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 Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 9:49 pm
The General Manager Tim Edgren glared as he paced the ring. In the ring with him were three large men: Thangor, Bison, Nameless, and Brad Chapman borrowed from CWA.  He raised the microphone. "I'm sure you all saw what happened earlier today in the backstage. In order to give some sort of message no one with a working brain will get the group that call themselves "The Hated" assaulted Sarah Skye. Seems they think they can just assault a woman because they damn well feel like it. Well let me tell you something boys, this ain't your show. This is MY show! The only people you fight are the people I put you in the ring with! This s**t is not flying, and this group has been on thin ice already. Time for me to start setting off the shock collars because the dogs forgot who the master is. I am putting my foot down and settling this tonight! Not next show, tonight! " He started to calm down, his voice getting softer. "First of all, I would like to call Sarah Skye out please. Sarah, you're safe here. Please come out and join us. If you can't make it to the ring by yourself I have medics coming in there with a wheelchair if you need assistance."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 11:48 pm
Sarah slowly walks out from behind the curtain, and the reason why she is walking so slowly, is because she is limping. Most of the attacks were aimed at one whole side of her body while she was on the ground trying to protect herself. While she walks down the aisle, she's holding her right arm in pain, and keeping her head held low. Her long blue hair covering the right side of her face, because she doesn't want to be seen with the bruises. When she was in the back, being helped by medics, she was told not to go, and was offered a free ride home, because a cab costs money.
Even though that's all Sarah wanted was to go home, something was telling her that she needed to go out there. To prove to herself, and the guys that beat her down, that she has a heart, and is tough... Or just plain dumb. Sarah continues to limp down the aisle, her left leg is pretty much doing most of the work since she can barely stand on her right leg for too long.
When Sarah reached the apron, she was unsure of how to enter it... She leaned against the apron on her right side, so she could use her left side to lift herself up on the apron. Now once on the apron, she didn't feel like entering herself. Perhaps one of these 'gentlemen' lift the middle rope, and step on the bottom rope for her so she can enter without too much struggle?
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 12:02 am
Being ever the gentleman, The General Manager told Brad to get a chair for Sarah as he went over and opened the ropes for her. "It's ok, take your time Sarah. You're a brave tough woman for coming out. Ladies and Gentleman: Sarah Skye!" the crowd applauded her efforts.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 12:36 am
((If I read right, it's Tim Edgren holding the ropes, and Brad getting a chair?))
Sarah lifted her limp leg over the bottom rope first and entering with the other. She stood up, and held on to the top rope to regain balance from her limp leg. When Tim 'introduced' her into the ring, not only did Sarah blush a little, but embarrassed about how much attention this incident got. In this business, people do what they need to, to get noticed. Even if it takes a group of thugs to attack one person. Sarah just unfortunately fell victim to their attack, while still inside the building, which means no real 'legal' actions can be taken.
When Tim introduced her, Sarah kept her head down, only her left eye visible, if you were to look closely, the makeup she previously put on has been smeared down her cheek. Maybe she was crying, either in pain or fear, who knows, but it's messed up now. Sarah kept her eye on Brad bringing her the chair, and motioned with her head to put it in the far corner, behind them in case The Hated comes out again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:02 am
"Now Sarah, you went through something I can't stand. what was done is unforgivable. Boys, protect the lady with all your nice hired muscle power." Tim said.
"Now, demands are going to be met tonight. The Hated...I don't care how inured, hurt, or tired you guys out. Get your asses into this ring...right now!" the GM of Evolution said, the men remaining in a guarding position around Sarah.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:11 am
While it is relieving for the time being that some people still have morals, and are actually showing they care for her. Being surrounded by 3 huge guys just seems very, very uncomfortable for Sarah, as she sat down in her chair thanks to Brad, her knees touching, her feet pointing inwards and her hands between her thighs. Sarah kept her head down as Tim Edgren called out, 'The Hated', not knowing if they were going to show up or not... Maybe if they don't, they can escort her back to the medics, hopefully the free ride home is still available...
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:13 am
"Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume,
They'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down,
And hope that we will never see the truth around
(SO COME ON!)
Another promise, another scene,
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed,
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(SO COME ON!)
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
(SO COME ON!)
Interchanging mind control,
Come let the revolution take it's toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(SO COME ON!)
Rise up and take the power back,
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time's coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
So come on
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious!" The opening lyrics to Muse's "Uprising" hit the PA, and out came a couple of men with bad intentions...kind of. With Cartwright prominently featured in the front, the men stepped out. They were all mic'd up, with the exception of Jacob Figgins. Hiro, his left hand completely taped up thanks to his match with Thangor, in which it was losing effort, was holding his microphone in his right hand. He stood there with a large scowl on his face, a pair of dead eyes staring right at Thangor and moving between him, Tim Edgren, and Sarah Skye.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:29 am
Tim waited for all of the men to enter the ring, returning the scowl.
"Hiro, Cartwright, Cyrus, Figgins. You all know what happened. Did you believe I would stand by and do nothing?" he asked.
"Guy Cancer I will see you later tonight in this ring, you may have stood back but you watched and did nothing. However, the first matter is you four." he said.
"You four did something that pisses me off to no end. An innocent woman brutally beat down in the back. You've guys have pulled some s**t before but this? Don't forget who signs your checks, me! Now, you are going to get on your knees and publicly apologize to the lovely Miss Skye here" he motioned to Sarah " or else I will have your collective asses escorted out of this building by these fine gentlemen."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 2:19 am
Hiro sighed. He shook a little, it actually looked like it was a hassle for him to stand. He lifted the microphone to his mouth, resting his left arm on Cartwright shoulder in an attempt to help him keep his balance. "....Get on my knees, and apologize? Look, the only one who gets on their knees around here, is your mom, Sarah Skye, and Guy Cancer....heh...The hell do we have to apologize for? Let me let you in on something, Captain KipUp. That women in the ring, she is a one time EWA Nexus Champion. She is as much a man as you, though that is not saying much about her testicular fortitude. You know one common thought of the hated? That no one deserves special treatment. In wrestling, we are all equal. What if we had jumped...One of your big men, or perhaps Boxer Anarchy? Hell...What if we had successfully jumped Chrono Clepsydra? Would we still be out here? No. We wouldn't. Because a man can handle business for himself, right?" Cyrus and Figgins nodded in approval of Hiro's words, Cyrus patting him on the right shoulder. "The problem here is that women get special treatment. They dont deserve it. Just like a general manager such as yourself doesn't deserve it. We don't even deserve it. As far as I am concerned...everything, and everyone, is fair game at all times. That includes women, champions, authoritative figures, and once again, even us four men up here." Hiro had to pause for a moment as the fans finally decided to boo him so loudly, that he couldn't hear himself think. Hiro smiled, chuckling a little. There they went, booing him again, making him happy. "No me acaba de dar todo el odio! Boo la puta también! Se lo merece como mucho! La igualdad se pone a prueba con el odio, también! Boo el Gerente General! Boo que Thangor maldito monstruo perdedor, que lleva debajo de la mesa ofertas y toma las cosas demasiado lejos!" The fans booed even louder. We were pushing Vickie Guerrero heat here, and Hiro continued to chuckle away, and then pointed at Tim, saying off mic, "Your turn, Your turn!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 2:41 am
"You listen to me Hiro!" Tim said, glaring daggers at the group.
"Your little band of clowns have had enough chuckles. You seem to be mistaken in something, you don't call the shots here. You assaulted one of my employees to the point of injury, for no reason other than you thought you could. Well guess what? I am the general manager here. I call the shots, I sign the paychecks. Now if you and your flunkies wan to do crap in this business you will get down on your knees and apologize. You will do it Hiro..or you and your little cronies..will be...SUSPENDED!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 2:48 am
Tim's words sent the four men on the stage into a frenzy. Hiro couldn't believe that Tim was putting this ultimatum out there. The fans cheered a large amount for it. Hiro looked at his other stablemates, and out of frustration, it looked like he was worked into a corner. He kept his head down, and began to get down on a knee, but was stopped. Cartwright brought him back up to his feet, and took a few steps forward, looking down at the ring. He held his microphone to his mouth, and...
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:30 am
...begins to state his case.
Cartwright: "Tim, you should be THANKING us!"
He waits for the inevitable boos before continuing with a smug look on his face.
Cartwright: "You seem to be forgetting that SHE is the one in the wrong! She was going to do the dirty with Fox, taking advantage of his drunk state! Yet we are the evil ones for saving Fox from a variety of STDs from that Hoe? We saved your company the embarrassment of a huge scandal and a empty roster spot and an obligatory, boring tribute show as Fox would surely have died from whatever he contracted from that skank in the ring with you! I mean, look at her eyes! She's practically drooling over every single person in this arena! SHE IS A DISGRACE! A MAN-HUNGRY, PREDATORY JIZZAHOLIC! AND YOU SUPPORT THAT?!"
A fever-pitch of boos are dished-out at Cartwright, who now looks sickened by Tim.
Cartwright: "I bet she is even faking those injuries right now, just to lure you all into a false sense of security so that she can jump all over you when you least expect it. I would rather be suspended than apologise to that piece of trash in the ring! I would rather be FIRED and work for someone who has a proper set of morals, Tim. DO. YOUR. WORST."
Is Tim all talk and no action? I think we're all about to find out. The fans make their thoughts loud and clear as they chant, "FIRE THEM ALL!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 12:19 pm
Sarah stayed seated in her chair, not wanting to make any eye contact with the guys that attacked her, and with the man that is taking action. Hurt by Carts words that she is one of the typical dirty whores of the company, when there are plenty of other women who do it but do they get s**t? No, because they are one of the more 'well-known' ones. Unlike the rest, Sarah doesn't have intentions of giving everyone diseases, because she doesn't have any. She is simply being herself, and entertaining the fans like she is told to do.
Bottom line is, these guys have absolutely no heart, they are all probably single anyway, nobody else to 'play' with except themselves. And Sarah will be glad to see them get their asses kicked by the huge men protecting her!
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 4:18 pm
Tim glared at Cartwright.
"I don't give a damn about how drunk Fox was! I saw what happened because unlike you clowns I have eyes, ears, and a working brain. Guy hit on her, she refused. All this girl wanted to do was go home, and frankly what happens between two adults is none of your damn business. Inf act if anything on site relations between coworkers..that's my job to look at, and I deem what happened there harmless flirting from a drunk man. Now if either of those two came to me with a complaint, I('d sort it and handle it. Now I didn't get a complaint, instead what I got was a good view of a bunch of overgrown third graders beating on a girl like she was a punching bag. I know what you guys wanted, you want to be hated. You prance around with that Hated name and want to do anything you can to rile people up. Well it worked. Now, you have ten seconds to apologize publicly, or you are all suspended and will be throw out on your asses!" he shouted.
He motioned outside and crew people started handing cricket bats to all of the large men, one being handed to Tim.
"Now, if what you wanted was some cheap heat boys...me and these fine gentlemen have plenty of firewood to give you...free of charge. Now, you were saying?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:07 pm
Hiro quickly shot back at Tim on the microphone, taking one step in front of Cartwright. "Are you kidding me? What do you think this is going to accomplish? The four best wrestlers in this company in exchange for one loser of a woman! Really! What do you think Nuke would say about this?!" With that Jacob Figgins and Cyrus Darke held Hiro back. It really looked like he was going to head down to that ring and take on those monsters, and Tim. After Hiro said he was fine a few times, they finally let go of him, and he handed his microphone to Cart. He slowly put his hand into his pocket, and took out a cigar. He put it into his mouth, and put his hand into his pocket once more for a lighter. He lit the cigar, and began to smoke a bit. He was talking to himself under his breath in Spanish, and finally he looked back into the ring, taking the cigar out of his mouth and throwing it off the stage. He took his microphone back from Cartwright. "I want to say thank you, Tim. Yes, thank you. Tonight ladies and gentlemen, you have seen a lot of use. You saw us near the start of the show, when I introduced you to Cartwright, Cyrus, and Jacob, and we became the Hated. Then, you watched us beat the holy living s**t out of Sarah Skye. Then....You saw me put on one helluva fight with Thangor. I destroyed him, lets be honest. That was what, three times tonight? Now look, as far as I am concerned, that's as much as you people were supposed to see of us here tonight. Watch us introduce ourselves, watch me face Thangor, and in just a little bit, watch these three gentlemen do battle with with Dracious and the Honor Guard. That was it for us, and yet...You've seen us four times here tonight. You still have to sit through the Hated one more time. Thank you Tim, and thank you Sarah. No matter how much damage we do, or have done to us, no matter who we attack, no matter who backstage thinks our attacks and our actions aren't 'well thought out' or 'in bad taste'....we still get more air time than them. We still get more then they do. As far as I am concerned...You all hate us...Hey, all of them backstage hate us, and we are still going to get more air time here tonight. Now THAT is what we wanted! Hell, we even got the women's division more air time than they ever would have gotten! We are saints!" Cyrus and Jacob began applauding Hiro's words. Cartwright merely smirked and nodded. The fans boos intensified for the four men, and Hiro extended his arms to his sides, and looked up to the sky with his eyes shut. He soaked in the boos, letting them radiate in his core of hate that was right in the middle of his heart. He then got down on a knee, and held the microphone to his mouth once more. "Heh...Sarah Skye....I am sorry for the beat down we gave you this evening. On behalf of all three members of the Hated, I am sorry." The fans even booed that apology. It was obvious that Hiro didn't mean a single word, but he did say it. Cartwright looked at him with disgust, and Jacob and Cyrus were very surprised. Hiro brought them near him, and whispered a few things to him, and they all nodded in agreement to the things he said. He turned back to the ring once more. "Tim, dont you or your monsters say anything about this. Let Sarah answer....Sarah Skye...I challenge you to a match at the next Evo show. My broken hand and all. Sarah Skye vs. Hiro Shin-Mozas. What do you say? Let's make it fair this time, Sarah." The fans booed loud as quite a few screamed, "No Sarah, dont do it! No! No!" Hiro was talking to Cartwright off microphone as Sarah made her choice, and they were laughing about something.
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