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Then just as Fox had finished his tirade, the lights cut out, engulfing the arena in darkness. The crowd popped as something exciting usually happened when the lights go out simultaneously. Then in the darkness a slow raspy chuckle, broke through the void. A few moments later and the lights returned to greet the audience with the Violent One perched a top the turnbuckle.



Sitting a top the turnbuckle with his forearms resting on his knees, Johnathan stared at the back of Fox's head, a sinister sneer to go along with his piercing white eyes. It would only take Fox a moment to realize who was now inside the ring with him. Tightening his grip on the mic he raised it to lips to address his target.

"Cast you out? No... That's inevitable.. This isn't about me wanting to end your career. You've already made that choice, I'm just looking to cash in on that I.O.U."

The crowd popped as Riker spun Fox's own word about I.O.U. around.

"You see Foxy I've never really beaten you one on one, and how I see it I still owe you a beating."

The crowd popped once again as Riker pushed off from the turnbuckle and took a couple steps towards his oldest rival. His mannerism made seem as through Riker was just mere moments from snapping. Through if anyone was familiar with Riker he always seemed like that.

"However I can see it in your eyes Foxy. It's that same look you had four years ago. Not only in your eyes I can see it in just how you carry yourself. You've giving up. You've lost all hope in that you've cemented your legacy."

Now the crowd grew silent. Riker was creeping into a personal territory, a place few wrestlers do anymore.

"You're worried no one is gonna remember you. That once your gone, it be like you never existed. However again this isn't me wanting to cast you out. But to give you want you want. You think I've already casted you out, your mistaken. If that was the case I wouldn't even be standing here. I'm offering you a shot to immortalize you career. I'm offering you one last chance to be the last one."

The crowd popped as Riker referenced the last time the two were in a ring together in the Every Last One match in GWWF.

"Face me Foxy, try and prove that you should've been GWWF's last champion. Try and prove those wins over me weren't a fluke. Prove to me that you can still scrap. So I'll say it again. Accept my challenge, or force me to make you.."

Now Riker was just a few inches from Fox's face as he seemed to burn a hole through him with his cold piercing stare.

Riker stood his ground as Guy stepped closer.His white piercing eyes never once leaving Guy's confident gaze as he he brought up past events that he found himself fond of. Riker however found no joy in Fox's reminiscing, and the stern look in his eyes and mouth showed it. Then once those four words escaped Fox's lips, Riker knew right then and there that this match was gonna happen. Now Riker had to give the fans a reason to order the Hardcore Harvest Pay-Per-View. Raising the mic to his mouth Riker replied with a smirk that screamed bad intentions.

"Good.."

Showing no hesitation and in accepting Fox's terms, the crowd popped. The Riker took a step forward, narrowing his eyes and leaning in closer to Fox's face, almost as if he was examining it.

"Only there is one problem... I don't really think you want it. Even if you did pick a match hand crafted to guarantee you a victory. Passed this facade of confidence and self-righteousness, that you sickeningly try to portray to these people, I can see your true feelings. Even with two wins on me you know this is it. I can see it in your eyes... You lack whatever confidence you had back then and I can't have that..."

Riker paused as the crowd hung on every word, waiting for Riker to get to his point.

"I can't have you at anything less then one hundred percent, cause when the dust settles I don't want any doubt that I am the better man. So I'm gonna remedy you lack of motivation..."

Riker stopped as he lowered the mic, as the crowd began to rumbled with anxiety. Then suddenly Riker exploded and nailed Fox over the head with the mic. Sending The Fox backwards and to his a**. Completely caught off guard from the shot, Fox head was instantly spinning. The years of not wrestling have shown not only in his physical looks but how he moved about the ring and reacted to attack. The crowd exploded as Riker fired the first shot in the this reignited feud. However this was not over, Riker quickly followed Guy to the canvas, kneeling over Guy and raining down a flurry of rights to the skull of his heated rival.

Guy's only option at the moment was to cover up and ride out this storm.

After a few moments Riker began to break through Guy's guard and was landing some hard rights.

Survival mode kicked in on Fox and he scrambled for an escape. Quickly crawling out the ring and landing on his feet on the outside. Guy struggled to keep his balance as he tried to get a stride going to run away from the assault.

However Riker was hot on his trail, sliding out the ring after Fox, and chasing him down. Coming up behind him Riker grabbed a hand full of Fox's hair and directed him knees first into the steel steps.

The impact on the steps, caused Guy to flip over the steps and tumble on the lightly padded floor on the other side. Now tending to his knees as he still tried to escape immediate danger.

Johnathan wasn't gonna have that. "Come on Fox I don't see it yet! Show me that fire!" Riker demanded as he stalked Guy around the ring. The crowd was loving this roaring and cheering on the events playing out.

Approaching Fox, Riker crouching down in front of the hurt Fox and grabbed his mutten chops with both hands, as he stared into his eyes shaking Foc's head from side to side in frustration. "COME ON! I WANT THAT SPARK!" Riker then slapped Fox one good time before pulling him back to his feet by his facial hair.

Guy was hurting the flurry of rights, the knees into the steel steps. It had been a minute since Fox had since action like this and so he wasn't use to it as much anymore.

Once Riker got Guy to his feet He then pulled him by his facial hair and flung his head into the steel post, and then the apron, and then finally rolled his old Rival into the ring. At this point the crowd was well into the attack. Small Riker's Back! chant broke out as Riker began to circle around the outside of the ring, making his way to the timekeeper's booth. There Riker claimed a steel chair. He raised it up for the crowd to see before folding it up and making his way around the ring once more. The whole time Riker mumbling to the fans as he walked passed them. "I don't see it.. I don't see it." Shaking his head as he referred to the man in the ring.

At this point Guy was starting to push himself off the mat, trying to get to a knee at least.

Riker then threw the chair into the ring and soon followed after it, sliding in under the bottom rope. See Guy crawl to the ropes in another attempt to escape, Riker charged forward sending a couple of boots into the man's ribcage. Halting his escape for a least a few more moments. Quickly Riker picked up the chair and head back for Fox, he placed a hand under his chain as his groggy rival slowly climbed back to his feet with the help of the ropes. "COME ON FOXY! WHERE'S YOUR DRIVE!" Then Riker cocked the chair back as far as he could and let it fly. Slamming against the top of Fox's dome. The impact was so fierce that the it dented the bottom plate of the chair and caused the back plate to fly off completely. The crowd ooo'd with shot, not having seen a shot with so much impact in awhile.

Fox's reaction to the shot was perfect as well, once after impact, Fox's whole body straightened up his eyes turned to a thousand yard stare and and simply toppled over like a tree in the forest, laid out cold by the shot.

Now the Riker's Back! chants intensified and grew louder. As Riker stood over Fox, mangled steel chair in hand, his cold uncaring gaze upon the back of Fox's head. After a moment of living in the moment, Riker looked to the crowd and then with a smile, unfolded the chair and placed it in the middle of the ring. He then headed back over to Fox and grabbed a hand full of hair once more, he slowly drug Fox's dead weight to the chair. He then struggled to lift the unconscious man into the chair and set him in it like the body from Weekend at Bernie's. Standing behind Fox as he sat unconscious in the chair, Riker rubbed Fox's head and then placed his hand under his chain once again, getting his level. Then a slowly Riker reached into one of his cargo pockets on the side of his pants and pulled out one shining set of silver scissors. A sinister grin appeared on Riker's face as the crowd roared with a approval. Then savagely grabbing hand fulls of Fox's facial hair, Riker began to snip and cut at Fox's mutten chops. Like a barbarian Riker pulled and pushed Fox's head around to wildly clip at Guy's facial hair.

Guy began to stir as clumps of hair fell from his face, he slowly and groggily moved his arms around to try and push Riker's hands away.

However Riker was having none of that and unloaded a flurry of lefts into Fox's skull, forcing Fox's hands back to his side and lap. Then Riker continued to snip at Fox's facial hair until their was only a few spots of hair left. Satisfied with what he had down, Riker licked his teeth and threw the scissors to the ground. Gray clumps of hair lay across Fox's chest, lap, shoulders, and around his feet. Then Riker would place both hands on Fox's head and push him out of the chair and to the canvas. Riker then dropped down next to Fox, as he slowly stirred. His piercing white eyes locking in on Fox's half open eyes. "I"M NOT DONE WITH YOU! NOT BY A LONG SHOT!"

Riker then slithered out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Not wasting any more time Riker headed up the ramp, snapping his head back and flipping his hair out of his face. Riker's music began to play as he head to the back softly speaking to himself, so only the camera could pick it up.

"Not by a long shot..."

Then with those final words. Monday Massacre 15 closed.