Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 6:04:41 GMT -5
Osaka arena. One hour after Mayhem had gone off the air.
We come to a live shot of a paranoid Astrid Sedin walking down a hallway. She continues to constantly glance over her right shoulder, not risking the chance of having Killjoy blindside her for the second time tonight. When she reached the single black door marked "Parking Lot" directly above it, she didn't hesitate to push the metal bar forward, opening the door wide enough to squeeze through the opening of the half-opened doorway. She could hear the metal door slam shut behind her and felt a sigh of relief overcome her paranoid mind. She could see a black limousine sitting in front of the pickup area, as it been the one Joshua Samson used to pick her up after every show. As she quickly scurried across the parking lot, she noticed the limousine still had been running, but the limousine driver was nowhere to be found. When she reached out for the door handle to the back seat, it came as a shock when it had been locked. She quickly turned her head around, scanning her surroundings in hope to see the limo driver or even Joshua himself. When she turned back around, she immediately started banging her fist against the tinted glass window to see if Joshua had forgotten to unlock it by mistake.
Then she heard a familiar voice coming from directly behind her. Her expressionless face would indicate that this voice did not belong to Joshua Samson or one of the members of the Samson Family.
The Misfit: Going somewhere so soon, Mrs' Samson?
The voice belonged to the creator and father of Oliver Black and the rest of the Black Asylum. She slowly turned around to face the man behind the chilling voice. The Misfit stood in front of her with his usual smirk on his face. He leaned heavily on the wooden cane he often is seen with. The thickness of his beard had become out of control since his last match in EHWF. There was just something creepy about the way he possessed an awkward smile while wearing khaki pants and a multi-colored Hawaiian shirt.
The Misfit: You look like a hot mess, tinker bell. Perhaps a night inside the Black Asylum help?
Astrid Sedin: Get the hell away from me you smelly old man!
Misfit continued to smile down at a now frightened Astrid. She slowly backed up to the point that her back was now pressed against the limo. The Misfit slowly began to inch his way even closer to her, as reality began to settle in for her. She might have no choice but to trade blows with a man twice her size. He was now standing directly in front of her, his eyes dancing around at every inch of her body. He slowly reached his hand forward, slowly moving towards her frightened face.
Joshua Samson: Get the fuck away from her!
Joshua Samson emerged from behind Misfit, quickly wedging himself between the two of them. He handed Astrid a set of keys to the limo, but never once turned his back on the Misfit. She wasted no time in unlocking the door, tossing her Challenge Championship and duffle bag into the back seat. She turned back towards the two men, who were still glaring at each other.
The Misfit: Aren't you going to offer an old cripple a ride back to the hotel?
Joshua Samson: Go fuck yourself!
The Misfit's calm demeanor changed on a dime when Joshua Samson disrespected him. The creepy smile faded into something more vile and vicious. Something inside him snapped, forcing him to bull rush towards an unsuspecting Samson, shoving him from behind with a force full of rage. Samson's chest bounced off the top of the car door, causing him to have the wind knocked out of him momentarily. The Misfit stood back and watched Samson begin to crumble right before his very eyes. Joshua was now down to one knee with the fist of his right hand clinched heavily against his chest. Astrid saw what happened and immediately picked up her phone and appeared to be typing out a text message for someone. The Misfit came forward once again. This time he leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of the suit jacket Samson had on. He pulled the Anarchy GM closer to him, never once taking his eyes off of him.
The Misfit: Do you think you can throw your weight around against me? I don't work for you, Joshy. You may have a slight pull in power over that locker room, but I am not a puppet to you or anyone else in the EHWF.
The Misfit slowly raised his cane up high enough for Joshua to see it. Astrid would make an attempt to step out from inside the limo, but the Misfit raised the cane higher, as it was now being levitated over the head of Samson.
The Misfit: I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not unless you want me to turn your boyfriend into a human vegetable. The choice is yours, tinker bell.
The Misfit turned his attention back to a now smirking Joshua Samson. The creator of the Black Asylum was caught off guard by what was now staring back at him. Joshua Samson was smiling while looking directly into the eyes of The Misfit. This action certainly was unexpected but wasn't enough to derail him from finishing off what he started with Joshua Samson.
Joshua Samson: You Nick, are a fucking fool for putting your hands on me. Get him, boys!
The Misfit's eyes widened to the sound of multiple footsteps closing in on him. He stood up quickly, his cane clutched tightly in his right hand as he prepared to go to war with it. Three men entered the area and quickly made their identities known as they stepped into the light.
Brooklyn had been the first to reveal himself. He stood near the trunk of the limousine with a smirk on his face. He was the tallest out of the entire group, showing off his well-built physique from underneath his tight fitted black sleeveless muscle shirt.
The man standing towards the front passenger side of the limousine was the shortest out of the three men. His relatively long straight brown hair ran a few inches past his shoulder blades. He was stocky, well built, and kept his facial hair neatly groomed to perfection. When he turned his head slightly to the left towards the man in the middle, no one was shocked to see Chris Crippler standing there. Not after the shit he and Bill Ryder pulled earlier tonight in their match with Lord Raab.
Bill Ryder: Hello, Nicky. It's been a while since the last time we actually sat down and talked. Have you forgotten who the fuck I am? Who are we? If not, perhaps it's time you find out, old man.
The three men slowly began to move around in different directions. The Misfit had no choice but to allow Joshua Samson to crawl out of harm's way. The Misfit knew that the odds were greatly against him. He was well aware that he was fucked if one of them was able to wrap him up long enough for the others to swarm in and eat him alive. He knew that he needed to get the best of the first one that came his way, but he soon realized he made the mistake of turning his back on one of them. Astrid Sedin was still sitting in the open doorway of the backseat while all of this was taking place. The Misfit had been so focused on the arrival of the other three men, he had forgotten about the 'Queen of Anarchy' who was now standing directly behind him. Astrid dropped to one knee directly behind him. She took the first opening she had to deliver the hardest low blow she could manage the gorilla position. The Misfit immediately felt his entire body go numb, giving the three men the perfect opportunity to seize their golden opportunity.
Astrid then took it upon herself to wrap her arms around the legs of the Misfit and hold him in place. Chris Crippler was the first to move in on Misfit, sending a devastating forearm right to the jaw of Misfit. The force of the move was enough to knock him back into Astrid. The momentum pushed both Astrid and Misfit backward into the limo. The three men swarmed him, each of them marking his body with a various punch, kicks, and various hard knee shots. Joshua Samson wisely retrieved Astrid away from all the mayhem, as the two of them headed towards the front of the vehicle and quickly to the opposite side of the vehicle where they entered from.
The Misfit was now down on the pavement as Bill Ryder took a few steps back from the group. He removed his jacket from the upper half of his body. Underneath the jacket, he wore a black t-shirt with the image of a golden skull wearing a crown across the front of it. Above the image, also in gold print was three very powerful words.
The. Bullet. Kings.
Bill Ryder: I warned you that we were coming. Nicky, if you can hear me right now I want to be the first to introduce you to my three brothers.
"Joshua Samson, Chris Crippler, and Brooklyn."
"The Bullet Kings"
Both Chris and Brooklyn pointed their index finger directly at the motionless Misfit. Together, they would pretend to be firing live ammunition directly into the skull of their enemy.
"Pick that piece of trash up off the ground. I have something special planned for him"
Both Chris and Brooklyn grabbed Misfit by each of his arms, picking him up off the ground. Bill began to walk towards them with a look of murder burning in his eyes.
Bill Ryder: "I want to introduce you to Sovereign, Mr. Phoenix. I want to send a message to the Black Asylum and more importantly your son, Oliver Black. I want him to feel what it's like to have something taken away from him. You see, the three of us are going to lift you high into the air and when the time is right, you will be piledriven head first into the concrete beneath you. You boys ready?"
Before Chris and Brooklyn could respond, Joshua Samson resurfaced from the opposite side of the limousine.
Joshua Samson: Guys, you gotta all get in here immediately! Jake just called my cell and said the entire Black Asylum is on their way out here. We need to go now! One of you needs to take the wheel because I have no idea where the limo driving disappeared too. Brooklyn and Chris released their grip on Misfit, allowing him to fall freely to the ground. The two of men headed towards the front of the car where Chris settled in as the designated driver and Brooklyn joined him as the front seat passenger. The parking lot door flew open, leaving Chris no choice but to step on the gas to avoid any chance of the Black Asylum catching up to them. Bill Ryder looked back at the crowd of men that were being led on by Oliver Black.
He looked directly back at the herd of pissed off lunatics who were coming for his head. He decided to show off his immature side by firing off a crotch chop in their direction before turning around and making a full sprint towards the limousine Chris had driven twenty yards down the open lot. Oliver was the first to reach his fallen father, checking on him while the others gave chase to a much faster Ryder. No one could question the stamina and endurance Ryder had built up over the years. He leaped onto the back of the limousine, climbing up the back window and finally making his way through the opening of the sunroof. Right before the limousine turned the final corner of the parking garage, we could see an arrogant Samson rise up through the sunroof.
Joshua Samson: "Fuck the Black Asylum"
He flipped off the group of men that were now all standing around Misfit. The limousine spun off into the shadows while the rest of the Black Asylum attended to their fallen father. T
We come to a live shot of a paranoid Astrid Sedin walking down a hallway. She continues to constantly glance over her right shoulder, not risking the chance of having Killjoy blindside her for the second time tonight. When she reached the single black door marked "Parking Lot" directly above it, she didn't hesitate to push the metal bar forward, opening the door wide enough to squeeze through the opening of the half-opened doorway. She could hear the metal door slam shut behind her and felt a sigh of relief overcome her paranoid mind. She could see a black limousine sitting in front of the pickup area, as it been the one Joshua Samson used to pick her up after every show. As she quickly scurried across the parking lot, she noticed the limousine still had been running, but the limousine driver was nowhere to be found. When she reached out for the door handle to the back seat, it came as a shock when it had been locked. She quickly turned her head around, scanning her surroundings in hope to see the limo driver or even Joshua himself. When she turned back around, she immediately started banging her fist against the tinted glass window to see if Joshua had forgotten to unlock it by mistake.
Then she heard a familiar voice coming from directly behind her. Her expressionless face would indicate that this voice did not belong to Joshua Samson or one of the members of the Samson Family.
The Misfit: Going somewhere so soon, Mrs' Samson?
The voice belonged to the creator and father of Oliver Black and the rest of the Black Asylum. She slowly turned around to face the man behind the chilling voice. The Misfit stood in front of her with his usual smirk on his face. He leaned heavily on the wooden cane he often is seen with. The thickness of his beard had become out of control since his last match in EHWF. There was just something creepy about the way he possessed an awkward smile while wearing khaki pants and a multi-colored Hawaiian shirt.
The Misfit: You look like a hot mess, tinker bell. Perhaps a night inside the Black Asylum help?
Astrid Sedin: Get the hell away from me you smelly old man!
Misfit continued to smile down at a now frightened Astrid. She slowly backed up to the point that her back was now pressed against the limo. The Misfit slowly began to inch his way even closer to her, as reality began to settle in for her. She might have no choice but to trade blows with a man twice her size. He was now standing directly in front of her, his eyes dancing around at every inch of her body. He slowly reached his hand forward, slowly moving towards her frightened face.
Joshua Samson: Get the fuck away from her!
Joshua Samson emerged from behind Misfit, quickly wedging himself between the two of them. He handed Astrid a set of keys to the limo, but never once turned his back on the Misfit. She wasted no time in unlocking the door, tossing her Challenge Championship and duffle bag into the back seat. She turned back towards the two men, who were still glaring at each other.
The Misfit: Aren't you going to offer an old cripple a ride back to the hotel?
Joshua Samson: Go fuck yourself!
The Misfit's calm demeanor changed on a dime when Joshua Samson disrespected him. The creepy smile faded into something more vile and vicious. Something inside him snapped, forcing him to bull rush towards an unsuspecting Samson, shoving him from behind with a force full of rage. Samson's chest bounced off the top of the car door, causing him to have the wind knocked out of him momentarily. The Misfit stood back and watched Samson begin to crumble right before his very eyes. Joshua was now down to one knee with the fist of his right hand clinched heavily against his chest. Astrid saw what happened and immediately picked up her phone and appeared to be typing out a text message for someone. The Misfit came forward once again. This time he leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of the suit jacket Samson had on. He pulled the Anarchy GM closer to him, never once taking his eyes off of him.
The Misfit: Do you think you can throw your weight around against me? I don't work for you, Joshy. You may have a slight pull in power over that locker room, but I am not a puppet to you or anyone else in the EHWF.
The Misfit slowly raised his cane up high enough for Joshua to see it. Astrid would make an attempt to step out from inside the limo, but the Misfit raised the cane higher, as it was now being levitated over the head of Samson.
The Misfit: I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not unless you want me to turn your boyfriend into a human vegetable. The choice is yours, tinker bell.
The Misfit turned his attention back to a now smirking Joshua Samson. The creator of the Black Asylum was caught off guard by what was now staring back at him. Joshua Samson was smiling while looking directly into the eyes of The Misfit. This action certainly was unexpected but wasn't enough to derail him from finishing off what he started with Joshua Samson.
Joshua Samson: You Nick, are a fucking fool for putting your hands on me. Get him, boys!
The Misfit's eyes widened to the sound of multiple footsteps closing in on him. He stood up quickly, his cane clutched tightly in his right hand as he prepared to go to war with it. Three men entered the area and quickly made their identities known as they stepped into the light.
Brooklyn had been the first to reveal himself. He stood near the trunk of the limousine with a smirk on his face. He was the tallest out of the entire group, showing off his well-built physique from underneath his tight fitted black sleeveless muscle shirt.
The man standing towards the front passenger side of the limousine was the shortest out of the three men. His relatively long straight brown hair ran a few inches past his shoulder blades. He was stocky, well built, and kept his facial hair neatly groomed to perfection. When he turned his head slightly to the left towards the man in the middle, no one was shocked to see Chris Crippler standing there. Not after the shit he and Bill Ryder pulled earlier tonight in their match with Lord Raab.
Bill Ryder: Hello, Nicky. It's been a while since the last time we actually sat down and talked. Have you forgotten who the fuck I am? Who are we? If not, perhaps it's time you find out, old man.
The three men slowly began to move around in different directions. The Misfit had no choice but to allow Joshua Samson to crawl out of harm's way. The Misfit knew that the odds were greatly against him. He was well aware that he was fucked if one of them was able to wrap him up long enough for the others to swarm in and eat him alive. He knew that he needed to get the best of the first one that came his way, but he soon realized he made the mistake of turning his back on one of them. Astrid Sedin was still sitting in the open doorway of the backseat while all of this was taking place. The Misfit had been so focused on the arrival of the other three men, he had forgotten about the 'Queen of Anarchy' who was now standing directly behind him. Astrid dropped to one knee directly behind him. She took the first opening she had to deliver the hardest low blow she could manage the gorilla position. The Misfit immediately felt his entire body go numb, giving the three men the perfect opportunity to seize their golden opportunity.
Astrid then took it upon herself to wrap her arms around the legs of the Misfit and hold him in place. Chris Crippler was the first to move in on Misfit, sending a devastating forearm right to the jaw of Misfit. The force of the move was enough to knock him back into Astrid. The momentum pushed both Astrid and Misfit backward into the limo. The three men swarmed him, each of them marking his body with a various punch, kicks, and various hard knee shots. Joshua Samson wisely retrieved Astrid away from all the mayhem, as the two of them headed towards the front of the vehicle and quickly to the opposite side of the vehicle where they entered from.
The Misfit was now down on the pavement as Bill Ryder took a few steps back from the group. He removed his jacket from the upper half of his body. Underneath the jacket, he wore a black t-shirt with the image of a golden skull wearing a crown across the front of it. Above the image, also in gold print was three very powerful words.
The. Bullet. Kings.
Bill Ryder: I warned you that we were coming. Nicky, if you can hear me right now I want to be the first to introduce you to my three brothers.
"Joshua Samson, Chris Crippler, and Brooklyn."
"The Bullet Kings"
Both Chris and Brooklyn pointed their index finger directly at the motionless Misfit. Together, they would pretend to be firing live ammunition directly into the skull of their enemy.
"Pick that piece of trash up off the ground. I have something special planned for him"
Both Chris and Brooklyn grabbed Misfit by each of his arms, picking him up off the ground. Bill began to walk towards them with a look of murder burning in his eyes.
Bill Ryder: "I want to introduce you to Sovereign, Mr. Phoenix. I want to send a message to the Black Asylum and more importantly your son, Oliver Black. I want him to feel what it's like to have something taken away from him. You see, the three of us are going to lift you high into the air and when the time is right, you will be piledriven head first into the concrete beneath you. You boys ready?"
Before Chris and Brooklyn could respond, Joshua Samson resurfaced from the opposite side of the limousine.
Joshua Samson: Guys, you gotta all get in here immediately! Jake just called my cell and said the entire Black Asylum is on their way out here. We need to go now! One of you needs to take the wheel because I have no idea where the limo driving disappeared too. Brooklyn and Chris released their grip on Misfit, allowing him to fall freely to the ground. The two of men headed towards the front of the car where Chris settled in as the designated driver and Brooklyn joined him as the front seat passenger. The parking lot door flew open, leaving Chris no choice but to step on the gas to avoid any chance of the Black Asylum catching up to them. Bill Ryder looked back at the crowd of men that were being led on by Oliver Black.
He looked directly back at the herd of pissed off lunatics who were coming for his head. He decided to show off his immature side by firing off a crotch chop in their direction before turning around and making a full sprint towards the limousine Chris had driven twenty yards down the open lot. Oliver was the first to reach his fallen father, checking on him while the others gave chase to a much faster Ryder. No one could question the stamina and endurance Ryder had built up over the years. He leaped onto the back of the limousine, climbing up the back window and finally making his way through the opening of the sunroof. Right before the limousine turned the final corner of the parking garage, we could see an arrogant Samson rise up through the sunroof.
Joshua Samson: "Fuck the Black Asylum"
He flipped off the group of men that were now all standing around Misfit. The limousine spun off into the shadows while the rest of the Black Asylum attended to their fallen father. T
The sound of a car horn having a seizure played in the background. Chris Crippler was now in rare form and showing off his immaturity. Brooklyn nearly committed suicide five times on the way to the hotel due to the migraine he received on the drive there from a now fired up Chris Cripper.
Chris even tried to turn the limo around and drive back to the arena to see if he could run anyone from the Black Asylum over.
Thankfully, Joshua Samson was able to talk him out of it.
To be continued.
