Post by The Resurrected One on Jul 16, 2020 21:27:46 GMT -6
’The Lord of Darkness' Evan Moore laid in bed inside the claustrophobic room, the darkness is only lightened up as he checked his black phone, he never had any messages first thing in the morning, the message is brutally succinct.
Go down to the store and pick up a pack of matches, meet me by the old mansion as soon as possible.
Okay, I'm up. That’s not a problem at all.
Evan Moore walked up to the local convenience store. Sure, he looks a bit dodgy wearing a championship over the right shoulder of his open black jacket revealing a black shirt, but it's a convenience store at one in the morning so dodgy is hardly the sort of feature that makes someone stand out. The sound of bells ringing was heard. By the time he gets to the counter and places his purchase, smiling like an idiot at a complete stranger is something he's never done in the past and has no intention of starting to do now, but that doesn't mean it doesn't take effort.
"Just these", he says, then tacks on a reluctant, "please."
Evan digs the right amount of his wallet, plonks it on the counter before him and scoops up his pack of matches. The sound of bells ringing was heard as Evan exited the convenience store.
Evan walks on a small, scruffy beach area on a blue lake surrounded by thick, dark woods as he takes the time to talk to the viewers.
“Daniel Dream...we only ever meet up when we are in these matches. Show up. Get lost in the crowds. He's one of my very best friends.”
Evan's black wrestling boots follow the tracks made in dirt, sand, and the mud.
“Being a leader is not about guiding people through a paved path. It’s about making new paths together on dirt otherwise plain and untouched.”
“Paths will deviate but the destination remains the same.”
Evan adjusts the Trios Championship on his right shoulder.
The tall mansion loomed over Evan and matched the charcoal sky. The sky is mostly clear with the moon visible, some clouds hang about. The mansion looms over Evan as he arrives, checking his messages again as the light of the screen shines in the lens of his black glasses which contrasts with his pale complexion.
“Where is this guy?”
The Resurrected One walks out the mansion, wearing his leather bodysuit ring gear.
“There he is….What the fuck is he wearing?”
Ignoring the hypocrisy of himself walking into a convenience store dressed in all black with a championship over his right shoulder, Evan takes a moment to look at the mansion.
“Home sweet home...”
Evan turns around to look at the camera.
"Team Resurrected doesn't return for moments when we can't win a new championship, nah, you gotta pick your moment.”
“Daniel Dream said this was the moment, he must've been waiting for this moment.”
“My return to the ring is not an if, but a when. When I decide and against whom I deem worthy of my legendary status."
"Dan Anderson, do you ever reach a moment where you think maybe it's time to try something different? Not me, I'm going to try winning the Nex Gen Championship again because this is a match that I need to win, same for every match Team Resurrected has on this Revolution card, we're all in it to win. You need to win for your ego, Vegas probably has me as the underdog too because of his ego, but that championship belt means more than the egos of two selfish little boys, I know that it hurts, and your fragile egos can’t understand that this was over long before it started.”
The Resurrected One shouts some words of encouragement to his tag team partner that the microphones pick up.
“Go out there and get this win.”
“The Nex Gen Championship stands for something...or at least it will when I place it upon my shoulder. For the right to stand up for yourself...to take the chance and dream, that's what a championship mean when any member of Team Resurrected has it on their shoulder, we do it for the dreamer in all of us. Why don’t you get off of your knees and stand up for yourself?"
"My dreams tend to haunt me so I haven’t reached the moment where I think maybe it’s time to try something different."
"But in all honesty...this ain't your moment to run the division again, Dan Anderson. This is MY TIME! You'll have to try harder than cling to your ego or a dream since you would still be clinging to a dream, a dream that was proving impossible, because you lacked what it took to make that dream possible. Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. Just do something different, just change, please!"
“My biggest dream? Being able to see the most beautiful sight in the whole wide world.”
The Resurrected One pulls Evan More to the side.
“You came through?”
Evan Moore hands The Resurrected One the pack of matches he purchased from the convenience store, The Resurrected One promptly lights one of the matches.
"That burning feeling is flaring up..."
"I'm getting the urge again..."
“It's that time again."
“I’m sure threatening to burn down Revolution will be the alarm ECWF needs. It's time for Team Resurrected to take all the gold when we burn down Revolution.”
The Resurrected One flicks the lit match at the gasoline soaked mansion. The fire didn't look too extreme at first glance, both of the wrestler's eyes widened at the sight of the mansion burning, flames spit out every window. Flames are spreading, clearly visibly consuming the curtains in the windows. Thick gray smoke billowed up the stairs. The smoke seemed to thin closer to the foundation. The smoke smells like burning wood, simple and clean. The fire roars. It's a strange sort of peace, surrounded by crackling flames and oppressive heat, at that moment it was truly the most beautiful sight in the whole wide world.
Post by The Age of Fall on Jul 17, 2020 22:59:03 GMT -6
Location: Backstage at the ECWF Arena in West Hollywood, California
The scene opens up in the backstage area where Bill Jean is standing by with the Age of Fall.
Bill Jean I'm here with the Age of Fall who have requested this time to say a few things.
Dan Anderson *He nods his head* That is correct, Billy.
Bill Jean Umm...my name isn't...
Dan holds up his hand to put up in middle sentence, not wanting to hear what he had to say.
Dan Anderson Hush Billy. It doesn't matter what your name is. *He lowers his hand* Now then, it's been quite some time since I last stepped inside a ECWF ring or any ring for that matter. It wouldn't been so long if a certain company named Fury would of just let me do my thing instead having me sit on the sidelines. That company is dead and buried now though I wouldn't be surprised if the owner randomly decided to bring it back from the dead later down the road. Nonetheless, since my time away from the ring, I've been recuperating, letting my body get back to one hundred percent. Once my body was all healed up, I went back to training, in preparation for my eventual ring return. During that time, I was out scouting with the boys and a good friend of mine, looking for new talent to bring into the Age of Fall. We found some potential candidates and they're currently training with this good friend of my mine at the Compound, prepping them for a potential call up. Who knows, one of them might be arriving in ECWF imminently. I admit, the Age of Fall hasn't had the best of luck as of late, managing to pick up a win here and there. However, with the expansion of the Age of Fall and the potential new recruit or recruits coming to join us soon, I have no doubt that our luck is going to turn around. The Age of Fall will be bigger, badder, and better than ever. Believe it. In regards to my return to the ring, I've been chomping at the bit for quite some time now. Waiting to sink my teeth into some action. When management gave me the call that I was going to be in action on the next Revolution, I was ecstatic because finally, I didn't have to wait any longer to step back in the ring. Then management told me that I'm defending my Nex*Gen Championship, it was just icing on the cake. Normally, most Champions wouldn't be too happy about randomly defending their Championship but you know how long I've been for some kind of action. Too damn long. Now, I'm able to remind the world just how good of a Champion when I defend my Championship against not just one opponent but two. That's a hell of way to make a return, if you ask me. You may be asking yourself, who is Dan Anderson defending his Nex*Gen Championship against? *He pats his Nex*Gen Championship that's laying over his shoulder* The first challenger is a former Nex*Gen Champion and current Trios Champion, a Championship that me and the boys made relevant by the way. Before the Chihuahuas of War killed it and made it practically meaningless. The other challenger is some hotshot with a briefcase in his possession. A briefcase I wouldn't mind taking away from him. Before I address my opponents, me and the love of my life have something to announce. I'll let Lilith announce it.
Lilith remains silent for a few seconds, to build suspense then blurts out with a wide smile on her face.
Lilith Frost I'm pregnant!
Bill Jean had a surprised look on his face, looking between both Dan and Lilith, who had a hand on her stomach.
Bill Jean Wow! Well, congratulations to both of you.
The two of them nodded their heads in thanks, smiles on their faces.
Lilith Frost Thank you, Billy. I found out a few days ago that I'm pregnant. I'm so excited to start a family with this handsome devil.
She briefly glances over at Dan with a grin. Dan adjusts his Championship, a grin on his face as well.
Lilith Frost It'll be a while before we find out the gender of the baby. It could be a boy. It could be a girl. Who knows. *She shrugs* Though, I hope to have a boy and a girl before I decide I'm done having babies. Since I'm pregnant...I'll no longer be accompanying Dan to his matches. I'm doing this to protect mine and the baby's wellbeing. You never know, one of these brutes might try to harm me and do something that cause me to lose the baby. So, this is the best solution. I know this handsome devil can take care of himself. He got the boys, the potential new recruits, and maybe a bodyguard if he feels he needs the extra protection, to watch his back. I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines.
The couple look at each other, smiles on their faces. They stare lovingly at each other, continuing to speak.
Dan Anderson I'm going to miss seeing that pretty face at ringside. Whenever I step through those ropes, I'll be fighting for you and the baby.
They continue to stare at one other, lost in each other's eyes. After a few seconds, they snap out of their trance, looking back at Bill.
Lilith Frost Oh yeah, we're engaged too. See?
Dan nods, the couple showing off the engagement rings.
Lilith Frost We got caught up in the moment and almost forgot to announce that we're engaged. We're going to get married sometime in the future. I can't wait to be married to the most handsomest man in the world.
Dan Anderson And I can't wait to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world.
They share a brief, passionate kiss then spend a couple of seconds, staring at each other with smiles plastered on their faces.
Dan Anderson I got the rest from here. Now, run along Billy.
Dan takes the microphone from Bill, shooing him away who walks away a few seconds later. Dan clears his throat, getting into the right mindset then raises the mic up to speak.
Dan Anderson Time to address the people who will be attempting to take this Nex*Gen Championship *He holds up the Nex*Gen Championship up in the air for a few seconds then places it back on his shoulder* from my grasp. I can already see them dissecting and picking apart what just happened moments ago. I can already hear them saying things like, "Dan isn't focused on defending the Nex*Gen Championship." "Dan's mind is elsewhere and it'll be easy to pick him apart and take him out of the equation." Yadda, yadda, yadda. I can assure you that I have never been more focused than I am right at this moment. My mind is set on defending this Championship *He points towards the Nex*Gen Championship* to the bitter end. Once the bell rings, the switch in my head flips and it's go time. Don't mistake my love for weakness. While my mind may be elsewhere, I'm hellbent on keeping the Nex*Gen Championship around my waist for a long...long time.
Dan Anderson The first of my challengers is someone who held the Nex*Gen Championship before. He also is a former World Six Man Tag Team Champion and is currently in his second reign with what is now called the Trios Championships. He goes by the name of Evan Moore. With the moniker, "Lord of Darkness". Great, another person who embodies the Darkness into their persona or uses it as some cool nickname. I swear, almost everywhere I go, there's always at least one person who attempts to use the Darkness to stand out from the others. You seen one, you seen them all. They're nothing special. Just some flashy gimmick. Using the Darkness to escape from the cold, harsh reality. A reality that they can't handle so they resort to hiding in some dark fantasy land full of spooky things and what not. If he's the dark then I'm the light. The light that shines down on this world. To cast away the darkness. To make people who blinded by the darkness open their eyes and see the light. To guide them and have them brace reality. At the end of the day, the light will always overcome the dark. No matter how deep the people are in the dark, they will eventually see the light, even if it's on their death beds. While we may of accomplished the same things, winning the Nex*Gen Championship and the Trios Championships, I will pass you by and leave you in the dust when I become the Worldheavyweight Champion. It's only a matter of time. Those Trios Championships that you and your team are holding, me and the boys made them relevant. We defended them with honor and pride against any Trio who thought they had what it takes to take the Trios Championships away from the Age of Fall. We still could be standing here as the Trios Champions if it wasn't for the Chihuahuas of War. They didn't have what it takes to be the Age of Fall fair and square so they had to use outside help just to beat us. They proceeded to make the Championships meaningless, tarnishing all the hard work we done building them up. Then to add insult to injury, they abandoned them like they were worthless trash. This only proves that the clan of Frenzies fear the Age of Fall. Afraid of us getting retribution so they took their ball and went home. The Age of Fall will take back the Trios Championships and make them relevant once again. Keep them warm because after the boys win back their World Tag Team Championships and I become the Worldheavyweight Champion, we'll be looking to take back our Trios Championships. Once we hold all the gold, we will truly be the most dominant stable in the whole universe. So sorry Mister "Lord of Darkness", you will not be walking out with the Nex*Gen Championship in your grasp. The only thing you will see is the light and me standing tall with the Nex*Gen Championship held high in the air.
Dan Anderson The second challenger is some hotshot named Johnny Vegas who's been on a bit of a streak while trying his hardest to be "Mister Steal Your Girl", going after Tzu's valet. I guess he couldn't get any so he has to resort to trying to steal other people's ladies. He should go to ol' Mikey from the Kingdom for some advice. He certainly knows how to get the ladies. I admit, he's been lucky as of late but..his luck is going to run out when he steps into the ring with me. Your little winning streak will be snapped and you'll be nothing special. Perhaps you'll can be a even bigger nobody when I take that briefcase away from you. Surely, you have some brain cells in that pea sized brain of yours and wouldn't do something reckless like...putting the briefcase on the line against me. I'm hundred percent certain you value your briefcase and not throw it away by doing to do something like that. Since you're the holder of the Gold Rush briefcase, I have a warning for you...stay out of my way. I have some unfinished business with the Worldheavyweight Champion. I'll be damned if some hotshot decides to get in between me and the Worldheavyweight Championship, trying to make a name for himself at my or the Champ's expense. When me and the Champ have a inevitable second showdown for the Worldheavyweight Championship, I don't want you anywhere near the ring. Hell, I don't even want you in the same building. If you come within six feet of the ring, I will have the boys break every bone in your bone and leave you for to perish. Nothing is stopping me from becoming the Worldheavyweight Champions. Not you. Not your little briefcase. Not anyone in the back. Nothing. Once I become the Worldheavyweight Champion then you can attempt to cash in the briefcase but good luck trying to do so because I'll have protection in the Age of Fall, making sure the gold stays around in mine. If you're a real man then you'll fight the Champ fair and square, when the Champ is at one hundred percent. Unless, you're a coward and can't beat the Champ when he's healthy. Johnny boy, kiss your fifteen minutes of fame because after I successfully defend my Nex*Gen Championship, I'll be moving towards my fated Worldheavyweight Championship match while you'll be moving down the ladder, trying to stay relevant. Remember my warning, Johnny boy. If you value your life then keep your nose out of my business and stay six feet away. Unless you want to throw it all away for the chance of being famous. The choice is yours.
Dan Anderson Before I go, I have something to say the Worldheavyweight Champion. You have something I want. Something I need to complete the collection. You may of escaped our last encounter with the Worldheavyweight Championship in your possession but I can guarantee you that the next time we meet for the Championship, I will be the one walking away as the new Worldheavyweight Champion. I will not stop, I will not rest until I get another shot at the Worldheavyweight Championship. The Age of Fall will even decimate everyone who stands in my way, just so I can get my hands on you again. Everyone in the back, everyone who is looking on from the shadows can wait their turn. I'm the only one is taking that Worldheavyweight Championship away from you, not no one else. So keep the Championship warm, hold it close to yourself, cherish every waking second because I'll be coming to collect what's mine soon enough. Tick tock, Marco Rossi. Tick...tock...
Dan smirks, dropping the mic as the Age of Fall make their exit. Once they're out of sight, the scene slowly fades to black.