Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 16:08:20 GMT -5
July 24th, 2017
The Ultraviolent Complex - Production Room
“Show me again!” The voice of Zander Blackwood roared.
John, one half of So-Cal’s production team, was currently pinned to the wall with a baseball bat across his throat. His eye was starting to swell and his lip was bleeding. The bearded beauty needed to find his wife and this was the only way he could think to do it. The Blackwood’s didn’t make friends easily so he had no one to help him. He had to go rogue.
Jessie did as she was told, scanning through the backstage footage on the night of June 27th. Zander had watched the attack over and over but it wasn’t giving him any clues. They couldn't see the license plate on the van or where it went after it sped off.
“Rewind it. Where did they come from?” Jessie glanced back at John, as her mascara-filled tears streamed down her face. She sobbed as she played the footage backwards, in slow motion.
The assailants headed backwards around a corner in the parking lot. Zander’s eyes grew wide as the large Rumble-sized man removed his ski mask. His world stopped as he saw a full head of thick, brunette hair on his head. His grip on the baseball bat loosened and John crumpled to the floor. The man was careful to avoid the cameras, his face always hidden.
But it wasn’t Rumble.
“Pause it.” Jessie did as instructed and Zander stepped closer to the screen, examining the back of this man’s head. A small tattoo poked out from the neckline of his shirt. After a few moments something in his brain clicked and Zander bolted out of the room.
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Blackwood-Cult.com
Our King and leader is about to step inside the ring and it’s gonna' be a fucking bloodbath! Everyone is counting Zander out but before his injury, he was on the path to the Ultraviolent championship. He secured his first world title in MWE, putting his total count at eight championships! Rumble may be some giant fatty but he's never faced someone that nearly matches him in size and strength. His weight just makes him that much slower than Zander, which makes it that much easier for our boo to dodge his fists.
Zander would never let Rowan down. Normally his composure isn’t flawless, but this week, he is fighting for his love and nothing is more beautiful. He'll keep his eyes on the prize and take it home to Ro (if she’s alive. OMG *sob*). Also, let's talk about this kidnapping! Rumble is not smart enough to pull this shit off. And that cunt Alex rubs me the wrong way. I would bet my Blackwood-Cult credentials that she had something to do with it. And if Paige finds that out, her composure will shatter. Unless she's a heartless cunt, too.
Our King and leader is about to step inside the ring and it’s gonna' be a fucking bloodbath! Everyone is counting Zander out but before his injury, he was on the path to the Ultraviolent championship. He secured his first world title in MWE, putting his total count at eight championships! Rumble may be some giant fatty but he's never faced someone that nearly matches him in size and strength. His weight just makes him that much slower than Zander, which makes it that much easier for our boo to dodge his fists.
Zander would never let Rowan down. Normally his composure isn’t flawless, but this week, he is fighting for his love and nothing is more beautiful. He'll keep his eyes on the prize and take it home to Ro (if she’s alive. OMG *sob*). Also, let's talk about this kidnapping! Rumble is not smart enough to pull this shit off. And that cunt Alex rubs me the wrong way. I would bet my Blackwood-Cult credentials that she had something to do with it. And if Paige finds that out, her composure will shatter. Unless she's a heartless cunt, too.
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Zander threw the doors of The Plant open. Inside the ring, Andrew Wolfe had Savannah Harper in a choke hold, talking her through the counter she was to attempt.
And standing on the ring apron was ‘Joe’, the man that helped Paige train against Rumble weeks ago. As Zander laid eyes on him in person, he was so filled with rage that he was visibly shaking. No one paid him any attention as he slid into the ring, grabbing Joe by the neck and flipping him inside the ring. Zander delivered clubbing blows to Joe, who threw his hands up as a shield. Andrew knew to stay out of the bearded beauty's way. He stepped back into the corner with Savannah.
“WHERE IS SHE?!” He screamed. Joe did his best to look confused.
“You’ve got the wrong guy!”
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE?"
Zander had a hand on his throat now, staring down into his enemies eyes. Still, Joe managed to lie through his teeth.
“I don’t have your fucking wife.”
The worried husband didn’t have time for this. He reached into his waistband and pulled out a handgun, pressing it against Joe’s forehead. Savannah let out a startled scream and Andrew pulled her close to him. The entire Plant went silent.
“If you don’t tell me where she is, I will spill your brains on this fucking canvas right now.”
As Joe looked up into Zander’s eyes, the glinting metal of the gun between them, he knew that he wasn't bluffing. No paycheck was worth his life.
“There’s an abandoned house in Logan Heights, on 28th. She’s there.”
Drawing back, Zander smashed the pistol into Joe's temple before sliding out of the ring and leaving.
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LosRenegados-US.net
Anyone that thinks Rumble isn’t going to win at SCWW should die. He fucking kidnapped Rowan, which means he also knocked Zander out with one blow. One blow! He’s fucking ruthless and this is his match to lose. Rumble is a fucking beast. He could easily snap that injured wrist of Paige's with his fucking hands. He’s already beat her once. So after he knocks Zander out, he’ll break her wrist and go for the pin. Fucking done. This dude has years of experience inside this ring, more than that gimpy Blackwood loser. He knows what to do to get it done in there. He’s only lost two matches thanks to outside interference. There's no one to help Zander or Paige. Did we also mention he took a life in that ring and now they've lined it with fucking explosives? Rumble won’t just win, he’ll be the only one left breathing.
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Rowan was weak but determined. There was a small window at the very top of the cellar she was in. She was convinced if she could get up there, she could escape. Her right arm hung limply by her side, dislocated from her shoulder and her ribs throbbed. Her kidnappers stopped feeding her days ago. She was too feisty when she was healthy. She’d made it half-way up the stairs twice in her escape attempts.
A few crates and other objects were stacked beneath the window. She’d spent all morning dragging them there. Gingerly, she began to scale her makeshift structure, pausing to hold her ribs and steady herself often.
Then redhead heard yelling from upstairs but she blocked it out. The Trans-Pacific Champion grit her teeth and got to the top of her structure. On her tip toes, she used her fingernail to slowly turn the screws in the window frame.
A gun shot from upstairs. She paused. Then another.
She started unscrewing faster, ignoring the searing pain in her body.
The door handle jerked and the sound caused Rowan to turn. Her structure began to falter. The redhead braced herself for the crash onto the concrete floor, trying to protect her injured arm.
But she never hit the floor.
As she looked up, she saw her husband’s face. He caught her. Zander sunk to his knees holding his wife in his arms.
“Zander,” she choked out, her voice hoarse. “You saved me.”
“Always and forever.” And the perfect couple embraced in a movie-ending kiss.