...
It didn't take too long for Matthew Stevenson's music to play and for Matthew himself to come out with a nice formal suit and tie and a microphone in hand, the Internet Championship on his shoulder. He smiled as he looked at the crowd. The crowd had a mixed reaction to the sight of his blonde hair and face, one side was booing and the other was cheering for Stevenson. Either way, Stevenson had a joyful smile on his face as he began to walk down to the ring.
Kirby: "Even after Lal Singh won the match against the Generation X members, Matthew Stevenson still has a smile on his face."
Dickers: "Quite disturbing actually."
Stevenson confidently gets in the ring and comes face to face with the women she has tormented for the past couple of week. He claps as the music fades. He nods in approval as Lal stares at Stevenson trying to control herself. Matthew begins to speak.
Stevenson: "Well done, well done. I got to say that you have really impressed me with your fights against my members and they were too and I'm glad to have you as an opponent at Summerfest."
He takes the Internet title off his shoulder and gave it to Lal Singh, he chuckles.
The belt went onto the canvas as Singh quickly darted forward, her free hand clasping down on Stevenson's shoulder. The microphone held close to her lips, her arm was chambered back enough to blast him with the said implement, which would be a first time weapon use from Lal Singh. The crowd verbally jumped at what might occur.
<Rick Dickers> ‘Are we gonn see sparks fly!?!‘
To the surprise of all, Singh didn't spin him around and pop him with the mic. Instead, she spoke (very slowly) in measured, controlled tone.
<Lal Singh> ‘Where's Haruna?‘
And she clamped her hand down harder, digging in each digit.
The trembling through her whole form told the crowd what she wanted to do, but wasn't going to do unless prompted by certain stimulus. She was not going to lose control, Stevenson would have to make her lose control, and that would be solely on his shoulders, much like Lal's hand.
<Bill Kirby> ‘Singh is in control but wound up spring load tight...it won't take much from Matt to...‘
Stevenson: We must get into the head of Lal Singh if we can break her psychological if I can manage to play mind games so heavily and so damaging, she'll go into Blackout like a fragile zombie.
Wilson: How will you do that?
Stevenson smile. Wilson and Stevenson then disappear into there locker room and closes the door behind them.
Stevenson: "You fell right into my plan just as I knew you would, now you can take a shot at me and prove me right or you can just coward, the choice us yours..."
He smiles as he encouarges Lal to attack him. Everyone in the crowd was on there feet watching Lal Singh make her decision"
If it was physically possible for Lal Singh to have crushed his collar bone with one hand and her microphone in the other hand, she would have. As is, the thrill of shivers running through her would have been evident on an out of focus camera. When the self control kicked it, the crowd started to groan.
An exhausted sigh escaped Singh's lips, captured audibly by her mic. Her grip relaxed, and fell from his shoulder.
<Lal Singh> ‘There's no cowardice in making the right decision, Stevenson, cowardice is a trait you wrestle with, more so than matches you have had in the ring this year; I have not been broken by you, nor will I be. While I might be angry for what you have done, filled with irreconcilable rage at your antics...I find that I PITY you more than anything else...‘
<Rick Dickers> ‘Unexpected.‘
<Bill Kirby> ‘That statement wasn't flattering to Stevenson though...‘
The crowd, which had moderately booed Singh's withdrawal, popped for the remark. While it was sincere words from Singh, they had the sting of trash talk inadvertently. No predator wanted to be pitied by its perceived prey.
Stevenson turned, and the two came face to face, eye to eye.
<Lal Singh> ‘You are right. I have not beaten you yet. So, we will settle up at SUMMERFEST this SUNDAY and see how all of this plays out...I will not, in spite of myself, accost you...‘
Stevenson smiled, finding a victory in the moment. But he had to note that Singh smiled back. Her black eyes lowered, and she took a noticeable step away from him. Her eyes then looked passed Stevenson, over his shoulder and up the ramp. Stevenson turned instinctively.
<Lal Singh> ‘But you may have to worry about some of her old friends and comrades!‘
The pop was solid as Boston Massacre X, Shira Beru, and Razz Manouche charged down the ramp, and stormed Matthew Stevenson into a corner. It would have been an all out mugging if not for Generation X coming out of the crowd and swarming in to make the save!!!
The crowd was thunderous as The Renegades and Generation X went at it full tilt!
<Bill Kirby> ‘A flurry of blows! That's all that can be made out!!! A PIER SIX LEVEL BRAWL!!!‘
<Rick Dickers> ‘THE RENEGADES GETTING REVENGE FOR HARUNA URASHIMA, THEIR COMRADE!!!‘
Singh (retrieving the belt amid the chaos) rolled to the outside, coming face to face with the one member of Generation X, Pontius Lavish, who hadn't entered to make the save. The two held a long gaze until Singh, belt slung over her shoulder, brushed passed him and started up the ramp. Lavish rolled in to turn the tide from stalemate.
The last scene of Warpath as the copyright stamp materialized, was of Generation X managing to eject The Renegades to the outside. Stevenson looking up the ramp at Singh, and Singh looking back as The Renegades encircled her like an idol.
They both shared a wicked smile before it all went black.
-End OOC: Let's take this to SUMMERFEST!!!
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