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Family Matters Part 2: The Reveal
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04-10-2018, 12:34 PM

Engy.

So you finally had the balls to put a name behind the face huh? All of this game playing was starting to wear on you and you decided to jump the gun and throw a name out there, like shit against a wall, and hope it would stick. Well let me tell you, it was a solid guess. As good of a guess as any I suppose. I am glad to see you taking initive, saves me a lot of work. I am glad to see you proving me correct by showing that you think you're smarter than you are. Thank you sooo much for that. You are so goddamn confident in your selection, but Engy for real what if I was Theo?

---Let me preface this by saying I AM going to show you, IN THIS PROMO, who I am, but this is a question I have first. Bear with me.---

IF I AM THEO, don't you think I am going to be prepared? I mean, I have aligned myself with greatness before, no? I took this company by storm by creating the most dominate stable in this company's almost 20 year history. You'd think I wouldn't rely solely on Peter as my ace-in-the-hole if that were the case, mmm? Surely I have something up my sleeve. I hid behind some of the giants in this industry, only fighting when the odds are in my favor. Why would I come into this match straight? Perhaps a change of heart? No. Because I out smarted you. Theo or not, Engy, you have to admit that I pulled the wool over the eyes of the Engineer and now the train is running off the course, straight into the streets to meet a firey end.

Choo Choo. Bitch.

One other thing I noticed while listening to you sweat and get defensive in that last promo like an overweight southerner loaded up on cocain and Jack Daniels.......I noticed you have a modicum of jealousy seeping through that arrogance. The napkin is wet, and close to breaking.

Let me use that moist napkin to wipe your forehead Engy because you're so intense right now you might break a blood vessel. Careful there, buddy.

All of those men you mentioned, you've molded into a Play-Dough creation of all of them, taking little pieces of them as you go. Doc, Samuels, Raven, Theo (me?) among the others, you're a cornicopia of styles and none of them are your own. You will always be the bitch who sniffs Jenny Myst's seat and lets a haggard old witch basically drag you to the ring like a dead dog.

Think about it, all the pyscho babble bullshit with asylums and mental conditions........you want to be Doc.

Hello My Friends.

Can't you picture Engy saying something Six Flags Octoberfest Creepy like that? Hell, I can. I think you took a little piece of the good Doctor with you when you created this character you've become in your head.

James Raven, the hyper-confidence that swells up like an overactive thyroid, that is part of him. The GQ wanna be from the land up North who talks a bigger game than he can back up by his lonesome. Sound familiar? The man who thinks he is a bigger star than he is, when he has lost to Chris Chaos of all people.....TWICE! James Raven, the posterboy for incompetance with the hair of a movie star and the ego of a porn star.

The only thing you didn't take from him was the meat and potatoes, because as the poll shows, people think you have a baby carrot down there.

But I am pretty sure you like meat and potatoes, as you said in the first promo.

You're a Pandora's Box of utter bullshit, and we are all starting to see it.

Samuels went from classy to ashy, as a white man to a black man (which for the life of me I don't know why he'd want to trade places), and became the token in a group of elite members that made fun of himself and did silly things for the amusement of others.

You do some pretty silly shit, Engy. And you've transitioned haven't you? You keep saying how "That was then and this is now". How your a different person than you used to be. You aren't, you're a microcosm of all the talent that is better than you here. You're silly now, with a touch of sophisticated.

Ever since you became king.........

Why? Because a king is all you ever wanted to be. A downtrodden nobody whose only claim to fame was being the equivalent to a house cat for a women who hasn't seen a tanning salon since Clinton was president.

All of the names of the founders that created a company for you to headline.....Luca is better than you, Trax is better than you, Guppy is questionable, Bourbon CAN be better than you when he actually decides to give a shit, Graves......well, yeah, Graves sucks. Jim Caedus.

That beer swilling redneck is turning in his shallow grave knowing that The Engineer is about to lose a match with the name Peter Gilmour in it. He would be turning in his grave knowing that Engy can't carry on the legacy of being untouchable for no reason.

Tisk Tisk

You know what they say........Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

It is so nice for you to pay compliments to all of your superiors, me included, by becoming a piece of us and representing the best in all of us.

So proud of you I could start to choke up.

Well, let me tell you this now, spoil your little back patting session and piss on your fire.......

I am.........


The bloody word KING shows up in small letters across the screen.

The screen goes static again, and we see the see-saw again. This time a slight breeze blows the leaves on the ground into windy circles. The hooded man is just inside the trees, staring at the empty see-saw. His eyes can't be seen from behind the dark hood that shadows his face. He is staring though, you can feel it. His hands are at his sides, unmoving.

The wind continues to blow as the trees sway.


The scene cuts to color now, modern day looking, without the black and white hue that encased the old playground. There were police cruisers flying up a highway, their sirens blaring and their tires kicking up dust as they had to be going upwards of 100 miles per hour. The frantic murmuring of the police scanner radios could be heard, but it seemed as if 10 people were all yelling into it at the same time. The tires screeched as they hit an off ramp and the *vroom* sound of the souped up motors kicked into gear.

What they were chasing, who knew but them. The screen pans out as if shot from a helicopter. There were news vans racing to the scene from the opposite direction and what looked like smoke coming from a neighborhood on the south side of town. The cop cars were moving too fast to pick up on which department or city they were labeled as, but they looked pretty generic.

As most cops are.


Cutting back to the playground and the greyish hue with the crackling, old-time film feel, the hooded figure is gone from the trees. The see-saw sits by it self, in the same position it was left, and there were no signs of any disturbance. The dead trees gave way to a path that you could see fully behind them, on the other side of the small wooded area, and there were no signs of the figure at all. Just an old looking house on the edge of a high-end development.

But no figure.

Like he had vanished into thin air.

Wind blew a few leaves toward the screen but everything was.........silent.


Back to the chase, the cops skidded to a stop outside of a house. A burrowing fire was on the second floor, and many of the windows had already been blown out as flames raged through them.

Firetrucks were already on the scene, their hoses spraying frantically as three SWAT vans pulled up. They had blocked off the road in both directions. Men in suits got out of silver Chevy Impala's, one had a megaphone. Both were wearing sunglasses.


They yelled into the megaphone about coming out, about how they weren't going to hurt whoever it was.

Yeah, right, that is why a perimeter had been set up with vested SWAT members holding military grade guns.

Why bother lying?

The cop cars could be seen now but the town was........weird.

JEFFERSONVILLE PD.

Indiana?

More talk of coming outside. The fire on the second floor was still raging. Perhaps the person inside was already melted along with the wood paneling along the outside of the house. Maybe the effort was useless.


Cut back, hard cut, the the empty playground. There was now a much different scene. The smoking house could be seen through dead trees. The lights from the seemingly endless emergency vehicles lit up the woods. The fire was even worse in the back.

The see-saw, though, stayed where it was. Unwavering. The leaves still blew. Everything was the same. Just then, a black blur shot up from under the camera screen, as if something ran past it, trying to stay crouched.

Add Jumpscare here.


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Back inside the house now, the figure's face was now fully visible, as he turned his head back and forth, looking at the camera.

Words, in typed text, came up across the bottom of the screen. They seemed to be coded of some sort.

TODAY IS THE DAY I DIE
TODAY IS THE DAY I LIVE
TODAY IS THE DAY I AWAKEN
TODAY IS THE DAY YOU PERISH

THE GIG IS UP
THE TIME IS NOW
THE ERA IS OVER
THE KING IS BACK


There was a loud bang from behind the masked figure, and what sounded like screams.

Female screams.

The figure didn't move, just kep staring into the camera as the smoke from the fire began to fill the room.

More coded text.


FAMILY IS ALL YOU HAVE SOMETIMES
WHAT IS A KING WITHOUT HIS QUEEN
YOU TOOK HER FROM ME, MADE HER WHAT SHE IS
TODAY I TAKE SOMETHING FROM YOU

I WILL NOT REST UNTIL YOU ARE NOTHING BUT SHATTERED AND TWISTED REMAINS

THE FIRE BURNS, MELTS, CLEANSES, VERIFIES

PURIFIES

SO LAY NOW IN THE ASHES, BECAUSE I WILL BURN DOWN THE VERY FOUNDATION YOU BUILT UNTIL ALL THAT IS LEFT CAN BE KEPT IN MY URN

THE MEMORY OF YOU

SPRINKLED IN THE WIND

NO MORE

NO LESS

NEVERMORE.


The figure cackles a horrible laugh from behind the mask as the screams in the other room intensify. He stands up, pushing a chair back and exits the room, walking in the direction of the flames.

Outside the swat team is posted up, ready to fire. The suited men are still yelling into the megaphone.

Just as the SWAT team was ready to rush in to the lower floor, and the tactical teams had their snipers set for anyone who may exit, the house came crashing down from the inside. It was reduced to nothing but the foundation, and it was assumed everyone in side had been demolished with it.

The SWAT team members lowered their guns. The men in suits shook their heads, and lowered the megaphone.

There was nothing left but ash. All that was left was a golden locket.


On the playground, the hooded figure sat on the see-saw.

The lone survivor.

The lone savior.

The lone warrior.

The KING could take his kingdom back.

Sometimes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.


MONDAY, APRIL 2nd, 2018

A dial tone cuts through the dark silence. The small phone screen was the only illumination as a gloved hand slowly typed in the numbers. Only the black leather thumb could be seen, and it creaked ever so quietly as each digit was pressed with precision.

Crisp.

When the number was in and the phone screen changed to "Call in Progress", the lit screen was brought up to a ski-mask covered face as the person making the call waited in silence for the other to answer.

Finally, after about 7 or 8 rings, they do.


"Who the fuck?! I didn't answer on the 5th fucking ring, I obviously don't want to talk to----"

"Hello there, Mr. Gilmour. Don't worry about who I am. I have a proposition for you that may very well help you become a Tag Team Champion on Warfare, and idea that is too good for you to pass up."

"Oh yeah? Too good to pass up, huh? And why don't I believe you? You need to get off my goddamn phone before I come through it an put a boot in your ass."

"I figured you'd say that, but hear me out."

The person in the ski mask was using a voice distorter.

"If you agree, I promise you it will be worth your time."

Peter was hesitant, but finally agreed. Grabbing a baseball bat off the table, holding it up in front of his face for a moment, he nodded and headed out the door.

SOMETIME LATER

Peter gets out of a black car. A female in the passenger seat, presumably Maria Brink, he told her to stay put as he grabbed the bat and headed down the alley.

Peter is looking around, gripping the bat white knuckle, as he walks cautiously down the alley way. There is a whistle that seems to ring out from the black abyss. A small *wee woo*, but nothing more. Almost like a cat call, beckoning for Peter to come closer. Peter gripped the bat again, yelling out into the blackness.


YO! I am here! Where the fuck you at?! This better not be a joke!

But nobody came out. Peter yelled out into the blackness again.

I am going to kick your fucking ass when I see you for wasting my time! You know that right?! Your ass is fucking mine! Come out here NOW!

Finally, as he was getting ready to say fuck it and leave, a dark figure stepped out from behind a garbage dumpster on the far end of the alley, almost on the other street. The only reason Peter could see them at all was because of the building and street lights on the adjacent street.

BOUT TIME YOU SHOW YOURSELF! Come on over here so I can shove this Louisville slugger up your ass!

The figure moves slow, but in the direction of the crazy man with the bat. Peter is ready for a fight and to knock the block off whoever this might be. The figure kept moving slowly, almost as though with a limp, of sorts, as they were within 20 yards of Peter. Gilmour was getting ready to swing, then a motion sensor light in front of him came on and the person was revealed.

Jenny Myst.


Oh HELL NO! HELL FUCKING NO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Peter got the bat into attack position.

Myst had on a long tan trenchcoat, her hair was down and her pink tips weren't visible as they went down inside the collar of the coat. She had on a fedora hat.

Deep throat.

Fitting name.


"Hello, Peter".


"What the FUCK are you doing here?! Was that YOU on the phone?! If I would have known it was you I would have-------"

Peter is clearly out of his mind with rage at seeing Jenny.

"Hear me out here, big man, and for god sakes put the bat down. If I wanted to lay you out, you wouldn't have seen it coming. I come in peace, for once."

Peter looks at her like you'd look at a frustrating toddler who won't shut up until they make their point, but she hadn't said anything yet.

"Chris doesn't know I am here, and he probably wouldn't be happy with me getting involved in his business again but I wanted to throw his hat in the ring. I am here to urge you to consider having Chris be your tag partner. You've been in the ring with him, you know what he can do, and he has some added motivation to be in this match."

"Chris Chaos, you can't be serious?! You know me and Chaos hate each other! You must be out of your bleach blonde skull girl!"

"Just think about it, Peter. He has the secret formula as to how to beat Engy. He is a proven, mutli-champion in this business. He is probably the best option you have right now."

Peter scratches his goatee.

"Think about the headline....Peter Gilmour, Tag Team Champion. Gilly and Chaos, Tag Champs, it has a ring to it, no? And I hate to be brash with you Peetey, but you know I am a straight shooter, and right now, what do you have to lose?"

"I will take it under consideration, but I ain't making no promises....."

Jenny tips her cap and disappears back into the shadows as Gilly's phone rings in his pocket.

It was a 727 number.

Chaos.


STATIC


X-TREME WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS:

THE BIG REVEAL!


The scene cuts to a circus ringleader, talking to a massive ground.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, CHILDREN OF ALLLLLL AGES!"


Static cuts the screen to Bruce Buffer

LETS GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEE

The masked figure from earlier in the promo is on the screen again.......and slides his mask off, just as words show up on the screen.

Introduce a little anarchy.

Upset the established order,


and

everything

becomes


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