Invitational Battle Royal

[Serotonin]

REC:

The camera pans to the bow of the boat at night with a woman in red leather pants and matching halter top, her long hair hangs down, nails polished red. She starts to speak softly….

“How many of you have ever looked out into the edge, looking down and wondered if anyone would miss you? The answer is no. Some will mourn, others will pretend they loved you, post wonderful goodbye messages on your Facebook and in a few weeks, they won’t even remember what you looked like….

This is the same in wrestling, leave for a long time and no one gives it a second thought who or what you’ve done. Unfortunately for many this is the story foretold by the masses. One name that has never been forgotten, is mine. For last few years those that I bled under my hand once have become champions, the leaders of this sport….

And I watched.

The men and women who cowered at the site of my eyes, smile and the blood trickling down the side of my lips from a woman they called the “Red Devil” who now are the Main Event, the talk of the sport…

And I watched,

Their scars running deep in the souls of the fallen who call my run legendary and at the same time macabre. Now, are the toys children buy, magazine covers fans read, t-shirts they all wear…

And I watched.

Those I nurtured to take over the business and evolve into the future stars who now call this platform, EMERGE….

And I Watched.

I can still smell the rotting flesh of my victims under my nails. Hear them scream when I lay my head on the pillow to sleep. In that moment of clarity, something called my name, whispering in the ears of the Typhoid Mary. “Now is the time” she said, “To unleash the hell that has stayed dormant for far too long”. She was right….

And so, as my sister brought this organization to prominence? I will bring it back down to earth in this Battle Royal. It doesn’t matter how many victims enter. It makes no difference what the prize is, for Typhoid Mary, there is NO prize more rewarding then the pain and suffering I will be allowed to procure amongst the participants and watch the pool they land in stained in the tint of their own plasma, a sea of scarlet fitting for the massacre that is about to materialize “Beyond the Sea”….

I see those that want it for glory, money, fame or championships….

Typhoid Mary needs none of those. Vanilla my sweet sister, I cannot allow you to have ALL the fun especially the way my daughter, Celeste left. Someone must pay, right? And the consequence? Each one them in the ring will live in their own Hell and I am your personal devil.

Yes, EMERGE….

Welcome to MY Madness.”

She slowly turns around showing the red eyes of Mary Beth Mallory with a slight smile….

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