It was the only word he knew that could describe his emotions. A bubbling, hot rage that was flaring from the pit of his stomach.
He slowly sat up. The sight made him sick. Wrex was celebrating his victory. A victory that had come by pinning him. He couldn’t remember how it happened, but it was over now.
With nimble grace, unexpected of a man of his size, he lept up and howled his displeasure.
Irvings had already scampered. And Wrex, not being a fool, quickly followed. But, B17 was still motionless on the mat.
Ed smiled, thinking of the sadistic ways that he could bring an end of The Crown’s problems. He would be rewarded. Women, women, more women to feed his lust. And violence. He loved nothing more and here was the sacrificial lamb to be had.
He stomped with a heavy thud on the back of Bingo’s head.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Ed was so busy that he didn’t even notice...
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh my god!!!
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA
As Invictus makes way to the back the crowd readies to leave as the show is just about over when a tune everyone knows blares over the loud speaksers, The Crowd begins to roar in approval!
Mr.Sensation looks at the capacity crowd as cheers ring out. Our Hero isn't smiling though he looks disappointed, he adjusts his Salmon (not pink) sport coat and begins to speak.
Our Hero: As a man you have to own up to the things you do. As a man you have to admit when you are wrong, as a man you must walk with integrity, I would rather Die on my feet then live on my knees.
Our Hero: To all of you fans, and to everybody in the back.I am sorry!
Our Hero: Earlier this week OCW released nearly a half a dozen Superstars for P.E.D. A coward will always find a way to justify a cowardly act, in this case many cowards acted in unison. But fear not, K.H.A.S.D.A is on the case and I expect more terminations.
Our Hero: I have failed OCW, but most of all I have failed Turmoil.
Our Hero: But I'm not going to sit here and grand stand and make some elaborate speech or talk about the New Country or The Old Country, the fact of the matter is OCW had Emergency Surgery, we removed the Tumors and we are 100% Cancer free!
The Crowd Cheers!
Our Hero: But rehab is tough, and together we are going to go through it. I owe it to everyone in the back.
Our Hero: So know that next week we are on the path to recovery next week I will undo the wrongs that have been done to Turmoil NEXT WEEK THE ROAD TO TURMOIL 200 KICKS INTO HIGH GEAR!
As Our Hero goes to leave he stops half way up the ramp and looks to be fighting himself internally, he shakes his head no and bolts back to the ring.
Our Hero: In the back they told me to take the high road, they quoted Oprah and told me that it takes a lot of darkness to stop the light but it only takes a little light to stop the darkness, but I ain't Oprah.
Our Hero: When they go LOW I go high enough to drop a MEGATON BOMB ON THAT ASS. Kevin if you please!
Kevin one of the stage hands tosses a bag to Our Hero. Our Hero Mr.Sensation unfurls the bag to reveal the tainted championship. He holds it up High in the Air as the Crowd boos.
Our Hero: This was supposed to be a symbol to all of you in the back that if you work hard and do the write (Get it RIGHT) thing you could get this. But instead its a symbol of hubris, entitlement, and cowardice.
Our Hero: They told me to just let it go, but I'm not Sensitive, I'm a Pisces and my guts telling me that in order to move forward we need closure.
Our Hero: On Tuesday we lost an Icon, a Legend. Tonight we lost NOTHING, we gained hope, unity, hunger and desire!
Our Hero climbs out the ring briefly, and looks for something under the ring. Within a few moments he produces a sledge hammer, the crowd is worked up into a frenzy.
Our Hero: Tonight you saw the denizens of Turmoil perform for you with all the heart in the world, tonight you saw change with Invictus.
Our Hero: And right now your going to see what happens. When you fuck with my good nature.
Our Hero tosses the tainted title on the floor readies up the sledge hammer, he rears back for a mighty blow and swings with the force of 1000 old Puerto Rican Men!
In an instant the title nearly explodes as Our Hero continues to bash it like it stole something from him, all the frustration being let out with every swing, the clang of hammer to metal sends pieces flying everywhere around the ring.
Now satisfied Our Hero tosses the hammer picks up a microphone.
Our Hero: say it with me.
Our Hero & The Crowd: IT"S MY WORLD AND YOUR JUST PAYING RENT!
He scoops up the Tainted Title and launches it at the entrance ramp it lands with a thud further shattering.
Our Hero: Throw that in the dumpster where it belongs and we will See you next week!
The Camera Fades!
Thank You For Your Effort, Your Time And Your Patience!
