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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 1:28 pm
My god, Xavier X has done it! He would get the win via. pinfall on Shadow, a man who has accomplished many feats. and has always been a great site to see inside the ring, regardless of that, Xavier X pulled off the win and kept his title. However, this was not exactly the end. The broadcast would stop after his celebration, but a song familiar to many people would hit the PA System, "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. What was this behemoth doing here? Well, the question would be answered soon, but not yet. Because instead of the usual entrance of Omen happening, a thick fog would surround the ramp and the entrance area, locking any view from what was happening.
The crowd would try to situate themselves in a spot where they could see what was happening, but no one could see despite their best efforts. Xavier, who was still in the ring after the win, would look down to the ramp with wide eyes, unaware of the event taking place. The fans were on their toes, ready for anything to happen, seeing BBW was the land of extreme and unorthodox.
Finally, after a few moments, Omen would step out of the fog with a microphone in hand, horns on top of the burlap-sack he always wore, and some symbolic designs on it, with his usual attire. Xavier pointing in his direction and rambling and threatening Omen, easy to hear due to the fact the arena went cold and quiet, the only sound being the music that was still playing, and Xavier. This was a sight to see, Omen coming out and not having intentions of going into the ring and beating the living daylights out of whoever was inside of the ring. But, this was a special occasion indeed.
Omen, the blood-shot eyed monster would bring the microphone to the slit in his burlap-sack where his mouth could be slightly seen. Speaking in his crisp, calm voice that was a bit manipulating and complimenting to the ears of many fans and wrestlers who had heard it before. "The time has come, salvation is here, the clock about to strike on the very hour that the voice had spoken of. The Chosen One has been found, a being with a dark heart, an evil mentality, who is also cunning. The man that the Vice had spoken of has finally appeared in front of my eyes, the eyes of the Voice who is all-knowing, and all-powerful".
Omen, obviously talking about someone in specific, but who was it exactly. Maybe it was Xavier X, that's why he came out, maybe it's Shadow who was also there, but in a downed state. However, the Freak was not speaking about either of those two men, he had no interest in them to begin with. However, the man who was Chosen had his eyes on Xavier, and what better way to spread the word of the Voice by coming out when the attention was there. The crowd still questioning what they thought was going on, but slowly, after Omen's two cents. The fog behind him slowly cleared showing some sort of design on the ground.
Omen continued to speak, but turning his back to Xavier X who was more than likely stunned at this point, approaching the pentagram while speaking in a hushed voice, breathing heavily. "That's correct, the man I am talking about has relation to this." He would take the microphone away from his mouth, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small piece of paper, placing it on one of the Pentagram's points. The pentagram having five points. After he placed the piece of paper, he would bring the microphone back to his mouth. "The first tag, symbolizing pride. The pride of the man is strong. He possessed great belief in himself, and often doesn't care about the cons that come with doing what he does, he does everything out of pride and the satisfaction that comes from that pride."
Omen would move on, going to another point of the pentagram, reaching into his pocket again, revealing another slit of paper which he would put gently down on the point. Once again, picking the microphone back to his mouth, he spoke more calmly than when he did when he began to walk. "This piece of paper, representing lust. His lust for gold, his lust for respect, and most importantly, his lust for power is stronger than most men's. Of course, you have just recently found this out, but my eyes do not lie to me, and the voice itself detected the lust he had contained." Omen would begin to smile, almost laughing due to the fact this whole scene became a spectacle that everyone would be looking toward, wide-opened and confused. However, he would digress and move towards the next point. Once he did, he put the piece of paper on that point as well, becoming more of a pattern of placing paper and talking about that specific paper, which would be the case. "Greed, would be the next one. Because with lust, their is always greed. You always want more, you can't have enough. The Man, wants everything, but the problem is he doesn't and can't have it, yet."
Omen moved on while the crowd questioned what he had just said. Why did he say, "yet"? It's obvious he doesn't have it now, but is there a chance that Omen is aiding him, or stating that he has the potential to do so? The pieces began to fit together, while Omen made it upon the fourth point, placing another piece of paper, in which it symbolized something, no doubt. "Envy. This piece of paper is envy, in which he suffers a great deal. He envies the people who have succeeded more, gotten more gold, given more chances, and so forth. The One, is undoubtedly, the most hateful person that my eyes have been set upon, but that's why he fits the description, and why the fifth piece makes even more sense." Finally, the fifth point would be reached, with another piece of paper, but this time a lighter would be brought out as well. Omen placed his finger on the lighter, rubbing down on the metal grinder which would ignite the flame, and bringing that flame to the paper in which it would begin to burn. He dropped the piece of paper down on the point, and as soon as it hit, the flames would begin to run around the pentagram. Gunpowder would have surrounded the circle, hitting the other pieces of paper, until all of them were set ablaze. "The final piece of paper indicates wrath. The Chosen One enjoys delivering pain, he enjoys hurting others, inflicting pain to the others, is what truly makes him, him. If given the chance, he would hurt anyone if given the opportunity, he is a violent spirit, but he hasn't unlocked that potential to bring out the best in him to do so. However."
Omen stopped as it seemed like something was happening to the middle of the pentagram that had small embers surrounding it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 2:33 pm
No sooner had Omen finished speaking would the embers on the stage begin to spark with a fire, a ring of flames starting to brim around the pentagram he had formed. The crowd was captivated, awestruck with the unorthodox events unfolding before their eyes, watching intently as the fire grew higher and higher. Once they'd reached almost waist-level, a voice started to ripple through the arena from the PA system, echoing for the audience to interpret as they pleased. "Take this s**t back...
Take this s**t back...
Take this s**t back...
Take this s**t back..."Immediately afterward, an electric guitar broke the calm, its repeating melody both simple and aggressive. A silhouette could be seen rising within the circle, but before anyone could take closer notice of who it could be, the voice from before spoke up again, its message much more clear than the first. At this point, the figure's head and shoulders peeked up through the pinnacle of the flames, still unseen through the flickering collage of yellow and orange. The first few lines of the song started to play, fans at this point eager to see just what manner of man was behind the burning veil. Who could it be that Omen had spoke of? What sick and twisted individual could lay claim to the many vices that had at last put an end to the juggernaut's search? The answer remained shrouded in mystery, cloaked behind the flames that continued to swirl around the pentagram, only a set of what appeared to be horns poking up provided any clue to the riddle's answer. "If you think it's too loud,
b***h, get the ******** out!
If you want a showdown,
b***h, get the ******** out!
If your a** ain't with me,
b***h, get the ******** out!
WHAT?!
Get the ******** out, b***h!
Get the ******** out!"Stepping through the flames at the next verse, the crowd cheered in excitement and anticipation, at first not even realizing who it was that had arrived on stage. But as the figure lifted its head, it became abundantly clear - the wrapped fists, the tanned skin, the black hair hanging down to his shoulders...and the Seasons Championship draped across his right shoulder. Salem Croft had come back, blood still staining his lips from having torn open Tiger's face earlier in the evening, now sporting a pair of rippled, black horns that extended from each side of his forehead under his bangs. Some in the crowd applauded the dramatic entrance, while others were wrought with contempt after his earlier mauling of the fan favorite Tiger Hat, still some quiet from the contemptuous lyrics being spouted across the announce system.
Still, the rhythm thumped on, Salem standing with a smirk on his lips, teeth stained crimson from the blood that still lingered inside his mouth. In one of his hands was a cigar, a Cuban presumably, by its size and the dark smoke that spouted from the Season Champion's nostrils. Opening his mouth, the remaining amount of smog came out in a thick tuft, Salem reaching up to take another pull from the hand-wrapped tobacco before turning his attention towards the ring, where Xavier now stood. Staring the BBW Champion down for a moment, Salem tucked the cigar between his teeth, still grinning as he cocked his head back to look at Omen, then back towards the ramp which he started to descend.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 3:00 pm
Omen, who had introduced Salem as the Chosen One, would be by his side. The two horned warriors from the deep depths of hell would begin to approach the ring after he had walked out of the pentagram which was spewing flames. The crowd stuck in between cheers and boos at the actions and events that were taking place before them. The people who were watching the broadcast are sure to be sorry they missed this, and only the people who bought the tickets would get to enjoy the awesome series of events.
The two entities would slowly take their time walking towards the ring, red strobe lights filling the arena, with "Raise Hell" still playing over the PA system. This definitely was a sight to see two people with such different styles of wrestling, different personalities, coming together for a purpose which was obviously in Xavier X and the title that he retained tonight.
With microphone in hand, The Freak continued down the ramp. laughing maniacally, despite not being able to be heard through the beat and lyrics that would resound through the arena. Some of the crowd intimidated due to the events, some questioning what is going through their minds, everyone's minds. BBW has changed today, and it will never go back, these is the age of the Darkest of Days.
At ringside, the two would finally meet their together, where Omen would offer the microphone with a side hand-off, knowing that the new, more dangerous Salem had something to say, without a doubt.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 4:14 pm
As Salem descended the ramp, some from alongside the barricades would rattle the security wall, others reaching out for a high-five from the Seasons Champion. Salem, though, remained focused on Xavier, who was still alone inside the ring cradling his freshly defended BBW Title. Once he'd reached the foot of the ramp, "The Copperhead" cut a hand across his throat, silencing the music while the flames on stage behind him flickered out at last. The towering behemoth known as Omen approached from his flank, stopping at his side to offer Salem the microphone, which he took, using his spare hand to pull the cigar from his lips and exhale a cloud of smoke that engulfed him as he began speaking. "Congratulations, Xavier." Salem said with all seriousness, toppingtipping his cigar at the lad. "You've retained the championship. You're living the dream. After that performance, everyone here knows who you are..."Salem paused, letting the fans pop with praise for Xavier X as he started walking towards the nearest ring steps. "...but to live the dream, you still must be asleep. Not me. I've woken up, Xavier. If I've learned anything from my breakout year in BBW, it's that I was too soft - too soft on people like Hiro Shin-Mozas, people like Freakshow...and that's why your belt isn't still around my waist. I was so caught up being "The Copperhead", so fixated on the admiration and the accessories...I lost sight of who I was. What I am. And I am the best damn world champion this company has ever seen. I am the man who left Cartwright with broken bones, who left Tiger Hat with a scarred face, who left 2014 as Seasons Champion and came into 2015 still Seasons Champion...and I'm without a doubt the most menacing man you've ever stepped into the ring with."Starting up the stairs, Salem slowly ascended to the apron, still staring Xavier down with eyes that burned like the stage had on his entrance. The fans were escalating in enthusiasm, anticipation reaching a fever pitch as the Seasons Champion ducked under the top rope, walking towards his fellow titlebearer. The tension could be cut with a knife, thickening with every step of Salem's stride. The confidence on Croft's face was palpable, almost threatening - like he were staring through Xavier, measuring up not just the world champion's skill, but his very soul.
Truly, the black horns jutting up from his brow made the approach more menacing, many in the crowd snapping pictures of this new side Salem was exhibiting. The smoke rising up from his lowered cigar only added to the effect, creating a haze of grey that was clouding the air around Salem like the sulfuric miasma of Hell. Stopping a couple feet from him, Croft held the microphone back up, hushing the fans once more to hear him continue. "Those things Omen said...about me being the "Chosen One", about me being hungry for more...it's all true, and more. You know, they say the devil was sent to earth in the form of a snake...so it's only fitting that I wear these now, the moment I've at last shed my skin. I'm the devil you know, Xavier...and at Winter Warfare, I'll be defending this belt against someone...but I already know who I want to face. I already know what I want...and you're holding it. So if you want to call yourself the "Face of BBW"...well, I think it might be time I mess that face up for you, like I've done everyone else since I won this belt!"With that, Salem suddenly dropped the microphone and the Seasons Championship, lunging forward to throw a quick but punishing forearm aimed at the face of the "Face of the Company"!
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 9:50 pm
Xavier X watched the display happen, looking up at the giant Omen, who looked like he would've eaten him for lunch. Keeping himself of guard to Omen, he suddenly saw that Salem was coming on down. "Of course" he said to himself as Salem made his way down to the ring.
Xavier had listened to everything that Salem was saying, the crowd, which were booing Salem when he came down, also quieted down to hear what the former World Champ would say. Just like that Xavier saw the forearm and with what energy he had, he shot himself backwards and fell through the ropes. Falling to the outside, Xavier forced himself back up, and moved to the announce table. Climbing up top of it, Xavier had asked for a microphone, putting the BBW World Championship over his shoulder. It had been a tough match, but with the long promos, he had recovered enough to talk.
"Oh, I've heard about people living the dream, but my reality beats anyone's dreams!" The crowd gave a slight cheer, letting Xavier know that they agree with what was said, appreciating the nice line.
" And as far as I'm concerned, your accomplishments are nothing but actions of disrespect, and sending Cartwright into the hospital is indeed one of them. All of this while hiding behind Omen who has done your dirty work over the past year proves that you're only a coward. All these things provided, shows that not only am I better than you, but I will be a better BBW World Champion. Much like tonight, I will be proving to you and to everyone in the world that I am the best damn BBW World Champion."
Xavier stopped for a moment to let what was said sink in. The crowd had eaten up every word, and in the pause started to ******** him up, Xavier, ******** him up!" *Clap Clap* <******** him up, Xavier, ******** him up!" *Clap Clap*
Xavier looked to the audience, nodding to them. This crowd giving him the boost that he needs to move on in the promo, just like they gave him the boost to win his match against Shadow moments ago.
"You've given yourself a lot of names in your career, but now being The Chosen One proves what kinda man you are! Seeing as one of the holders of the name was a guitar swingin' no-dime drawing southern, it seems as though you both have a lot of similarities!" The crowd momentarily boo'd, as they knew the person that Xavier was referencing. "But the difference is that he was competing against nobodies, and here in BBW, you compete against the world's greatest! So do you want to bring yourself to that spotlight, c**t Croft, and you want to step up to me? Reconsider your options, because if you go against me, I will ******** you up!"
With the crowd cheering, Xavier X dropped the mic and raised up the X with his arms, the World Championship draping across an arm.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:24 am
Salem's forearm had connected, sending the BBW Champion rolling through the ropes and onto the outside, getting back on his feet to take a perch upon the announce table to begin his wordy rebuttal. Salem looked on with an amused smile as Xavier tried to run him down, as the crowd pandered to his boring and bland rambling, chuckling a couple times when the lad delivered a particularly corny or construed line that undoubtedly would make the mentally anorexic fans in attendance applaud. With the last statement made, the thinly veiled threat to Salem's health should the Seasons Champion pursue, Salem patted his hand over his mouth in a yawn, reaching down to grab both the microphone and Seasons Championship from the mat, and walk towards the ropes facing the announce table. "Wow. And I thought I was preachy...but you can't even get your story straight, Xavier. At least when I have something to say, there's a point to it. At least when I do something, there's a reason behind it. But you...you can't go toe-to-toe with me in a ring, like I've just illustrated. And like you just proved, you're miles away from comparing to me on a microphone." Some of the audience booed at the bold insinuation, but others let out cheers for the edge to Salem's tone, the nastiness evident whereas Xavier seemed to be almost backpedalling by slipping from the ring to stand his ground from afar. Salem simply smirked, oblivious to the crowd reactions as he took a quick puff of his cigar, blowing a thick plume of smoke in Xavier's direction. "Earlier tonight, you admit that I had the best year of anyone in this company, and now you say that what I've done is nothing? You claim that I've hidden behind Omen during that whole time...but ask yourself, where was Omen when I arrived to beat Jarel Damone, becoming the first-ever BBW World Champion? Where was Omen when I retired "The Dragon" immediately after, blowing him up in the back of his own hearse? Where was Omen when I nearly broke my best friend, Hiro Shin-Mozas, and then wrote Ryan Killman out of the BBW history books? Was Omen there when I won this title, in my hands? Was he there when I mauled Tiger Hat earlier tonight? No. No, no, no, no, NO. Everything I've done...everything, I did on my own. I earned. And that's why there's still people in this arena wearing my merchandise, children clutching my snake-styled microphones, despite me being a...no-dime drawing Southern boy'." Salem spat the words into his microphone, the smile gone from his lips and replaced with a scowl, letting the animosity sink in as the crowd grew restless with anticipation. "Proving you're better than me? Hah. Hardly. If anything, you're proving what you really are...a scared little kid, standing on soapboxes and trying to get the fans behind him because he can't cut it on his own two feet. If you really wanted to threaten me, you would've gotten back in the ring already, not stood there talking about someone that you don't know. And no, Xavier - you don't know me. You've never stepped into a ring with me before, and if you know what's good for you, you'll drop that title and walk away right now before I come out there and teach you some respect. Or, you can show some balls and come back up that threat, learn what it's like to be in the ring with a real demon. With a really sick, twisted ********> like myself." Salem chided, reaching up to wipe some of Tiger's blood from his chin, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips and clean the crimson from them, almost savoring the taste from his expression. "Step into the spotlight with the world's greatest?" Salem laughed. "I've been in that spotlight, kid. Stood in it so long, it's burning me...searing my flesh like the flames I pulled myself out of. It's you who's jumping in the fire...swimming in the dark...not able to see what's right in front of you! Blinded by desire to the point that you can't see your own shortcomings! So how about you give these fans a real show, and see if YOU can step into the ring with the 'World's Greatest'!" The crowd got hot for the intensity in Salem's voice, everyone rallying in support of a clash between the two champions. While not everyone could agree on who they wanted to see stand tall, the exchange of verbal jabs had certainly gotten the audience on the same page of wanting to see a little less talk and a lot more action. Almost as though mocking the crowd, Salem turned around and went to the center of the ring, gesturing to each side of the squared circle. "You people want to see us fight?!" the Seasons Champion bellowed, bucking his head back to brandish his horns at the first section he'd addressed, receiving a heavy dose of cheers for his answer. Turning to the hard camera, Salem approached the ropes, his gait stiff and imposing, giving him a threatening posture as he ashed his cigar over the ropes, taking a quick puff before blowing it out to the front row. "You people want to see us bleed?!" he snarled, the crowd once again howling in approval. Storming back towards the ropes nearest Xavier, Salem hissed, leaning his shoulders against the top rope as he lowered his eyes, his voice cold as gravel on a grave. "Then c'mon, champ! Step in this ring, and I'll make you famous!" he said, flicking his lit cigar into Xavier's bare chest before dropping the microphone, backing away towards the center of the ring to hold his hands up wide, Seasons Championship dangling from his grip. The crowd was red-hot, now, a burning excitement having been brewed and boiled over by the self-proclaimed "Devil of BBW", who then lowered his hands and hunched over - smiling sickly at Xavier and waiting for the young man's reaction.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 11:22 am
Omen would have watched the action of Salem from the forearm, all the way to his promo which was an attempt to make Xavier fight him. He was still outside the ring, near the ramp waiting for something to get out of hand. He saw that Salem liked his new self, the new open and free version. This was the genesis of the new and improved Salem Croft, after all.
Deep in the mind of Omen, he did want to get his hands on someone as well. He was refraining, but he could taste the blood in the waters around this area, he could sense a fight going on and he wanted to beat somebody, badly. The crowd was paying more attention to the two men with microphones which was fine, but when a fight boiled down it was going to eat him alive.
Actually, if Xavier is a real champion he will fight both men. Omen came to the realization he can take two men if he really wants. He is the BBW World Champion after all! In fact, this would prove his worth and prestige, how much he can shine even when he is being thrown into the dirt. However, he thought that the man would try to hightail it to the back seeing the number game was against him.
A hard decision indeed, but Omen ultimately decided to put away his killer instincts away, putting the fangs away, and simply guarding the ramp, awaiting for anyone or Xavier to make their way towards it.
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