Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 22:52:15 GMT -5
CROW 002 - Revolution December 16th, 2013 - with Thunder versus Ace Bennett and Shawn Malakai |
A grimy old pub in downtown London, England isn’t the usual place you’d find a retired legend of pro wrestling, but here David Williams sits on the stool with a bottle of booze in front of him. Small talk ensues in the room as David just sits there downing his shots. The mood in the room quickly changes as Solomon Crow walks in alone. Crow moves his way onto a stool next to the retired Brit. Williams: What are you doing here?, Williams takes another shot as Crow just sits there next to him; blankly staring at the alcohol surrounding him. Crow: I need a veteran’s opinion. Williams puts down his glass and turns his head to Solomon. With a confused look on his face, David simply stares through Crow. Williams: What do you need me for? Crow: Your veteran’s opinion. Williams grins and sits there comfortably. He is obviously surprised by the words emerging from Solomon’s mouth. Williams: Why should I give you any advice? You ruined my chance of headlining SuperBrawl. Crow: You were a surprise entrant; do you really think you would win? Crow smirks at his remark, but Williams seems to take offence to it. The veteran taking another shot of whiskey before slamming the glass back down onto the corner. A look of rage emerges on his face as he turns his head to see Crow still sitting there. Williams: What will it take to get you to leave? I’ll drag you out if I have to. Crow: No. Not at all. I’m just here to relieve your pain. You aren’t mad at me for ruining your chances… It’s your brother. Crow sits there staring into Williams’ eyes with an evil grin hiding in his beard. Williams: Don’t talk about my brother! Williams whips his head into a furious stare into Solomon’s eyes. He wasn’t happy at the discussion but he seems to be a grenade looking to blow. His face turning red as smoke emerges from his ears. Williams: He’s dying and I understand that, but god damn he’s ruining himself. He’s putting himself through hell to die a legend; to die a champion. But he won’t get it. He can’t do it. Crow continues to hide his grin with his beard. It’s mildly visible, but not to the drunken Englishman sitting beside him. The Englishman sits there just bringing down shots due to his anger. He was still fuming and the opportunist Crow discovered that. Crow: But why should you be mad at him? He seems to be doing it alone. Williams immediately stopped downing the alcoholic beverages as he angrily slams down the final glass, shattering it on the counter. Small pieces of glass find its way between the two men. The bartender simply minding his business with other customers. Williams: Did you see that glass shatter? Crow shakes his head in agreance as Williams eyes become full of despair and looking to explode. Williams: That empty glass was his spirit. He is empty inside; losing everything that has ever mattered to him. His daughter being the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Now he’s just a shell of his former self and he won’t admit it! Crow looked concerned for the veteran, but his eyes were dancing with joy. David Williams was still fuming with anger. Drowning his sorrows with alcohol was not the situation as he felt the need to vent and Crow was the opportunist leaning in to listen. Crow: So, Shawn is using you to keep his spirit alive? Williams: Yeah, I guess. There’s a reason why Xavier Pierce hired Thunder and myself to protect him. My lousy excuse of a brother couldn’t handle himself from Trace Demon. And now Malakai is trying to recreate that old magic he had in himself. Crow: And this bothers you? Because he is better than you? Williams angrily stands up from his chair and grabs Crow by the shirt. Pulling “The Savior” up to his face while pissed off. Crow has gotten under his skin and in his mind and he knows it. Williams: He has never been better than me! I should have been the star of the family! Actually, if it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t be in the main event of SuperBrawl! David Williams lets go of Solomon’s shirt and throws him back onto his stool. The pieces of glass now being attended to by the bartender. He wasn’t all that professional but looked like an old Brit just looking for a night job. Crow: If you were to exploit him to take his spot, what exactly would you do? Williams looks straight in the full bottles behind the counter with a sorrowful grin. The amounts of bottles just stare back at him as his eyes gleam with the reflection of light of the liquids. Williams: All of that. Just sitting there blankly. It goes through you but it changes men. It kills them inside and destroys them. You know who else it destroys? Guys like Shawn Malakai. My brother always falls victim for the bottle. The contents inside just warm him up and makes him feel good. David realizes what he just said and quickly shuts up. The look in his eyes goes from anger to regretfullness as he realizes he just sold out his half-brother’s weakness. Problem is, he just revealed it to the most dangerous man in the SuperBrawl main event. Crow: I would like to thank you for your time mister Williams. You have been a big help. Crow smirks cockily as Williams shakes his head in disbelief, he has just been mindf*cked by the man who eliminated him from the Scars and Stripes battle royal. In disbelief, Williams simply stands up from the stool and leaves the pub. Not saying a word and shaking his head. Crow: Don’t worry David; I’ll pay for your drinks. David leaves the building as Crow turns his attention to the bartender. Smiling, Crow extends his hand into the air while placing it upon the bartender’s head. The bartender raising his arms in the crucifix position while grinning like a Cheshire cat. Crow: In the name of the Crow, the Reverend and the Nest, you shall live with immortality. |
Darkness. Just like how he liked it. It was full of darkness, no sounds emerging from the old farmhouse. The breeze flowing through the cracks of the wood panels chills the house as the men residing in it lay in the middle of the wrestling ring. They were a family and the ring being their family room. They weren’t just an ordinary family. They were united under one man… Solomon Crow. But here they were, just sitting there with no light and no sound in the middle of the squared circle. All of them lying down in a circle pattern around the WFWF International Championship; Matthew and Lucas one on side and Randye on the other. Solomon simply sits cross legged staring at his championship. The way it gleamed in his eyes was mesmerizing. The gold stained his pupils as the small hints of blue of the belt flowing like an ocean. That was his belt and he knew it, no matter what everybody else was saying. Demento was one of his sheep and when the sheep has fulfilled his duty, his wool gets shaven off. All of his contents go to his owner. The sound of peacefulness resonates throughout the room, not a peep coming from a mouse. That was until he heard a knocking. It was getting louder and louder as the breeze from outside suddenly stopped. It went dark and creepy, well creepier. There it was again, more knocking. Getting louder and louder with each thud on the old wooden door. The vibe in quickly changing as Solomon leaves the ring, alone. He makes his way across the room towards the door and slowly opens it, revealing...Reverend Shadow Reverend Shadow: It isn't polite to keep a guest waiting. Shadow looked proper, and primed from head to toe. His eyes were firm, and laid deep into Crow. Even though it didn't seem to affect Crow, while he returned the stare to the good Reverend. Crow: A good guest will wait forever until he gets what he wants. Crow stood there with a grin while glaring deeply into the eyes of the veteran standing in front of him. Shadow: I'm not prone to be a good guest, nor do I care for waiting. It seems this may have been more trouble than worth bothering with. Crow just stood there watching the eyes of his visitor, the eyes are the most unused weapon. It can crack the hardest of men. Crow: How did you find us? Most importantly, what do you need? Crow's tone changed from his usual creep style into a much more aggressive style. Shadow: Your first inquiry is irrelevant, and what I need. Well, I don’t rightly need anything as of this very moment. In the future I will though." Reverend smiled softly, and carried his voice easy, Shadow: This was merely formality, for a later date. Plus to assess whether or not you, or your 'group' as it were, were fit for my needs. Crow eyes began to wander down the Reverend's well dressed body. Not a fidget came from the corpse of the WFWF Hall of Famer, Crow knew he meant business. Crow: You come here to check us out. Well Jason, we have nothing to hide. Come on in, let's talk business. Solomon emerged with a small grin as he brings the good Reverend into the Crow's Nest. Crow: Want a seat? We have the ring right over there. Shadow: No seat, just simple introductions for later will do. I dont wish to waste much of your time, only what is needed. Reverend nodded to his host, and kept his hands tucked behind his back. Crow: Then what exactly is needed? I know you're not a simple man Jason. Crow looked directly at his guest as his men sat up in the ring, still surrounding the WFWF International Championship. Reverend smiled, nodded, and proceeded. Shadow: A day will come, in the future; an offer. I dont have exact details for you, only that you will gain a member, and that you will also gain an ally in the transaction. Prepare your thoughts, because when it is asked, I will not have time for ponderings then. Crow sat on the side of the ring, his International Championship on his lap. A huge grin forming on his face. Crow: A new member you say? Jason, now that you know our sanctuary. The door is always open for you. |
It took a little bit of legwork, but the producers behind the Ninja Battle were able to actually able to secure the one location that had been eluding them for months: supermarkets. Jon Andrews, who often fought under the moniker of Kah'ra-Tae, actually worked at a Ralph's during the day as a price checker and after threatening him for months with a possible suspension, the wanna-be Asian gave in allowed the Ninja Battle into the store. The fighters started in the Frozen Food's section. There was Mixed Martial Asshole, a "legitimate" fighter was back to try to turn around a pathetic losing streak of 0-12. Also appearing was the "European Sensation", Marc Douchington. One of Europe's (allegedly) promising young fighters. And then there was the Velocity Grrrl. The person who spent her entire career fighting the odds and defining hyperviolence as we know it... Penny ‘  in’ Shannon!Sitting in the corner was a younger looking man in a business suit. Surrounded by a flock of people, the man put on a mask and revealed himself to be Fantastico EgoTestical! His large buddy sat behind him in a rocking chair grinning as he pushed his sheep at the crowd of people. The cameras start rolling as a whole shopping cart of lightubes and PlayStation controllers rolls into the middle of the circle of men, and Penny. it, Penny wasn't going to waste any time. Lurching forward, Penny grabbed the shopping cart and drove hit hard against the legs of Marc Douchington, knocking him right into the shins, just blatantly stabbing him. Penny didn't even let up- she rammed the brunt of the shopping cart into Douchington's shins again and again, just breaking into his bone until the 'European' could barely stand. Mixed Martial bunghole howled into the air and slapped EgoTestical in the face and then assumed the position- lying on the ground with his legs spread out in the air. MMA: Come over here and get right on top of me! MMA spread his legs wider and thrusted his hips. MMA: Come on, ****! I'm ready for a fight! EgoTestical rolled and rolled on over to aisle five as MMA quickly followed him. Multiple cans of tomatoes were thrown in Asshole's direction but with his quickness he chopped them all down to the ground. The red juice flowing everywhere. MMA: Bring it on, Testical! MMA jumped into the air and smiled cockily as he crashes down on the descent. His feet slipping on this tomatoes' juice as he falls back first into the juice. ... With his legs spread in the air like the bitch he is! With a kick in her step, Penny hightailed over to EgoTestical and took to the air, locking her legs around his head as she pulled back for a hurricanrana, but EgoTestical was able to hold Penny back before completely flipping over and with that, grabbed a handful of her tights and powerbombed her right into the glass of the cold-storage they kept fish in. With fish flying everywhere, MMA and Kah'ra Tae duke it out next to the shopping cart. They trade rights and lefts until Testical spears them both through the cart as shards of gaming controllers and light tubes explode into the air! EgoTestical slowly crawls his way up as he comes face to face with the extravagant Penny Shannon. Penny grabs a chunk of fresh cod and shoves it right into EgoTestical's face, mashing it's dank fishiness all over- getting right in the eyes, nose and hell yes, his open mouth. Penny grabs more cod and starts choking out the 'Luchador' MMA motions from behind EgoTestical, wraps his arms around his waist and forces him down on the ground as MMA jerks his hips about, trying to 'get into fighting position' MMA: THIS IS REAL FIGHTING! MMA cried out, grabbing EgoTestical'’s legs and tripping him down as he now began to mount him. MMA wriggled about, locking his legs around EgoTestical's waist as he began to grind into a 'submission' Penny pointed and laughed. Penny: THAT IS SOOO GAY! But wait, Kah'’ra-Tae just nailed Penny in the face with a superkick! Penny falls backwards as her eyes glaze over. She falls flat on her back as Kah'ra-Tae smiles cockily at his fallen opponent. He jumps up and smiles towards the producers until he is jumped from behind by Solomon Crow. Kah'ra-Tae falling prey to deadly headlock driver onto the concrete floor of the Supermarket. Penny stumbles to her feet and makes the charge towards the stranger, knocking him down with high-legged clothesline. Penny tumbles to the ground, but it isn't long before she rushes over to Crow and starts pummeling shots across his back, throwing everything she can to hold him down Fantastico EgoTestical breaks up Penny's attempt by throwing multiple hard kicks into her side. Forcing her to grasp her ribs. Crow steadily rolls her over onto her back and starts pummeling her with fists directly in the noggin! Crow: Look, Virgin Penny. Just say one word and I'll stop fisting you. Penny just snapped! Shooting right up to her feet, Penny kicked EgoTestical right between the legs, feeling the splat of his testicals push up against her foot. Considering his ridiculous ring name, the kick to the balls was coming and with the ''luchador' set aside, Penny jumped Solomon Crow with a thez press and unleashed a flurry of punches and punches As Penny grabs a hold of Crow's ridiculously long beard, two large men emerge next to the exchange and pull Penny off of "The Savior" by her hair. She flies backwards onto the fish as Crow stands himself up with a huge grin. His two men flanked beside him. Crow: It's three on one. What are you going to do? Penny grinned. Penny: RAPE! Can we get an official here; I think these ers are trying to rape me- RAPE!Crow backed his sheep into a corner before coming face to face with the Velocity Grrrl. Crow: Oh, Virgin Penny. You prove a tough fighter. Penny pushes Solomon from her face as Crow spins right around into a spinning heel kick from Kah'ra-Tae. Crow goes down as his nose unleashes a tsunami of blood onto the floor. The look in his eyes goes blank as he eerily turns his head around to witness Kah'ra-Tae moving in on Penny. Crow flashes an evil grin as he sneaks up behind Kah'ra-Tae and drops him with a deadly headlock driver. Crow sits up on his knees looking up at Penny. Crow: Virgin Penny, shall we kill them all? Penny: I beg your pardon? Penny replied, looking up at Crow with a rather blank stare as she held down MMA's head into the fresh sea-food aquarium. Crow simply grabs Marc Douchington and drops him with a headlock driver on top of the busted shards of lightubes in the middle of the room. A sickening thud emerging from the blow. Crow: Virgin Penny, can't you see it? You thought you sold your soul to the devil. But you thought wrong, as he stands in front of your eyes. Crow sits himself up next to Penny as Fantastico EgoTesitcals removes his mask and hands "The Deranged One" his International Championship. Solomon retrieves it from his sheep and gently rubs it as if a pet. Penny: EW! Penny gasped, stepping away as she lit a joint. Penny: Well, you can certainly put up a fight. So I'll give you that. Crow simply puts his International Championship over his shoulder. Crow: You are underrated and have never been put your true potential. It should be Penny Shannon as World Champion. Crow walks on over behind Penny, standing behind her awkwardly. Crow: If you joined me, you would complete me. Penny shifted her eyes over at Crow and touched her dimple, considering this. Penny: I don't know... You' guys come a bit too Heaven's Gate for my taste. Plus, I don't think I wanna be World Champion- too much responsibility, but International Champion? yeah!Crow flirtatiously laughs to Penny's joke. Crow: Penny, Penny, Penny. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But as of right now, you're hated and I'm hated. Crow places his hand in her hair, twirling it flirtatiously, Crow: How about you come join Us? Penny: You guys are still really culty to me. Penny replied, lighting up a joint now. Penny: But you're freaky enough for me to consider an alliance of some kind. Crow simply smiled. Crow: Well Virgin Penny, the door is always unlocked. |
Crow: Michael, Michael, Michael. Or should I call you mister Gullable? Solomon Crow’s voice is met with his appearance. His International Championship latched over his shoulder. Thunder’s eyes rolls back into his head as “the Deranged One” plops down next to him. Thunder: So now you think you're a comedian too. Great. Just what we all need is for you to have an even bigger ego. Crow: An ego will only get you so far. It's my god-given talent that makes me better than everybody. Solomon’s sarcastic grin now goes into a full blown cocky smile. Rubbing his International Championship like it was a pet. Thunder: Don't get me wrong. I know you're talented too. But let's not get ahead of ourselves here. What happened in the Rumble only proved that there is no top dog in the company. And quite frankly, it takes a lot more skill to do what I did and last from beginning to end. Thunder rushes to his feet as he starts to pace around the locker room, seemingly uncomfortable to the WFWF newcomer. Solomon decides to sit there for longer as he starts to stare deep into Thunder’s soul. Crow: Let's not get ahead of ourselves Michael. We all know you had Shawn and Ace protecting you. I went in alone. Solomon’s gaze into Thunder wasn’t stopping as the International Championship now finds itself lying next to its possessor. Thunder: Clearly you don't understand me as well as you think you do. Sure, I was on good terms with both of them going in, but that meant nothing to me. I went after Shawn when I needed to. Alliances are overrated. They all fall apart when people get greedy. Crow: You know what doesn't fall apart? Family. And judging by your ties with Shawn, your brotherhood didn't last. Unlike my Nest. Thunder’s pacing came to an immeadiate halt as Solomon had intrigued him the last two sentences. A bone seemed to have been picked inside Thunder’s body. Thunder: You're right about Shawn. I know better than anyone else about so call brotherhoods falling apart. People have constantly come and gone from my side. And just like you in your Nest, I never thought the groups would break apart. Solomon pulls out a small razor blade from his jean pocket. In a weird process of thought, Solomon decides to glide the blade onto his index finger. Blood dripping off into the International Championship. Crow: The Nest will never separate. We are a bond, if you prick us we will all bleed. We are inseparable. Thunder: You can believe that if you want. But I still have my doubts. Solomon's gaze on his partner would not let up, but now his eyes turned black and a fire was building inside of them. He wants to go destroy his partner, but with a few deep breaths, he collects himself. Crow: Your doubt does not surprise me. We are that nightmare that everybody doesn't want to believe, but we won't budge. Thunder returns to pacing around the locker room and starts chuckling at the last statement. Thunder: As cynical as I am, it's still impressive to see how much you believe in your little group. That will be a big help for you for a while. Crow: Well Michael, we're so much more developed than you think. On the WFWF roster alone, we have eyes everywhere. Solomon grabs his championship and licks the blood from the shiny gold. It had captured his eyes as he beings stroking it once again as if a newborn puppy. Thunder: If you're looking to intimidate me with that, it's not going to work. Crow: It's not intimidation I'm looking to accomplish; I just know we could always use another pair of eyes. Solomon looks back towards his partner and simply emerges with a sick smile. Thunder: You're smart to want that. There's always more strength in more people. Crow: It's not just random people. It's those people who have been wronged by authority, society or their own problems. Michael, you fall into that category. You need us. Solomon places his championship onto his lap as he extends his hand out into the air, in the direction of his partner. His hand hanging there. Thunder: I may have been wronged, but I don't like the insinuation that I need anybody. Crow: You don't really need us per say, you're smarter than that. But what you do need is somebody looking after your back heading into SuperBrawl. Solomon smartens up and brings his hand back to his body. A quick sh*t eating grin in his lips. Thunder continues to pace around the locker room. Thunder: It certainly would help for someone to have my back. It's just a matter of trust. Crow: Look at Ace, we sent in Demento to gain his trust. Not only did we figure out his inner workings, but we also have his sister in our back pocket. Thunder: You do seem to have a way with building trust with people, I'll give you that. Thunder gives it a thought as he sits back down next to Solomon. Feeling better, Thunder sat there engaged in Solomon’s eyes. Crow: And I treat well all of those who treat me well. If you trust us, we'll watch over you. Seeing him engaged, Solomon taps his partner on the shoulder. A friendly gesture, although Thunder didn’t think much of it as he pulled back his shoulder. Thunder: I think you can understand my hesitance, all the same. Why don't we just see how well this tag match goes first? It's in our best interest to work together as unit if only for one night. Crow: For one night, I will forgive your ignorance that you provided to my Nest today. I'll do you a favor and punish Malakai for his ungratefulness towards us. Solomon jumps up onto his feet and grabs his International Championship. Slinging it onto his shoulders, he starts heading towards the exit. Soft words from Thunder stop his quest of leaving, as Solomon turns his head intruiged. Thunder: Call it ignorance if you wish. We'll agree to disagree on that. I have no doubt you'll be successful against Malakai in the match. Solomon smirks at the compliment from his Revolution partner. Crow: Just think about this, Shawn has wronged you. And I like where you stand. I'll do you a favor by eliminating those who betrayed you, and I'll let you have the satisfaction of seeing it right in front of you. Thunder: To be honest, I would probably enjoy seeing that. Crow: Well now, for the million dollar question. Do you trust me? Solomon has once again approached Thunder and this time extending his hand further. Thunder took a second to pause and think as he accepts the handshake. Both men gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Thunder: For the time being, I can trust you enough to walk in that ring by your side. But I reserve the right to change my mind if my doubts come to fruition. Crow: Well then Michael. The Nest could always use a bit more people. Show me what you have in the ring, and the door will always be open. |
He sat there with a grin, just staring at his International Championship. Nothing else in his sight, apart from me. Whenever he felt like it, he would glance up at me. Oh how much did I like it when he glanced up at me. Those big dark eyes would capture my stomach and twist it in so many ways, but I loved it. His long dark hair just hung on his shoulders, oh so perfectly. He didn’t even need to brush, it just stayed there. I wanted hair like that. I wonder if he has ever noticed my black hair. I hope he likes it. What if he doesn’t? I’ll need to chop it. Crow: Mary. Come here. Oh man. His eyes just glaring down my body. As I step closer to his body, I could feel the heat from my hands just leaving from me. I’m biting my lip vigorously, I couldn’t help it. He was perfect. I found myself sitting on my lap, his International Championship positioned on my legs. Crow: The way you look right now, reminds me of little children sitting on the lap of Santa Claus in shopping malls around the world. They get captured in the moment and they reveal what they want for Christmas. Then the parents use the fake Santa to find out what to buy their kids for Christmas. I didn’t know where he was going, but his words were as soft as a lullaby. The stench of his beard capturing my heart and twisting it. Twisting it way to hard, but I loved him. I loved soooo much. But what if he didn’t love me back? Would he kick me out? Would I go back to being alone? Oh god, I couldn’t tell him. Crow: And those mall Santas were wronged. They were used. But they were paid for it. This reminds me of that time in my childhood, Santa came to school. All of us little gullible kids took our turn and sat on his lap. Most of them asking for toy trucks, dolls and the occasional new piece of clothing. But when it was my turn, everybody’s attitude changed when I asked for one simple thing: World Peace. They all laughed at me. His eyes just went all black, but the little pieces of red in them reminded me of a fire. But a fire represents him, he is so hot. I want to tell him so much; I would be the peanut butter to his jam. He would complete me. Crow: I wanted peace. Just that one little request. But they laughed at me, and then I realized that you’re either a maker or a taker. If you’re not first, you’re last. Asking for world peace, I was last. Everybody wants to be first, they will not accept being equal as another human being. He was so hot when he’s fuming. His ears going red, I need that shade for my lips. Maybe after all this is done, he’ll bring me out. Eh, probably not. He can’t show favorites. I know that. I know what he’s thinking and I know this isn’t about his childhood anymore, it’s about that wrestling stuff he does. Hopefully he trains me soon. Crow: That’s something I need to change. The WFWF has no peace. We have “alliances” that implode on each other. But I’ve gone and found people that stand behind my idea of a perfect world. A world where I stand on top of the mountain, holding that big gold belt in the air. Fully knowing that I control everybody, but I wouldn’t turn my back on anybody. I’d let them live in peace, and when an intruder comes along, we will kill them in my name. His hands start touching mine, god they’re so hot. Just stained with blood but I loved that. It was uniqueness. He was beautiful, and he didn’t know it. He didn’t know that love was just a few inches away. I wonder if he felt the same way. Oh what happy days those would be. Crow: We have to start from the top though. We can’t just start at the bottom. That would be like killing small fish hoping the shark would starve to death. It’s cowardly. That’s why I’ve gone out of my way to help those who are troubled always know that they have a hand they can latch on to when they need it. Those people like Reverend Shadow, Penny Shannon, Joe Bishop, and Thunder amongst the others who have been spat on, can help me make this a better place. His eyes went back towards me while his hand now strokes my hair. With every soft touch of his, chills run up and down my spine. It felt good, a little too good. His words were still soft as he leans in on my neck, gently kissing it. Just little amounts of his lips hugging my neck. He must feel the same way. Crow: And when I get much more powerful, I’ll seek out whoever else needs me. Who knows that this place isn’t fair but will be when we work together. We’ll take out those who don’t respect what we want. We’re going to start that this week on Revolution. The warmth of his lips once again warm up my neck. His beard stroking my shoulders as my toes curl up and shivers run up my legs. I love him so much. His beard, his body, his ambition and his personality. It just screams “Take Me!”. Crow: Shawn Malakai and Ace Bennett left their “friend” through a ringside table. Live on pay-per-view. They embarrassed him on a worldwide broadcast, no matter how much he wants to downplay it. They killed a little bit of him. He will never get that piece of his mind back. That’s why we must kill them. Shawn Malakai and Ace Bennett both know how quick a stable falls apart. Revelation. They killed that group. Selfishness killed it. Too many chiefs and not enough Indians. Or however you want to word it. But their egos are so high; they think that is what’s going to happen to my Nest. They are dead wrong, we have strength in numbers. We will not die with the snap of a finger. That’s why when Thunder and I walk into the main event of Revolution, we will have three words on our minds: KILL THEM ALL. They better get ready; the Nest is coming stronger than ever. His bodies shifted as I’m know holding his hand while he gets up from his chair. The WFWF International Championship still hung on his shoulder. He’s so beautiful. I want him, and want him bad. Crow: I realized something Mary, I’m like modern Jesus. |
