2….
3….
Corey Graves: And a big victory for Raven, Havocs not going to be happy about this!
Joey Styles: He’s really starting to put pressure on these youngsters, he’s definitely not over the hill yet!
Offspring’s “Come out and play” hit the PA as Raven stood victorious. He could see the look in Havocs eyes, his bitter disappointment twisting a cold knife deep inside. The resentment was clear, rage was bubbling behind his solid exterior, scowling he twisted and sat up. Raven smirked, raised his hands & glanced around the crowd letting the moment sink in. The flashing cameras, the signs, the mixed smells of beer & sweat, little kids in the front rows cheering with awe filled eyes. It was all coming back to him…
Corey Graves: Raven relishing this moment here, he looks at home doesn’t he?
Joey Styles: He does indeed, and there’s no place like home Corey!
Corey Graves: Whoa, you stay out of that rabbit hole Styles, there’s no telling what kind of ride Raven would take you on!
Raven slid under the bottom rope and grabbed his leather jacket off the floor near the announce table. Heading around the ring and up the ramp his hands met those of the nearby fans, as he did a small rumble of “ECW” broke out, and a warmth surged through his inside - A fire was being ignited. He stopped at the top, turned to face the ring, and a wave of nostalgia broke his composure. Remembering all those Ravens Rules matches made him long for similar moments. The rush of winning a title was a feeling he’d been without for too long. Raising his arms out to his side and throwing his head back, he shouted:
“Forevermore”
The “ECW” chant grew a little louder within the arena, while Raven grew a little more confident, and a little more comfortable. With his arms at length he surveyed the arena once more, noticing this time a small number of people holding up Raven signs. He smiled as he nodded, pointed to crowd and clapped his appreciation.
Corey Graves: Somethings got him going tonight folks.
Joey Styles: I get the feeling it’s only just beginning, but unfortunately for us it’s time for a break.
Corey Graves: We’ll be right back after these short announcements for our sponsors, don’t touch that dial!
Raven made his way through the curtain to the backstage area, down the steps and into the ‘guts’ of the building. Making his way back to his small locker room he passed a few familiar faces, prompting a few nods and even an enthusiastic thumbs up from a strange looking ring tech. It unnerved him slightly, reminding him of the people at rehab. The developmental drugs produced some unnatural side-effects that always warranted further treatment, a further sentence, and further sessions with the shrink. He wasn’t insane, that’s something he was sure of that, but other times he thought he was - maybe the years of chair shots had caught up with him. It didn’t help that all these buildings looked the same inside, bland & cold with a touch of steel. He wound his way through the corridors to the further end of the building. From his experience the more important you are, the closer to the ring you were – that’s where the big locker rooms were. But many a door stood open, its interior an empty space waiting to be filled. Behind a few he could hear the odd voice & the sound of Styles and Graves as most seemed to be watching the ongoing show, but it felt somewhat hollow.
Reaching his locker room he stepped inside, breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door tightly behind him. His belongings were already here, wrapped up in a bag on the bench beneath the coat hooks. The small table just big enough to hold a portable TV, a couple of glasses and his drink of choice – an aged bottle of single scotch. He turned on the TV, poured himself a drink and sat down. Reaching inside his bag for some painkillers, his hand caught the inner lining and causing a larger tear. He glanced over to see the damage, only to have his eye caught by a white corner of what appeared to be a picture…
Written on it:
We made each other through blood. Forget this, Nevermore. TD.
Turning it over he could see it was a shot from the golden days of ECW.
A pang of longing hit him as the image conjured up a thousand memories. The countless matches, mind games & bloodshed as he had given his everything against this man all over the world. He remembered just how much of a rush it had been, and tonight had been like a hit to the head. It was a trip back to a place he’d almost forgotten about. Maybe it was time to rebuild and give this one last shot, but not before finishing this bottle and heading back to the apartment for a long soak.
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Somewhere deep inside the Vivint Smart home arena we join up with a lone EBWF camera man. The backdrop was a brick wall painted white many years ago, its surface chipped, peeling and scratched deep. A few pipes of various sizes hung just below the ceiling, visible by the light of an eerie off white glow. The film starts rolling as Raven steps into view, dressed in his trademark leather jacket and black tshirt, his hair a tangle of black and crimson.
“Welcome to the unkindness…. The Hatred… The darker portrayal of your inner self….The hidden depths of your soul.
Somewhere between this and insanity lies Raven. Somewhere between Nakamura and you, lies Raven. Somewhere atop your chamber door looking down, stands Raven… You can’t escape me.
I see you shiver at night as the impending match weighs heavy…. Piercing through thick skulls, its revelation a cancer spreading… decimating your small minds.
But the smallest of all lies with you Wyatt, in direct contrast to your overgrown derriere …. You’re a glutton… you’re a sloth… you’ll be the first to fall. We saw you last week, clinging to all you had to beat Jack. It was an embarrassment, and yet here you find yourself… among your betters in a #1 contenders match. I guess its testament to the impact you’ve made…. I heard the boss is a big taxidermy fan… all that time in the woods, I bet you’ve stuffed your fair share of animals… At the end of the match you won’t be concerned with me finding you… you’ll want me to keep away, quote the Raven, you’ll forevermore be writing HELP ME!
And Havoc, you’re a favourite whipping boy… I see you had the audacity to insinuate that I, Raven, had to beg to earn my place?... I had to beg a long time ago Havoc… I had to beg for the beatings to stop… had to beg for food just to get by…. But I won’t beg for anything from the likes of you. I stood over you last week and the look in your eyes was priceless, like a wounded animal… I saw the tears glinting, glistening as they formed through realisation you weren’t good enough…. Weren’t good enough to beat me even on your best day… so I ask you Havoc, What about me? What about Raven?.. What have you got to bring that I haven’t already seen, already countered, and already stepped over? It’s about time you did Die Havoc, why don’t you borrow Brother Wyatts crayon and start asking for help too.
But the line starts and ends with you Corbin…. The man who put a blemish on my EBWF career, the man who assaulted me last time we met… That was a cheap victory for you that night, it seems to be an ongoing trend… But the truth is, this time it’ll be different... I can see from the way you are that you’ve grown up watching guys like me, so much so that you’ve tried stealing my look… And now you’re trying to steal my belt? You’re a lone wolf who’s already cracked, already reached out and crying for the help of a manager?.. I’ve heard the phrase “A wolf in sheep’s clothing” muttered a few times, but let it be known your nothing but a sheep in wolfs clothing, hiding behind a persona created to mask your pain and embarrassment. You’re in this for all the wrong reasons, the glitz, the glamour? You chase money but it blinds you. A portrayal of a baddass is all you are, an enigma confused about the heart it takes to be successful in this business. The big car and perfect girlfriend betray you Mr Hollywood…. you’re nothing but A failed football star turned sports entertainer….. And now you find yourself in amongst the very people you used to chastise in school…. Years of torture and abuse, torment from the likes of you have left us scarred… left us calling for revenge… That ring represents your nightmares Corbin…. Your past is catching you, maybe it’s time you ran.
The year of the Raven is underway, I don't need more than a plain room, I don't need gimmicks, toys or a setup to get through to you... this isn't the time to play. Come next week I'll be the one with the contract, walking out of the ring as I watch you wonder why you even stepped inside it. The pain and suffering I've endured to get this point is nothing compared to what you're going to be put through. I'm striding towards my destiny... Raven is a champion. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. Here’s to your careers, may you enjoy them before they become….
Quote the Raven, nevermore."
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