The camera pans to the OCW headquarters in New York City. Inside the building, security guards are laid out all over the floor.
A hooded lady makes her way over to the receptionist. The receptionist is an Asian lady just doing her job, she looks petrified. The hooded lady is not on her own as a tall masked man follows her from behind.
The hooded lady begins to speak.
Hooded Lady: "Unless you want that to be you. Tell me right now, which floor is Tiffany Sensation on!?
Scared Receptionist: "She's on the 18th floor, you need a key to activate that level though."
Hooded Lady: "Do you have the key?"
The scared receptionist without any hesitation hands over the key to the hooded lady.
Hooded Lady: "I now want you to lock the building down so no one can get in or out."
The receptionist doesn't move as the fear has consumed her.
Hooded Lady: "NOW!!!"
Scared Receptionist: "Sorry, I am so sorry. Doing it now."
The scared receptionist locks down the entire building which means no one can enter or leave. The hooded lady looks at the masked man.
Hooded Lady: "Go lock her in that cupboard over there."
The masked man grabs the scared receptionist, she starts screaming for help. The masked man opens up the cupboard and throws the scared receptionist into the cupboard. He locks the door and joins up with the hooded lady by the lift.
The both of them enter the lift as the hooded lady puts in the key by the terminal and presses the 18th floor. The lift starts to go up.
The hooded Lady takes off her hood, the camera zooms in to reveal it's none other than Alex Robinson and the masked man must be the Butcher.
Alex: "Good work. We're almost there."
The camera slowly begins to fade out as we go back to Charles Scaggs and Al Poling who are sitting at ringside.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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What the hell! |
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Take matters into yoru own hands |
Xtron Flickers On!
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God dammit man thats not right! |
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HAHAHA I LOVE IT! |
Sophia walks down the arena hallway after another successful title defense. She smiles as crew members greet her with congratulations. As Sophia continues to walk she lets out a sigh of relief and almost on cue is blindsides as a figure slams into her back sending Sophia and the camera man crashing into the wall. Only grunts and cries are heard as the cameraman tries to gather himself and document the scene.
As the camera is focused Holly Hunter has Sophia in a full mount delivering vicious rights and lefts. Sophia is still putting up a fight but in this position and Holly’s size advantage she has no chance. Holly delivers a few more strikes before security grabs her by the arms and remove her from the mount position.
Holly: I said the eye of the storm was coming!
Holly tries to push forward but security has her restrained. Sophia is trying to gather herself and pushes away a crew member who tries to help her.
Holly: It’s here for you Sophia! Everywhere you go, everything you do you are going to have to look over your shoulder. There is no escape, only the calm silence before the destruction.
Holly: Daddy won’t be able to save you. Yes, I know who daddy is. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to bury you right next to your dead buddy Versus.
Security is able to forcefully push Holly away as she continues to speak nonsense. Sophia is now sitting with her back against the wall she was just thrown into. Assessing the situation.
???: Need a hand?
Sophia looks up and nods as a hand is extended to help her up. It is none other that Nate Ortiz.
Nate: She’ll get hers…
Sophia nods as Nate picks up her championship and hands it to her. The scene fades as the two champions have what looks to be a serious conversation.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Looks like a Hurricane is coming! |
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Oh you! |
H20 VS Paul Pugh
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Never have I witnessed something like this! |
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JAYSUZ |
Sid Harrison prowled the backstage. Without direction he stalked from dark corridors to the parking complex. Still fueled by unsettling rage his intent was unclear. He found a column of brick and smashed his fist into it. The brick cracked, leaving behind a crater of splintered disdain.
A few drips of blood wept from his unnoticed wound.
The click of boots on the stone floor alerted him to an approaching stranger.
Click...Click...Click…
The footfalls were steady, unthreatening.
Sid looked up to find Austin Lee.
They stared each other down. Harrison tensed his neck and cracked it. Lee just nodded his head.
Sid noticed a black and yellow shirt in Lee’s hand.
Lee threw it to him without a sound.
Catching it with his bleeding hand, Sid let the blood soak into it before unraveling it to reveal an yellow Invictus logo, now splattered with blood. Lee motioned with his other hand to his chest and pointed at his own Invictus logo over his heart and then nodded.
Sid closed let a fresh batch of rage wash over him. Steeled himself, let the emotions crash their way through his thoughts, but then opened his eyes calmly. Taking the shirt he pulled it over his own.
Resting over his heart was the Invictus logo. The blood had only seemingly highlighted the growing strength of the faction.
Sid looked back to Austin and nodded.
The once well lit parking lot was plunged into darkness.
A new sound was heard in the distance. Firm footfalls were coming from the far side.
The lights flickered back into life, but the light was broken and uncommitted to breaching the deep shade of midnight black.
Through the flickering lights B-17 appeared. Austin looked on bemused. Sid just watched intently.
Eventually B-17 stood just a few feet away. He looked both men in the eyes in turn. He nodded at Austin, then Sid. Then he turned his back on them both and raised both arms to stretch his jacket wide. The Invictus logo was made for an eerie sight among the dancing lights. B-17 used both of his thumbs and motioned to the logo.
Invictus.
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INVICTUS! |
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Ooof! |