Evolution Promo

[Da Gangstas]

A mobile home in some trailer park gets rocked with some average looking joe walking out slamming the door and yelling.

GODDAMN IT, SHUT YER MOUTH!

He looks the part he acts wearing a red flannel over a white muscle with tight blue jeans and sneakers. A black head of hair buzzed down to a flattop and the man irate walks to his old Dodge pickup. An '89 red Ram with some rust along the bed and around the wheel wheels, no tailgate. He climbs into the drivers side and reaches into a cooler lifting a beer out to crack open. The door of the mobile home opens with a fairly attractive blonde peeking out, her hair wild and messy as she yells.

Don't come back asshole!

She shuts the door and the man pissed just slams his door shut, starts up the truck and peels outta there after taking a drink of beer. A cloud of dust from the dirt floor of the trailer park forming up to fade us into a two track deep in the woods where the man sits drinking a beer with several empties on the ground. He just sits on the front seat with his legs out the open door hanging there, then from the woods comes The Resurrector. He's clad in his usual coat and moves on the truck kicking the door shut slamming the man's legs down. The Resurrector opening the door pulls the man out by the throat, then slams the back of his head off the truck and tosses him into the bed of the truck. The Resurrector hops in the drivers seat shutting the door and drives on down the roughly groomed two track about a mile until he stops behind his own truck, the same old pickup he's been seen in before. The Resurrector climbing out of this truck goes to the bed dragging the now unconscious man out into a firemans carry. The Resurrector hauls him into the back of his own truck, then grabs a gas can walking back to the other truck dousing it all over with gas. The Resurrector walks a trail on the ground to his door and tosses the can near the other truck. The big man pulls out a cigar and a wooden match lighting it on his coat, then lights his cigar and climbs in the truck. He drops the match on the gas and starts up his truck closing the door. The truck behind him in flames now and The Resurrector drives away letting it burn, some other fuel must get reached cause a huge explosion goes off lifting the frame in the air only to drop back to the earth burning down. The view of The Resurrector's truck fading into the darkness of the woods leading us to his usual dwelling of the deep, dark, dank basement. The man from earlier on a big, dull cross with his shirt ripped off, blood and bruises cover his face as The Resurrector stands in front of him. The big man with the machete resting on his right shoulder just wears the usual surgeon style pants and nothing else, and he says.

Your time has come to an end for no more will you persecute these women the way you have, mistreat them all because it is you who failed to read them. So you abuse them and now you have been abused, but now its time for you to be eradicated like your fellow sinners!

The man on the cross pulls his head up in pain, the fight drained from him and he mutters.

Pl-ple-please...no, no...why!?

Tears in his eyes and The Resurrector sneering says.

You know why! You punished when there was no reason to punish! You inflicted your will upon someone else, you made them think they had to please you and only you, YOU interfered and for that you die!

The Resurrector swinging the heavy blade cuts the mans head off freezing it in fear, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. The big man chops the limbs off letting them hang and the rest fall, then he turns raising the blade to his right shoulder. The Resurrector scoffing and now he smirks a little saying.

And for anyone thinking I was wrong to interfere here, so be it, for I never claimed to be right, and one day maybe I will be strapped up to meet my ender!?! Until that day, no one is safe from being Resurrected and that goes for you Matlock who like this mess of a man behind me, your doom is impending! That little Franchise Title of yours you picked up from the trash, its on the line as if it matters, but after I kick your ass, I will show you how much that worthless title means! The I-Con Title goes nowhere, but with me at the end of the night, its mine to wear as the fucking icon of SEF! After all, I got more time in this place than you, than most and I damn sure done more than you! I however did not get SEF pushing me every step of the way to make it here only to spit in everyone's face. You found a drive after I slammed you off the ring ropes through that table a few weeks back and so you came at me. Great job Matt, congrats for stepping up, but now its time you prepared to be stepped on, to be Impaled...to be Resurrected! And who knows, one day it may be you strapped to the cross like your cheap American counterpart behind me!

A mockingly smirk and The Resurrector swings the machete down causing a static feed, then fade to black. Will that be the fate of Matt Matlock tonight or will the Uncrowned Champion finally win one of SEF's major championships?