Project Rebirth

[Chris Pyro]

The fans are ecstatic for the return of EVPW. Fans shuffle into their seats as the driving sound of "LifeWar" by Demon Hunter blasts over the PA System



On the stage stands Chris Pyro, decked out in black combat boots, black cargo pants and flack jacket. His long black hair tied into a ponytail. He marches down to the ring, a determined look on the Dark Jester's face. He reaches the ring and stomps his way up the steps with a determination unseen in him for a long while. He walks along the apron, eyeing the crowd as he does so. He turns on the apron and climbs between the ropes into the ring. He holds his hand out for the mic.

Pyro:
Well, well, well. Here we are again. EVPW rising from the ashes for another attempt. And here I am, the madman of EVPW standing here again. But you see, during the time away, I looked into why EVPW keeps struggling. Why EVPW keeps falling. And I realized something. It's the old guard. These veterans who decide to cling to their glory. Guys like Rhaps, Kahlan, Metal Dragon. Even myself. But I also saw guys like Chris Dolmeth, Phenomena. Young blood who are now striving to build their own legacy.

Chris walks around the ring, glaring at the fans who are booing.

Pyro:
And who is the facilitator? KingBear. He allows this to happen. But I'm starting a revolution. I will not be here in a wrestling capacity. My time is gone, and its time to raise my successor.



Pyro gestures to the stage as a spotlight hits the stage, illuminating a new individual to the EVPW scene. Dressed in black combat boots, black spandex pants, black kevlar vest with a white spider design with black, long sleeve underarmour shirt and black gloves. His face and head hidden in a black mask. The black clad soldier begins his march to the ring with a similar march to that of Pyro moments earlier. He reaches the ring, leaping to the apron in a fluid movement, climbing into the ring. Chris walks over, extending his hand to the newcomer.

Pyro:
And here he is. Agent Shadow. My protoge, and the first soldier in Project Rebirth. We will tear down EVPW, allow the younger stars to get back into position to allow this place to grow. EVPW officials, if you're listening, I am declaring war on you and any who oppose this regime change. But I will give you a way out. You come out here, and you hand over control of this company to me, you will be spared a very violent and costly war. If not, than no one will be safe. Not Lizzie Morna, not Jimmy Pate or Ray White. Not even that lowly ring crew member. Anyone even remotely associated with you will be fair game. Unrestricted war has come to EVPW. Soldiers will join Project Rebirth.


Agent Shadow stands emotionless as he listens to his mentor talk. Pyro raises his left arm in the air, making sure he gets EVPW's attention.

Pyro:
What will it be, EVPW? Who will rise and join our cause? Who will be the casualties in our vendetta?

[Phenomena]

Chris Pyro remains standing in the center of the ring of the Solid Core Gymnasium, confident as he can be, while boos from the audience still resonate through the arena. Agent Shadow remains still, almost lifeless, arms down in front of him, anyone would think he was a robot. In the next moment, 'TV on The Radio' by DLZ starts bursting through, and the boos intensify as they realize The Phenomenal One himself has come to join this new regime. He is now visible at the top of the entrance ramp, wearing a grungy white tank top, blue work jeans with some noticeable rips, and his usual work boots, scuffed and scratched by their years of use. The audience's hate is now focused on him as he walks down the ramp, and one exceptionally cocky fan spits at the Phenomenal One, landing on the tip of his boot. He displays no outward emotion, simply stops, as the fan who does this tries to remain strong-faced but retreats slightly. The Iron Assassin slowly turns his head to face this unworthy profligate who has the nerve to embarrass him, causing this brash fan to move two or three rows back into the ranks of the audience. The Legionary lets out a throaty chuckle as he continues on his way to the ropes, and slides underneath them to stand alongside Chris Pyro and Agent Shadow. The Dark Angel extends his hand to Phenomena, to which he replies with a vigorous handshake. The Dark Knight hands the Phenomenal One his microphone, and steps back further to the ropes, with Agent Shadow staying exactly where he is with no outward reaction whatsoever. The Phenomenal One raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

Phenomena: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sick and tired. Sick and tired of having to work my way up, even though I know that I could take anyone that decides it's a clever idea to challenge me. Sick and tired of these dinosaurs of EVPW holding onto whatever scraps of pride or dignity they think they have left, of the Old Guard thinking they are entitled to some sort of dominance over the New Blood, instead of just stepping aside like they would do if they had a brain cell between them. But you know what i'm most sick of? The 'Faces', who only wrestle so that they can get on t-shirts and posters, who are just in it for the fame and the approval of the crowd, instead of us who are of a higher caliber, who wrestle to get themselves ahead. Have I ever told you I don't really like the term 'Faces'? However, I am a fan of the anatomy genre. So therefore, I'd like to rebrand these prissy little poster boys as the 'pussies'. These pussies think that all they need to succeed in this industry is the backing of the fans, but this is bullshit! what the pussies really need to get ahead in this industry is to grow a big ol' set of balls and set out for themselves, or move the fuck out of the way and let the real men come through!

This statement from the Phenomenal One causes an uprising from the fans, and the boos are heavier than ever, while Chris Pyro stands back looking appeased from the Phenomenal One's statements, whereas Agent Shadow has not visibly moved a muscle since he got in the ring. The Iron Assassin then raises his arm and points a finger towards Chris Pyro.

Phenomena: You see, I respect this man, because he sees that he is no longer in his prime, and instead of stubbornly, desperately grasping onto his wrestling career, he has the sense to use his abilities to do the whole of EVPW some good. And for these reasons, I will not be opposing this new regime, but I will embrace it wholeheartedly, and I hope you all believe me when I say I will do whatever it takes to stomp out these idiosyncrasies that I have been talking about, and usher EVPW into an era that isn't controlled by those unfit to control it, these old men who think their experience grants them a divine right over those that would be much better suited to their duties than them, namely yours truly. I will not eat, I will not sleep, I will not rest until the pussies are out and EVPW can even be considered a real wrestling federation, and you can put money on that!

The Phenomenal One slams down the microphone, and the boos of the audience magnify intensely, but this revitalizes him, and he gladly basks in the glory of the hate he is receiving. The Legionary then turns around to Chris Pyro, shakes his hand once again, and then turns to face the entrance ramp, awaiting either someone to join the revolution, or anyone who might challenge it.