JERRY LAWLER
He’s reversed the Codebreaker! Crowe hits the Headlock Driver!
JIM ROSS
It’s over King! Crowe picks up the win at WrestleMania against Chris Jericho!
The bell rang and for Solomon Crowe his first ever WrestleMania was officially now in the books, picking up the victory over the legend that is Chris Jericho as he continued to put over the younger talent the roster was bringing through. His theme music hit the PA system and the near-80,000 fans in attendance showed their appreciation for the performance the two had put on and although he was the heel in the feud, thousands of cheers still creeped through the boos from the audience. Crowe didn’t really celebrate his win in the ring, instead he remained on his knees and caught his breath as he stared Jericho laying in pain. He wiped the sweat off of his face and stood u and walked over towards the turnbuckle closer to the announcer’s desk and still looked over his shoulder at Jericho as he raised his arms beside him, jumping off and walking away, with absolutely no reaction on his face. He walked up the ramp as he held his abdomen and neck in pain after his gruelling match and he looked up at the huge titan-tron, observing the job he had done inside of the ring and the camera just about managed to pick up the smallest of smirks before disappearing through the curtains and allowing the final few matches to commence. The video stopped playing as Crowe disappeared through the curtains and the camera change signalled that this was being viewed by someone else, and as the camera zoomed out it picked up Solomon Crowe and it was revealed that Crowe was re-watching his match with Chris Jericho at The Crowe’s Nest.
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Wednesday April 8th 2015 – The Crowe’s Nest – Anonymous Location
Solomon Crowe continued to re-watch his victory over Chris Jericho at WrestleMania, he was relaxing in the big office chair with his legs up on his desk, and even though there was no lighting the lights from the television set were reflecting on to the dark walls and Crowe’s figure was visible because of that. The camera picked up his evil smile as he continued to rewind the match only up until the point where Christy Hemme announced Crowe as the winner, and he continued to re-watch that moment, over and over again as he started to laugh out loud and turned the video off, swivelling his chair around back to the camera and folding his arms on to the table and talking into the camera.
SOLOMON CROWE
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Crowe’s Nest, the lair I like to call home, a place where I can relax and unwind especially after a huge, huge victory at WrestleMania, against – as you saw – Chris Jericho who was so adamant that he would defeat me at WrestleMania and just like always, he talked a strong game but he failed when it mattered the most, the story of his life. Whereas I…I did what I said I was going to do all along, I walked into the Levi’s Stadium, I soaked up all of your negativity as I made that long walk down that ramp and I pummelled Chris Jericho like only I can. And now we look forward, the year restarts as WrestleMania is in the books and I have managed to keep hold of my rematch and I do not plan on letting that go so easily, regardless of who decides to challenge me for it, let WrestleMania be a lesson to you. Instead, the EBWF is switching it up for next week and we have stellar match after stellar match and where there is a stellar match planned, you know Solomon Crowe is always lurking, and next week my opponent…my opponent is…it’s…
Crowe couldn’t stop chuckling under his breath as he tried to mention the name of his opponent, he then started to burst out laughing as he slammed the table with his fist as he couldn’t control his laughter. He started to tear up and wiped his eyes as he tried to get himself together and after a moment of laughing, he finally managed to control his over exaggerated laughter and pulled himself together before straightening up his jacket and his slicked back hair and speaking.
SOLOMON CROWE
My opponent next week at Warfare, is the one and only Edge. The man of many talents, one of those talents is that he remains successful in playing a shadow, he disappears off the face of the earth and nobody, nobody even realises he has gone, poof, vanished for fays, for weeks, for months and then he crops up again like an unwelcomed zit. It just does not look good, it is not needed; just like you are not needed, Edge. But even though people go to extreme measures when it comes to making that zit disappear and usually I would have no problem in taking you out in an instant, but this company just seems to love me more and more every single week. The same extreme measures people take to remove them, I plan on using extreme measures to remove you, for some reason this company just loves it when we put each other through hell, and they have given us the permission to rip each other to shreds, well…I will actually do it Edge will just stand there and try to outsmart me but we all know that has never been his strong point. A Las Vegas street fight, an invitation from the EBWF to Solomon Crowe to finish Edge and whatever he has left of his less than part-time in-ring career. As far as I am aware, Edge is a liked man by the locker room, and I, myself have no problem with Edge either, but if the EBWF are giving me permission, how can I say no? I mean somebody has to do it, it may as well be the next World Champion, the man who will run this place in whatever way he wants and he will start by asserting his dominance on Edge.
He shuffled in his seat as he made it clear he had a lot to say, and was looking forward to taking on another legend in the form of Edge, and a street fight was the icing on the cake.
SOLOMON CROWE
A Las Vegas street fight…it’s like the booker or Wes himself knew my birthday parties were upsetting so now he spoiling me because this is the greatest post-WrestleMania gift anyoje could have asked for, thank you! I appreciate it! This…is a fight that will start in the ring and who knows where it may finish? I may leave you a heap amongst the Las Vegas crowd, I may leave you on the ramp with broken bones so the cameras can focus on you better. I might give Jerry Lawler something useful to do for once in his life and leave you on the announcing desk so Lawler can talk about it fifteen minutes after the match is over. I might drag your body by your hair backstage and leave you there and we can see the idiotic Michael Cole approach you and ask you “Edge, how are you feeling right now after Solomon Crowe just taught you a lesson inside of the ring and all over the arena?”, well Michael, Edge cannot answer that because he will not be breathing you stupid son of a bitch! I can throw your lifeless body inside of Mr. Ikeda’s office, I can leave you under John Cena’s bus, I might leave you on the street outside and be a good sport for once and let the fans take pictures of you, I might even leave you on the roof and we will see you in another five months once you work your way down your building after regaining consciousness. This match…favours me. A match likes, the steel cages, the ladder matches, the barbed wire, the switchblades, the thumbtacks, the steel chairs, the flaming tables, the glass, the street fights; these all favour sadistic bastards like me because there only a select few of us who actually go past the limit of insanity and push ourselves further than anyone else, because we are not afraid. When you step out on to that ramp people like you already have an idea of how you want the match to go down, you THINK you have it all figured out but the reality is you make yourself and those around you believe that. People like me, we have no idea what we are capable, we go out there and we use everything we see, we enter a state where we forget who we are and only when we hear the sound of a bell and wipe away the blood from our eyes we realise who we are and what we are doing; everything can be an object and on Monday you will see why this match favours me, and you can gain nothing but another extended vacation out of it. You have absolutely no idea what you are letting yourself in for, I know you have had your moments in history but none of that matters now, what matters is how you plan on escaping the arena as quick as possible.
Crowe sat back and started to think to himself for a short while, then started to laugh as he thought of all the merciless ways he could punish Edge, someone the fans love so he could be hated even more than he already is.
SOLOMON CROWE
So many options! It just gets more and more difficult to choose where to start. I guess we have to ‘wrestle’ inside of the ring to kick things off but that will probably not last long, because I plan on grabbing the ring bell and smashing it over your head numerous times that the sound will not leave your mind for a very long time. I plan on grabbing the kendo sticks, and swinging them over your back repeatedly and leaving huge, red marks on your back that will refuse to go away and you will not be able to sleep on your back at night and every time you try, you will remember me hitting the back with the kendo stick over and over and over again. I am going to drive your head through that announcer’s desk and then bring over three steel chairs, two will go on your ankles and I will kindly put your neck inside one and one by one I will stamp down on them and laugh as you wriggle in pain and if I am lucky maybe even cough up some blood to let me know I am doing a mighty fine job. Then I’ll pick you up, over my head and take you over to the barricades and drop you on your damn neck and smash it into even smaller pieces. I am ready to put my body on the line, I can smash you through screens and dive through with you, through cars, through the production trucks, nothing is off limit for me because even if I have two broken arms I will be back next week causing the same pain because there is simply no getting rid of Solomon Crowe whether you like it or not.
Crowe moved a little closer to the camera, almost as if he wanted to whisper something Edge and started smirking into the camera before talking a little quieter.
SOLOMON CROWE
Edge, life is never the same once you step into a ring with Solomon Crowe, trust me I still scare myself sometimes. It is like being sucked in by a tornado, I caused an impact when I arrived and everybody wanted a piece of Solomon Crowe, so I lure them in, and they…YOU are all stupid enough to fall for it and as I suck you in, I play all of the games I want with you, I do what I want with you and then when I am done and I have got what I want, I spit you back out and you are never the same person you were when you entered. I know certain people do not like it when I say it so I will speak a little quieter for you so listen closely, I suggest you take my advice, and you talk to John Cena.
Crowe moved ever closer to the camera, and started to speak in an even quieter voice, as if he was giving direct advice to Edge but obviously the fans visiting it online could see and hear it all.
SOLOMON CROWE
John Cena fell for it all too, I won a battle royal to become the number one contender and everybody opened their eyes, just who is Solomon Crowe? And of course, John Cena wanted a piece of the action and he stepped foot inside the ring, that is not what HE wanted, that is what I wanted and I got it, I suckered him in and I chewed him up and I spat him back out to irrelevance and took his World Championship title along with it, and look what happened to him. Like you Edge, he too disappeared for months and nobody could find him, I started that, the events that followed all came to fruition because of me. Or, if you can find the drunk bastard go and find Dean Ambrose, the lunatic fringe if what you all so lovingly call him…to me he is simply a maniac, a psychopath, an oddball but that is not the point, my point is Dean Ambrose, was on top of the world because he was the Path to Glory Champion, and he wanted to challenge his old chum to a match where he knew bones would be broken, he thought he wanted it, he didn’t. I wanted it, and just like Cena I suckered him in, chewed him up and spat him back out and he lost the final few brain cells he had left. Ask him if it was all worth it and if you want to talk to a so-called legend, then go to Dwayne Johnson because he was adamant that he wanted to take down the Solomon Crowe empire and just like the others I brought him when he thought he was at an advantage and I left him looking like an average man on the street and in an instant I can do just the same to you, Edge. I WILL do the same to you. You are a man living on the name you have made, one that Randy Orton has built for you and you are walking into this match thinking you intimidate me, because you don’t. Nobody intimidates me, least of all somebody who means so little, but on Monday I will make you famous than you have ever been. From Monday, nobody will mention you as Edge the World Champion, Edge the legend, The Rated R Superstar, the Tag Team Champion…all you will be remembered as is Edge, the weasel Solomon Crowe made an example of, nothing more, nothing less.
Crowe then moved back into his chair and laughed to himself, putting his legs back up on the table and humming to himself and it was clear he was humming Metalingus, Edge’s theme music before stopping and talking once more.
SOLOMON CROWE
We all have our weak points Edge, we all have that area we love to target and wear each other down, now my guess is your neck is your weakness, it is not as stable as it once was, whereas I still have not point my weak point, nobody has found it and nobody can capitalise, it is what puts me at an advantage every single time I am inside the ring, because I am a mystery, an enigma, nobody knows me, what I do or how to work me out. So I can tell you right now, you need to keep that neck of yours out of my reach, because once it is in my grasp I do not plan on letting it go until I have stomped on it repeatedly and snapping it into pieces. What people do not appreciate it, is that I am a giving person, I may be twisted and scheming and people might say downright disgusting, but I put my body on the line for their entertainment and my enjoyment and that means my opponents must suffer the same pain, so when I have your head in my hands and I am sat in the ring with my hand down your throat and the fans are booing and cheering and vomiting and leaving the arena and Ryback is singing “FINISH IT!” from the rooftops with a bucket of chicken wings in one hand and Wade Barrett’s testicles in the other – I WILL GLADLY OBLIGE YOU BIG GOOFBALL, YOU! - and I will reach down his throat and I will grab his spine and bring that spine back up and go to that locker room and give it to one lucky spineless son of a bitch backstage who needs it the most because Edge is never here and clearly has no use for it whatsoever!
Crowe calmed himself down as his face turned red as he didn’t even pause. He then sat back in his seat and took his legs off of the table and rubbed his fingers on his temples to calm himself down, he then looked into the camera and grew more paranoid as it was clear he had a lot more to say but couldn’t spit it out, he continued to grow more and more agitated but eventually gave up.
SOLOMON CROWE
Ah fuck it, I’m going to kill him anyway.
He then reached over towards the camera and turned it off as the video went to static, and Solomon Crowe let Edge know that this Las Vegas street fight was going to be the worst experience of his life, but one Crowe would enjoy greatly.