Wednesday Night Insanity, the last show of its kind opens up to… carnage! Complete and total carnage! The sounds of screams and groans of pain are all over the place backstage as the cameraman does his best to stay out of the way of the destruction!
BODIES ARE LYING ALL OVER THE FLOOR!
ZACH RIZZA is laid out on his back! Other roster members are out too! JACOB JACOBS’S, BLACK DEATH, MARTEL, all to just name a few! The carnage doesn’t stop there! Crewmembers for the show also are laid out! Cameramen are scattered across the area, cameras shattered, bodies bleeding heavily! A head slowly peaks out from behind a slowly opening door, the eyes of the individual, a random crewmember going for a peek around. Looking from one side to the next, clearly afraid, his eyes suddenly go wide.
CREW: NO!!! NO!!! NOOOO!
DING!!!
SUDDENLY A METAL BASEBALL BAT CLOCKS THE CREW MEMBER SQUARE IN THE TEMPLE!!! HE CRUMBLES! The bat slowly falls down to the side of a leg, covered in a simple pair of dark blue jeans, the camera of quite possibly the only survivor from the onslaught in the back zooming up to the standing body! The bat raises up to a shoulder, being placed there, the camera zooming in on the back of the individual that’s wearing a thin zip up XWF Hoodie! The individual turns around, wearing a pair of heavily dark shades despite being inside…
JASON MUDD!!! IT’S JASON MUDD!!! JASON has cleaned the clock of everyone around him! NO MERCY FROM THE PISSED OF JASON MUDD! His eyes can’t be seen, but two heavily bruised scratches are marked at the edges of his eyes, scabs having formed from the heavy scratch he took at the end of LORD OF THE RING, resulting in his losing the match! Raising the metal bat up, the edge is covered in a wet material, shining dark in the light… blood! SADISTIC!!! CARNAGE!!!! WITHOUT A DOUBT…
INSANITY!!!
Grinning a sadistic, egotistical grin, one can only imagine the look in the damaged eyes of JASON MUDD! Turning and walking down the hall, a crewmember tries to get up, holding his arm… WHACK!!! BAT SHOT TO THE RIBS! The crewmember crumbles as JASON MUDD continues walking on, having swung the bat with one hand! Continuing to walk, the fans can barely be heard in their deaf defying roar! Making his way to the arena, the camera focuses to the crowd, zooming around to get their reactions! Despite being a man of hate, despite not giving a damn about the fans, they feel for JASON MUDD! The fans feel for him, having seen LORD OF THE RING last night! His words were all true, despite the loss! The fans are going nuts, chanting, screaming when suddenly…
THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
"Work it... make it... do it, makes us harder... Better... Faster... Stronger..."
“Stronger” by Kanye West begins to play across the arena, orange and dark blue lights starting to flash out wildly toward the crowd, at the ring, upon the entrance ramp! The fans are going nuts! A few seconds later, the pissed off JASON MUDD makes his way out on the ramp, already mouthing off, face fierce with anger in expression, anger to spare! HATE TO SPARE! Stopping at the top of the ramp for a few seconds, JASON rotates his arm holding the bat, swinging it before making his way down to the ring, mouthing off to the crowd, yelling and cussing at them, but they don’t care! They keep cheering! “MUDD” chants going crazy in the arena!
Making his way to the ring, climbing up the steps and getting in, he doesn’t go for a turnbuckle as usual. Instead, JASON MUDD asks for a mic, the individual at the side of the ring, afraid for her life, hands him one; surprisingly, JASON MUDD doesn’t strike out with the bat! Holding it still in hand, the other hand holding onto the mic, a camera can finally focus in enough to find the successfully defended Cruiserweight Championship around the waist of JASON MUDD! Even having lost, JASON MUDD is still the champ! LORD OF THE RING wasn’t a total failure in the eyes of the crowd, they still finding love and compassion for JASON MUDD through it all!
JASON MUDD: Right, right. The music, it’s great, but I have something to say. Cut the music! I said cut the S***!
The fans cheer as the music instantly dies, JASON already forcing his control of the situation through the crew in the back! Or maybe they don’t want their heads caved in! The lights return to normal, JASON pacing the ring with the bat in hand, mic still to his lips.
JASON MUDD: JASON MUDD last night, he promised a lot of things. He promised entertainment. He gave that. He promised ass kickings, and that was given too. JASON MUDD promised that THE JAC would get what he had coming for trying to take a hit job on JASON MUDD… I kicked from one corner of the ring, to the next. I didn't let the people around the world down on that either!
ANGER is in every word of JASON’S throat, the crowd doing their best to keep quite, letting JASON have his time on the mic!
JASON MUDD: Then Lord of the Ring came. JASON MUDD did what he said he was going to do, and that’s dominate the damn thing! From the beginning JASON MUDD had total control! No one could touch me! I’d go down? I was back up! I GO DOWN!? BACK UP! I was a force to be reckoned with, a machine. Even despite AIDAN COLLINS best attempt to screw things into a situation where he’d have control, JASON MUDD took control! I ordered all those bitches, and what happened? They followed my command! I wonder how many stitches the freezer burnt bitch is going to need to sew his back up together!
The fans give a small pop to JASON, he looking around at them from behind shades.
JASON MUDD: Things were good until the very end. From sixteen, to four. From four to three. Three to two! JASON MUDD and as promised… SOUL BEARER…
JASON stops there, twitching a bit at the mentioning of that name. The fans actually give a bit of a boo to SOUL BEARER’S name, from the way he won LORD OF THE RING!
JASON MUDD: Yeah, my thought exactly, bitches. Down to JASON MUDD and SOUL BEARER. Despite his little flesh wound in the leg, JASON MUDD and SOUL BEARER. I was dominating even then, after all that time. Going fresh, despite having taken care of JACOBS earlier in the evening. What happens though? Out of no where, just as I’m about to finish the bastard off, I feel something across my eyes. I feel a burning, an instant blur. I feel blood, I feel myself slowly going blind! Not from rage, though. I feel myself going blind as SOUL BEARER on the last ditch effort the bastard had, could possibly do, tried to blind me! He knew he had it lost. SOUL BEARER knew he couldn’t beat the greatness of JASON MUDD. SOUL BEARER KNEW IT! So what does he do? He tries to blind the greatness of JASON MUDD by ripping these blue hues from the sockets they set!
JASON MUDD rips the shades off his eyes, instantly flinching from the lights. Squinting his eyes, the camera zooms in enough to see JASON’S eyes… THEY LOOK HORRID! The fans start booing again, mostly at SOUL BEARER, for nearly completely blinding JASON MUDD! His eyes are discolored around the edges, red mixing in to nearly take all the blue out! JASON MUDD squints for a few more seconds before putting the shades back on, wincing once more and staying silent for a few seconds.
JASON MUDD: Okay… that stung a bit. God damn bright lights.
JASON begins pacing again, idly letting the bat swing at his side, bringing the mic back to his lips once again.
JASON MUDD: It’s obvious to say, the greatness of JASON MUDD is pissed. Not so much at the fact of losing, at the fact of not headlining X-MAS X-TREME and kicking the living hell out of BRAD PIERCE’S ass and taking what’s rightfully his, the Universal Championship! JASON MUDD’S pissed at the bull he was fed from the mouth of SOUL BEARER! Regret in his face? He didn’t feel regret when he did this to me, tried to blind me! He fed me words of friendship to get into the mind of JASON MUDD, when I was at my point of recovering… but know what? Actually, know what’s going to happen? On my little batting practice in the back, I didn’t run across SOUL BEARER. So I know the bastard’s in the back, probably trembling in terror at the knowledge I more than likely took out half of those in the back with a single swing of this glorious little bat in hand. So with that knowledge in hand, we’re going to have a little special edition of the MUDD PIT! RIGHT HERE!!! RIGHT NOW!!! XWF MANAGEMENT doesn’t like it? ERIC ANDERSON doesn’t want it on the air? He can try to come out and stop me! SOUL BEARER!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! You’re the next victim on… THE MUDD PIT!
The fans go nuts again, JASON MUDD having just called SOUL BEARER out to the ring! JASON MUDD continues to pace the ring ever so constantly, looking at the ramp way, waiting for the music to hit. A few seconds later, it does! “Haunted” by Evanescence begins to play, though not no entrance flare goes along with it. A few seconds later, in normal clothing, SOUL BEARER walks out onto the ramp, having a heavy limp to his damaged leg from last night! His face is careful as he looks down at JASON MUDD, slowly walking down the ramp with a limp, each step seeming to bring SOUL BEARER pain! Looking impatient, JASON MUDD waits for SOUL BEARER to eventually get into the ring, SOUL going for a mic, which is quickly handed to him by the lady outside, she retreating from the tension and electricity in the air! The crowd is booing at SOUL BEARER for what he did last week, he looking out at them with the same semi-remorseful gaze on his face. The music dies down, JASON turning his attention entirely to SOUL BEARER, whom eventually looks to JASON, focusing on the shades. SOUL brings the mic to his lips.
SOUL BEARER: Look, JASON…
JASON MUDD: Did I give you permission to speak? No? Good, then you know now to shut the hell up until you’re spoken to.
The fans stay silent, SOUL BEARER clenching his jaw, trying his best not to mouth back! JASON looks away for a few seconds before looking back into SOUL BEARER’S eyes, raising the metal bat and pointing it directly at SOUL’S jaw!
JASON MUDD: First off, let JASON MUDD be the first, and more than likely only to welcome you to the MUDD Pit. Sure, it doesn’t look as glamorous as it typically does; however, that doesn’t matter. Wherever JASON MUDD is, things look simply amazing! Even with my eyes royally screwed up, as they are, JASON MUDD is the hottest thing, literally and figuratively speaking, to ever exist in the XWF! So, SOUL, welcome.
SOUL BEARER: Than.. *TAP!*
SOUL BEARER blinks wildly! JASON MUDD just hit SOUL BEARER with the bat!!! SOUL BEARER took a semi-hard swat to the jaw with the bat, not enough to knock him down, but enough to get the point! JASON MUDD didn’t want SOUL BEARER to talk! SOUL BEARER checks to see if JASON dew blood!
JASON MUDD: Didn’t I say shut the hell up? I didn’t give you permission to speak yet!
SOUL BEARER looks ready to strike out at JASON as he pulled the bat away, but holds his stance and tongue! The fans are slowly talking among themselves, a quick gaze from JASON shutting them up as well!
JASON MUDD: This is going to be a quick edition, though very special. See I’m only asking you one question, and after I ask if you’re allowed to talk, say whatever the hell you want or whatever. Got that, SOUL BEARER? See the question I want to know is why? Simply that. What was going on in your mind, in the end, for you to do what you did? You were speaking of respect, friendship; hell, even had JASON MUDD believing that crap! Why in the end, result to trying to end the career of the single most talented wrestler to ever exist in this business?
SOUL BEARER looks at JASON, looking around at the crowd, before back to JASON. He looks uncomfortable with the question, JASON moving, still pacing! The crowd stays silent, giving SOUL BEARER room to think and answer.
SOUL BEARER: It… JASON… it was LORD OF THE RING. We discussed this for over a week against one another. You do what you have to. I did what I had to in order to win. Shouldn’t I have expected anything less from you? I mean… wouldn’t you have done the same?
The answer gets… A ROAR OF BOOS! The crowd boos SOUL BEARER for the response he gave, while JASON… grins? JASON IS GRINNING AT WHAT SOUL BEARER SAID!!! JASON MUDD looks to be on the edge of laughter with it!
JASON MUDD: That’s it, huh? Just doing what it takes? It literally took you trying to have to kill off the career of JASON MUDD, just so you could knock me out of the ring long enough to get the victory? You had to tempt my life in this business just so you could try to win? Damn… one hell of a compliment! Though, I’m not here for compliments, and the excuse sucks! You suck!
SOUL BEARER grits his teeth again, JASON MUDD getting up in his face!
JASON MUDD: But not suck nearly as much as how badly I want to rip you to pieces… see… I know how bad your legs hurting. Try to add that pain, times three, and include it into one of the most sensitive areas of the body, your eyes. You begin to just barely feel the agony I’ve had to go through, the doctors I’ve had to see… the possibilities told to me by them that I might never get my perfect vision back. Then you know my pain. That doesn’t suck nearly as much as the pain that I could inflict on you right now… but I’m not going to. That’d make things too easy.
JASON MUDD backs up from SOUL BEARER, placing the bat back on his shoulder, the expression on his face full of anger and hatred still!
JASON MUDD: See, you go ahead and go onto X-MAS X-TREME, go face BRAD and do your best to screw him over and win the Universal championship! I hope you do SOUL… I hope you win, because when you do, just as you said to me falls onto your lap now. JASON MUDD will be waiting there. When The X-MAS X-TREME tournament is over with, and JASON MUDD is not only Cruiserweight but World champion? He’ll be waiting there for you, SOUL BEARER. If you somehow manage to win the Universal title… I’ll be hunting you down to finish this unsolved business between the two of us. Sunday night, you became the LORD OF THE RING… you became what rightfully should have been mine, SOUL BEARER. You stole it from me, as I should have known you would of. You blinded me mentally, then tried physically so that the only threat in the ring would be taken out for good! You failed though, and sooner or later, you’ll fail completely when your career is crushed and dreams shattered! Sunday, you were LORD OF THE RING… Tonight, JASON MUDD declares himself as a new LORD! A LORD above the pathetic victory you earned yourself. Tonight, on the last Insanity, the birth to the LORD OF HATE is born. The birth to what JASON MUDD will become begins tonight…
JASON gives that egotistical grin, looking straight at SOUL BEARER, raising the bat to mark him as a target with it! SOUL BEARER in the silence forced upon him simply stands there, eyeing the bat before looking to JASON again!
JASON MUDD: I’ll get you, SOUL BEARER… try to get me first, try to run, or prepare. It doesn’t matter in the end. JASON MUDD failed to deliver at LORD OF THE RING, but this time the promise is placed on the life of JASON MUDD, itself! Sooner or later, my hands will be around your neck, and it will be snapped like a twig. Let tonight in my match against MOONWOLFE serve as an example of what is to come of you, SOUL BEARER, after all... the poor soul is stuck with me and my little bat here in an X-Treme Rules match! After all, that's what X-Mas X-Treme is about! Pulling out all the stops and using every dirty trick in the book! Let every match that comes from now until we step in the ring with one another… let it be known. Each and every of those that I destroy, it will be on your hands, just as the blood you took from me is. Each victim I slaughter will be your fault, SOUL BEARER. Every time I gain a victory, it will be in momentum of our eventual meeting in this ring… next time we do, I won’t hold back. I’ll crush your skull like the rotten melon it is with this bat and leave you for dead. At LORD OF THE RING, I told you to LIVE IT! LIVE THE LIFE OF JASON MUDD! Instead, you tried your best to destroy it, and from that death something new rises for the ashes or your destruction to be scattered to the wind. SOUL BEARER?
JASON pauses, getting into SOUL BEARER’S face again. The crowd is deathly silent to the words spoken, the war verbally declared just now on SOUL BEARER. He looks uncomfortable s till, but keeps his eyes locked onto JASON MUDD, whom has tilted the shades enough so, SOUL BEARER can see the exact amount of damage done to those eyes! SOUL BEARER seems to want to look away in remorse, but keeps staring.
JASON MUDD: Welcome to hell…
With those last few words, “Stronger” begins to play across the arena again, the crowd staying silent. Staring SOUL BEARER down for a few more seconds, JASON MUDD eventually moves past them, breathing down his neck as he crept away, out of the ring. What has SOUL BEARER gotten himself into!? The new number one contender for the Universal championship is in hot water! JASON MUDD has sworn war, sworn revenge! Most of all, JASON MUDD has sworn there will be hell to pay! SOUL BEARER needs to watch the target on his back now… watch it as if his CAREER DEPENDS ON IT!
KILLJOY starts off the match by pointing in the other direction calling 'LOOK OVER THERE, A DISTRACTION!' BRIAN looks in the direction before realizing he was duped, and when he turns around KILLJOY is standing there whistling with his hands behind his back. BRIAN shrugs and walks backwards to the ropes, eyeing KILLJOY suspiciously. KILLJOY
smiles and waves, and BRIAN cautiously waves back. BRIAN picks up a chair located near a turnbuckle and walks back over to KILLJOY, who is standing there still smiling. BRIAN shrugs again, and swings at KILLJOY, who easily ducks under the swing. BRIAN is swinging the chair like mad as KILLJOY deftly dodges each one. BRIAN stops for a minute,
ready to go the defensive but KILLJOY simply stands there. BRIAN looks confused as he looks at the ref for confirmation. BRIAN'S eyes look at KILLJOY'S hands behind his back and he points for KILLJOY to show him. KILLJOY shakes his head no, and BRIAN pressures him on. Eventually, BRIAN lunges out his hand and KILLJOY jumps back, pulling the weapon
from his back. He points the gun at BRIAN, and the fans scream! KILLJOY IS POINTING A GUN AT BRIAN! BRIAN holds his hands up in the air, asking KILLJOY not to shoot him. KILLJOY begins to have tears streaming down his eyes, telling BRIAN that he shouldn't have pushed him. KILLJOY eventually closes his eyes tight ad pulls the trigger, nailing BRIAN in the eyes with lemon juice! BRIAN claws at his eyes, which turn bloodshot immediately! KILLJOY chuckles before picking up BRIAN'S chair, nailing him square in the face! BRIAN falls back from the shock, and KILLJOY places his boot on BRIAN'S chest! 1.. 2.. KICKOUT! KILLJOY'S eyes widen and he rubs them and takes a few steps back. BRIAN slowly gets up, and waves his finger at KILLJOY as if to say 'bad boy'. KILLJOY falls to his knees, crying once again about how he
was a bad boy. He pulls a whip from his pocket and tells BRIAN that he was naughty and that he needs to be spanked. BRIAN waves his hands and tells KILLJOY that he doesn't roll that way, but KILLJOY tries to force the whip into his hands. 'I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL!' screams KILLJOY, and BRIAN looks at him oddly. KILLJOY stand up, and motions for the X-Tron. All of a sudden, the song 'Everybody Dance Now' starts playing and KILLJOY starts break dancing. Even the ref scratches his head at this until KILLJOY'S foot flies out from the mat, hitting BRIAN square in the jaw! BRIAN falls back in surprise, and begins to do the Macarena in response to the break dancing. The ref walks between the both of them, reminding them it is a wrestling match, not a dancing competition. KILLJOY gets up, and hits his hand on his forehead. He quickly takes a nightstick from his pocket, cracking the Macarena dancing BRIAN in the side of the head. BRIAN hits the mat as KILLJOY covers! 1.. 2.. THREE!!!!
WINNER: KILLJOY
Dear old friend,
I commend you on your performance, BRENDAN FIELDS. It is not often that a mediocre wrestler defeats mediocre opponents, in a match the outcome of which can only be described as – you guessed it – mediocre, and finds himself promoted to the top of the card. You are now in the big time, and I make every intention of spelling that word with an I to avoid confusion with another mediocre wrestler who has found himself in that position as of late. Unfortunately for you, as your hands were thrust victoriously into the air, there was something going on behind you that you were unaware of. Now, painted where your eyes cannot wander, I see a bulls-eye upon your back.
If you look close enough, you may see me as well.
I have worn that bulls-eye many times throughout my life, personally and professionally. My paintjob could do with another coating.
I want it back.
I crave for everything that I once held and more: the spotlight; the glory; the honour. I understand those concepts more than any dictionary could hope to explain.
I am them and they are I.
And like I am not to be solely associated with my eyes seeking out DANIEL MALCOLM last week, they are not to be solely associated with one man. You now stand in a position where you share that spotlight with his non-majesty BRAD PIERCE. You two shall collide and the aftermath will leave only one spotlight still lit.
Then there is me.
My name alone will detract attention from you. Light always shines on me. It never fades. It never falters. I am the brightest star in the sky. I am the highest mountain, above the clouds. I am the largest planet. I am the widest ocean. I am the king of the jungle. I am the altar at which even the gods do pray. I am the obstacle that one never wishes to be faced with.
I am coming.
Hear me now for I do not wish to repeat myself to you. When the dust is settled between BRAD and yourself, BRENDAN, I will still have a test for the both of you to sit.
Prepare for me. I shall see you in the near future.
Yours sincerely
S.
KILLJOY
vs.
BRIAN PEARLMAN
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