-■□Return of God□■RP#1-

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■Return of God■
Exiled. Banished. Thrown away. I watched as the man I had once called my apprentice, a protege, became the man I and the rest of this industry hated. I watched as he lead an exodus from the No Limit Wrestling Federation under the fist of Nick Ridicule’s ownership and “from the ashes” they apparently rose up to take over where the Federation had left off...

I faded away out of this sport that I was always told I would have no chance in. I walked away from years of my hard work, dedication, undying devotion with spit on my face and my head held low, as I vanished into the shadows.

God gave up on this existence.

Especially watching what Insurgency turned the sport into, a cesspool of fake wrestling entertainment. Everything Corey Casey lead people away from, he brought them too in his Federation.

Though we are similar, he my opposite. He inevitably got ahold of me during my sabbatical and apologized, trying to fix a bridge that should have remained broken. He managed to convince me that his Insurgency was a place I could call home and I foolishly began to trust.

Once I arrived I was flocked with work, forced to come up with ideas to carry their product. They put a workload on me and tried once again to turn me into a slave. I signed Robbie Hart to the IWF, also got over some much needed talent for their promotion. After all I had done for them in NLWF, then in Insurgency, I was lynched for as Robbie likes to call it “Cheap Buyrates”

I took my shots, rolled with the punches, and once again walked away. Unlike some of those we see trying to rewrite the story of what happened, I speak nothing but truth venom. They lynched me, hung me in the ring trying to kill me and it allowed me for awhile to fake my death.

I had a much bigger fight on my hands personally anyway than to deal with boys who couldn’t piss without spewing on everything and everyone around.

I spent the next year in complete and total exile. I left the country and spent a year training Kung Fu in China with the Shaolin Monks while regaining my health, once again reaching my peak. During that year I was fortunate to train with Master Kitozon who helped me create and craft my Snake Style of Kung Fu.

That’s when she found me. Alison Williams heard the rumor that I was still alive and she was able to track me down, showing up at the temple to disturb our meditation training. I was banished for life and found myself once again on the path of exile.

It would all turn out for the best though. Ali brought me back to the states and even after years away my daughter was still daddy’s little girl. She gave me all the fan mail I had missed over the years, the countless letters of people pleading for my return.

The people who had once treated me as the virus, said I didn’t belong in the sport, had finally recognized Brenton Cyrus as a God. Not only the fans, but wrestlers who never even got a chance to compete in NLWF were asking when the greatest Federation this business has ever known would return under my guidance.

I had no intention of ever returning. No intention of NLWF rising from it’s deathbed, awaking from the coma it had been placed in to find out the truth about everyone. Nick Ridicule got everyone to expose their true colors. He showed exactly who was just along for the ride and who truly was loyal and down for the greater good of the NLWF.

I made my return in September of 2012 and in that month I worked to decide whether or not I had what it takes still to carry the best on my back. Once October rolled around I realized not only did I still have what it takes, but that the best was still yet to come. So in October, on my birthday, we officially announced Nick Ridicule versus James Shark for City of Evil, a grudge match that would regain the cult following of NLWF while also gaining national exposure once again.

No one could have seen the success of City of Evil coming, but I did. I put all the eggs in a single basket and put all my money on those two to perform while also putting NLWF back on the map in the process. They did it. It was the most successful City of Evil event of all time, a show that has always been highly regarded for the shocking events that transpire.

God had once again returned as the leader of the NLWF, only to have my daughter taken away, only to have the World Championship taken away, only to have the company taken away.

I ended the year once again back stabbed and betrayed, with spit on face, like I had so many times before. But this time I remained unbroken knowing the will of God is my guiding force into the darkness and that will could light any way.


■The Monologue■


The rest of the day was spent in Vegas with my wife, the kids, Aaron O’Shea and Sara Elizabeth. It was clear that Ali, my new wife, still didn’t completely trust Sara, but the kids loved her and she seemed once again like the girl I remembered, the first person to greet me off the bus from Iowa when I first stepped foot in Los Angeles.

She just seemed to fit into our clique, The Entourage, but I wondered how she would react if I decided not to go through with doing another North Mason High School musical. It had been on my mind weighing heavy since the offer had been made just days before. Sixty six million dollars was the offer they had made me to do something I knew I would hate.

I made sure not to bring it up or mention it at all throughout the day while we all hung out. We left Vegas that night to go back to Los Angeles, spending the night at the Elizabeth Mansion since she had the most room of any of us. I was set for my meeting with Sal Ramis in the morning, wondering what he could possibly have to show me that could make me decline a Sixty six million dollar offer.

■The Story■
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Los Angeles, California
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-■□A BRENTON CYRUS PRESENTATION□■-
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November 26th 2012
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Brenton Cyrus steps out of his limousine looking around at the helicopters all around on their launch pads. They are at what seems to be a private air strip and helicopter rental business. He holds his hand out and helps his wife Alison Williams from the limo, looking at the engagement and wedding rings on her finger before placing a kiss on her hand.
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Alison Williams
Thank you, hubby!

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Alison Williams reaches into the limo and is handed Claire Williams-Cyrus.
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Alison Williams
Hold on to Mommy.

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Brenton Cyrus grabs a handful of Alison Williams ass giving it a squeeze.
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Alison Williams
Not you! You can hold on to me later.

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Alison Williams winks at Brenton Cyrus as she passes by him holding their daughter. Brenton Cyrus reaches into the back of the limo and is handed BC jr. taking his son in his hands holding him out in front of him to look at him. Alison Williams stares at the two of them with a smile on her face before she shakes her head.
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Alison Williams
You know, this isn’t what I had in mind for our honeymoon.

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Brenton Cyrus smirks as he turns around to look at her with his son now held close to his chest.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
And you know this isn’t our honeymoon. Give me a bit of credit. I just made a promise, to someone who predicted we would be married before this meeting.

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I still had no idea how Sal Ramis was able to predict I would marry Ali. Especially because, when I ran into him, Ali and I had gone our separate ways that same day. It seemed as though things between us were going to be done. I had several things I wanted to ask Sal Ramis as soon as I saw him, but as I looked around he was nowhere to be seen.
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Alison Williams
What do you mean, “Predicted?” Who is it?

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Alison Williams stares at Brenton Cyrus with a look of confusion on her face as her daughter plays with her hair.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I am a man of my word and I gave my word. So just a little bit of business, before pleasure. Okay wife?

Alison Williams
Of course.

Claire Williams-Cyrus
You are sooooooooo pretty mommy!

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Claire Williams-Cyrus kisses her mommy on her lips. Brenton Cyrus stares at his two ladies gazing at them with love in his eyes. Aaron O'Shea pulls himself out of the back of the limousine and takes in a breath of air before unleashing a wicked cough.
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Aaron O’Shea
Gotta love that fresh LA smog...

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The three of them stand together with the two kids looking around.
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Aaron O’Shea
So eh.. Do you even know where we are going? Cause I’m not a fan of helicopters..

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
How about linear jets?

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Brenton Cyrus points ahead as a man appears in the distance, holding a sign that reads “Mr. Cyrus” They begin to walk toward the man as a group creating distance between themselves and the limo they arrived in.
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Aaron O’Shea
Sara couldn’t make it? Or watch the kids?

Alison Williams
What a sham.. I mean shame.

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Alison Williams uses sarcasm as she rolls her eyes, then pays attention to her daughter making kissy faces at her.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
She has her show in Hollywood this morning. Also I like have my kids around, my wife, my best friend.

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Brenton Cyrus looks at BC Jr. held in one arm looking back at him.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I want Junior here to see what I do from an early age. One day son you’ll be the greatest leader this world has ever known, but for now you get to enjoy being a kid as I pave the way for your glorious future.

Aaron O’Shea
Aren’t you worried your kid is going to grow up to be an ego tripping arse?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Worried? I welcome it. With a father like me, a Godfather like Chuck Matthews, the kids has no other choice that to have the greatest ego ever seen.

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Brenton Cyrus laughs out loud and his son begins to laugh with him. Aaron O'Shea is handed his Goddaughter Claire.
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Aaron O’Shea
Well it’s a good thing you wont be anything like either of your parents, isn’t that right baby Claire?

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Claire puts her hand over the nose then the mouth of Aaron O'Shea making everyone laugh.
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Alison Williams
She is just like me, told you to talk to the hand!

Aaron O’Shea
Brenton, best of luck to you as a father to this one!

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Aaron O'Shea lifts Claire up high for a second before bring her back close.
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Aaron O’Shea
and a husband to this one.

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Aaron O'Shea gives Alison Williams a slight shove sending her into the free arm of Brenton Cyrus who pulls her in and kisses her. BC Jr. kisses her cheek as they slowly pull away staring at each other.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You cutting in on the action little man?

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BC Jr. winks at Alison Williams and everyone laughs once again as they approach the man standing near the linear jet waving his hand.
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Jet Pilot
Mr. Cyrus and friends?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Family and Mr. Cyrus, yes.

Jet Pilot
I’ve been instructed to fly you to your destination. ETA ninety minutes.

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Brenton Cyrus holds his arm out as he allows Alison Williams to walk up the steps entering the linear jet. He looks at Aaron O'Shea who is shaking his head.
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Aaron O’Shea
This is where we part ways for now!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You’re kidding.. You really hate flying that much, that you wont ride this awesome jet with your family?

Aaron O’Shea
Ironic isn’t it? Innovator of high flying doesn’t like to fly, go figure. Tell me how everything turns out, we can meet up when you get back.

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Aaron O'Shea kisses Claire on her cheek and she kisses him back. He hands her off to Brenton Cyrus who holds her and BC Jr. each in one arm.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I’ll let you know how it goes.

Aaron O’Shea
Just uh.. Be safe, alright?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Of course, you too. What are you going to do in Los Angeles for six hours?

Aaron O’Shea
The same thing I always do when I come to this city!

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Aaron O'Shea laughs as he backs away.
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Aaron O’Shea
Kat House here I come!

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Aaron O’Shea jumps and heel clicks. He waves and turns around walking back to the limousine. Brenton Cyrus watches then looks at his kids, one in each arm. He smiles wide then turns and walks up the steps to enter the linear jet.
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■Up In The Air■
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I was beginning to worry as I sat with my eyes shut on the jet, wondering where we were being flown to. I had put my trust in a man who was the leader of a cult religion that worshiped me, Brenton Cyrus, as God. Since 2009, Salvation had been a force throughout the entire world, a religion as far and wide as any other. Though over the years a lot of former believers had abandoned faith and the will to be saved, I couldn’t blame them. God vanished. Several years with a platform to spread my message. Years of other spreading the word of Salvation. Covered over by years without. Time finds a way to bury all, even the greatest and most powerful of things.
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The eyes of Brenton Cyrus shoot open and he looks around the jet. Claire is in her toddler seat asleep while BC Jr. sits next to her watching a movie being shown on the screen above.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Whatcha watchin buddy?

□■■Brenton Cyrus Jr.■■□
Happy Feet.

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He continues to stare at the screen, not taking his eyes off the movie for even a split second as his father looks over at him. Brenton Cyrus looks up at the screen, then begins to look around the jet.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Where is Ali?

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BC Jr. doesn't respond, simply pointing forward toward the front of the plane. Brenton Cyrus unbuckles and stands up looking down at BC Jr.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You gonna be alright?

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He nods.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Watch your sister for a second.

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He looks over at his sleeping half sister Claire, then turns and looks back at the screen putting his thumb up before Brenton Cyrus walks to the front of the plane smiling. He slides the screen door out of the way and pushes past the curtain looking all around. He finds Alison Williams flying the plane, the Jet Pilot in the co-pilots seat next to her.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I should have known I would find you in the cockpit..

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Alison Williams smirks staring ahead at the clouds as she keeps things steady.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Oh ha ha ha, very funny! But look at me! I’m flying the fuck out of this jet Brenton!

Jet Pilot
Yes you are!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
No wonder it’s rocking around so much.

Alison Williams
Whatevs, I’m doing great! Tell him!

Jet Pilot
She’s doing great!

Alison Williams
Are the kids alright?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Everything is fine, I just.. nevermind.

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Brenton Cyrus turns to walk away but his curiosity gets the better of him. He turns and taps the Jet Pilot on his shoulder.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Where are we going?

Jet Pilot
Iowa. But that is all I am at liberty to say Mr. Cyrus.

Alison Williams
Brenton, isn’t that where you’re from?

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Brenton Cyrus stares ahead at the jet chopping through the clouds as he gazes thoughts and demons filling his head.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Mmhm..

Alison Williams
Who are we even meeting up with? I’m your wife, you’re supposed to tell me everything now!

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Brenton Cyrus snaps back to reality shaking it off as he nods his head.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Right.. you’re right, but I need to go sit down..

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Brenton Cyrus hurries from the cockpit back towards his kids. He takes a seat and stares ahead not blinking.
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We were getting closer to where it all started. Where my heartache began. I was returning home and we would be landing in less than half an hour. I still had no idea where we would go once we arrived in Iowa, but no matter where we were set to meet up with Sal Ramis, it would have major life altering implications.
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■Homecoming■
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Salvation, Iowa
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Brenton Cyrus stares out the tinted glass of the limousine with a nervous expression on his face. His eyes shoot off to different landmarks and areas.
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I knew exactly where we were and exactly where we were going now. I should have known from the very start but it had been so long that I didn't even consider it a possibility. We were being taken to the City of Salvation, a place created in the name of Brenton Cyrus. Gods land. A city that had seen so much in its short existence only lasting about a year before the... Salvation Slaughter happened... I believed the city to be buried, left in ruins, gone under the blanket of time devouring all things. Had the City of Salvation been revived by Sal Ramis?
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Alison Williams
Did that sign just say what I think it said?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Depends on what you think it said...

Alison Williams
Salvation? Are we...?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Seems that way...

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Brenton Cyrus looks down awaiting the backlash from his wife.
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Alison Williams
YAY!

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Brenton Cyrus lifts his head looking at her surprised.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I thought you were going to freak.. I’m freaked.

Alison Williams
Why would I be freaked? Living in the City of Salvation was some of the best times of our relationship! Being waited on hand and foot, treated like a goddess, all the towns people calling me, “Domina!” I miss hearing that, “Yes, Domina!” Or hearing them call you “Dominus” or God! What was not to love?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I sometimes forget that you get to experience only the best of things and never the worse.

Alison Williams
What’s that suppose to mean?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I keep you protected from dealing with the dark sides of things. You never saw the kinds of work I had to put into the City of Salvation, the kind of pressure I had to deal with being God.

Alison Williams
I guess that’s true.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Everyone depends on me.. If for some reason I can’t handle the pressure.. I don’t know what I would do if I let down my people ever again..

Alison Williams
I understand. Lets just see what the City of Salvation has to offer. Can you tell me who it is we are meeting up with now?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I don’t want you to freak out. He seems trustworthy.

Alison Williams
You think everyone is trustworthy! You’ve trusted people who have stabbed you in the back countless times!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
It’s Sal Ramis. I ran into him the other day on the Hollywood Walk of Fame after we went our separate ways that day.

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The limousine comes to a stop. They look out the window at the entrance building to gain access into the City of Salvation.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
We can still leave. We can walk away, I’ll take the North Mason High School Musical offer and never have to step foot into the City of Salvation again. I’ll let you have the final say.

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She places her finger to her mouth over her lips as she looks out the window trying to decide. She smiles and nods her head.
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Alison Williams
Lets go, we can handle anything.

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Brenton Cyrus smirks and they make their way out of the limo. They walk down the path as they approach the red brick made entrance building, large brick walls stretching off out of site on both sides to prevent intruders from entering.
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The outside looked exactly as I remembered it. It felt like just yesterday I was breaking into this very city, crashing through this very building in a tank as we waged war to get my best friend at the time back from a city that had turned on God for a false Prophet.
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Brenton Cyrus reaches out grabbing the handle to open the door holding it open for Alison Williams holding Claire. He follows her in holding BC Jr. and they look around at the office like set up. Brenton Cyrus steps to the front desk and rings the bell. BC jr. begins to ring the bell until a secretary approaches.
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Secretary
Praise the day! God has returned! Welcome back to the City of Salvation, we’ve long been expecting you.

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She bows her head closing her eyes as she finishes speaking. Brenton Cyrus looks at Alison Williams who gives him a shrug.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Right... Well I’m here to meet...

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She interrupts as she looks up at him.
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Secretary
You are here to do as you freely please. Everything else will happen as it should.

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She once again bows her head as she finishes speaking.
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□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
So... We just go on into the city...

Secretary
If that is what you wish to do. It is the City of God.

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She bows her head once more. Brenton Cyrus and Alison Williams look at each other creeped out by the secretary. He motions with his head and they make their way through the entrance building toward the doors into the City of Salvation.
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■The Match■
■Warrior Games■
■Toronto, Ontario, Canada■
World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion
Brenton Cyrus
[vs]
Psycho

■Our First Encounter■

The Snake does not attack. It reacts when attacked, it may even get the opponent to attack, but a Snake Stylist does not attack.

From day one I saw Psycho as the icon that he truly is. Alright maybe not from day one, because he technically signed with NLWF back in 2011 before it closed. But he is a guy I have nothing but the utmost respect for in this sport. Just the fact he chose to return to NLWF and honor a contract from way back when and make the most of his run shows you what kind of warrior he is.

I even offered to buy out his contract because I was under the impression he was retired when NLWF made its return. While others have voided their contract, he earned new contracts with NLWF, gaining promotion after promotion. Instead, from the very second he stepped foot on the canvas of Immortals he’s shown he belongs inside the ring with the very best.

It is difficult to fight a man who you respect so much, yet I have no trouble finding motivation for a war finally against a worthy adversary. This is the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship match the entire world has been talking about and buzzing in anticipation for, for months now.

It was at the PRIDE of Philadelphia Tournament that we first met inside the ring of Immortals. What a night that was as for the first time Aaron O’Shea and I were Immortal Entourage, teaming up with the goal of taking World Crowned tag team gold.

In the first round Immortal Entourage destroyed the team of Johnny Stylez and Eric Steel, SBK using that match as a way to steal the World Heavyweight Title that I beat him within an inch of his life for at Ultimate Glory. While the unlikely pairing of Psycho and Mitch Mcclure were able to defeat Melons Inc.

It was the second round where our legendary paths would cross inside the ring for the first time. I believed without doubt that Immortal Entourage would steamroll and stomp the odd couple but my overconfidence that night was my fatal flaw. I fell at the hands of Psycho, felt the force of the Reign of Chaos, more importantly the finishing power of Livid Atrocity.

That night at PRIDE of Philadelphia is when I truly realized what I was up against in Psycho.