□■■Following Fallout■■□

□■■The Monologue■■□
Very rarely, especially in today’s wrestling industry, do you see a rivalry that lasts over a year. In fact, nowadays you would be hard pressed to find a rivalry that lasts longer than a month! But for a rivalry to last over two years, and still have the same heat as if it was the first time they fought, that’s something special.

That’s something you’ll all witness this week.

That is something Death-Angel and I have.

I remember the first time I had ever laid eyes on Death-Angel. Not on television, but in person. We were on different shows starting things off in the NLWF, but the first time I set my sights on him, I remember being memorized.

It’s not everyday you see someone who is almost ten feet tall, that also looks the way that Death-Angel looks. His sheer stature was intimidating enough that when people joined the Legacy brand he was featured on, more often than not, they would come and go in fear alone.

Not even wanting to step into the ring with this godforsaken man.. And I use the word “man” lightly. I think the most impressive thing though, was that he had already been in the business around sixteen years! I was sick of this business after nine months, I can’t even contemplate the patience this man must have.

Those are only a few of the things that make Death-Angel legendary. He deserves everything he has ever accomplished in this business. But for him to be in the Hall of Fame before myself, is a travesty that must be fixed.

When I heard Death-Angel was being entered in the Hall of Fame, I asked “After me?” When the answer was no, I began to think of what I should do. So I made the trip to the Hall of Fame show, where I inducted Death-Angel into the Hall of Fame myself.

Not knowing what I would do or how I would react, I went out onto the stage and I said what I needed to say to get Death-Angel out into a trap. You see, upon arriving at the Hall of Fame show, I met a man who made a first impression on me like no other! Upon meeting this man, I felt as if I was meeting the future of the wrestling industry. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke with such confidence, and his despise for Death-Angel being entered in the Hall of Fame, it rivaled my own.

That man was Dan Alexander, and all the things I believed about him from our one meeting, would prove to be the truth. But it was that night that the two of us came up with the plan to take out Death-Angel during his induction! We attacked viciously, sending a message to one of the biggest and best monsters who ever lived!

Dan Alexander would move on to beat Death-Angel, along with accomplishing several other feats in the IWF, While I.. Well, I was a one hit wonder. I came in with an idea, with a plan, but didn’t think much past that plan.

So I tried to jump aboard some, lets be honest about it, doomed to failure train called Seven. But the feeling I had come in with, burnt out as quickly as it came. So Corey Casey and his goon squad decided to take me out, but what he didn’t know, is that I had already planned to take myself out.

Much like meeting Dan Alexander, I met a man who I convinced to help me fake my death. While this man was nowhere near as impressive to me as Dan Alexander, he did serve his purpose. That man was Vincent Van Rose, and we arranged a lynching!

I got what I wanted. I was out of the IWF, free to do whatever I will. Over the last few months, I’ve filmed movies, I’ve rebuilt the establishment of my life, of my mental well being, hell, I even got my butler back!

I came to the realization, that I hated my wrestling life, because my personal life was in desperate need of my attention. I feel at peace. Now that I’ve removed the wart on the ass of the wrestling business, Corey Casey. I feel as though I can do what I did when I first started off. I feel like I can capture the fans, capture peoples imagination, capture the championship, and once again take my place on top of the world!


□■■The Story■■□
Following Fallout, Brenton Cyrus makes his way up the entrance ramp, looking to his left then to his right at the fans. Some had started to leave, but most of the people were still in attendance. Before Brenton can step backstage, he stops at the sound of the fans chanting his name.

“BRENTON!” “BRENTON!” “BRENTON!” “BRENTON!” “BRENTON!” “BRENTON!”

He stops halfway across the stage and turns around slowly, looking out at all the people with a single eyebrow raised. He takes a few steps forward, positioning himself at the place where the top of the ramp connects with the stage. He holds his arms up, doing the god pose one last time to the sound of cheering and applause. He smirks, not letting a full smile out. He mouths the words “Thank you.” Before he turns around and walks off stage.

He hurries down the steps and passes by the gorilla position where he is greeted by a familiar face.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Well isn’t this a sight for sore eyes!

He looks ahead at Alison Williams. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms in front of her, then uses them to prop up her breasts some more.

Alison Williams
Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me!

Brenton shakes his head, avoiding eye contact, as he walks by her. He stops as they go shoulder to shoulder, then he leans in and whispers in her ear.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I think I would be happier dead, than to have to look at you any longer!

Brenton takes a step forward, moving to walk away, but his arm is grabbed by Alison.

Alison Williams
We both know the only reason you’re here tonight is to try and win me back!

Before Alison can continue, Brenton lets out a sigh of false laughter.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Win you back? You’re the kind of prize reserved for inmates on death row!

Alison hits him to the arm, closed fist.

Alison Williams
SHUT UP!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You only want me to, “Shut up!” because you know I’m right and can’t think of a comeback!

Brenton lets out another false laugh, still doing everything he can to avoid eye contact with her.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Wait, did I say can’t? I meant you aren’t smart enough to think of a comeback!

Alison Williams
You… Uh… FUCK YOU!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You already have! Physically, mentally, emotionally! YOU’VE FUCKED ME! That’s why I want nothing to do with you, nothing has changed since the last time I saw you!


■The Last Time He Saw Her■

“The court rules in favor of Mr. Cyrus and we grant him full custody of Emily Rose Cyrus. Ms. Williams, you will be granted with supervised visitation rights.”

Alison jumps to her feat, sending the chair she was sitting in sliding away behind her. She slaps her hands down on the table in front of her.

Alison Williams
SUPERVISED!? You want someone to watch me when I want to watch my daughter?

Brenton Cyrus chuckles to himself, sitting only a few feet away from the outraged Alison Williams. He tries to cover his overjoyed face, but Alison notices him.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
He’s probably afraid you’ll try to suck a dick with her in your presence…

Alison Williams
SHUT THE FUCK UP!

“Ms. Williams, another uproar like that one and I‘ll have my bailiff escort you out of here!”

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
It’s alright Alison, if he didn’t throw you out the first five times you got upset, I highly doubt he’s going to do anything now that I’ve won.

Alison turns to Brenton.

Alison Williams
I told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

Alison walks around the table and rushes over to the judge. The bailiff takes a step forward, but the judge holds his hand out, topping him. Alison looks up at the judge, a flirtatious smile on her face.

Alison Williams
Perhaps we can work something out, just the two of us…

Alison holds and imaginary dick in her hand and pretends to place it in her mouth. She uses her tongue to push against her cheek, making her mouth look full and she sucks the imaginary cock in front of the judge.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Oh good god!

“Ms. Williams, are you aware that bribing a government official with anything, including sex, is a federal offense?”

Alison Williams
Yeah, but getting your cock sucked by me is a…

“Bailiff, get this woman out of my sight!”

Alison Williams
Oh, I get it, YOU’RE A FAG!

The bailiff grabs Alison by her arm.

Alison Williams
YOU’RE A FAG TOO! I GET IT NOW!

■■

Brenton shakes his head after spacing out. He finally looks at Alison.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You’re lucky they didn’t arrest you!

Alison frowns, putting on a pout.

Alison Williams
Brenton… Please.. I miss my daughter. I miss you! Why can’t we just start over?

Brenton tries to look away, but his eyes are locked on her eyes. He tilts his head down, but his eyes remain stuck in hers.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
We just can’t.. Too many things have happened. I hate you as much as I love you, and that’s not what I want. I want someone who I love unconditionally, who can show me the same.

Alison Williams
I can!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Are you kidding me? You can’t even love yourself! How the hell are you suppose to love me the way I need to be loved?

Alison Williams
I can try!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
We’ve tried! I’ve tried as much as I’m going to try! I don’t want to have to try, I want it to be real! We shouldn’t have to try, it is, or it isn’t, and with us it just isn’t!

Brenton finally looks away, turning his back on her. He exhales deeply.

Alison Williams
So what? That’s it? We have a daughter together! A miracle daughter! I want to see her so bad, but can’t because of you!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Don’t you dare try to blame me! How dare you make me the scapegoat to your irresponsible and stupid behavior! You had your chance to step up and be a positive role model on your daughter! A chance to step up and be a real adult! But you would rather be a whore! You would rather suck random dick than be with your daughter and do you know who you should blame?

Brenton turns around slowly, staring at her menacingly, fire in his eyes.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You.

Alison opens her mouth, but this time not to say anything. Her mouth just stay open, agape as she stares ahead at Brenton. He turns his back on her again and starts to walk away. As he’s walking, he looks at his left arm, seeing the tattoo of the rose on his arm. The significance of it goes straight to his heart and his legs stop moving him forward.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
If you want to come and visit Emily… Just give me a call and I’ll supervise..

The sound of footsteps running across the hall gets Brenton to turn around. As he does Alison almost tackles him to the ground, throwing her arms around his waist, hugging him. Brenton reluctantly puts his arms around her and pats her on her back. She continues to hold him, the tears from her eyes soaking into his shirt.

Alison Williams
Thank you.

She hugs him even tighter. Brenton inhales, getting a strong whiff of her hair. Strawberries, just like he remembered. The scent brings back so many happy memories and he becomes consumed in the hug, now hugging her back completely.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Please, just don’t make me regret it.

She lets him go and looks into his eyes. She wipes away some of the final tears and nods her head.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I’ll see you around.

She waves goodbye to him as he turns and continues walking away. Brenton looks at his Rolex, checking the time. He smiles as he realizes he’s just in time to meet up with a business associate. Brenton heads out to the parking lot and waits by his rented car. He pops the trunk open and walks to the back, opening it. He pulls out a briefcase and looks around.

“Cursed……….Cursed……….Cursed……….”

Brenton looks around as the voice echoes throughout the parking structure. He smirks and leans against the car, holding the briefcase firm.

“Cursed……….Cursed……….”

Brenton closes his eyes, remembering when the curse began. It felt like an eternity ago, even though it was only slightly over two years. It all remains so clear in his head, that when he pictures it, it’s as if he is there again.

“CURSED!”

He opens his eyes to see a man in a trench coat and fedora, leaning against one of the parking structure pillars. Brenton walks over slowly, briefcase in hand. He stands side by side with the man, placing the briefcase down between them.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I’ve heard only good things about the work you do.

“That‘s because I only do good work.”

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
That’s exactly what I want to hear, because I’m in need of your services next week.

“What‘s the job?”

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Battle Grounds. I need you to take someone out, and anyone else who tries to stop you from taking this man out. Sound like something you’re capable of?

“Details, what will you have me do?”

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I want you to attack the new IWF champion, but I don’t him taken out. I just want you to send a message, show him what he’ll be dealing with. If you can take care of what I need you to take care of, I’ll make sure you’re permanently taken care of.

“You wont be disappointed.”

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
The briefcase holds one hundred thousand dollars. I know it’s more than what you asked, but I want to make sure you’re motivated. Upon completion, I’ll have another briefcase for you.

The disguised man picks up t he briefcase, then turns and walks away.

“See you at the show.”

Brenton smiles and turns around to face his car. His eyes open wide as he sees Death-Angel standing near the car.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You son of a bitch!

Brenton takes a few steps forward, then starts to run at him. Death-Angel motions with his hands for Brenton to bring it on, but then he vanishes. Brenton tries to stop running, slowing himself down.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Oh shit…. It’s….

Before Brenton can do anything with his realization, the rented car explodes, sending him flying backwards. Brenton rolls back over himself, then stops on his knees, looking ahead at the destruction.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
…A trap…

“Cursed…. Cursed…. Cursed… Cursed… Cursed…”

The echoing continues through Brenton’s head. He manages to get to his feet, where he brushes himself off.


□■■The Match■■□
We meet again my brother or should I say, we meet for the first time ever in IWF! We are bringing The End Game to our new home, and I feel as though anything but the best End Game ever, will be a disappointment.

I hate disappointment.

But considering we were the first two men to ever step inside The End Game, it seems fitting we’ll do it again and be the first two men to step inside the IWF End Game. For those of you not familiar with The End Game, it’s a match contested inside Hell in a Cell. As if that wasn’t dangerous enough, the ring apron will be set ablaze, surrounding us in fire and steel.

Only one of us walks away.

Just like the first time.

However, the first End Game, I didn’t defeat you. Sure I won the match, but I didn’t get the finish like I’ve always wanted. Matter of fact, I’ve never gotten the finish on Death-Angel, never got the pinfall or submission.

The first End Game was no different. I put Death-Angel through the roof of the cell, sending him crashing through the ring mat! The flames surrounding the ring were sucked in with him and it was thought that I had killed the mighty Death-Angel.

Obviously, killing Death-Angel isn’t an option, since he knows where the exit door of hell is located. But beating Death-Angel, defeating him for the first time in my career, finally putting the curse to an end.

That’s not just possible, it’s guaranteed to happen this week!

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more prepared physically, mentally, and spiritually to step into the most destructive match, with the most psychotic and destructive man alive. I have no fear stepping into this match, which should make you very afraid Death-Angel.

Our history, as historic as it is, means nothing anymore. All that matters is the here and now, and right here and now, I’ve got my complete and totally dedication and focus to kicking your ass! To sending a message that gets to the new IWF Champion.

A message that says, just because you hold that belt, doesn’t mean you’re the best. I’m main eventing in my debut with the IWF against a Hall of Famer. I have the opportunity to win this sixteen man tournament and capture the briefcase that will give me the same power I had when I took over Legacy, when I took over the NLWF, when I took over professional wrestling.

The only thing between myself and the IWF Championship, is time and space.

How I fill that space, over the period of time it takes me to become the IWF Champion, is up to me.

But it all begins at Battle Grounds this week.