Post by Ryan Omega on May 15, 2015 21:20:09 GMT -6
Ungodly Fury
The ring has a black mat over its canvas and a simple table covered in a black cloth with a black folder in the middle of the ring. Axel Reid, rather than Ryan Omega, is standing over it to preside over one of the most volatile situations in the young history of the company. He looks over the crowd which is anticipating what could happen.
Axel Reid: Before I continue. VoW security has restrained Casanova English and Gaia Galanos has left the building on her own accord. We apologize to the viewers at home for how uneasy that scene seemed to be. With that said, I’ve been asked on behalf of Ryan Omega to moderate this...intense situation. Both Owen Gonsalves and Seth Iser are here to sign a contract to make their rematch official for Fate of the Gods. And it’ll most certainly be one of the most emotionally charged match ups...so I’d like to first bring out participant number one...the young man known as Owen Gonsalves.
"LOVE!"
"YOUR HATE!"
"YOUR...FAITH LOST!"
"YOU...ARE NOW...ONE...OF US!"
Instead of the usual instrumental introduction of Miseria Cantara, it looks like Owen this week elected to go straight to the point rather than the elongated entrance. The very determined Owen walks out through the curtain enjoying a very warm reception from the audience. The brown hoodie over his head somewhat hides some of the rage in his eyes before he peels it off and he’s almost shaking with pure intensity and hatred for his opponent. Per usual though, the wife beater and the jeans are on...similar to what he wore on his assault of Iser last week. He does high five the hands that reach out for support but he ends up leaping into the ring and calmly takes the far seat in this discussion after giving Axel a nod. Axel has a very hard time containing his...disdain for the second participant in the match.
Axel Reid: Now I’d like to introduce the other half of this equation...so would Seth Iser please come down.
‘I DESERVE YOUR RESPECT!’
The familiar yell before the intro of ‘Psychosocial’ begins to play is yelled out. The audience begins to boo instinctively but then they boo louder when police officers rather than Seth Iser step through the curtain. Owen glares at this in disgust while Axel looks visibly sickened by all of this in the ring. After a couple more officers come out...Seth Iser finally busts through the curtain flanked by two more police officers...wearing a black and silver variation of his suit.
Ruby Parvati: Well that’s...different.
Axel literally mouths the words ‘What the hell?’ without saying them as Iser is verbally antagonized by the fans with them chanting one of their favorite pastimes...’F*** you Iser’ right away. The police end up surrounding the ring...while Iser calmly enters the ring while straightening his tie...and there’s no smug look on his face. Just one of utter defiance as he angrily stares across Owen. Finally he just calmly takes a seat on the office chair provided for him as Owen had earlier.
Axel Reid: Gentlemen...from Omega I know that you’ve both looked over the contract...that there are no gripes to this. And from the office...I know that you both have agreed to a specific match that can settle this type of personal issue that’s developed. Ladies and gentlemen...when the signatures are placed down...these two gentlemen are going to face off in an I Quit match.
The crowd roars in approval at the particular stipulation in place. Owen nods his head knowing that’s exactly what he wants to get at Iser and almost in a different form of redemption for him where Seth just has this stoic look on his face...maybe slightly agitated from the ordeal but he’s just glaring at Owen with hatred. Iser does have a microphone in his hand while Owen gets one from Jerry, the ring announcer.
Axel Reid: Now...would either of you ha---
Seth Iser: Boy. We’ll talk after the papers are signed.
Iser’s cold interruption warrants him a negative reaction from the audience while Owen reaches over for the contract in the folder and calmly opens it. He peers through the documents with careful eyes before glancing at Iser briefly with a sense of anger before reaching the last page and signing his signature on the line.
Owen aggressively pushes the contract toward Seth and Iser just raises his eyebrow...a couple of the bruises from their last...encounter still on his face. He just peers through the documents...another round of the usual boo-birds directed at Iser as he just peers through everything carefully. Just peering at the audience and hesitating to sign it and that provokes a second round of ‘F*** you Iser!’ from the New York crowd. Owen on cue just points his microphone out toward the audience just to make sure Iser hears it and he just shoots a hateful look toward his rival across the table before signing the contract.
Ruby Parvati: What a vulgar crowd.
Axel Reid: Now that the contract is offic---
Seth Iser: Owen.
Just one word filled with hatred cutting Axel off gets yet another round of the dreaded boo birds as Iser just glares at Owen in that stoic manner...hiding what he might really be thinking.
Seth Iser: Owen. You and I both know what you did to me was criminal. It could be really easy for these cops to take you down...even easier if you were black because they’d just choke you out in a city like this like they did Eric Garner...
Another HUGE chorus of boos directed at Seth Iser just for his cold statement regarding that situation and toward his rival. There’s even a couple semblances of debris heading toward the ringside area because Seth brought that up and he was already...hated to begin with.
Seth Iser: But...you and I both know that in our line of work...law justice isn’t the same as street justice. This is a crime that can only be sentenced in the streets...what you did to me. So if you think you were a broken...beaten man after what Joka did to you in this same match...just ask yourself with the bad things I’ve done in my own life and having a reason to bring forth said justice...what the hell am I going to do to you in the Hammerstein Ballroom?
Owen taps the microphone against the table, pondering and letting Iser's words sink in.
Owen Gonsalves: You're right...I was broken and beaten after what Joka did to me. Joka embarrassed me in that ring in Japan...utterly embarrassed me in front of wrestling's harshest critics. And you're right...what I did to you can only be sentenced in the streets of New York City.
The crowd cheers the obvious name drop.
Owen Gonsalves:...I know Seth, I know what I'm getting myself into. I've seen you destroy World Champions, I've seen you drive beasts into agony...I've watched in the same locker room you tie your boots up in, I've watched you maim and break anyone that dare cross you…
Iser calmly raises his eyebrow trying to read exactly where this is going.
Owen Gonsalves: And I'm ready for it Seth...I'm ready for the beating I'm going to get. But can you say the same? You see Seth, looking into your eyes there's embarrassment and humiliation that pales in comparison to my own...I may have been beaten and maimed in front of a Japanese audience but you were beaten and battered in front of your own daughter...That's embarrassment like no other. I can understand that....but you see I made a mistake that night Seth, I made the biggest mistake I have ever made...
Owen takes a short breath as he looks across the table to a scowling Seth Iser.
Owen Gonsalves: I showed remorse at the sight of your baby girl...I showed remorse and still left you broken. God, can you only imagine what I AM going to do to you in the Ballroom? I said it just a minute ago, about sitting in the locker room watching you maim and slaughter men and women in that ring but I also watched you piledrive Vanessa and I watched you...you sick bastard...drop a man with an injured neck on his head and nearly paralyze him. Seth, that upset me...it really did but what drove me over that edge was watching you drive my wife...my wife into the mat with my boy and girl in the front row. Seth, forget however the hell this all started...forget this clash of generations...forget the last match we had...forget what you've done in your career...forget what I've done in my career...forget the idea of MY retirement because Seth Iser, I'm not coming to New York City to just make you quit...I'm coming to kill you mother[bleep]!
Owen puts the microphone on the table as the crowd absolutely goes nuts, chants of "OWEN'S GOING TO KILL YOU" and "F*** YOU ISER!" have exploded back into the arena as police are ready and waiting for this situation to explode. Iser, in response peels off the jacket part of his expensive suit...he’s heated now. About ready to snap...barely holding it together.
Ruby Parvati: I’m surprised Seth hasn’t just tried to murder Owen now.
Seth Iser: Of all the people to call me a sick bastard...it WOULD be you. But herein lies the problem. You’re saying forget. I never forget. I haven’t forgotten a damn thing that’s been done to me. Vanessa screwed me out of one of the biggest matches this company has ever seen. Your mentor Ryan Omega has wrongfully suspended me as well as took MY finishing move away for NO good reason except to protect people like you. And your wife? She stepped into our world when she was stupid enough to break the rules of the ticket and not read into the consequences. This is what we were drilled into doing rowdy fans...and I would’ve let her go had she not put her hands on me. It was self defense. But all of those people have one thing in common...Owen. They’re adults.
Iser’s voice, in a rarity, is fluctuating with emotion now.
Seth Iser: How dare YOU insinuate that I’m the sick bastard when those people perpetrated crimes against ME and I retaliated...and yet YOU Owen. YOU were the one with your style who encourages hardcore behavior. YOU’RE the one even if you regret it that broke into MY house and took away the safety of a home from MY own daughter. And instead of killing you, boy...I’ll beat you so bad that you’ll say I Quit...and you’ll wish you were dead after every physical and psychological trauma I put you through. A fate worse than death...is what you’ll get. And with all of those things that have happened...just remember...you asked for this. You wanted it...and it’s all...your...fault.
Owen Gonsalves: All my fault huh?
Iser chucks the chair out of the ring in how heated he is...and the seldom used ‘Die Iser Die’ chant soon breaks out. Iser glances out in the audience and notices a sign and he flips the microphone back on...and he’s completely lost it. Owen stands up, watching intently...
Seth Iser: You know I didn’t stutter. People like you Owen would wish and perpetrate murder and egg on the police to choke innocents out like it was a *bleep* damned western movie. People like YOU Owen would want to take away my daughter’s girl...and hell if you enjoy these people and just as much represent them as they represent you...there’s a sign right there that calls for the death of MY daughter and since you just about killed her emotionally. This sick culture is your fault...and with all of that anger and hatred I feel for each of these people and YOU Owen. I’m going to kick the living *bleep* out of you in the worst possible way. And they’ll remember your failures...knowing that all of this...was indeed your Fault.
In utter defiance Iser spits across the table right onto Owen’s face in a seal of exactly how he thinks of the young man. There’s a definite gasp from the audience as you can see Iser mouth ‘What are you going to do about that one, boy?’ The audience is slapping against anything, they've watched wrestling....they know how this goes. But much to their surprise Owen starts laughing as there is confusion written on everyone's face. Owen, with mic in hand, silently counts how many officers are in the ring at the moment....the moment he finishes the last one he nods slowly.
Owen Gonsalves: I like my chances....Run.
And suddenly Owen leaps over the table and dives into Iser as the two begin brawling all over the floor. Axel immediately evacuates as the six officers start to make their move at ringside. The two are fighting in something that resembles a Rangers hockey game with the fists and the tugging at the shirts for leverage for the punches on the ground. Two of the officers enter to try to restrain these two men but it only succeeded in giving both an opening to get to their feet and they’re merely trading blows on their feet now. For a second, the two officers do succeed in separating the raging bulls slightly before Owen chucks one of the microphones and it bonks off of Iser’s cranium.
Ruby Parvati: What a cheap blo---welcome back Axel. I thought you might get killed in there.
Axel Reid: That was the scariest situation I’ve ever been in in my entire life. These two are out of control, Ruby.
After that blow Owen’s going for what he did back at Iser’s house that Violence Driver. A twist from the big man to get out of the hold followed by a knee to the stomach and now he’s thinking Deprivation DDT but Owen ends up bull rushing Iser toward those two cops and into the ropes and Iser does spill out to the floor near the other four gathering officers. Owen however had grabbed the middle rope to prevent him from spilling to the outside with his hands. Iser immediately goes to reach for an audience member’s chair out on the floor but is refuted by the fans in the area and he’s shouting obscenities that can’t be aired on television at the fans before he turns around and sees the two other cops trying to restrain Owen back into the ring.
Axel Reid: New York’s finest are even having their issues separating these two enraged stars.
Ruby Parvati: Let them fight! I don’t think they can wait until the pay per view.
Owen breaks free, pushing the officer's off of him as they fall out of the ring. Suddenly Owen returns the favour that started the brawl by spitting a hunk of saliva and phlegm onto Iser and probably members of the NYPD. This infuriates Iser even more as all the officers are restraining the irate man. But they've seemingly allowed Owen to rip his jacket off and slam into the corner charging out of it BEFORE SAILING OVER THE TURNBUCKLES AND CRASHING DOWN ON THE CROWD OF MEN OUTSIDE THE RING!
Fans: HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***!
Axel Reid: What an insane dive onto a gaggle of men by Owen trying to take out Iser and probably all the officers separating them!
Iser and Owen after that dive are the first two people to stir but the two officers in the ring proactively grab Iser and more or less force him into the audience while he’s stunned from the move. Owen, as he’s getting up from the dive, realizes that Iser has now escaped his grasp and starts to re-enter the ring, listening to his adoring fans while Iser on the outside. Iser ends up snatching a chair from an old fan that was giving him the bird and as Owen’s climbing the turnbuckles, Iser ends up chucking the chair a pretty far distance and it smacks off the turnbuckle post...inches from hitting Owen.
Owen Gonsalves: Seth, come Fate of The Gods...I AM GOING TO BEAT THE EVER LIVING S*bleep* OUT OF YOU...BITCH!
The crowd roars at the vulgar declaration as Iser is giving him the finger and shouting his own vulgar words of abuse toward Owen as he’s being dragged back. Owen ends up chucking the microphone at Iser and the group of officers there and this time Iser just tilts his head barely making missing the big man on the second attempt though you hear the static when it bounces off the floor. “No Giving Up” is the first words heard from Owen’s theme blaring now.
Axel Reid: These two have absolutely lost control...and I’m afraid of what it’ll take to make either man say the words ‘I Quit’, Ruby.
Ruby Parvati: Owen’s aiming to in his words...kill the mothe---
Axel Reid: That’s enough of...vulgar language for today...I’m still slightly traumatized by all of this to begin with...but signing off until Fate of the Gods...where this situation will be resolved one way or another...I’m Axel Reid for Ruby Parvati...good night folks.