THE EViL iNSiDE

by **Psycho** March 27th 2013, 12:34 am

++NLWF PRESENTS++
++THE DEViL HiMSELF++
++THE MONSTER++
++THE KiLLER++
++THE++
THE EViL iNSiDE ROC2_zps9ef2ad06

++iN++

++SUBMiSSiVE, ViOLENT, CHAOTiC++

You want a back story for me? Some history, a trip into my mind? What do you want to know, NLWF?

How about my stint in Professional Wrestling Supreme Federation? The federation where I shattered title records. The federation where your's truly held the Hardcore Championship for six years straight. Six years! The federation where I held the World Championship for two years. Everyone has been boosting about their title reigns in other federations.

What about my time spent in World Wide Wrestling? I did a great run there as a World Champion. A Hardcore Champion.

Do you see the pattern yet? Open your fucking eyes!

I am a champion. I am a legend.

I am an Immortal.

++PRESENT DAY++
++MARCH 26TH, 2013++
++A BAR iN TORONTO++

Psycho is sitting at a table by himself. He has a glass in his hand, looking at it and twirling the whiskey inside the glass. A man walks up to Psycho.

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Jayson? Is that you?"

Psycho shoots the rest of the whiskey in the glass and sets it on the table. He turns his head and looks at the person that is talking to him.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"No one calls me by my real name anymore."

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"It's me....Mark....Minion...."

Psycho stands up from his seat and turns towards Mark. He looks at him and smiles.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"Shit dude, it has been a long time. Sit down man."

Mark sits down as Psycho sits back down in his seat.

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Look man, it has been a long time. I just want to say I am sorry."

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"Stop right there, seriously. I don't want to hear it. How have you been?"

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Oh you know, living here in Toronto. After what happened with dCw I kind of just left the business. Been working steady jobs here. Every once in a while I will lace up the boots and get into some indie matches. They aren't the same though. I am married now."

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"The indie scene is on the rise. I was there for quite a while after the whole dCw fiasco. Married you say?"

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Yeah man, she is great. Her and I met in a very unl...."

As this motherfucker sat here telling me about his marriage, all I can think about is the abandonment. About when he turned his back on me. On my stable. On my family. The one time I needed him to have my back, he was the first one stabbing me in it.

I know he has something to do with the killings of my family. I know he has something to do with me being striped of the Blood Championship, just so he can get his hands on it. He knew he couldn't beat me in the ring. He could never come close. So what else does he have to do? Side with Joe. Take me out with the help of the entire dCw locker room. Fuck this motherfucker.

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"....and the rest is just history man."

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"Cool story bro."

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Is uh, is everything okay, Jayson?"

I cringe at him calling me Jayson. That isn't my fucking name anymore! Who the fuck does he think he is? I want to bash his fucking face in.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"Yeah. I need to get some fresh air. Care to join me?"

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Sure dude, I can do that."

Psycho stands up and puts his jacket on. He walks out of the front door as Mark puts his jacket on and follows Psycho.

The camera switches outside, Psycho walks to his car and stands there looking at it as he is joined by Mark.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"We were unstoppable, Minion. You and I. The Crazy World Order. We couldn't be touched by anyone. You remember that?"

++[-MARK "MiNiON" DiLLiNGER-]++
"Yeah I remember Jay...."

Psycho turns quickly, grabbing Mark by the back of his head and slamming him down onto the hood of his car. He repeats it again and again until Mark's nose is broke.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! My name is Psycho. You motherfucker. You tried to dethrone me. You tried to take my glory. My spotlight. You helped kill my family, Minion."

Before Mark can respond Psycho kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for a powerbomb. He throws Marks legs out and grabs his left arm, dropping down causing Mark's face to slam down onto the ground and then Psycho instantly locks in the Crippler Cross Face. He pulls back and yells as he fights to pull back even more. Mark struggles at first and starts to get wobbly. Psycho pulls back even more until there is a snap with a loud popping noise. Mark screams out a blood curdling scream as Psycho just snapped his spine. Psycho releases the hold and stands up looking down at his old friend laying there screaming in so much pain. Psycho starts to stomp down on Mark's broken back. He leans down and picks up Minion's head.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"This is my pay back for you trying to kill my career. This is my redemption for my families deaths. This is my retribution. My closing."

As people start to come out from the bar because of the yelling, Psycho stands up and walks to his door, opens it and starts his car and drives away. The people from the bar start to flock around Mark and call for help.

Warriors. Warriors. Waaarrrriors. Come out and plaaaay.

Warrior Games. The biggest pay-per-view event in the No Limits Wrestling Federation.

Come one, come all to witness history in the making. A spectacular night of Respectful Wrestling brought to you by the NLWF.

But come time for Psycho vs. Brenton Cyrus.....there will be CHAOS.

Brenton Cyrus....Brenton Cyrus......Breeeenton Cyyyyrus.....come out to plaaaaay!

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"Here we are again, Brenton Cyrus. You and I finding ourselves opposing each other. But this time, we get what we want. This time when we are inside that ring together, the whole locker room, the whole NLWF universe, everyone will finally get to see what kind of caliber of a match that Psycho and Brenton Cyrus can fucking pull off!"

"This match, Brenton Cyrus, has a lot riding on it."

"Everyone is built to fall, Cyrus."

"Everyone in the world. But it is men like us, men like you and I that are built to stand tall. Built to stand back up every single time and fight back harder and fight back stronger and most importantly, fight back smarter. And that my friend is why it is men like us, you and I, it is why we battle against each other. These battles, we are the Warriors. The Immortals of the Battlefield. We are the real Warriors here in the NLWF. No one else right now matters. No one. It is just you and me. To me right now, we are the only two people that exist."

"Warriors, Brenton. Warriors."

"The ring is our Battlefield."

"And what is it that makes Warriors so beautiful? So elegant. Respectful. So brutal and so chaotic? They fight like it is their last fight. They are prepared to die on that battlefield. A Glorious Death. Oh what an honor it IS to die on the battlefield. If Warriors lost on the Battlefield, they lost their lives. If they won, they feasted as if they were Kings! And that is what I do every single time I am inside that ring. That Battlefield. I fight as if it is my last fight. I hurt. I do whatever I can do to survive. And if I fail, if I die....I would welcome a Glorious Death inside that ring. But we all know that isn't going to be the case at Warrior Games in a few days. Brenton Cyrus will be stepping into the ring with me."

"The God vs. The Devil."

"Good vs. Evil."

"You have seen what I can do inside that ring. You have seen what I can do outside that ring. You have heard what I have had to say on the microphone. I know you've been studying my matches Brenton Cyrus. I know you think you may have me down, have me figured out. But you don't. You don't have a clue. Why? Because neither do I. You change things up, you do that same shit I do. With you, no one knows where you come from when you attack. You are like a lion stalking his prey and then just pounce from no where. I will say I am ready, as I am sure you will as well. But I am ready Cyrus. I am ready for you and I to give these fans, give this business a wrestling match for the ages. The thing is, you know I am right. You know what this match means not only for yourself but for me too. You know this match will be the greatest match of your career. Same as mine. You know you have something I want. Something I feel should still be mine."

"You have the coveted World Heavyweight Championship."

"The most prestigious title in the business."

"A title I should still have around my waist. But I won't sit here and bitch about it. I won't. You have the title now. It is yours and you defended it smartly at Dangerous by Design. And that is when you decided it was me you wanted to face one on one. Me. The Reign of Chaos versus your streak. Oh but don't worry about that streak Brenton. It will be done in a few days. An Immortal falls in defeat. A God falls from heaven. The whole foundation that is being built on respect, this whole new era.....crushed by chaos. That is what Warrior Games will be a stage for!"

"You asked for the Devil, Brenton Cyrus."

"Prepare yourself for the hell he brings."

"I am prepared for death. I have nothing to lose here. But what about you? What about Cyrus? Do you fear the inevitable? Do you fear the ONLY certain thing life has to offer? Do you fear death? You have things to lose in a few days. Your Championship. Your streak. You have reasons to stay alive, stay up and fight. And I know you will keep getting up. I know you will keep coming back at me with everything you have. That is why you and I are alike. That is why when we do step into the ring against each other, it will always be a match to be talked about for a long time. Warrior Games won't be any different. We will still the show. We will tear this building apart, we will give everyone a match that they deserve to see, a match that will be talked about for years and years and years to come. A match, Breton Cyrus, that no one else in this business before or even after us could ever had done or will ever do to top."

"Make no mistake Cyrus. None at all."

"I am coming for that World Title. And I will be bringing the Chaos."

"Follow! Follow the White Rabbit down into the Rabbit Hole. Brenton Cyrus, that World Championship is my White Rabbit. And I will catch it before it heads into it's Rabbit Hole. My focus, my energy, my drive....my will....is all put into this match. I am coming to Warrior Games, I am coming into that ring and I will be in the most amazing shape of my life, mentally and physically. I will be studied up on you, I will go over millions of scenarios in my head of different ways the match could possibly go. Most noted, I will be fighting like it is my last fight. Because after all, Cyrus, you and I are Warriors like I've said. I am the Hardcore Psychopath..."

"I'm too fucking hardcore."

"Memento Mori, Brenton Cyrus."

"Come out."

"And play."

"Follow me into chaos."
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