Brimir

[Vladimir Strife]

As Tuesday Night Decimation begins, the landscape has been forever changed just a few short nights before. Along with freshly crowned tag team champions and both titles changing hands, the wrestling world had seen the end of the streak of Envy, one the looked poised to challenge the likes of the Kasbian Stalker, Kamil Fathi, and perhaps even the GodKing. Likewise, the latter of those and his rival, Hayden Hardkore, bid them farewell in the twisted Asylum, bring a close to the careers of two of the most decorated and accomplished legends ever seen. A new day was upon EVPW and the time was ripe for Vladimir's parting shot to take root.

The Concord crowd screams as a man emerges from backstage, eager for the show to begin. The lights gleam from his glasses and the expanse between the lengths of his skullet, Devin Bozz replacing the normal sights of Grimey C. Whiskey. He makes his way down the ramp, a smile upon his face as he takes to the ring, climbing the steel steps and making his way in with slight assistance from Lizzie Morna. He thanks her and she hands him a microphone as D. Bozz takes center stage and the camera's begin to roll.

"WELCOME TO TUESDAY NIGHT DECIMATION!!"

The cheers grow, nearly drowning him out as the excitement of the patrons peaks.

"Now, I know there's a whole lot of nobody missing Grimey, who has been put on leave temporarily, but for those of you who are unfamiliar with me - let me simply say that the Bozz is back! And he has a little treat... not just for all of your wonderful people... but for everybody in the back.."

"What is he talking about?"
"Well, shut up and he'll tell us, geez!"

"You see, a while back, I was approached by Vladimir Strife.."

Devin is at last silenced, his volume overridden by that of the people, who begin to gather to unison in chant.

"THANK YOU, VLAD! THANK YOU, VLAD!"

Their praise for the final showing of the Barbarian Lord slowly dies down until Devin can readjust his frames and continue.

"He had this idea. For anyone who followed Vlad's career before.. well, tonight, really.. it's no secret that he wasn't the kindest soul. The list of his transgressions is really about the only thing that runs longer than the list of his achievements in the business. He emerged upon GHW with a rage and viciousness that changed everything. Villainy ran out of control, entirely unchecked and sadly, it has til this day. Vlad knew this and well, he blamed himself for that. Anyone who rose up to fight the good fight ultimately came to face the GodKing and I don't have to tell you how that ended for them..

So Vlad had this idea to correct this. Project Brimir, he called it.. He scoured the world in search of the rawest potential he could find. Young stars who had yet to break out upon the scene, who had the makings of greatness... and he trained them. He hand-crafted the stars of tomorrow... holding them off until his retirement to stave the fate of those before them. A group of wrestlers with the ability to finally purge the darkness that has hung over EVPW since it's very conception. And now that Vlad is gone... the time has come."

Devin smiles broadly, a wry grin of confidence as he turns toward the entrance.

"Rhaps, Envy, Carson, Jim, and every last one of you that has terrorized these halls... it's time for justice. Allow me to introduce you to... The Alliance."

tbcb any member of the Alliance.

[KingBear]

Just as Devin Bozz says this, "The Alliance" pops up on the Butchertron in silver letters, flashing and spinning in random directions followed by the very well known guitar chords from "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses plays over the PA. As the vocals from Axel Rose kick in with his slowly growing scream, clips of Kade Samuels in his various matches pop up on the Butchertron. At the peak of the song Kade jumps out from behind the curtains wearing black running pants and a T-Shirt that says "The Alliance". The crowd goes insane at the sight of their long lost fool and winner of the SCW Deathmatch.

JP: Wait.. Kade is back? Finally! He must have taken a worse beating in that match than we all thought.

Ray: Or he was impacted pretty heavily by the death of one of the stars in that match. I mean, he was the target of the attack that killed Bella.

JP: Did you have to remind me and everyone else about that? That right there shows you how dangerous this sport truly is.

Kade smiles broad as he walks down the ramp, waving at the fans and moving from side to side to say Hi to people and thank them for coming out. Once he gets down to the ring, Kade looks up and his smile fades quickly into a frown for a moment as he thinks back. With a shake of his head, the frown is replaced by yet another smile and Kade looks up at Lizzie Morna who is waiting in the ring for him. With determination in his step, The Rookie climbs the steel steps and moves onto the apron before swinging under the top rope with surprisingly graceful ease. Without hesitation, Mr Oakley walks to the center of the squared circle, grabs Lizzie and plants a big wet kiss on her. The fan from before who looked like she was going to kill him has yet to continue her showing at the arena, but the fat lady in the front row is still there with her season tickets.

With a smile, Kade pulls away from Lizzie, pulling the mic from her before stepping away and looking around at his still screaming fans, no matter how small the section is. "Welcome to EVPW folks! It's great to be back. I missed your screaming voices and your happy faces, cant believe I stayed away this long."

JP: The response to this great and talented young star is electric. They love him.

Ray: How can they not? I mean.. Besides being such a Goody Goody.

"So, The Bozz did introduce The Alliance, and here I am. I AM The Alliance." Kade pauses a moment, looking around the arena as the crowd looks a little confused. "HA! I'm just kidding! I'm a member! Vlad figured that the new folks would need a not so new star or two to show them the ropes around here. I think he made a great choice.. Dont you?!" The crowd pops in response.

"Good, now.. Like Mr Bozz said, it's time for Justice and we're here to bring all of these terrorists in. You cant run and hide from us for long. We may be new, but we're not afraid to get our hands dirty. And as a good showing of this, The Alliance is going to be one of the tag teams in the Main Event. And guess who one of the representatives for The Alliance is.." The crowd pops again and starts cheering even louder than before drowning out any chance of either Kade or Devin talking over them.

"That's right, it's the one and only Carls Junior Sponsor.. CARL! Err.. I mean.. Wait.. Bozz?! Help me out here.. What was I talking about?" With a grin, Kade looks over his shoulder at The Bozz.

"I think what Mr Samuels was trying to say is... KADE SAMUELS WILL BE IN THE MAIN EVENT!!!!" The crowd goes insane at this announcement.

JP: Would you look at that? One day back and he's already in the Main Event again! This kid is going to be a great addition to The Alliance and I'm going to be their number one fan.

Ray: You would JP.. With how you're talking about Kade, it makes me wonder if I really am the gay one here.

"With that being said.. I think it's time to introduce the NEXT member of this illustrious team. And dont worry, you wont be disappointed." Kade grins as he shakes hands with Devin Bozz before looking up to the entrance ramp.

TBCB any member of The Alliance.

[nextgeneration]

Suddenly the arena is shrouded in darkness and the sound of pounding drums blasts through the speakers like an accelerated heartbeat.

“FLASH!!!! A-AHH!” The sound of lightening streaks across the PA system and the lights begin to flicker to the sound of the music.

Ray: “What the heck is going on Jimmy?”

JP: “It sounds like Flash Gordon is approaching Ray."

Ray: "Nerd."

“Savior of the universe!

Flash! a-ah, he’ll save every one of us
Flash! a-ah, he's a miracle. DUN DUN DUN-DUNA!”

Through the chaos of the flashing luminescence a man can be seen doing various heroic poses as if he were a dancer in a rave. The tall figure is dressed in the same garb as the aforementioned syfy hero of old; a black and red muscle shirt with a red star like insignia on its face, a pair of black slacks and matching wrestling boots.

“ahahaha-“

“ what's happening, FLASH?!

“-unprecisidented solar eclipse-“

“Flash a-ah
King of the impossible!

He's for every one of us
Stand for every one of us
He save with a mighty hand
Every man, every woman
Every child, with a mighty
Flash.”

Finally, the lights cease their irritating pulse and all eyes focus on the man standing on the entrance platform, motionless upon his pedestal with his head held high and his fists resting on his hips in a superman like pose. The onlookers go wild with laughter, cheering the silly rookie’s curious behavior onward, and for some their hippocampuses sing of old memories renewed. The new member to the EVPW roster thrusts his hands into the air before beginning his strut down the ramp, stopping on occasion to kick into the air with a flourish or give an intangible foe in front of him a flurry of punches.

Ray: “I can’t decide if I love him… Or hate him.”

Jimmy: “FLASHA! A-AH!” He exclaims enthusiastically whilst throwing his hands into the air.

“what do you mean flash gordon approaching? OPEN FIRE!!!” The sound of lasers firing assaults the ears of the occupants of the arena.


“GORDON'S ALIVEALIVELIVE?!?!”

The ostentatious athlete ascends the ring steps and climbs somewhat clumsily between the ropes. Once he’s surmounted the terrible tendrils of the squared circle he sticks his landing, once again piercing the sky with his awesome fists of fury and causing another eruption of laughter and cheering. The Trekkie then turns his attention to Kade, taking his hand and shaking it vigorously before doing the same to Bozz. Lizzie Morna chuckles lightly at the newbie’s antics and hands him a microphone, “Heeeellllooooo EVPW! Helloooo AMAZING FANS! I am The Next Generation, Maxwell Silverhammer, and The Alliance shall be the light that wipes out the darkness that has engulfed this fine federation! The evil horde doesn’t stand a chance against us; good shall always prevail!!"

Maxwell suddenly gets down on one knee, the microphone held to his lips with his head titled back and his hand held out in front of him imploringly, “I’m juuust a man, with a man’s courage. Nothing buut a maan-“

Bozz places his hand on the nerdtastic one’s shoulder and shakes his head, “that’s enough Max.. More than enough.”

The Space Head smiles sheepishly and nods his head, standing upright and clearing his throat,"And the next member of our landing party of Justice!-"

All eyes turn to the entrance in anticipation for the next arrival.

TBCB Alliance member

[Vladimir Strife]

As they await the arrival of the next member to the team, a song begins to blare through the speakers.



A few recall the sound and cheer for the Viking Warrior as Erik Ornstein emerges from the back, a huge smile across his face as he raises his a fist into the air to encourage them further. Inside the ring, Kade and Maxwell applaud their teammate, the big man rushing down the ramp and taking a running jump onto the apron. He steps into the ring through the top two ropes, greeted by Kade with a hug and Maxwell with a microphone.

"How are we doing tonight, Concord?!"

The crowd comes alive with excitement as he holds the microphone into the air to capture it. He gives it a moment to die down before bringing the microphone back to his front.

"Now, I know only a few of you know who I am... and I know I may not have the fresh face of Maxwell here or quite the weight to my name that Kade carries, but I do have one thing for certain... the power to help bring down the poor man's Deliverance that is the Logging Crew!"

Another pop follows for the promise of an exciting Main Event, but Erik reigns himself in as he turns toward the Butchertron.

"Now, if I'm not mistaken, I think we've got one more back there to introduce to everybody, so come on out, rookie!"

tbcb the last one (for now)

[heavyhitter]

All sights set upon the Butchertron, it springs back to life once more with the shifting declaration of a member of "The Alliance". Metallica's famous hit "For Whom The Bell Tolls" strikes up, cueing the arrival of the last piece of the puzzle - a 6'1" heavyweight clad of basic garb and gear. The newcomer strolls out of the back looking freshly minted from whatever far away device rolls out the federation's fodder, a forced and meager curl of his lips directed at the fans on his way to ringside. They respond with a likewise lukewarm reception. Bruce steadily ascends the steel steps, mild wags of his hand aimed to gain their favor and casting an uncomfortable vibe. He steps into the ring and Eric passes the audial torch with a warm greeting. The Solid Core Gym is eerily quiet as they watch him shuffle his feet until Devin finally prods him.

"Would you like to say something to the fans, Bruce?"

The Heavy Hitter looks around at them slowly. He rakes his nails over the top of his ear and down to the nape of his neck as the opposite arm brings the receiver into range. It hangs in the air among the still silence before he at last gives credence to the concept that it works.

"Hi.."

Ray: "Oh my... I hope Vlad and his helpers taught him very well how to wrestle, because they sure didn't show him how to charm an audience."
JP: "This is kind of painful to watch. It might actually be the most underwhelming introduction we have seen."

Devin clears his throat, trying to coax him to continue until Kade steps in. He gives a charming smile to the crowd as he poses a question to the Heavy Hitter.

"Anything else, partner?"

Bruce looks around again before shaking his head, indicating that he is entirely content with his single syllable response. Kade turns to Devin with a shrug, who directs the attention back to himself to keep the fans from getting restless.

"Uh, Bruce Adrian, everyone! I promise his bite is more feirce than his bark! In fact, we'll all see first hand tonight as he squares off against the most sinister star around - Rhaps! So, everybody strap in and prepare for a night of action and thank you for coming out to watch the best wrestling around!"

tbc or eot?

[Cletus & Big Jim]

The Alliance's celebration is cut short by the dulcet pickings of Huddy Ledbetter and the chorus of boos that follow on the strain.  Within seconds the Logging Crew stride out into view, Cletus decked in is trademark black watch cap, Mackinaw jacket, and carrying his double-bitted axe, followed by Big Jim wrapped in animal skins and logging chains, and eerily fascinated by his pulp hook.

Cletus produces a microphone and hands it to the ex-King of the Deathmatch

If you boys are done with yer big circle jerk, it's time to realize that you're green as gourds and the Logging Crew are gonna hollow you out just in time for All Hallow's Eve.

You kids better look out, you're rattlin' on like the clapper on a goose's ass, but what you don't realize is that it's often a man's mouth broke his nose.  


Don’t let your tongue slit your throat....

The poor man's Deliverance?  Well Conan, you certainly do have a fresh face...

...and a pretty mouth....

...but we'll see what we can do toward making sure you lose both.

We'll leave you and ol'Bozz Hogg squealin' like a pig. The GodKing ain't around to save yer chicken asses no more.

You all talk a good game boys, but the bottom line is that talk's all you've got just yet.  No matter how tall your mentor was, you have to do your own growing. You wanna call us terrorists, we'll show you what Terror's all about tonight.  The Privateers, them we respect, but you?  

You don't mean shit to anyone 'cept these fans and they'd cheer for a pig in a singlet.

Enough talk Jimmy, we had best be on our way.  After all, the person of the greatest talk is the person of the least work. 

Well Cletus, these boys are definitely doing a job tonight.

Leadbelly keeps strumming and the Loggers depart.

TBC?

[Nicholas Carson]

Just when things couldn't get worse for the fans and their insta-heroes in the ring, the tron crackles to life with the counteneace of evil itself, Nicholas Carson, staring down upon them. The Maniac Mauler's face is set in its usual satanic way, twisted and snarling and evil. As they normally do when "graced" with his presence, the crowd lashes out at him with proclamations of hatred. The Agent of Chaos holds his gaze steady for the longest time until his eyes slowly begin to scan left to right, as though he is looking down upon mortals from his cliff somewhere on Mount Olympus. The corners of his mouth inch their way upward and begin to widen as the magnitude of the revelation inside the ring seems to hit him. His yellow and blackened teeth appear in all their hideous glory thereafter, causing many in attendance to feel queasy in their bellies as he loses his shit.

"EEEEEEEYYYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

His laughter gets the best of him and he has to back away from the eye of the camera. He points at the lens and is able to cease his hysterics long enough to catch one single breath, but whatever words he had conjured up to retort are bested by yet another spell of laughter that leaves the Mauler red faced and weezing like a fat kid after a long walk around a track. Suddenly he falls out of view, the camera following him as he hits the floor and appears to be having some difficulties breathing, although that smile is still spread across his fucked up features. He points at the camera again and tries to speak, but can't, the comical sight inside the ring is too humorous for him to stop thinking about. The fans begin to get loud again, trying to overpower his laughter as the Alliance converse with each other in the ring and can only shake their heads at the Lord of Lunacy's behavior.

The Maniac Mauler climbs up to his vertical base using aids from nearby stage crates and other backstage platforms, yet the laughter still follows him. Feeling as though he is going to collapse again, Nicky Boy snags a stage hand by the shoulder and pulls him in close, slinging his arm over his shoulder despite being far taller and heavier than the scared to death worker. The scrawny little guy freezes in fear as Nicky finally begins to harness control over himself, well, at least long enough to point into the camera again. He half breathes-half talks to the league of extraordinary shit stains inside the ring, and goes so far as to tap into his original gimmick from long ago.

"HEHEHAHA AND... AND HEHEHAHAHA... AND I THOUGHT MY JOKES WERE BAD."

With that, he stumbles off camera with the gentleman still under his wing. Finally, mercifully, the tron goes blank.

"What a classless piece of work Carson is. I can't wait for the Alliance to ring his neck."

"Pfft I can't wait for one of those Alliance'ers to ring my..."

"DON'T EVEN SAY IT!"

TBCB or FIN.