Post by Owen Gonsalves on Jul 9, 2015 2:40:03 GMT -6
Scarecrow Cometh
The opening guitar of “Words as Weapons” by Seether strums throughout the Steve Yzerman arena as the fans excitedly cheer.
Axel Reid: Not too often that we hear that music playing when she’s not scheduled to compete. There she is. The wife of the Director of Wrestling Operations. This is one half of The Awakening, Rayne Draven-Omega. An interesting thing to note, neither Reya Serra or Paxar Vega are accompanying Rayne down to the ring this evening.
Ruby Parvati: Finally, the so-called ‘Duchess’ puts on her big girl panties and faces her fears one-on-one.
Axel Reid: For those who may not have been tuned into VoW for the past month or two, RDO has been stalked by a living, breathing scarecrow since Fate of the Gods. This scarecrow has gone as far as to come out to ringside during a Reya Serra-Dathyn match. Just perching upon that reinforcement barricade, catching the eye of RDO, and Reya, who lost that match due to the concern she had for her sister.
Ruby Parvati: You can chalk it up anyway you like, but Dathyn had that match in the bag. You can’t blame the scarecrow for Reya’s loss. Her mind should have been solely on Dathyn. She cost herself that one.
RDO climbs up the ring steps and steps through the ropes and dusts off her purple skinny jeans before she is handed a microphone. Before she can speak the fans start chanting “RDO! RDO! RDO!” She cocks a light smile before brushing her raven hair out of her face with her fingers.
Rayne Draven-Omega: Ottawa… Before I get started. I want to wish you all here in the capital a belated happy Canada Day.
Ruby Parvati: Some American she is. Big Boss Hogg should whip her ass for not acknowledging her own country’s anniversary of independence.
Axel Reid: Actually her and Ryan hosted a large public celebration in downtown Detroit on the Fourth.
Rayne fumbles with her fingers and the mic before turning to the stage.
Rayne Draven-Omega: You got to be happy now. Everyone knows my biggest, childish fear. Do you know what’s like to fear something so irrational? To know you shouldn’t fear it, but you can’t shake the crawling in your skin when you see it. Jason, I know it’s you. You’re probably in the back as we speak. Just come out here and let’s end this like I thought it was over five years ago.
Axel Reid: We’ve heard rumors and speculation, but can the scarecrow really be Jason Myers?
Ruby Parvati: If it isn’t; it wouldn’t be a bad thing. The Myers brothers were two of the most sadistic men ever in this sport.
Axel Reid: Ryan should be out here.
Ruby Parvati: Too bad he’s in meetings with Canadian officials in regards toward VoW’s presence north of the border.
Rayne taps her foot as she grips the top rope and glares anxiously towards the stage. The sounds of crows cawing fills the arena from all sides causing the crowd to murmur as the creepy atmospheric sound of the dubstep remix of “A Grisly Reminder” by Midnight Syndicate fills the arena. Meanwhile, in the ring, RDO is doing her best to remain brave throughout all of this. Suddenly, the lights shut off, casting darkness throughout the arena. The crowd reacts in various ways; confusion rampant across the fans.
The lights in the arena begin to flash as if emulating that of lightning when suddenly water begins to rain mysteriously from the rafters. As to how this is happening is anyone’s guess.
Axel Reid: What is this morbid display. Jason Myers… err the scarecrow since we can’t confirm it is yet The Rated R Rebel. He is in the building and he’s not releasing Rayne’s mind from captivity.
Ruby Parvati: She demanded he comes down here. He can come as he damn well pleases.
Rayne, looks up toward the rafters where the light sprinkle is coming from and wipes it out of her eyes, smearing her eye make up and she looks back up the stage waiting, before turning around as if she expects an ambush. Suddenly, an indiscernible, omnipresent voice whispers over the speaker system.
Omnipresent Voice: Rafters…
Rayne immediately looks back up and a lone spotlight highlights silhouettes. A man. Birds… Crows... Perched are a murder of crows. Rayne stumbles back and falls on her butt as she’s in shock and awe of the sight above her. As the omnipresent whisper is heard once more, we can more or less confirm that the voice is coming from the Scarecrow himself as he stares down at her, standing in that same modified crucifix pose that we have become familiar with over the past month or so.
The Scarecrow: We’re here… Speak…
RDO still in a seated position rocks back and forth for a moment with her head tucked between her forearms. Without any expectation, she explodes for the microphone and brings it to her crimson lips.
Rayne Draven-Omega: Jason, what are you doing up there? You’ve had your fun.
RDO is trembling, feigning an assertive demeanor.
Rayne Draven-Omega: It’s been long. Why all of a sudden?
The Scarecrow: Why, oh, why?
As the camera focuses in on the silhouette of the Scarecrow along with his murder of crows, his head suddenly turns toward Rayne, those yellow eyes staring wildly in her direction.
The Scarecrow: Rayne, Rayne, go away. Come again another day… or perhaps… fight?
As The Scarecrow suggests this, his head tilts to the side almost unnaturally as it hangs from his shoulders. Rayne shivers as she looks up at the brooding sight towards the very ceiling of the Steve Yzerman arena.
Rayne Draven-Omega: I didn’t come out here to back down. I came out here because this needs to end. Jason, you have nothing to do with VoW. You are not a contracted competitor. You are retired. If you won’t go. I won’t go. There is but only one solution.
The Scarecrow: One solution…
The Scarecrow merely echoes Rayne’s two last words in a haunting whisper, urging her to finish her thought.
Rayne Draven-Omega: You and I… Face to face… I’ll climb up there if I have to. Don’t wanna, but I will. You know that though, you’ve only lived with and shared a bed with me in the past.
Rayne looks up and gulps before heading toward the ropes to exit the ring.
The Scarecrow: Please, allow me…
The lights go out again. This time for a long moment. When they return, Rayne is looking around her only to turn and find The Scarecrow standing there with crows perched upon his shoulders and arms.
The Scarecrow: Well, here we are. Face-to-face. As requested. What will you do now, dear Rayne?
The ominous figure’s head tilts in curiosity; awaiting her response.
Rayne Draven-Omega: I show restraint now. This costume you wear freaks me out. I want to punch you in the face and break your (bleep)damn nose. I’m filled with this fear and anger. Enraged, uneasy. You were the only one to ever get me this way. I hate you. And I know there is no way I can ever make you feel the way you make me feel. Well with the exception of one. Face me. Face me just outside Montreal at Heatstroke. Jason, we have never wrestled each other. Could you take it if I beat you? Could you also take that creepy thing off? You’ve proven your point.
The Scarecrow: All in due time… All in due… time… We accept, dear Rayne…
Rayne Draven-Omega: We? Who’re we?
Before RDO receives an answer, the lights flicker off once more. When they return once more, The Scarecrow is no where to be found. Only a few unhusked ears of corn on the canvas before Rayne as the scene cuts out to a commercial break…
The opening guitar of “Words as Weapons” by Seether strums throughout the Steve Yzerman arena as the fans excitedly cheer.
Axel Reid: Not too often that we hear that music playing when she’s not scheduled to compete. There she is. The wife of the Director of Wrestling Operations. This is one half of The Awakening, Rayne Draven-Omega. An interesting thing to note, neither Reya Serra or Paxar Vega are accompanying Rayne down to the ring this evening.
Ruby Parvati: Finally, the so-called ‘Duchess’ puts on her big girl panties and faces her fears one-on-one.
Axel Reid: For those who may not have been tuned into VoW for the past month or two, RDO has been stalked by a living, breathing scarecrow since Fate of the Gods. This scarecrow has gone as far as to come out to ringside during a Reya Serra-Dathyn match. Just perching upon that reinforcement barricade, catching the eye of RDO, and Reya, who lost that match due to the concern she had for her sister.
Ruby Parvati: You can chalk it up anyway you like, but Dathyn had that match in the bag. You can’t blame the scarecrow for Reya’s loss. Her mind should have been solely on Dathyn. She cost herself that one.
RDO climbs up the ring steps and steps through the ropes and dusts off her purple skinny jeans before she is handed a microphone. Before she can speak the fans start chanting “RDO! RDO! RDO!” She cocks a light smile before brushing her raven hair out of her face with her fingers.
Rayne Draven-Omega: Ottawa… Before I get started. I want to wish you all here in the capital a belated happy Canada Day.
Ruby Parvati: Some American she is. Big Boss Hogg should whip her ass for not acknowledging her own country’s anniversary of independence.
Axel Reid: Actually her and Ryan hosted a large public celebration in downtown Detroit on the Fourth.
Rayne fumbles with her fingers and the mic before turning to the stage.
Rayne Draven-Omega: You got to be happy now. Everyone knows my biggest, childish fear. Do you know what’s like to fear something so irrational? To know you shouldn’t fear it, but you can’t shake the crawling in your skin when you see it. Jason, I know it’s you. You’re probably in the back as we speak. Just come out here and let’s end this like I thought it was over five years ago.
Axel Reid: We’ve heard rumors and speculation, but can the scarecrow really be Jason Myers?
Ruby Parvati: If it isn’t; it wouldn’t be a bad thing. The Myers brothers were two of the most sadistic men ever in this sport.
Axel Reid: Ryan should be out here.
Ruby Parvati: Too bad he’s in meetings with Canadian officials in regards toward VoW’s presence north of the border.
Rayne taps her foot as she grips the top rope and glares anxiously towards the stage. The sounds of crows cawing fills the arena from all sides causing the crowd to murmur as the creepy atmospheric sound of the dubstep remix of “A Grisly Reminder” by Midnight Syndicate fills the arena. Meanwhile, in the ring, RDO is doing her best to remain brave throughout all of this. Suddenly, the lights shut off, casting darkness throughout the arena. The crowd reacts in various ways; confusion rampant across the fans.
The lights in the arena begin to flash as if emulating that of lightning when suddenly water begins to rain mysteriously from the rafters. As to how this is happening is anyone’s guess.
Axel Reid: What is this morbid display. Jason Myers… err the scarecrow since we can’t confirm it is yet The Rated R Rebel. He is in the building and he’s not releasing Rayne’s mind from captivity.
Ruby Parvati: She demanded he comes down here. He can come as he damn well pleases.
Rayne, looks up toward the rafters where the light sprinkle is coming from and wipes it out of her eyes, smearing her eye make up and she looks back up the stage waiting, before turning around as if she expects an ambush. Suddenly, an indiscernible, omnipresent voice whispers over the speaker system.
Omnipresent Voice: Rafters…
Rayne immediately looks back up and a lone spotlight highlights silhouettes. A man. Birds… Crows... Perched are a murder of crows. Rayne stumbles back and falls on her butt as she’s in shock and awe of the sight above her. As the omnipresent whisper is heard once more, we can more or less confirm that the voice is coming from the Scarecrow himself as he stares down at her, standing in that same modified crucifix pose that we have become familiar with over the past month or so.
The Scarecrow: We’re here… Speak…
RDO still in a seated position rocks back and forth for a moment with her head tucked between her forearms. Without any expectation, she explodes for the microphone and brings it to her crimson lips.
Rayne Draven-Omega: Jason, what are you doing up there? You’ve had your fun.
RDO is trembling, feigning an assertive demeanor.
Rayne Draven-Omega: It’s been long. Why all of a sudden?
The Scarecrow: Why, oh, why?
As the camera focuses in on the silhouette of the Scarecrow along with his murder of crows, his head suddenly turns toward Rayne, those yellow eyes staring wildly in her direction.
The Scarecrow: Rayne, Rayne, go away. Come again another day… or perhaps… fight?
As The Scarecrow suggests this, his head tilts to the side almost unnaturally as it hangs from his shoulders. Rayne shivers as she looks up at the brooding sight towards the very ceiling of the Steve Yzerman arena.
Rayne Draven-Omega: I didn’t come out here to back down. I came out here because this needs to end. Jason, you have nothing to do with VoW. You are not a contracted competitor. You are retired. If you won’t go. I won’t go. There is but only one solution.
The Scarecrow: One solution…
The Scarecrow merely echoes Rayne’s two last words in a haunting whisper, urging her to finish her thought.
Rayne Draven-Omega: You and I… Face to face… I’ll climb up there if I have to. Don’t wanna, but I will. You know that though, you’ve only lived with and shared a bed with me in the past.
Rayne looks up and gulps before heading toward the ropes to exit the ring.
The Scarecrow: Please, allow me…
The lights go out again. This time for a long moment. When they return, Rayne is looking around her only to turn and find The Scarecrow standing there with crows perched upon his shoulders and arms.
The Scarecrow: Well, here we are. Face-to-face. As requested. What will you do now, dear Rayne?
The ominous figure’s head tilts in curiosity; awaiting her response.
Rayne Draven-Omega: I show restraint now. This costume you wear freaks me out. I want to punch you in the face and break your (bleep)damn nose. I’m filled with this fear and anger. Enraged, uneasy. You were the only one to ever get me this way. I hate you. And I know there is no way I can ever make you feel the way you make me feel. Well with the exception of one. Face me. Face me just outside Montreal at Heatstroke. Jason, we have never wrestled each other. Could you take it if I beat you? Could you also take that creepy thing off? You’ve proven your point.
The Scarecrow: All in due time… All in due… time… We accept, dear Rayne…
Rayne Draven-Omega: We? Who’re we?
Before RDO receives an answer, the lights flicker off once more. When they return once more, The Scarecrow is no where to be found. Only a few unhusked ears of corn on the canvas before Rayne as the scene cuts out to a commercial break…