Souled Out was nearing it's end! The fans were getting ready for the main event, hoping to see Nuke retain! The bell rang, signaling the announcer to start... Well, announcing!
"The following contest is scheduled for the ICW Undisputed Champion-..."
The lights cut out, leaving not a single bulb showing. After a moment, men and women in black, Grim Reaper-like robes came walking out, carrying the same baseball bat-like torches as last week. They chanted some non-understandable cult phrasing. They walked down and surrounded the ring, others lining up along the ramp, making a pathway under their torches. After a few more moments, all movement and chanting stopped... A familiar voice came over the P.A. system... A voice that hasn't been heard in ICW for a very long time.
"Friends... Fans... Worshipers... People of the land of ICW... For a long time, you have been oppressed by shitty management, horrible matches, and some of the most pathetic wrestlers I have seen in my time in ICW. Honestly, I've seen better wrestlers at indy shows that don't even have air conditioning!"
The fans recognized the s**t-talking immediately, and who would be behind the voice.
"Anyways... Enough about how shitty ICW has become without me... Let's talk about the positive... Wait, is there a positive? I don't believe so... Ever since I've been gone, we've seen people like Harli, Mr. Kennedy, and Falco as champion... It's a disgrace! People like Nuke!... Marxx!... Damian Le!... And hell, let's throw Cartwright in there! Yes, these are the true gladiators!... No.... The true champions of ICW! A title doesn't determine your status, but it's your skill! Your will! Your determination!... But, without a God... What would all this be?"
The many fans cheered, but settled down quickly.
"Ah yes... What would it all be without a God? Who would you turn to when you're in despair? Who would you pray to for confidence? Who would you make your sacrifices to?... Who would determine your fate?... That's where I come in... I am the God you all have been seeking... I am the God that has kept you all alive... I am your God! I am!... I am the Liberator of ICW!"
The some fans went wild at the statement, while others got lost in the words and sat in confusion. Not all of them were followers, which would explain why they had no clue what the hell this dude was talking about.
"Don't worry, my followers... For I shall return... Whether it be here at Souled Out!... After tonight!... Or at the next PPV!... It doesn't matter, for the time is nearing that all shall fall to the feet of their God!... And I shall merely cast them away to the fiery gates of HELL!... My followers!... My worshipers!... My zealots!... You are the ones that shall be saved!... For rest assured...
I...
WILL...
RETURN!!!"
The many followers went insane, while the others just clapped and waited for it all to end. Suddenly, the torches went out, and the lights flashed on. The men and women in robes were no where to be seen. The annouuncer stood in the ring, flabbergasted. He looked around, and then lifted the mic back to his lips.
"Well... The following contest is for the ICW Undisputed Championship!..."
[The End
... Or is it?]
"The following contest is scheduled for the ICW Undisputed Champion-..."
The lights cut out, leaving not a single bulb showing. After a moment, men and women in black, Grim Reaper-like robes came walking out, carrying the same baseball bat-like torches as last week. They chanted some non-understandable cult phrasing. They walked down and surrounded the ring, others lining up along the ramp, making a pathway under their torches. After a few more moments, all movement and chanting stopped... A familiar voice came over the P.A. system... A voice that hasn't been heard in ICW for a very long time.
"Friends... Fans... Worshipers... People of the land of ICW... For a long time, you have been oppressed by shitty management, horrible matches, and some of the most pathetic wrestlers I have seen in my time in ICW. Honestly, I've seen better wrestlers at indy shows that don't even have air conditioning!"
The fans recognized the s**t-talking immediately, and who would be behind the voice.
"Anyways... Enough about how shitty ICW has become without me... Let's talk about the positive... Wait, is there a positive? I don't believe so... Ever since I've been gone, we've seen people like Harli, Mr. Kennedy, and Falco as champion... It's a disgrace! People like Nuke!... Marxx!... Damian Le!... And hell, let's throw Cartwright in there! Yes, these are the true gladiators!... No.... The true champions of ICW! A title doesn't determine your status, but it's your skill! Your will! Your determination!... But, without a God... What would all this be?"
The many fans cheered, but settled down quickly.
"Ah yes... What would it all be without a God? Who would you turn to when you're in despair? Who would you pray to for confidence? Who would you make your sacrifices to?... Who would determine your fate?... That's where I come in... I am the God you all have been seeking... I am the God that has kept you all alive... I am your God! I am!... I am the Liberator of ICW!"
The some fans went wild at the statement, while others got lost in the words and sat in confusion. Not all of them were followers, which would explain why they had no clue what the hell this dude was talking about.
"Don't worry, my followers... For I shall return... Whether it be here at Souled Out!... After tonight!... Or at the next PPV!... It doesn't matter, for the time is nearing that all shall fall to the feet of their God!... And I shall merely cast them away to the fiery gates of HELL!... My followers!... My worshipers!... My zealots!... You are the ones that shall be saved!... For rest assured...
I...
WILL...
RETURN!!!"
The many followers went insane, while the others just clapped and waited for it all to end. Suddenly, the torches went out, and the lights flashed on. The men and women in robes were no where to be seen. The annouuncer stood in the ring, flabbergasted. He looked around, and then lifted the mic back to his lips.
"Well... The following contest is for the ICW Undisputed Championship!..."
[The End
... Or is it?]
