Evolution Promo

[Taylor Andrews]

Sitting back at a bar, a private bar, not some public place where everybody knows your name, where the drunks go to rot away into a cesspool of filth. It is a bar of luxury, the mirror behind the many rows of exotic and popular liquors. Rick Reynolds sitting at the bar looking distinguished as usual in a silver tinted light blue suit, matching tie and a white shirt. A glass of fine scotch in his hand which he tips to his lips for a sip and then sets down on the oak bar stretching several feet into the point of no view as that lies on Rick Reynolds who leans back with his right arm on the bar looking devious with that casual smirk, then says.

So yet again I have to supposedly earn my way into a World Title match when I had Corez beaten at the ten year supershow. Now I have to face Matt Matlock, wow, SEF dragged up this old failure from a wasteland of redundant ridiculous rats. Turncoats, that’s all you are Matlock, disloyal and now what, back to try and prove you are loyal, well good luck pal cause in that ring your nothing compared to me. Don’t feel bad though, no one is, not Mack, not Corez, not The Resurrector, not a single one of you worthless jokes. I’m sure you don’t feel bad though cause as I remember, you never had much a problem letting someone know it was all about the show. Too bad for you the only way you can get your hands on gold is to pick you the trash thrown down, although that title should belong to The Franchise, so how about after I whip your ass Friday night, I get the Franchise Title!?

Rick smirking motioning that balls in his court now, then lifts his glass to take another sip of scotch, lowers it and says.

Of course, I don’t need a title as everyone knows who the real franchise is around here and its me, the real showsteala!

An arrogant smirk and he takes another sip of scotch, then sets the glass down and says.

I have been going night after night on my way to finally getting rid of Mack from SEF, I am your savior Matt, I am everyone’s savior for I am getting rid of the evil, the cancer of SEF. I am the real backbone and soon I will control SEF. It starts Friday by winning the World Heavyweight Championship. Corez and The Resurrector will also be standing in my way, so after a match that won’t be easy, and yea, I give you that Matt, I know you can come out and win it if you try, but after I crush your dream, it’ll be time to send an old friend to sideline and knock that big bitch off balance!

A snide sneer from Reynolds who just stays calmly laid back and says.

The Resurrector, you want to kill me, to bury me, to end the Natural Sinner? Well son, you are the only one who will be ended for your time needs to be up. You may have resurrected your pitiful career into some bit of significance, but this is as far as you go. I am the evolution of this business and you are winding down, this is your year of the apocalypse while it is mine to dominate SEF! Screw the so called true dominance this place has seen, that will pale in comparison to the portrait I paint on my canvas in the middle of the ring!

A pause to sip some more scotch, then he continues.

Corez, you accomplished your dream of being World Champion, now its time for a real World Champion to take back the title, not some rag tag whore like Matlock who can only dream of one day being LUCKY enough to receive a handout! I am taking that title back, my title, screw the goddamn Franchise Title, I don’t care if you put it up or not Matt, throw it in the nearest river cause the World Heavyweight Championship belongs around this gorgeous waist!

And now he stands spreading his arms arrogantly, then turns lifting his glass to empty it and sets it down walking out of view with a smug smirk across his face. Reynolds seen in the mirror for another couple seconds before disappearing into darkness….where we see Fate emerge from wearing a black sweat suit looking emotionless as usual, just a cold face of bitterness if anything. He stands looking into the mirror of the bar with his dark, cold eyes saying in a bit of a raspy voice.

It is Fate that controls it all for despite any politics pulled, I am still more dangerous than you. This Informer, he believes he has me under control, but I could have destroyed SEF once, instead, I took a gamble and it would have worked had the people wanted to work. They failed me, now Fate decides that Rick Reynolds will succeed over everyone and The Franchise will control SEF!

And then he just steps back into the shadows leaving us all to wonder, to question, to think, what will happen Friday night!? Will it indeed be Rick Reynolds Fate that brings him to the World Title or will one of four others with opportunities to grasp THE brass ring of wrestling emerge to head for the main event of Wrestle X?!?