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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2022 20:29:52 GMT -6
The Era of Redemption ECWF PRESENTS: RAIN OF BLOOD First Blood Match for the World Heavyweight Championship Kevin Hunter vs. Damon Cross (C)
Steaming mug in hand, Damon sits upon the window couch in the master bedroom of his Fairview home. Over a thousand miles away from the Windy City, where he will have his first ECWF World Championship defense in mere days, the young champion sips on the dark liquid within the ceramic vessel, the steam threatening to fog the window in the early morning chill. Shirtless, Cross seems utterly at peace, watching the fog gather near the ground within the Great Smoky Mountains in the distance.
It is a view he will never tire of.
A short distance away, in the hand-carved, king-sized bed, his wife Danielle sleeps peacefully, her two-toned cerulean and indigo hair spread artfully over the fluffy pillows. Arms folded beneath the down-filled cloth clouds, quilt covering her up to mid-back, the woman he calls his Reine Fée, or Fairy Queen, seems to be dreaming sweetly indeed. This alone makes Damon smile, more so considering her recent nightmares. That thought, though, turns his expression a little sour. Another sip of the coffee is taken before he unfolds his legs and steps down onto the hardwood floor. Each footfall is silent as he exits the room and enters the main hallway. A few doors down, where his daughter’s room is located, Cross hears some noise within. The door is partially ajar, though, so he need not disturb Leina as she gets in some early-morning gaming via her Switch. She’s in her element and, as such, Damon sees no need to disturb her. After all, waking up early on days off to get in as much leisure as possible? He can get behind that.
Further down the hall and now down the steps, Damon moves through the silent house and into the kitchen. Refilling his mug from the half-full pot, he decides now is a good time to throw together some breakfast. Or it would be if his phone didn’t start buzzing on the counter. Adding some cream to his caffeine juice, he sweeps his fingertip over the screen and puts the device on speaker.
“Cross.”
“So they’re back, eh?”
Not so much as a hello. The Irish-accented voice on the other end of the phone is almost stoic but tinged with amusement. Damon recognizes it instantly.
“Good morning to you, too.”
A snort of derision comes through the line. Then…
“Good of them to let you stroll back in as champion, though it looks like someone is already up your ass about the title. I’m sure you expected that, though.”
“Kevin Hunter? I’m as concerned as I need to be.”
“If I didn’t know you as well as I do, I’d say you were cocky.”
“Hello, Pot, I’m Kettle. Have we met?”
Laughter finally from the other side of the phone, joined by Damon’s own as he gathers from the fridge a tray of eggs, packages of bacon and sausage, and a few other items. Arms full, he drops it on the counter before gathering the red Kitchen-Aid from the shelf and a couple other utensils.
”Enjoying your retirement, old man?”
”First of all, who the fuck are you calling old? Secondly, who the fuck are you calling retired?”
”My mistake. Just haven’t seen you in the ring in a while.”
That draws the Irishman up short. There is a pause as Damon starts combining ingredients in a bowl, starting with flour and moving on to salt, baking powder and so on. A reply crackles through the phone quietly.
”I’m biding my time.”
”Don’t blame you. You could always return to the ECWF, though.”
”No, that time is over. I did more in and for that company than just about anyone else. It’s in your hands now.”
That comment has Damon pause a little, right in the middle of slicing some butter. He stares at the phone quietly, not noticing the soft steps of Danielle coming down the steps. She, however, hears the conversation and, rather than continuing into the kitchen, she sits on the bottom step, eavesdropping.
”I hear Rain of Blood is in Chicago, too. I’ll have to drop by and see some old and new faces.”
”No pressure, huh?”
It isn’t that Damon is lacking in confidence, but he’s still absorbing the former nine-time champion’s comment, realizing that such a declaration coming from a man like that is something to be taken very seriously. But he manages to finish with the butter, then add shortening to the white powder before getting in there with both hands and mixing it up.
”None. You earned this. Anyone who says otherwise doesn’t know shit about shit. That includes Kevin Hunter, and I don’t give a fiddler’s fuck whether he likes it or not. You’re a three-time World Heavyweight Champion, Damon. And if fate is kind, that’ll be your last ECWF reign because you’ll retire the belt when they can’t find anyone who can stop you.”
Around the corner, Danielle smiles and nods enthusiastically, giggling to herself behind both hands. She peers around as Damon cracks a small smile, making a well in the middle of the bowl into which he pours some buttermilk before starting up the mixer on low. That done, he finally responds properly to Eric Donavan.
”Well, if you say that’s that, then that’s that, right?”
”Finally learning. Look, I have to get out of here… Lyra wants us to take a little road trip for old time’s sake. Just calling to make sure your head’s right. I know how you get.”
”How I used to get. Things are different now.”
”Fucking finally. See you at the pay-per-view.”
The call ends and Damon raises the top of the mixer, taking the bowl and dumping the doughy contents on a layer of flour atop the counter. It is at this point that Danielle ambles in, still in her pajamas consisting of a pink tank top and white cotton pants. She slides her arms around Damon’s waist and nuzzles into his back a little.
”Mmm… good morning.”
”Good morning yourself. Sleep well?”
”Uh-huh.”
Well enough that she wishes she was back under the covers, perhaps, but without Damon how fun would that be?”
”I thought I might talk you back into bed, but… this looks too good to miss.”
A soft giggle is given.
”No one can resist homemade biscuits. Not even you, my queen.”
”Nope! So! After this feast, what shall we do?”
Looking thoughtful, Damon finishes rolling out and kneading the dough a bit, now cutting biscuits out of it and placing them evenly on a baking sheet, brushing each one with butter.
”La Lealtad wants to hit the training center for a while, prepping both for Collision and Rain of Blood. After that… the day’s open. I do think we should visit Sylvia, though. She seems to not be doing well. I’m worried.”
”Yeah, me too. But will she even want company?”
”I’ve spoken to Ronnie and Dakota already. It’ll be fine.”
Danni accepts this, only reluctantly letting go of Damon so that he can put the biscuits in the oven. The moment he’s back at the counter, she’s latched on to him again; it makes him smile. Her own expression, though, betrays some concern. Naturally he doesn’t see it with her cheek pressed against his back, but even so… he hears it.”Are you ready for this? For Rain of Blood, I mean? You know I don’t doubt you-”
She is quick to add this statement, Damon’s attention averting for a moment as he lays out strips of bacon on a foil-lined baking sheet.
”-but dropping right back into the thick of it, title and everything, after so long of a break? Especially when you have Johnny Towers trying to get in your way? I guess… I’m just worried. Especially with what you’ve told me about your opponent.”
”Hunter isn’t a problem unless I let him be a problem. I know he’s behind this match being what it is and I know why he did it.”
”Really?”
”Path of least resistance. I suppose he just doesn’t know who I am yet. But I’ll happily show him. And you’ll be there with me, so someone’s eyes will be on my back. Well… yours and a few others.”
Her lips part to ask who he means but it dawns on her quickly and Danni giggles again, clutching Damon tighter before he slides the sliced pork into the oven on a rack beneath the biscuits. We fade on this moment, shifting over to another scene entirely… that of a posh gambling establishment and a well-dressed man laden with gold.
The camera is officially on and it’s time to stir the Kool-Aid.
Damon Cross: ”Are you a gambler, Mr. Hunter?”
The question has to be hypothetical; Kevin Hunter is not there to answer, after all. Damon, seated at an otherwise-empty table, cards set face-down on the table before him amidst a stack of chips, calmly rolls a single chip between the curled fingers of his right hand. The motion is smooth and unerring, the smile on the World Heavyweight Champion’s face subtle but full of meaning.
He is most definitely in his element. To emphasize this point, the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship rests upon his shoulder, gleaming beautifully in the low light.
Damon Cross: ”You must be. Only a true risk-taker would show their hand like you did at Revolution. I mean… a First Blood Match, Kevin? Truly? There’s two schools of thought in play here."
Flipping the chip into the air, Damon holds out his hand and lets it land with a soft plop on his palm. Setting it carefully upon a stack, pinky extended, the Redeemer’s smile betrays considerable amusement.
Damon Cross: ”For as much as you brag about your five title reigns with this very belt, one would think that you had learned something. But… I guess not. So either you’re a fool or you’re underestimating me. Which would be worse? A question for the ages.”
Fingers on the cards laid out before him, Damon bends the corners back. His expression is solemn and does not change upon seeing his hand.
Damon Cross: ”Next to a Ladder Match, a First Blood Match is a match that requires the least amount of wrestling skill possible. If you have a healthy body and a modest amount of strength, enough to swing something hard and heavy, for example, then you can win a First Blood Match. Barring that, you can simply throw your opponent into sturdy, sharp or jagged objects and, eventually, enough unprotected impacts will open them up. Or, as I feel is more likely with you, Kevin, you can have some buddies run backup for some added insurance if you doubt your own ability. After all, there’s no disqualifications in a contest like this. Any thug dragged out of the nearest back alley could win a match like this. That’s very telling, wouldn’t you say? Makes me think this was your idea, passed along surreptitiously to the boss, Rock N’ Roll God, along with a signed cashier’s check. Some would call it smart, like betting small when you’re not sure what the dealer has on the table.
I call it an admission of weakness.”
For the first time, Damon’s tone takes on a harder edge. His dark eyes stare right into the camera for several tense, silent moments. Then the smile slightly returns and he continues addressing the point.
Damon Cross: ”Or… you’re simply underestimating me. You think that I’m soft because, after all, compared to you I’m only twenty percent the champion that you are. That’s what all your social media ranting about being a five-time former ECWF World Heavyweight Champion amounts to in my opinion. So imagine how you’re going to feel when this freshly re-minted champion paints you red in the middle of the ring at Rain of Blood. I can assure you that the sting of air on an open wound or the sickening feeling of something loose inside of you, out of place or simply not moving as nature intended, will not compare to the realization that you brought this on yourself. Now…”
Hand off his cards, Damon holds it up as though gesturing calmly for silence.
Damon Cross: ”Credit where it is due: five reigns is impressive. The operative word, however, is ‘former’. As in previously. Once upon a time. In the past. You seem to have forgotten that part of your impressive accolade. What, Kevin Hunter, have you done to deserve this chance other than run your mouth?”
The champion arches a questioning brow.
Damon Cross: ”Nothing. You riding on your past accomplishments is one of the things wrong with this business. Being proud of what you do is one thing. But using past leverage as glory to leap-frog over others is sickening. I love, though, how you tried to twist that around on me when I called you on it previously. Let’s have it out here for the record:
Yes, Rock N’ Roll God makes the matches and decides who I defend against. That was never once in question. He’s the man in charge and this company goes where he directs. My issue is this: anyone coming and knocking on my door looking for a shot at this?”
The title is held up for a moment.
Damon Cross: ”They should have to earn that opportunity. Being a former champion? That does not qualify. I came into ECWF as a multiple-time champion myself. Was anything handed to me? Absolutely not. I tossed my name in the hat for the Wartime Rumble, won it, then put Dan Anderson down in the middle of the ring to take the title. One step at a time, working within the proper channels and making the most of every step. What have YOU done, Kevin? Usurped the shot from Anderson himself, not knowing whether or not he had a contracted rematch? Do you call that earning an opportunity? I don’t.
See, I’m old school. A legend of puroresu, the Thunder Demon, Hiashi Shinsuma, trained me to wrestle with judicious input from Eric Donavan. You might have heard of him, considering there’s literally two eras in the ECWF as most modern fans see it: there’s before the Irish Dragon and after. Take it from me, Hunter: you have a LOT of roads left to walk, a lot of blood, sweat and tears left to spill, before you can be mentioned in the same breath as that green-blooded bastard. As I said: old school. You earn your spot, fighting your ass off and working yourself like a pack animal. Nothing is given, nothing is taken. Everything is earned. The only thing you’ve earned is a fight… and I’m the last man you want to fight, Hunter. Considering what has been thrown at me in and out of the ring and the fact that I’m still here, still recognized as the champion? You should be very, VERY concerned.”
From here, Damon starts flipping up the face-down cards on the table before him, one at a time. First?
An eight of clubs.
Damon Cross: ”This is the Era of Redemption, Kevin, and whether you or anyone else wants to admit it, the ECWF needs redemption. It needs to be set on the right path. And who better than a man who has walked in the darkness and the light, intricately a part of each side yet capable of walking the line between without effort or error? I speak, of course, of yours truly.”
A strong comment delivered with ease as Damon flips up another card… the eight of spades.
Damon Cross: ”Much like those who reared me, I’ve worked at every level of this business. I’ve been in the main event and I’ve jerked my share of curtains. I’ve refereed and hawked merch at the t-shirt tables. I’ve sat in the boss’s office behind the boss’s desk and I’ve stood behind the camera and counted one-two-three in a striped shirt in the middle of the ring. I’ve literally done it all. Why, then, do I keep going?”
Next card: the ace of clubs. A small smirk forms on Damon’s face again.
Damon Cross: ”Because I’m never satisfied. The moment you feel that sensation, you become complacent. When you reach that point, you become duller, slower. You don’t work as hard… you start phoning it in. And just like that, everything gets taken away from you. But you can bet your ass that that will not be me. Anyone taking this title off of me is going to have to borderline murder me to make it happen. Yes, Kevin, that includes you. That’s just how the cards are dealt… much like this here hand dealt just for you.”
Fourth card up… and it’s the ace of diamonds. Now a straight cackle emits from Cross, who gestures grandly to the layout.
Damon Cross: ”Dead man’s hand. This isn’t your game to win, Kevin. It never was. Even if you hadn’t butted in and Dan Anderson got his rematch, the outcome wouldn’t have changed. You just want another notch on your belt. Dan? Who can say what he’s after, other than gold. The point is that neither of you are in this for the right reasons. Redemption, passion, a desire to see this company rise once again. Those are my reasons. You two? You’re in it for yourselves.
I’m not. I’m in it to make wrestling a better place.
Being the best champion I can be elevates the ECWF. Elevating the ECWF elevates wrestling as a whole. They will come and they will fight, signing contracts and bringing the crowds to their feet. They will do this because I kicked open that door and welcomed them to my ring, to the Era of Redemption. One day, one of them will even take this title from me. It’s inevitable. That day WILL come. But it won’t be at Rain of Blood, and it won’t be you, Kevin. I promise you that.”
Picking up that chip once again from the stack, Damon flips it forward, landing it perfectly on the turned-up cards. Getting to his feet, he straightens his tie, hitches up the title on his shoulder and lowers his shades into place. As he does this, a few folks join him, flanking him on either side. A pair of tough-looking Cuban gentlemen and a deliciously-hot Puerto Rican lady.
Damon Cross: ”Before I go, though, allow me to introduce part of the drive behind that promise in the form of one of the most talented new teams in the wrestling business today. Juan and Javier Cortez and their striking manager, Carmen Viviana Esquivel… collectively known as La Lealtad es Todo.”
The thicker of the two, Javier, steps up first, gesturing to Damon and his championship.
Javier Cortez: ”Here’s how this works, Cazador: We know your type and how they operate. You like to back door this shit, play the sneaky payaso to get what you want. That don’t fly with us. We came up the hard way, in life and in the ring, and shortcuts? They piss us off.”
The thick-bearded young man leans in a bit, winking at the camera before snarling.
Javier Cortez: ”You don’t want to see us pissed. Te lo prometo.”
Juan Cortez: ”Best listen to my hermano, Kev. He’s the calm, rational one. Get under his skin and that’s your ass, ese. Disrespecting the jefe here?”
The younger, more flamboyant Cortez gestures to Damon.
Juan Cortez: ”You’re gonna get on both our bad sides. But we ain’t here to make threats. Nah, we’re here to make sure any shit you try to pull don’t go nowhere. Far as we’re concerned, man-to-man, the Redeemer has your number. The minute some uninvited guests try to poke their beaks in his main event business, though? We’re gonna show them how punks gets handled on the streets, ya heard?”
A hand comes to rest on the shoulder of each Cortez, Damon looking between them and back to the camera, nodding in agreement. At this point, the lovely lady steps forward next to Javier, sliding a slender arm around his waist.
Carmen Viviana Esquivel: “La Lealtad es Todo… it means 'Loyalty is Everything'. You’ll want to remember those words. Not just you, Kevin Hunter, but all of the ECWF. Wrestling these days is a cesspool. You know it and so does everyone else. That’s why it needs people like us, like Mr. Cross and like Juan and Javier. People that know the value of hard work and respect. People who came up through this business the right way. Damon is the last of a dying breed and we follow in his footsteps. No matter where any of us go, the others are right there. Fight as one, win as one. That’s the law of the streets. Best believe that extends to the ring as well.”
Giving this a figurative moment to sink in, Damon locks on to the camera for the last time.
Damon Cross: ”You’re going to bleed, Kevin. The blood will wash clean your sins as well as the dust from what the ECWF once was. It will be the catalyst for this company’s future. So though you won’t leave Rain of Blood with the gold, you will at the very least have served a purpose. My only request is that you fight me like a man, like a warrior. Make it worth both our whiles, Kevin. Or I’ll have no choice but to embarrass you mercilessly. And you know damn well that I can do it.
Now… say my name.”
Flashing a grin at the camera, Damon nods to his associates, who give their own little farewell salute to the camera before taking their leave alongside him. The camera’s last shot is of the dead man’s hand on the table, and the red chip resting upon the spread.
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Post by Kevin Hunter on May 28, 2022 22:51:34 GMT -6
SCENE "NOTHING PERSONAL... IT'S JUST BUSINESS!" Cameras were placed outside the locker room of both champion and challenger as the anticipation continued to build on just who exactly Maxwell Powers would be brought to ECWF to challenge Damon Cross for the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship. The capacity crowd could be heard cheering as the challenger's door opened and out walked.... Maxwell Powers, himself! A chorus of mixed reactions were heard throughout the building, putting a slight grin on Maxwell's face as Bill Jean quickly stopped him, trying to get a peek in the office before Maxwell slammed the door shut!
BILL JEAN: "Can we get an update or a word with the member of the Merger that will be challenging our World Heavyweight Champion in the first blood main event match? Is it the returning five-time ECWF World Heavyweight Champion, the man that has made more history than we can name... is Kevin Hunter returning for another reign as the ECWF World Heavyweight Champion?"
MAXWELL POWERS: "First of all you need to learn your place around here, country boy! As far as Damon Cross and his ECWF World Heavyweight Championship is concerned, the man that will not only challenger the -- what does he call himself now, The ReDeemer -- but the man behind this door will put an end to the world title reign of that young man! Now that's not me saying that Damon wasn't a great ECWF Champion, because he was... he traveled the entire world with the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship, I mean he took that heavyweight title to new places, places it has never been in its history! Let's see, back where he was born to Lacombe, Louisiana where he took it back to his former Kindergarten school to show all the little children and teachers, just what he did. He even took it back to his High School and College building to show all of them that they could achieve anything they wanted, if they put their hearts into it! Then he took it to Asheville, North Carolina -- to show all of his family and friends. I'm sure he also took it elsewhere like New York City and Tokyo, Japan... but the fact is, he's been champion for how long now?"
Bill seems to do the math, counting. Maxwell looked over at the interviewer with an annoyed look before looking down at his watch..
MAXWELL POWERS: "Over a fucking year! Damn, Billy-boy... you need to get your stats checked about the history around here before you do these interviews... or be fired on the spot! It's bee 427 days that Damon Cross has held the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship HOSTAGE, what has that young man done as our world champion? Write a few message's on social media, try and tell the world that he's the greatest ECWF World Champion, how can you call himself a great champion such as like Eric Donavan, Scotty Paine, Kevin Hunter and so many others was when they proudly held the title, yet Damon holds a title for months without defending it... but that's okay, Billy because tonight in Chicago at Rain of Blood... the reign of the ReDeemer comes to an end and it will be at the hands of..."
Maxwell looked down at his watch once more before looking up to see... Daniel Keegan walking into the camera frame with his bag over his shoulder, a small smirk crept across Maxwell's face. The crowd burst into cheers as Keegan looked over at Bill.
MAXWELL POWERS: "Just the man I've been waiting for, Mr. Keegan... or can I call you Mr Keegz? I'm glad you decided to make your presence felt here in Chicago for the biggest night in ECWF history at Rain of Blood, because this is the night that a new era begins, Damon Cross was a great world champion. but as we all know, there's always a time when a man's reign has gotta end and tonight... it's time for the ReDeemer's reign as World Heavyweight Champion to come to an END! Tonight in Windy City, will be the night the Merger regains the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship... the night yo--"
BILL JEAN: "Hang on just a second, Mr. Powers... is this the man that will challenge Damon Cross for the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship -- is this the man that will tempt blood and sweat to wrestle the richest prize in ECWF away from the ReDeemer?"
The Savage King snickered at the comment from Bill Jean as the crowd cheered, the former Nex*Gen Champion shook his head back and forth, letting out a laugh, Keegan looked over at Maxwell.
DANIEL KEEGAN: "No, no, no... ya see Bill Jean thats why you interviewing morons are so fucking retarded! You just can't see between the lines can you... probably just like Damon Cross, who seems to know just who the hell he'll defend that strap against! Where the fuck is that blondie, Crystal Miller... she's got more brains than you do! Let me spell it out for you, Billy--this is the biggest night in ECWF, no... not because it's StarrCade, but because for the first time in over a year, the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship is going to find a new home! Do you know what that means... do you have any idea what's gonna happen tonight, Damon Cross has been walking around with that title... not even defending the fucking thing, do you really think that's what a true World Heavyweight Champion would do, fuck no... he'd be traveling all over the world from a fucking Bingo Hall in New Your City all the way to the Tokyo Dome in Japan defending that Heavyweight Champion. Instead do you know what Damon Cross is doing... he's on fucking twitter posting lies about being a fighting champion and all, before posting some shit like this, I want the fans to hear about what ReDeemer boy had to say about defending his title tonight..."
Keegan pulled out his cell phone, bringing up his twitter account, showing Bill Jean what the World Champion had posted... | Damon Cross @riseofthelost |
Strong words. But it's easy to talk big. It's MUCH harder to back it up. Reminding the world that you lost the title five times, by the way? It doesn't exactly inspire confidence. You want a shot? You'll have to earn it. Period. This is MY title until I decide otherwise. 03:15 PM - Feb 20, 2022 ...Shaking his head in disgust, Keegan looked at Bill with a look of anger, taking one last glance at his cell phone, re-reading the social media post.
DANIEL KEEGAN: "Ca you believe that motherfucker would say something like that? That's what ECWF wants in a World Heavyweight Champion, a man that talks to a five-time ECWF World Heavyweight Champion, a Hall of a Famer... a fucking LEGEND! If it wasn't for Kevin Hunter, there would be no Damon Cross standign here today as ECWF World Heavyweight Champion, because without the Alpha King there'd be no motherfucking ECWF World Heavyweight Champion! And that's how he wants to talk to a legend like that... a Hall of Famer like the Devil Incarnate! I hope Damon is ready for a Bloodbath, because no matter who it is, the ReDeemer will become the MASSACRED in a very bloody nightmare!"Keegan smiled deviously, looking into the camera as blood began running down the camera lens, Keegan and Maxwell smiled as the camera shifted to a darkness, until a single flame was lit and dropped on a pile of Damon Cross' belongings, a figure watched as the belongings burned before turning around to reveal himself to be... Kevin Hunter, bring the capacity crowd to there feet, exploding into cheers a smile grin formed on the Devil Internate's face.KEVIN HUNTER: "Damon Cross, you've walked around with that ECWF World Heavyweight Championship like you've done something special with it. But the fact is, you haven't done a fucking thing... you've latched onto ECWF like a fucking leech, bleeding this place of it's blood! But that all is gonna end, your tirade over this company is going to come to an end! Do you really think I'm afraid to bleed, Damon... I've bled more than anyone in this fucking place and I ain't afraid to bleed again, expecially when it comes to that ECWF World Heavyweight Championship--a championship that I hold dear to my career, a title that I held more than ANYONE in this fucking company! And after seeing you walk around with that title for months, I cannot allow you to continue to hold that title anymore... no matter what kind of match it is, First Blood... Steel Cage, hell we could go to your fucking backyard and fight, it doesn't matter--It's time that I return for what is mine, it's time I add my name back to the World Heavyweight Championship for a sixth time! Because just like your bones, championship reigns are always meant to be... BROKEN! And your blood is always ready to flow like the Chicago River."
Hunter paced back and forth, his eyes widened, narrowing towards the camera with a look of complete rage as the fire continue to burn behind the Alpha King.
KEVIN HUNTER: "You should have seen this coming, the world should have seen this coming because... my fifth reign as World Heavyweight Champion, did not end the way I wanted it to end, I didn't even get BEAT to lose that ECWF World Heavyweight Championship and tonight I'm gonna take it all back! I'm gonna beat you into a bloody mess, this night for you Damon is going to be more like a bloody fucking NIGHTMARE and when it's all over and your laying face down at my feet, I will be ECWF World Heavyweight Champion for the history making SIXTH time in my career! The problem is your ego has come out, you actually think that your something special but on any given day: Wednesday or Sunday it don't matter, a reign is ALWAYS meant to come to an end and tonight your reign is foretold... your reign is destined to end in a pool of your own motherfucking blood! Just like it's my destiny to become a six time ECWF World Heavyweight Champion! If that means I have to deal with your little family, if I have to deal with your bitch La Lealtad es Todo, then so be it... when it comes down to it, you've got your family and I've got mine! But all I want... All I desire is to be ECWF World Heavyweight Champion again and that's exactly what I intend on becoming for the record-breaking SIXTH time, tonight in Chicago... the fans will get what they want, they will see you BLEED like never before, your family of bitch Loyalty fuckheads ain't gonna be able to protect you from being BURIED the fuck ALIVE! Instead, Damon they'll be forced to watch as you BLEED like the pig that you are... the Devil Incarnate will claim your fucking soul and he will also claim your ECWF World Heavyweight Championship! Prepare for your blood to stain the canvas as the Alpha King reclaims his throne at the top of Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation!"
A sly grin slowly crept across the face of the Devil Incarnate as the crowd let out a roar of cheers from. Hunter glanced back at the flames as they continued to get higher, the smoke floating into the darkness, Hunter turned back to the camera.
KEVIN HUNTER: "Damon, this fire that you clearly see burning behind me... resembles your reign as ECWF World Heavyweight Champion, it resembles the ReDeemer Era burning to ashes! Your reign as ECWF World Heavyweight Champion is BURNING to its final peice of ASH, because right here tonight in Chicago, the Windy City... it all comes to an end, fuck your family of loyality, they can come to Chicago to watch you bleed! It's not gonna matter who you bring out to that ring with you with you, they will witness the ReDeemer bleed... because them being out there, is not gonna save you from your demise as World Heavyweight Champion, Damon... your blood will spill and it will spell your fucking demise! Your reign as the ECWF World Heavyweight Champion will end with BLOOD staining my hands!"
Hunter's grin turned to a cold, callus look as Allie Knight-Hunter, The Reapers Crew, The Hillbilly Reapers and Dead on Arrival emerged from behind the fire, Hunter glanced back at them before looking into the camera as the crowd erupted with a roar.
KEVIN HUNTER: "If La Lealtad es Todo wants a WAR well tonight in the Windy City... on the night Damon Cross' blood will mean the demise of his reign as ECWF World Heavyweight Champion at the hands of the Devil Incarnate! Tonight in the great City of Chicago, the WAR will begin... Loyalty will BURN like your reign as champion, Damon, the war between Loyalty and Chaos will begin with FIRE!"
The capacity crowd continued to roar with cheer as Hunter stepped closer to the camera, his eyes dead focused on the camera.
"AND THROUGH THAT WAR... YOU WILL HAIL TO THE ALPHA KING!" A devious smile formed on Hunter's face as he stepped out of the camera frame. Allie would soon follow behind the Devil Incarnate, leaving The Reapers Crew, Hillbilly Reapers and Dead on Arrival standing in front of the fire watching it burn as if it was Damon Cross's reign as ECWF World Heavyweight Champion as the scene faded to black.
As the hours continue to tick away before the biggest blood war in ECWF over the richest prize in the company, the cameras goes backstage to find Kevin Hunter preparing for his first ECWF World Heavyweight title match since having to vacate the title due to injury, the crowd would erupt into cheers as after what seemed like minutes, Allie Knight-Hunter, The Reapers Crew, The Hillbilly Reapers, The Dragon Slayers and a few other members of the Merger stepped into the camera frame. But it was the Devil Incarnate that glanced into the camera with an intense look.
KEVIN HUNTER "I hope your huging that ECWF World Heavyweight Championship tightly, Damon... I hope your spending your last hours kissing that championship as much as you possibly can... because in just mere hours, I am gonna have the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship and I'm going to have your fucking blood on my hands! My blood runs through this company, not only did I unify the Showtime Championship with that same ECWF World Heavyweight Championship you hold so dearly... I've been a four-time Showtime Championship and when this night is over, after I give Chicago what they want and that's the Bloodbath of Cross... I'll be a six-time ECWF World Heavyweight Championship! You thought you could get out of this night without defending that championship against me, in your own way... I had to earn my shot at that ECWF World title, but what you don't seem to understand... I've earned my fucking spot for years! You've earned your right to be called World Champion, but the fact is since than... since you became ECWF Champion, all you've shown to me and the rest of this roster is that you're nothing more than a fucking chicken shit! You don't wanna defend that title against a man that has built ECWF to what it is today! What you need to know is, you were the World Heavyweight Champion when ECWF had to take a hiatus so it was you that put this company into the fucking ground! You're like a fucking disease, killing this orginazation... a tumor that needs to be cured and tonight I'M gonna be that CURE, injected into that disease... spilling your blood all over Chicago will be that cure, because it will be the end of your tirade as ECWF World Champion!"
Hunter paused for a second, looking at the members' of the Merger before turning back towards the camera.
KEVIN HUNTER: "You want to start a war, Damon, that's fine... I've been through many wars, I've been through blood wars and death wars, it doesn't matter what kinda war you want to have. As far as tonight goes, the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship will find its way BACK over my shoulder and there's nothing you or those loyal ass kissing dogs you have surrounding you can do about it! On this night, Damon your entire fucking world crumbles at my feet... your dreams of being World Heavyweight Champion will be shattered and will become your worst fucking nightmare!"
A slight methodical smirk crept across the Devil's face as he continued to prepare for the match, Allie Knight-Hunter looked over at the Reapers Crew and the Hillbilly Reapers before looking into the camera.
ALLIE KNIGHT-HUNTER: "So Damon wants to introduce his little familia to the ECWF world moments before he's set to defend his ECWF World Heavyweight Champion against his biggest test... that being the Devil Incarnate, my husband... Kevin Hunter? Well allow me, to introduce the ECWF world to the our familia... of course you already know the former ECWF World and World Six-Man Tag Team Champions, the Dragon Slayers... but allow me to introduce you to the Reapers Crew and the Hillbilly Reapers!"
Allie stepped back giving The Reapers Crew and The Hillbilly Reapers room to step forward, turning their attention towards the camera. Shawn Williams looked over at Eric Michaels with a slight smirk as Shawn looked into the camera.ERIC MICHAELS: "La Lealtad es Todo or so that's what they wanna call themselves, as the big man - Kevin Hunter said, you boys wanna start a war... Well, let's start that war, but it won't change the fact that your boss - the ECWF World Heavyweight Champion is about to go down in a pool of his blood! This business doesn't need some godfather-like group corrupting it, so we're here to reap and claim and if that means starting a war with this Loyalty crap... then boys getting ready to step into our warzone, but I assure you boys... you WILL not like the pain and suffering the Reapers bring to you, because it's gonna be agonizing pain and that's pain that neither of you want to go through at the hands of these Reapers! Damon, your tempting fate against a legend, the only five-time ECWF World Heavyweight Champion will make you bleed... before burying you into the ground and TAKING back what he NEVER lost in the first place tonight is the night the Reapers will take what we want and theres not a fucking thing loyalty can do about it, but bow down and hail the only Alpha King of this business!"
Shawn nodded with a smile, looking from his partner to the Hillbilly Reapers, patting Hillbilly Winchester on the chest. Hillbilly Daryl shook his head up and down, violently letting out a loud sheik. Shawn turned to the camera as his smile faded away.
SHAWN WILLIAMS: "La Lealtad es Todo, I want you to remember... you wanted this WAR boys, you wanted to align with your little goodfella wanna-bes against the Reapers, we will be glad to make you FEAR THE REAPERS! For over a year, you've tarnished the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship, a title that has been held by some of the greats in ECWF, but tonight it will all end... your strong hold over discracing the ECWF Heavyweight Championship of the World will come to an end at the hands of the Devil Incarnate... as he regains the title title he never lost, this night blood will flow as you lay broken... beaten and bloodied, looking at the Alpha King hoisting his newly won, ECWF World Heavyweight Championshiphigh above his head... you will know along with La Lealtad es Todo that the reing of terror you had over EVWF is finally over! But just remember Damon, what happens tonight, it's nothing personal... it's just Reaper business!"
Shawn smirked as The Reapers Crew took a step back as a fired-up Hillbilly Reapers lunged towards the cameras. Daryl stood behind Winchester letting a low growl out as Winchester finally broke his silence.HILLBILLY WINCHESTER: "Y'all motherfuckers wanna mess with the bloodline of ECWF... you wanna try and tarnish the night our brother, Kevin Hunter makes history like he's been doing all over the world... you wanna take this to the fucking streets boys, Daryl and I... even these two big bad Reapers with us would love to whoop those ass anywhere y'all want to have it! We all want a blood War... we all want to whoop those asses like they've never been whooped before! But before we bring this war to y'alls front door, the Devil will reclaim what he never lost... our boy will make ya daddy bleed like the bitch that he is and when he's done y'all are draggin' that motherfucker out of the ring... as his blood drips to the ground... the Reapers are gonna do what we do best, we gonna REAP Loyalty! Just remember boys... his blood is your blood, which means when that boy bleeds... y'all boys bleed and when this night is over and y'all are carryin' that boy to the back, y'all boys are gonna realize that ya loyalty don't mean a fucking thing to anyone man, what does mean something is Kevin Hunter taking what he never lost and that's that strap that you have around ya waist... and tonight when that bitch bleeds, he'll have that strap back over his shoulder!"
Winchester and Daryl headbutted one another as the crowd goes crazy, which seemed amuse Hunter who stood behind them smiling at the sight of the Reapers, before stepping between them, coming towards the camera.
KEVIN HUNTER: "As I've said before, Damon... I've bled before and I sure as hell ain't scared to BLEED again... but tonight it's not gonna be my blood staining the streets of Chicago, it's gonna be yours... 427 day, the ECWF fans have had to sit and watch as you carried that title around, calling yourself ECWF World Heavyweight Champion, but tonight it all ends... with the Devil feasting on your blood! It's time that the reign of the ReDeemer BURNS and..."
Pausing the crowd let out a roar of cheers as the Devil Incarnate stepped towards the camera, his eyes deadlocked on the camera and cold look in his face."LIKE A PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES... THE DEVIL WILL RISE! AGAIN!" Hunter's smile slowly faded of his face as he stepped out of the camera frame, Allie smiled looking at the Reapers before following her husband, the capacity crowd burst into cheers, the counting down clock came back up on the television as the hours continued to tick away towards the first blood main event as the scene faded to black.
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