Vengeance. Showtime. Domination. (Xtraction Part 1/2)
May 28, 2018 22:54:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Anomoly on May 28, 2018 22:54:31 GMT -5
..:: MAY 21ST, 2018 ::..
The Anomoly stands victorious, defeating two up and comers in AXW. The referee hands him his AXW Undisputed Championship, and he proudly holds it up for the booing crowd to adore. This was his title, and nobody would ever pry it away. He begins to leave, and that’s when the lights cut out…
..:: 10 MINUTES LATER ::..
We see Anomoly being rushed out of the arena on a gurney, three or four EMTs surrounding him and Olivia and Evelyn running behind them, Evelyn with tears streaming down her face. The background goes by in a flash and we can barely make out this surroundings behind him. The chatter between the EMTs dictates something serious is wrong and Anomoly needs urgent medical care. The EMTs leave Anomoly’s family in their wake as they load him into an ambulance and drive off into the night.
..:: THE NEXT DAY ::..
The sun sets outside a lowly hospital room, in an undisclosed hospital in Ireland, as a man with his head wrapped up like a mummy sits alone in a hospital bed. The visiting hours are over, as the camera switches to outside of the hospital room, where Evelyn and Olivia are checking out of the hospital visiting area. The doctor who’s been tending to Anomoly over the course of the day walks out into the waiting area towards Evelyn and Olivia.
Evelyn: Doctor…
Doctor: No need to ask, Misses… uh… Ms. Evelyn. Your husband is fine and will be able to walk and function normally within a few days to a week, depending on how stubborn he is to recover.
Actually, he’s not my husband. Ex-husband, actually. But he’ll be fine?
Of course! His body didn’t take too much trauma, just the head. We’ve had to do some facial reconstructive surgery, which has yet to be finished. The damage to his facial region was pretty severe. It’s safe to say, ma’am, that he’ll never look the same again.
Oh, that’s fine. I’ve never seen him without that silly mask anyways.
Is that so? Well let me assure you, he’s one handsome fella. Handsome. As. Fuck.
The doctor taps on the desk, and the receptionist produces a pint from a mini fridge unseen to the viewer’s eye. Evelyn looks on a bit in horror as he downs half of the pint, and smiles a bit drunkenly. Realizing the doctor was intoxicated, she can only fear for what has become of the Anomoly. What if he’ll never want to remove that mask now? Evelyn feels a slight tugging on her arm, and notices Olivia motioning towards the door.
Olivia: Come on, Mom. Dad will be sent home in a few days. Least we could do is make him feel welcome as he returns home to the almighty UK, and leaves this shithole they call Ireland.
Evelyn nods, and the two walk out of the hospital to their rental car, to drive to an airport and fly back to London.
The scene cuts back inside the hospital room, where it’s dark and eerily silent. Suddenly, smoke begins to fill the room, seeping in from under the closed door. Anomoly sits up straight and rubs his eyes, only to be face to face with V himself as he opens them. He rubs his eyes, still seeing the entity in front of him.
Anomoly: Wh-what do you want?
V stands there, hands clasped in front of him, just staring at Anomoly. Closer inspection would reveal that it doesn’t even seem like V has eyes, but rather an empty black void. He reaches into an inner pocket on his jacket/robe, and pulls out a sleek, black business card with silver lettering and hands it to Anomoly. Anomoly looks it over. On one side, it reads “I know what you desire.” On the other, it reads “Look back to where you became Undisputed.”
The fuck is this shit?
Anomoly looks up, and V has vanished. The smoke is gone. Even that little card is gone, too. Was it all a hallucination? His train of thought is lost when there’s a knock on the door, and a nurse comes in with his dinner tray of food. He mutters a quiet thanks, and begins to chow down on the disgusting food they served him. A small bowl of mashed potatoes. Some potato cake latkes. Some french fries. And for the main course, a raw potato.
Potatoes...potatoes...fucking potatoes! Who the fuck eats this shit!
Anomoly takes a second and remembers where he is currently located. The nurse then walks through the door, holding a package in her hands.
Nurse: Sir, this package was left at your doorstep. We had security inspect it and they deemed it safe to open. So, here you go.
She drops the package on his legs and leaves, another thanks muttered under his breath. He tried some of the food given to him, but the food is either too cold, stale, or just plain gross. He finally picks up the raw, uncooked potato, and takes a bite out of it, immediately spitting it out.
Who the fuck eats this shit?
Remembering he’s in Ireland, he sighs and puts the tray on his bedside table, silently vowing to never return to this shithole of a country. He opens the box, and finds a the same business card from before. But this one feels a bit, filmy. He runs his thumb along it, and the outing peels off!Clearly not the same card, as the one he’d imagined was much more elegant and chic. This is just hot garbage. He pulls back the film outing, and reveals the logo for Anonymous Assault. On the backside, the very same image that promoted the biggest match in AXW history, The Anomoly vs Lethe. He knew where he had to go now. He grabbed his phone, his clothes, and stopped for a second looking at his bloody and torn mask, before shaking his head walking out of the hospital room, to check himself out and head back to where his Undisputed tagline began.
..:: MAY 24TH, 2018 ::..
The shot begins outside of the Cincinnati Music Hall, where the Anonymous Assault name debuted. A taxi pulls up, and Anomoly steps out, blatantly ignoring the cabbie as he requests payment. Dressed to the nines with a brand new mask, he observes his surroundings. He walks up the steps, and walking into the arena. He’s probably trespassing, but he doesn’t give half of a fuck. He has business to attend to, and this should be the right place. After wandering the halls for a bit, he notices smoke coming from a hall and turns the corner, following it. He walks up to a door, labelled “Court of V.” He gulps, not knowing what to expect, and pushes the door open.
The shot switches to inside the room, as the door creaks open. Anomoly steps though and closes the door behind him. There’s not much light, making it very hard to make out what’s going on. Anomoly turns on the light, which does just enough to make things slightly visible. He walks into the center of the “court,” hands in his pockets, standing in silence.Or shivering, rather, as it’s a toasty 45 degrees Fahrenheit in the court. A robotic voice, quiet like a whisper but sharp enough to cut through Steele, breaks the silence.
I know what you want, want you desire.
Anomoly turns around, looking for a source to the voice. He finds none. The voice rings out again, Steeley cold and sending shivers down Anomoly’s spine.
You want vengeance. You crave blood. The blood of one Jackson Steele, AWF Champion.
DON’T say his name! Just the mere thought of that coward and his putred little gang of misfits, his lackeys who all try to be relevant… it’ll cause more harm than good just by making me relive that.
Oh, but you will relive it.
A TV rises from the smoke. It’s one of those small TVs you see in diners. The featured program is a replay of the latest Anonymous Assault, where the entire Team AWF beat down Anomoly. Anomoly watches this, his blood slowly reaching a boiling point. The last Z-Trigger connects, and Anomoly has had just about enough of these mind games.
Cut the shit, V. You brought me here for a purpose. Fuck off with your bullshit riddles and get on with it.
We are in Ohio, are we not?
We are, so what?
What takes place in Ohio?
Fuck if I know. And I said to fuck off with the riddles! You taking the piss out of me?
Jackson Steele is in town tomorrow night, to defend his AWF Championship.
Okay…
And you’re gonna be there.
And why would I want to do that?
A figure steps into the light, albeit remaining a silhouette in the wispy smoke and mirrors of the court. A hand reaches out, clad in loose fitting black glove and long sleeved shirt. Fitted snug in the palm of this figures hand is a mask. Not like Anomoly’s go-to wear, but rather a symbolic mask of the AXW brand.
A V mask.
Try this on, for size.
Anomoly reaches out, taking the mask in his hand. As he lifts it, the hand vanishes into the smoke and the silhouette walks forward, revealing V. Except, this V is not who we thought he was, because it’s in fact a woman. Anomoly’s taken aback, startled by the masked woman in front of him. He then takes the mask, putting it over his own and wrapping the elastic band around the back of his head.
Fits well, doesn’t it?
Anomoly slowly nods, taking this all in.
Good. There’s a battle plan in place. All other AXW members have been notified of this and are eager to stand at your side, assist you in showing AWF who’s their daddy.
Please don’t say that again.
Your squadren will be hidden ringside. You are to seek shelter under the ring, until the conclusion of the championship bout. The lights will be struck out, And you are to emerge as I have them distracted. Then, put them under siege. Let our hand rule the network. Show them why we are the dominant force of the XHF Network, and that longevity means absolutely nothing when you are weaklings who resort to shady tactics to curve the battle in your favor.
But… isn’t that what they did? By your logic, we would be weaklings by resorting to shady tactics and curving the battle in out favor.
Do you dare question the Entity?
Nope, not at all.
This isn’t the act of weaklings. It’s an act of justice, of vengeance. You shall don our colors, reap the souls they’ve come to barter with, They’ve given their all for their own profit, you will return the deed for the greater good.
Whatever. This whole war, battle for blood and money and whatnot, is ridiculous.
Anomoly walks out of the court, stuffing the mask inside of the folds of his jacket. As he walks away, the V turns around and turns off the fog machine making fog. She hides the TV behind a wall, and begins to remove her V wear, placing the robe V usually wears on a chair. She removes her mask, and it’s revealed she was none other than Olivia, Anomoly’s daughter. She leaves the court, pulling her hair tightly back in a ponytail as she exits the building. She looks to her left, and notices Evelyn walking towards her. Anomoly is long gone, perhaps to find a hotel near where Prestige 17 is being held.
So… did he buy it?
Duh, of course he did. Told you I could swing him into doing it.
Did you text him?
Not yet. Let me do that right now.
Olivia opens her phone and texts someone, labelled only as “Him.” Presumably V. She pockets her phone, and the two walk out into the sunset.
..:: MAY 25TH, 2018 ::..
We begin inside the arena hosting Prestige 17. There are many people busy, unloading crates and moving things around. A man in a white mask and a duffle bag walks through the dock and into the arena. His name was White Lotus, and he was here for a tryout match. At least, that’s what everyone thought.
In reality, this was Anomoly in disguise. He needed something to properly disguise him, something no one would expect. So a babyface, loving the fans luchador. Eugh, just the thought makes him nearly vomit in his mouth. The fans weren’t shit to him. They were his servants, and he was their king.
Anomo-er, White Lotus walks out into the arena anotices the ring’s already been set up.
Perfect.
He walks down to the ring, as people aren’t paying attention, and pretends to inspect it. Ring elasticity, proper padding on the turnbuckles. And then he slides under the ring, unseen.
He quickly changes into his regular attire, albeit it a bit cramped under the ring.
Alright, now we sit and wait.
..:: A FEW HOURS LATER ::..
Alright, it’s showtime!
..:: END SCENE ::..
