Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 17:50:44 GMT -5
Fans roar as a light display compliments the boom of "Blood // Water" playing overhead. Suddenly, from the ether, comes the a horde of security tracking down what appears to be two people in costumes: The first is missing mascot, Sanguine Squid. After her - while also keeping her in a hammerlock - is the villainous Viktor Vampire. Fans boo his entrance, which cuts short due to all the Ikeda Clan members hot on his gold-lined coattails. Viktor leads everyone to the ring in a desperate fashion. His retreat ends with more than twenty members of the Master's private detail surrounding him in-ring. All seem in awe, and audibly so, as he takes a mic from a reluctant black shirt.
Viktor: People of New Blood Wrestling. Yes, I said "WRESTLING" and I'm not changing my words. I won't mince how I feel about this utter - this travesty a shadow wants you all to believe is New Blood. My baby.
Sanguine almost runs away but he manages to snare her back. Louder boos shake the halls from every corner of the packed building.
Viktor: Sanguine-chan, please... Understand that I am not a villain. I am your savior. New Blood died almost a year ago, and yet here we are saluting another job well done. Well I'm not falling in line anymore. No, this is not some little guy fighting for wages. Nor some sob story of never getting my chance, a push to win the gold. This is about pride, vision and New Blood's true OWNERSHIP!
That one didn't go well, as more voices create an unstable chamber of hatred - all directed at Sanguine's kidnapper. Seeing no other option, Viktor makes the slow unveiling of his true identity. He lets that over-sized purple vampire head land on the canvas showing himself as none other than disgraced former owner of New Blood Wresting, Vincent Pryde.
Pryde: Are you not entertained? No, of course you're not! Masuda Jubei is a fraud. A devil in shepherd's garb. One of many false prophets brought to the forefront of our lives because his money places him squarely for all eyes to see. But mine are open, New Blood, and have never looked back to what that monster has created. So you know what, Jubei, show your face and give me back my show - then you'll get your niece back!
That unraveling leaves the entire coliseum aghast. A silence falls with the incredulous grip of Vincent pride keeping tight around Sanguine's neck. Shaking his head, Pryde takes up his microphone once more.
Pryde: I knew it! Sorry, my dear, but seems your uncle isn't... coming....
"Der König der Dunkelheit" interrupts that last outburst with the lone shape of NBPW Owner Masuda Jubei marching to the ring. His all white suit and baby blue wingtips gives to a clean, almost sterile look as he passes the barricades. Stray groupings of streamers unfurl to his powerful stride, but The Master swipes his way through it all the same - never taking an eyes off of those two in the ring. He slides under the ropes yet foregoes grabbing a microphone on his way to what seems to be a negotiation.
Pryde: And here is: the almighty "master" of New Blood Puroresu.... Don't make us laugh. You didn't come for the girl at all. You came here for yourself. But for the sake of argument, have you anything to add before we get down to the decision table?
Jubei has no immediate reaction. An austere look into his niece's costume assures her safety; however, it neglects the man still blathering in front him. He then lands elbow followed an over-the-shoulder judo throw. Before he can react, Jubei locks on a cross armbar. Pryde taps in seconds, but he keeps the hold locked in. Referees try to enter the ring only to have the Ikeda Clan stop them. Pryde lets loose a blood curdling yelp - what prompts Jubei flip him over and lock on a Fujiwara armbar on the opposite socket. Pryde taps with his leg, but Jubei continues his onslaught. His business does not conclude until all four limbs appear either in horrible shape or with visible dislocations. Pryde writhes with no support coming to his aid - all by the hands of The Master's private security. Jubei observes his kill. Fans demand satisfaction, upon when he grabs a mic.
Jubei: We have come farther than expected. This is our last weight. A spilling of New Blood, and a scab over top the wound. Now we have healed and emerged from stasis as the Gods intended. So begins our rise from bloody floors to lights above us all. That is the challenge. But will others accept? That much remains to be seen, my faithful army. Allow me to shed our burden once and for all....
With that said, he pulls the barely conscious Pryde from the floor and drives him to the mat with a vicious Gotch-style piledriver.
Jubei: Challenge issued. To all those backstage and abroad, I ask you now... do you accept?
With that bombshell seemingly dropped, The Master and his security depart. All that disorder has since broken the show from its scheduled run-time, and in the process, all but cancelled the event. Fans leave with more guesses than answers - all while paramedics can finally attend to Vincent Pryde. Detectives secure Sanguine's actress and whisk her off for furthering questioning. They wait around unsure how to proceed after the systematic beatbown of the company's former owner. One this is for sure: All phases of the internet report this earthshaking news.
Viktor: People of New Blood Wrestling. Yes, I said "WRESTLING" and I'm not changing my words. I won't mince how I feel about this utter - this travesty a shadow wants you all to believe is New Blood. My baby.
Sanguine almost runs away but he manages to snare her back. Louder boos shake the halls from every corner of the packed building.
Viktor: Sanguine-chan, please... Understand that I am not a villain. I am your savior. New Blood died almost a year ago, and yet here we are saluting another job well done. Well I'm not falling in line anymore. No, this is not some little guy fighting for wages. Nor some sob story of never getting my chance, a push to win the gold. This is about pride, vision and New Blood's true OWNERSHIP!
That one didn't go well, as more voices create an unstable chamber of hatred - all directed at Sanguine's kidnapper. Seeing no other option, Viktor makes the slow unveiling of his true identity. He lets that over-sized purple vampire head land on the canvas showing himself as none other than disgraced former owner of New Blood Wresting, Vincent Pryde.
Pryde: Are you not entertained? No, of course you're not! Masuda Jubei is a fraud. A devil in shepherd's garb. One of many false prophets brought to the forefront of our lives because his money places him squarely for all eyes to see. But mine are open, New Blood, and have never looked back to what that monster has created. So you know what, Jubei, show your face and give me back my show - then you'll get your niece back!
That unraveling leaves the entire coliseum aghast. A silence falls with the incredulous grip of Vincent pride keeping tight around Sanguine's neck. Shaking his head, Pryde takes up his microphone once more.
Pryde: I knew it! Sorry, my dear, but seems your uncle isn't... coming....
"Der König der Dunkelheit" interrupts that last outburst with the lone shape of NBPW Owner Masuda Jubei marching to the ring. His all white suit and baby blue wingtips gives to a clean, almost sterile look as he passes the barricades. Stray groupings of streamers unfurl to his powerful stride, but The Master swipes his way through it all the same - never taking an eyes off of those two in the ring. He slides under the ropes yet foregoes grabbing a microphone on his way to what seems to be a negotiation.
Pryde: And here is: the almighty "master" of New Blood Puroresu.... Don't make us laugh. You didn't come for the girl at all. You came here for yourself. But for the sake of argument, have you anything to add before we get down to the decision table?
Jubei has no immediate reaction. An austere look into his niece's costume assures her safety; however, it neglects the man still blathering in front him. He then lands elbow followed an over-the-shoulder judo throw. Before he can react, Jubei locks on a cross armbar. Pryde taps in seconds, but he keeps the hold locked in. Referees try to enter the ring only to have the Ikeda Clan stop them. Pryde lets loose a blood curdling yelp - what prompts Jubei flip him over and lock on a Fujiwara armbar on the opposite socket. Pryde taps with his leg, but Jubei continues his onslaught. His business does not conclude until all four limbs appear either in horrible shape or with visible dislocations. Pryde writhes with no support coming to his aid - all by the hands of The Master's private security. Jubei observes his kill. Fans demand satisfaction, upon when he grabs a mic.
Jubei: We have come farther than expected. This is our last weight. A spilling of New Blood, and a scab over top the wound. Now we have healed and emerged from stasis as the Gods intended. So begins our rise from bloody floors to lights above us all. That is the challenge. But will others accept? That much remains to be seen, my faithful army. Allow me to shed our burden once and for all....
With that said, he pulls the barely conscious Pryde from the floor and drives him to the mat with a vicious Gotch-style piledriver.
Jubei: Challenge issued. To all those backstage and abroad, I ask you now... do you accept?
With that bombshell seemingly dropped, The Master and his security depart. All that disorder has since broken the show from its scheduled run-time, and in the process, all but cancelled the event. Fans leave with more guesses than answers - all while paramedics can finally attend to Vincent Pryde. Detectives secure Sanguine's actress and whisk her off for furthering questioning. They wait around unsure how to proceed after the systematic beatbown of the company's former owner. One this is for sure: All phases of the internet report this earthshaking news.