1 . 3 . 2010
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Loco Martinez is standing at the bar chatting with T.Rex and Arch
Angel. Each man has a Molson Canadian in their hands. Loco chuckles
and nods. He then takes a quick peak at his newly won "Champion
of the Year" award. Each man has their matching silver suits, looking
nice, and have their blue ties loosened. From across the party we see
the young exuberant face of Madison Seton walking, almost skipping towards
Loco Martinez. She looks like she's having the night of her life as
she comes up to the boys of Anarchy and Loco Martinez and playfully
slugs him in the shoulder.
Coy grin. Devious look. Doors to other banquet rooms. Hallway to lobby. Stairway to havens. Gently pulling by coat-sleeve, coaxing with promises. Supply storage. Bobby-pin removed, lock jimmied. Tabitha: Come on in, Frankie... I bet they have some duct tape in here. Eyes grow wide. Blood rushes downwards. Pulled through doorway willingly. Door pulled shut.
In the midst of the post-ceremony party, various members of the LEGACY roster take part in social interactions all throughout the ballroom, the hotel obviously operating at full capacity now that LEGACY is in town. Entragian stands at the side of Elizabeth Gaunt, listening half-heartedly as she chats with Anastasia Ewing, the two having already delved into a “girl talk” mode from which Entragian would just as soon get away from. Yes, Liz has that “side” to her. As she takes a sip of her bloody mary, Issac runs his fingers over her lower back, and then tips his head towards the hotel bar in the corner, letting Elizabeth know that he’s going to go help himself to a drink. Liz smiles and nods, then turns her attention back to Anastasia, who’s in the process of explaining some new make-up technique that she’s been using lately. Entragian gladly leaves the girls to their chat, and begins to make his way over to the bar. The monster is quite the sight to see as he strides across the ballroom, decked out in his custom black Versace suit with the World Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder. It seems almost like the sea of humanity senses his approach, because a path is cut for him as he makes his way over to the bar, people wanting nothing to do with Issac, several roster members doing everything in their power to avoid his attention. Entragian smirks at this, and as he walks by he sees a few members of the AOD, and he fixes his glare on the beast known as Lucien Gray. Suddenly Gray finds the floor very interesting, dropping his gaze, and Entragian passes by him while laughing a little on the inside. As Issac closes in on the bar, suddenly he sees someone WORTH talking to in this messy clusterf*ck of a party. The man is seated with his back to the room, broad shoulders hunched down low, drinking what appears to be whiskey as though he just wants to be alone with his thoughts with a couple of empties in front of him, not yet cleared by the bartenders. Entragian approaches the seat beside the man, and very carefully he lowers the World Championship from his shoulder, folds it neatly, and places it on the bar top before him. He signals with one finger to the bartender, ordering a glass of absinthe while hunkering down onto the chair. The bartender is quick to deliver the drink, and Issac takes hold of his green spirit, swirling the alcohol within the glass before taking a swig. Entragian turns his head to the man sitting beside him, emerald eyes dancing with malignant cheer. One corner of Issac’s mouth rises in a half-smile as he studies the man who has gone to hell with him on more than one occasion. The Pale Rider: Old friend. It’s been too long. Your face brings back SUCH memories… The muscular individual seated beside Issac cocks his head towards the albino, and we see it’s none other than The Outlaw. Greyson eyes up Issac and gives his drink of choice a look and chuckles for a moment at how fitting a choice it is for LEGACY’s sociopath Champion. The Outlaw turns back to his whiskey for a moment to finish his current drink and order another. The Outlaw: Friend? Right now I don’t think I have friends Issac – alliances yes, and since you have that *pointing to the World Title* which brings back SUCH memories for me - I don’t think you even qualify as my ally at this point. Issac shakes his head a bit, exhaling from his nostrils in a slightly frustrated manner, as though he was expecting that kind of response from his old nemesis. Despite Greyson’s standoffishness, Issac remains undeterred. The Pale Rider: Mmm. I’m sorry to hear that, after all we’ve been through; you still don’t consider us chums. That hurts, right here big fella. Issac taps his chest, right above the heart, a sarcastic smile lighting up his features. The Pale Rider: Oh and THANKS for noticing! *Entragian traces his pointer finger along the faceplate of the World Championship, pride eating up his face* It sure is something, isn’t it? It was a real bargain, only had to beat the living sh*t out of X-Calibur to get it. Fits around my waist PERFECTLY, it’s almost like it was made for jusssst for me. The Outlaw: Did you ever think Issac, that maybe it’s not your shocking antics or even your insanity, but your ARROGANCE that keeps us from being chums? Greyson sighs, and then downs another shot of whiskey. The Outlaw: Just cut the crap Issac, I’m not in the mood for your twisted bullshit tonight; I’ve got a few things weighing heavily on my mind if you haven't noticed. Entragian’s face becomes sympathetic, or as close to sympathetic as his vile features can manage. The Pale Rider: Oh trust me Greyson, I have noticed. I’ve been watching your actions closely as of late, and let me be the first to tell you, I’m a big fan of your work! The things you’ve done in the past few weeks have been monumental, and knowing you like I do, I for one was shocked at the way things unfolded. I get the feeling that the wind of change is blowing within The Outlaw, or should I say…The Bastard? The Outlaw: People can see things however they want
to see them. In that moment I made a choice and I did what I thought
I needed to do. The Pale Rider: I believe you, and I believe that you did the right thing Blade. Other people might not understand, but I do. They saw what you did to Patrick Kidd as WRONG, but trust me, I know wrong, I’m practically the king of wrong, and what you did? It wasn’t wrong, if anything, it was an act of mercy. It was the RIGHT thing to do, and let’s face it, it was the only thing you could have done. The Outlaw: He put me in that position - Kidd - he comes back not at 100% and I'm dragged in to watch his back with VIP on his case, and then he gives me shit about it? It had to stop. Entragian downs another gulp of absinthe, and then he turns back to Greyson, his face grim and honest all at the same time. The Pale Rider: Kidd’s premature comeback needed to be aborted; you KNOW his poor broken carcass would never last in this business, ESPECIALLY in this day and age when you’ve got sharks like me, Yamada, and Garvin running around in LEGACY. I mean, at least it was a friend who delivered that message and ripped him in half, a man who he considered a brother, and honestly I think that means something. It comes down to a question of tough love, some people don’t have the balls to dish it out, and some people do… Issac smirks, leaning a little closer to Greyson, that old sinister light dancing in his eyes. Blade is silent for a moment, actually listening to the monster’s logic. The Pale Rider: Guess we know which of those categories you fall into, don’t we Greyson? You’re the bastard who knows how to make sacrifices for a GREATER GOOD, and even though people may say what you did was immoral, or downright cruel. Take it from me; you did what HAD to be done, with no sugar-coating on top. You've splintered the partnership and without you protecting him, his career is over, but in so doing you’ll be granting him the gift of a life with his family. So touching, and so LIKE the Blade I know… Entragian drops his head, looking into his glass for a moment. The Pale Rider: I could never do something so compassionate. If I were in your shoes, I would take it all away from Patrick, career and family; I’d leave him with nothing. But I have compulsions... When Issac looks up again, Blade meets his gaze firmly, and a sick smile spreads across the albino’s face. The Pale Rider: But I don’t have to tell you that, you know me all too well. And knowing me, you know I have to ask this Greyson, when you tore your friend Patrick Kidd in half with that Killshot, how did it make you feel? In that moment, what emotions assaulted you? Issac’s eyes grow inquisitive, as though he is sublimely interested in whatever Blade’s response to this question may be. Blade pauses but then decides to humor Issac, speaking honestly as he runs his thumb along the edge of his whiskey glass. The Outlaw: In that moment - cathartic - it felt good to finally not hold back. Entragian seizes on this statement, his eyes growing wide and animalistic. The Pale Rider: I can relate Greyson, I really can. That blast of adrenaline, it’s pure bliss, I can’t get ENOUGH of it. I felt it when I drove X-Calibur into my knee to win the World Title. I felt it when I almost snapped Justin Moreno’s ankle. Don’t you see, we’re nearly the same, you and I! I hope one day you recognize that, think of the things we could do to this company if one day we stood side by side… Entragian trails off; looking at Greyson with his eyebrows slightly raised as Greyson turns to him putting down another empty glass, and gives a quick look to his phone before looking back to Issac. The Outlaw: Forget it Issac - it's not going to happen, and if it did, it would never last. I respect you enough that I might be able to overlook the fact that you're a sadistic sociopath but I don't "get off" on the violence. I could put aside our "stylistic" differences - that PPV entrance really did get them talking didn't it? Yet, there is one thing we both want more than anything in this world and that is to be World Champion - and there can be only one Issac. Entragian smiles wickedly almost admitting that Blade "has him" there. The Outlaw: Right now that's you, and because of my respect for you - I will actually root for you in the coming months as you defend that title, because one day, sooner or later, you and I are going to step into the ring again, and when we do I could think of nothing better than for that one precious thing to be on the line, but until that time ... enjoy being the king ... and have another for me. The Outlaw tosses some bills on the bar, and slips out of his seat. The Outlaw: I have some very important people to meet. Entragian is momentarily surprised by Blade’s statement that he’ll be “rooting” for him, but then his composure returns, his eyes growing dark and accepting. The Pale Rider: I can imagine who those people are, and if my guess is correct, they’re good people to have around you right now. And trust me Outlaw, I look forward to the day we go to war again just as much as you, I’m sure it will prove to be a day for the ages. Suddenly Liz approaches Issac from behind, placing her hand on the monster’s shoulder while watching Blade with baleful silence. Entragian takes another sip of his drink, and then he offers Greyson a respectful nod. The Pale Rider: So long, Blade. Greyson returns the nod and heads off into the crowd, while Liz hops up into Greyson’s recently vacated seat, gazing at Issac curiously. Elizabeth Gaunt: What was that all about? The Pale Rider: Just catching a little catching up darling. Reminiscing about the old days… Entragian’s haunted eyes fall down to the World Title before him, and a look of such vehement obsession crosses his face, and it’s this deranged expression that the scene cuts on.
Walking out of the madness, Diego de Cardenas lifts his Negro Modello to his mouth and takes a swig with one hand, loosening his bolo tie with his other hand. Turning the corner, Diego tries to find some solace and a place to sit away from everyone else, but what he finds is a group of chairs and a couch, a spot not completely undiscovered - as Gryffin Anselm occupies one of the chairs. Figuring it would be alright, Diego plops down on the couch and reclines, taking up all three spots. Diego de Cardenas - 'Sup Gryff? You look like you're having a GREAT time. The sarchastic remark from Diego gets a chuckle from Anselm, who wasn't entirely sure what to expect from a former opponent. Gryffin Anselm: Jess is off powdering her nose, so I figure'd I'd get away from the madness... which I suppose is what you're trying to do as well. Diego nods and takes another sip of his beer. Diego de Cardenas - You get somethin' to drink? Bar's not FULLY stocked, but they got a lot of options. Anselm nods and raises his arm which was previously hanging down to the side of the chair, showing a Michelob Ultra Amber. Gryffin Anselm: Yep. So where's Hannah? I heard you two were back together. A quick nod and a half shrug from Diego. Diego de Cardenas - She wasn't really in the mood to come to all this. She don't always like big crowds of people - makes her feel a bit claustrophobic. Go figure - she feels fine at the arenas... something about the tall ceilings and proximity of other people or somethin'... Gryffin Anselm: We gonna see more of her in 2010? Diego de Cardenas - She IS thinking about posin' for Playboy... A delayed toothy grin from Diego shows that he knows that's not what Gryffin means. Gryffin Anselm: Well I'm sure that'll be a hit... but she does well for you when she's in your corner... and not for nothin', but you could use a little more providence out there... Diego gives a half-hearted shrug nod response. Diego de Cardenas - Maybe... but the bitch boys I've got in my sights, I'm not gonna need any extra assistance... least not from her. Gryffin: Thinking about gettin' back into the tag division? It IS heating up... Diego - Givin' it some thought, yeah. At least for one match. Gryffin: Hector gettin' all healed up? It'd be nice to see you two back in action. After taking another sip, Diego shakes his head slightly side to side. Diego - He had some set-backs... Frustrates the hell outta me every time I see Davis and Ledge. Jessica Stevens shows up and stands next to Gryffin's chair. Jessica: Babe, I ran into John... I think he'd like to talk to you. After nodding, Gryffin stands up and addresses Diego again. Gryffin: Well, I'm sure you'll find yourself a good partner. Diego nods and then watches the duo as they walk off, taking a sip from his beer and slowly nodding.
Standing near the top of a large staircase, Andrew Kelley holds a microphone towards an older caucasian gentleman - obvious by his gray hair with streaks of black in it. The man stands firm and tall, flanked by three individuals - an auburn haired white guy, a dirty-blonde haired white guy, and a very tall guy with caramel colored skin. Andrew Kelley: Paul Saunders Sr here with his three sons - Paul Jr, Harrison, and Big Boyd... I'm told that we're going to see The Saunders Family debut soon in LEGACY. Paul Saunders Sr: That's right, Mr. Kelley. My boys here have been born and raised to be great competitors at any pursuit they target. The values I raised them with - the values consistent with the United States Armed Forces - are the foundation to what will be a great career in the wrestling business. Their natural physiques and mental toughness will help them rise through the ranks in LEGACY and be successful. Andrew Kelley: Are there any particular plans you have in mind? I'm assuming that you're going to be a strong presence here in LEGACY as their manager? Paul Saunders Sr: You can be certain that I will be here, influencing my sons, helping guide them to make the right choices and to ensure that outside influences don't ruin the hard work and discipline I've instilled upon them. As for plans, nothing specific is in the works as of now, but we do intend to compete as often as possible to show the LEGACY fans what we're capable of. We're here tonight to scout potential future opponents and to acclamate to the world of professional wrestling. Andrew Kelley: Well I've heard that at least one of your sons will be competing at STRIFE 59, so I look forward to seeing how he does. Paul Saunders Sr: Thank you, and that will be all, Andrew. My sons need their rest. Extending his arm and shaking Andrew's hand, Paul Sr then makes his exit, followed closely by dirty-blonde haired Paul Jr, then by "Big Boyd". Before the auburn-haired Harrison can walk off, Andrew reaches out and touches him on the shoulder. Harrison turns around, gentle-faced and apparently open to discussion, the third Saunders son addresses the interviewer. Harrison Saunders: Is there something else? Harrison looks down the stairs, watching his family walk towards the lower floor, and Andrew does the same, his eyes narrowing before meeting the gaze of Harrison again. Andrew Kelley: It's just... Boyd. I can't help but notice that he's... a little different than you and Paul... A pleasant smile forms on Harrison's face, and he lays a gentle hand on Andrew's shoulder. Harrison Saunders: He is... but all in due time, Andrew. All in due time. Keeping their eyes locked for another couple moments, Harrison then turns and walks down the stairs, moving quickly with agility to catch up with his family.
Seated at a table inside the awards banquet room, the International Incident are in the midst of discussion with Carter Franklin. Allen Franks: You know how people saw the two of us the first few months we were here. Neither of us was winning matches, and so most people din't want to give us the time of day. I teamed up with Jerry Starr, we won some matches, and suddenly people wanted to talk to me? It was nice, on one hand, but they just seemd disingenuous. Mostafa Bashir: They were fakes. I heard them after they walked away from talking to Allen and Jerry. They just wanted spotlight, to attach to people who might be champions. Carter Franklin: Yeah, I definitely saw a lot of that going around. Allen Franks: And you saw how Jerry Starr and "Calgary Carl" acted. They were clowns who didn't value hard work. That's something Mostafa and I have in common. We like to work for what we have. We value accomplishment through preparation. Carter Franklin: Well you two have been successful recently... Mostafa Bashir: That is not coincidence. People underestimate International Incident, but that is not the only reason we are a success. We are a great team, and in 2010 we continue to prove it. Allen Franks: Yeah, the V.I.P. might've been voted "Team to Watch", but with our victory in that three-way tag at Darkest Days? That's all the proof we need that WE are the ones to watch. Carter Franklin: It was a great one, for sure, and if there hadn't been some technical difficulties, it might've warranted some serious talk for Match of the Year... I mean, it wouldn't have won because there wasn't anything significant on the line, but it might've come in fourth. Mostafa Bashir: If LEGACY were smart, they would put it on the DVD on LEGACY Merch. Allen Franks: If you can do something to make that happen, Carter, we'd appreciate it. Giving a slight shrug and a nod, Carter responds. Carter Franklin: I'll see what I can do - you guys deserve it.
At the front of the reception room we see Laura Seton, wearing her version of 'dress up' of a white woolen sweater with black pants and black closed-toe shoes, with her hair down and bangs clipped away from her face. She stands alongside LEGACY's favorite intern reporter Avery George. "Intern" Avery George: I have to congratulate you on an incredible year, Ms. Seton. Laura: Thank you very much, Avery. Avery: I don't think you'll have any less success this coming year either. I really look forward to seeing what you can accomplish, just like the fans. Laura: Well, I appreciate that. I hope you have success too! You're finally getting a full-time job, right? I mean, you honestly can't be an intern forever. Avery: Yeah, well... As Laura looks out into the crowd, she smiles, noticing the tanned figure of her sister Madison moving about and apparently having a great time. However, this changes as Laura sees what's in Maddie's right hand; the beer she had swiped earlier, though the contents of the glass are now considerably lower. Laura's eyes bug out and she seemingly brushes Avery aside. Laura: Excuse me, I have to go. Though she keeps her composure, it isn't hard to see she's quite upset. She walks on a quick pace towards Madison and catches up to her. Laura: Put...the beer...DOWN!! Madison tries acting the innocent but Laura's gaze grows colder with each passing second. Madison places the glass on a table. Laura speaks sternly. Laura: What are you doing? Madison: Having fun! Laura: And that?? (She nods towards the glass.) Where did you get it? You know you can't drink. Madison: I haven't touched it. And it's none of your business. Laura puts her hands on her hips in disbelief. She eyes Maddie up and down. Laura: Let me smell your breath. Madison holds still for a couple seconds as Laura holds her gaze. Maddie leans in nervously and breathes. Laura's face shows distaste as the warm, alcohol-rich breath hits her face. Laura: Madison Megxette Seton! How COULD you!? To her credit, Laura continues to hold her composure, but yeah, she's pretty ticked off. Laura: You're being recruited by huge schools. You're on national TV right now! Do you NOT know what this can do?? Do you NOT realize this could cost you a scholarship? This is extremely immature and irresponsible! Madison: Excuse me for having a beer. It wasn't even a full glass! I'm not drunk. Laura: Doesn't matter. Madison: So I'm stupid. Laura: I never said that. Madison: Doesn't really take a genius to figure that's what you meant. Don't be such a b*tch. Laura: And now you hate me. Madison: Didn't say that. Just saying... Laura: Okay, stop. (she has a deep breath) I think we have a slight misunderstanding here. Let's not let our emotions take control so we say things we don't mean. You're not stupid. Madison: And I don't hate you. Laura: Exactly. I WILL say I'm disappointed, BUT....this is a party and you're having a good time. I don't want to ruin that anymore so, I'm sorry. There's an awkward moment of silence before Madison smiles and nods her head, apparently accepting the apology. Laura: I assume you want to stick around longer? Madison smiles a bit wider and nods again. Laura: Go back to what you were doing then...(Madison reaches for the beer glass but Laura stops her hand)...and no more beer.
After receiving the text from Adam Davis, The Outlaw made his way from the bar and headed towards the parking garage. As the elevator arrives at his floor, he steps out into the wintery, cool air of the garage with a shiver. He takes a few steps forward and begins looking around a bit, looking around for Ledge and Davis, but finds nothing and he begins to call out to them as he walks further down past a few cars in the relatively unused floor of the garage. As he begins to reach the far end of the garage towards the other elevator he hears it moving up and, he stops, his shadow cast ominously on the cold concrete floor as he’s bathed in the soft orange lights. There is a loud “ding” as it arrives at his floor and the door opens, and suddenly someone flies out of the elevator, hits the side of a car, and slams face down in the concrete, and quickly behind the body Adam Davis and Ledge emerge from the elevator. Adam Davis: Time to care of business Greyson – it’s time WE finished this. Ledge moves up to the victim trying to push himself up on the concrete only for Ledge to bury a stiff kick into his ribs, sending him rolling over, and Blade now sees Kidd trying lift his head up and get up, but Davis stomps him in the face, knocking him right back down. Ledge: I know it's a little late, but we got you a Christmas present sorry it’s a little late. Check it out... The camera focuses in on a long package that Ledge has been carrying under his arm and he hands to The Outlaw, who turns his back from the action and looks the package over a moment before finally removing the shiny wrapping paper while and Davis pulls Patrick up from the floor after giving him a few more kicks. Adam Davis: Now, I wonder what he might find? Could it be? The Outlaw turns around with a smirking smile, his eyes looking up and down the length of the sledgehammer he holds in his massive fists. Ledge: Oh … it is … from us to you big guy. Welcome to the VIP. The Outlaw walks towards Kidd, his grin growing wider with each step as he moves over to where Kidd tries to struggle, but Ledge blasts him in the back of the head, and his head hangs as he remains in VIP’s control with Davis speaking down at him. Adam Davis: To think it wasn't Goeren or Murphy or any of the countless monsters but ... the true hero that finally put an end to your sad tale ... The Outlaw arrives in front of Kidd and stops, for a moment placing the sledgehammer over his shoulder. Before he finally went through this "act of mercy" he had a few words for his "friend". He spoke coldly, but the anger was pungent in his words. The Outlaw: Greyson Blade and Patrick Kidd - The Outlaw and The Spirit of OPW - the best of friends. Friends? Well one of us tried - the other was nothing but selfish - a parasite. I should have seen it all the way back in OPW and after I beat you in Tortured Souls I should have never looked back. Time and time again you've chosen the business and jealousy over the family from taking matches with me to get to Murphy to blindsiding me with a steel chair and ruining my title victory celebration because you couldn't accept that Linda chose the better man - me. You set off a war that ripped our family apart and like a fool I STILL took your ass back. The Outlaw stops for a moment feeling a bit of righteous rage. The Outlaw: Now fast forward to LEGACY and you decide to give me and the family a another big "screw you" by hauling your half-broken carcass back into the ring, and it went from you asking me to fight you to your expectation that I be your goddamn babysitter and watch your back while you cost me matches? You were right, at Darkest Days I made a choice and I chose the business over family just like you have done time and time again, but when I dropped you with that Killshot I decided to stop being used. With that Blade gets down on his haunches and he grabs Kidd mockingly by the jaw to pull his head up to look at him like he would a small child. The Outlaw: I decided to stop carrying your sorry ass. With that Blade chuckles for a moment and looks up to Davis and Ledge with a smile before getting back up to a standing position. He turns his back for a moment as he speaks allowing Davis and Ledge to bring Kidd back to his feet. The Outlaw turns around and gets a good look at the damage. Kidd's lip and nose are bleeding and it looks like his eye is swollen from a few nasty shots. The Outlaw: Believe me when I tell you this Patrick, I didn't want it to have to be this way, forced my hand, and now, I have other choice. Well maybe it's like Issac said, what I'm about to do? It's an act of mercy so that you can spend some quality time with your family - oh and when you get home tonight, give them an extra hug from me and tell them ... they're welcome. The Outlaw's cold gaze locks on Patrick Kidd he rears back and in that
instant he locks in on Kidd's face. The man who helped him raise and
take care of his little girl - The man who attacked and fought him out
of jealousy - The man who asked him for a match out of respect. It happens all so quickly but for The Outlaw it seems to all be in slow motion as his massive arms swinging the sledgehammer forward with incredible force slamming it home into his target ... Adam Davis. The Iceman, blindsided by the shot to the ribs falls crumples over his ribs on fire the wind completely knocked out of him, as Ledge flinches back in shock, which was all of the delay The Outlaw needed. With that same explosive rage he showed at Darkest Days, he lashes out at Ledge slamming the hammer into his midsection as well. Blade drops the hammer momentarily and pulls a gasping Davis back to his feet, and tosses him head first like a battering ram into the concrete wall of the garage. Adam slumps, a few patches of crimson forming on his forehead from the impact. He doesn't move. The Outlaw then turns his attention to Ledge who tries taking a swing at The Outlaw, but Greyson knees him in the side of the head before pulling him off and sending him shoulder first into one of the pillar supports, menacingly targeting that old arm injury. Ledge stays down in obvious intense pain, and like that it was over with Kidd sitting on the concrete with Blade standing above him, breathing heavily as his heart pounded like mad. He finally took a moment and reached down, picking up his hammer, and turning to Kidd. The Outlaw: Look, I don't know what hell we are right now ... but I can't take my brother's career ... let's get out of here. Greyson reaches his hand down to Kidd, helps pull him back to his feet, he gives Kidd a nod, and turns to go but Kidd pulls him back for a moment. Kidd: I guess I should say "thanks" but I don't need any of your pity. With that Kidd springs to life, kicking Blade and in a flash PLANTING him into the concrete with a Crimson Tide DDT! With a grunt Kidd manages to get back to his knees, and grabbing the sledgehammer from where Blade dropped it, he pushes himself up, and holds it menacingly over Blade who lies with his hands clutching his forehead from the shot. He rolls enough to see what Kidd is doing, and once Patrick is sure Blade can see him standing with the hammer over him, Kidd relaxes. Kidd: Well since it seems we both "chose the business" I guess you won't be too upset with the choice I made earlier today. I spoke with Mr. Belote, about a match - and I'll be seeing you and Adam Davis in the ring next week. It's going to be a triple threat match. Here VIP thought it was going to end tonight? For all of us, it's only just beginning. With that Kidd turns and with a limp he begins trudging away from the carnage, using Greyson's sledgehammer as a crutch, casting a long shadow in the orange light as he makes his way back towards the elevator. |
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