Post by Luke Wolfe on Mar 17, 2016 20:03:06 GMT
"The Blood of the Innocent"
The War has Begun
It’s been a whole month, people might have expected Luke Wolfe to respond with a vengeance toward his former partner for what he did, but he did have to fly back to the states for another important match, but that's what he signed up for.When he came to the NJFC, he came to dominate the talent around the globe, he wasn’t there to start a war, but James Kash brought the war to him. Something that most people aren’t crazy enough to do, but James knew Luke better than most, probably better than most anyone else... You think he would have known better.
He attacked the man who plays mind games better than anyone else, and then was quick to book Luke into a triple threat match to ensure his downfall within the NJFC, so he could lay claim to be the only one around the globe to get the best of his former partner. James Kash pulled out his shovel and tried to bury Mr. Wolfe. Something that wasn’t smart to do, especially since it is this type of behavior that Anarchy’16 was rising up against. So James Peterson, and James Kash brought the war to Luke… Not the wisest idea, because Wolfe would bring death to their front door.
Triple threat, lowering the odds of success. Never the less facing two people who are as hungry for victory and retribution as anyone on the roster. New comer Eric Darkthorne is relatively unknown which brings its own set of challenges. What are his strengths? His weaknesses? He is an internet darling, a favorite of the independent scene, so much that he made his way to the NJFC and in a high profile match against two established stars. Then there is veteran Stefan Raab, he started just known as the brother of the infamous Lord Raab and that was what he was known as, but he made his own name for himself and is no longer is he in the shadow of his twin brother. A man looking to give back to the company that gave so much to him, and a man with nothing to lose is a dangerous man.
The scene fades in, inside a slaughter house. Luke is standing alone in the middle of the room in a black leather apron, as he slams a meat cleaver down on a slab of meat on the blood stained cutting table. Various types of meat and slaughtered animals hang around the room, sweat dripped down from Luke’s forehead his hair somewhat covering his eyes. He takes a bloody cloth and cleans off the cleaver before slamming it down once again on the peace of meat.
Luke Wolfe: You know, some people might say that I have a distinct advantage bringing the cameras inside here. The smell of blood in the air, it’s hot and humid, plus it gives me an excuse to hold a blade in my hand…
Luke again slams the cleaver down on the table on that piece of meat.
Luke Wolfe: I’m no butcher, not in this sense anyway, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like to dabble… call it a hobby of mine.
Luke slams the cleaver down one more time, and then throws it at the wall, it hits it perfectly the blade slamming into the wall.
Luke Wolfe: There’s no knife in my hand now… But that doesn’t keep you from keeping an eye on it over there does it?
Luke says with a sly grin.
Luke Wolfe: Trust me, it’s not the blade that you should fear, because when the two of you bleed, it won’t be from a blade, it will come from my bare hands. I don’t need a blade to butcher people inside that ring, and that is exactly what will happen, You can thank James Kash for that, he’s real good at swooping in and smashing a bottle in a guy’s face, but he’s not so hot at the little things! Like protecting his talent from dangerous people, because I’m going to hurt you guys. Death is coming to your front door, and now… after I have left the two of you in a puddle of your own blood, and the smell of this place flows through the arena and the canvas is stained with the blood of the innocent… *whispers* That’s you by the way... The blood will be on HIS hands! I warned NFJC not to bring Anarchy to their promotion, but it would appear that they wanted to call my bluff. Well here is MY little secret… *whispers* I… Wasn’t… Bluffing… Anarchy’16 isn’t the same group of mindless zombies that James Kash left behind, we are here to take back what has been taken from us, and to do so, we will watch your world BURN!
Luke slowly walks over to the assortment of knives on the wall, carefully choosing the perfect blade. He walks back to the table admiring the knife, as the blade shines in the light. His calm demeanor suddenly turns violent as he SLAMS the knife down into the table!
Luke Wolfe: Eric Darkthorne… Stefan Raab… You’re names mean nothing to me, you’re just a couple of names on a list of people that will suffer the consequences of James Kash until he comes out from behind his desk and faces me… I’m sure you guys are perfectly capable wrestlers, but you wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against rulers of darkness of the highest authority. The days of light are over, behold there was a white horse… and the rider of the horse was death, and hell followed with him. We will bring Anarchy upon on the world, and spill the blood of the innocent. The war has begun...
The War has Begun
It’s been a whole month, people might have expected Luke Wolfe to respond with a vengeance toward his former partner for what he did, but he did have to fly back to the states for another important match, but that's what he signed up for.When he came to the NJFC, he came to dominate the talent around the globe, he wasn’t there to start a war, but James Kash brought the war to him. Something that most people aren’t crazy enough to do, but James knew Luke better than most, probably better than most anyone else... You think he would have known better.
He attacked the man who plays mind games better than anyone else, and then was quick to book Luke into a triple threat match to ensure his downfall within the NJFC, so he could lay claim to be the only one around the globe to get the best of his former partner. James Kash pulled out his shovel and tried to bury Mr. Wolfe. Something that wasn’t smart to do, especially since it is this type of behavior that Anarchy’16 was rising up against. So James Peterson, and James Kash brought the war to Luke… Not the wisest idea, because Wolfe would bring death to their front door.
Triple threat, lowering the odds of success. Never the less facing two people who are as hungry for victory and retribution as anyone on the roster. New comer Eric Darkthorne is relatively unknown which brings its own set of challenges. What are his strengths? His weaknesses? He is an internet darling, a favorite of the independent scene, so much that he made his way to the NJFC and in a high profile match against two established stars. Then there is veteran Stefan Raab, he started just known as the brother of the infamous Lord Raab and that was what he was known as, but he made his own name for himself and is no longer is he in the shadow of his twin brother. A man looking to give back to the company that gave so much to him, and a man with nothing to lose is a dangerous man.
The scene fades in, inside a slaughter house. Luke is standing alone in the middle of the room in a black leather apron, as he slams a meat cleaver down on a slab of meat on the blood stained cutting table. Various types of meat and slaughtered animals hang around the room, sweat dripped down from Luke’s forehead his hair somewhat covering his eyes. He takes a bloody cloth and cleans off the cleaver before slamming it down once again on the peace of meat.
Luke Wolfe: You know, some people might say that I have a distinct advantage bringing the cameras inside here. The smell of blood in the air, it’s hot and humid, plus it gives me an excuse to hold a blade in my hand…
Luke again slams the cleaver down on the table on that piece of meat.
Luke Wolfe: I’m no butcher, not in this sense anyway, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like to dabble… call it a hobby of mine.
Luke slams the cleaver down one more time, and then throws it at the wall, it hits it perfectly the blade slamming into the wall.
Luke Wolfe: There’s no knife in my hand now… But that doesn’t keep you from keeping an eye on it over there does it?
Luke says with a sly grin.
Luke Wolfe: Trust me, it’s not the blade that you should fear, because when the two of you bleed, it won’t be from a blade, it will come from my bare hands. I don’t need a blade to butcher people inside that ring, and that is exactly what will happen, You can thank James Kash for that, he’s real good at swooping in and smashing a bottle in a guy’s face, but he’s not so hot at the little things! Like protecting his talent from dangerous people, because I’m going to hurt you guys. Death is coming to your front door, and now… after I have left the two of you in a puddle of your own blood, and the smell of this place flows through the arena and the canvas is stained with the blood of the innocent… *whispers* That’s you by the way... The blood will be on HIS hands! I warned NFJC not to bring Anarchy to their promotion, but it would appear that they wanted to call my bluff. Well here is MY little secret… *whispers* I… Wasn’t… Bluffing… Anarchy’16 isn’t the same group of mindless zombies that James Kash left behind, we are here to take back what has been taken from us, and to do so, we will watch your world BURN!
Luke slowly walks over to the assortment of knives on the wall, carefully choosing the perfect blade. He walks back to the table admiring the knife, as the blade shines in the light. His calm demeanor suddenly turns violent as he SLAMS the knife down into the table!
Luke Wolfe: Eric Darkthorne… Stefan Raab… You’re names mean nothing to me, you’re just a couple of names on a list of people that will suffer the consequences of James Kash until he comes out from behind his desk and faces me… I’m sure you guys are perfectly capable wrestlers, but you wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against rulers of darkness of the highest authority. The days of light are over, behold there was a white horse… and the rider of the horse was death, and hell followed with him. We will bring Anarchy upon on the world, and spill the blood of the innocent. The war has begun...
