|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 11:40 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 10:01 pm
|
|
|
|
BREAK!Caught out alone, and I'm tryin to be free. Caught up in things that are inside of me. Lookin for something that I cannot see. Losing my faith but I'm tryin to believe. THE WORLD IS AFTER ME! King: "What is this?! We weren't expecting Cyrus out here tonight! Oh well. here comes the Money!"J.R: "I couldn't tell ya King, Maybe we'll find out in the next few minutes."It certainly wasn't Salem who stepped out on stage, instead it was the man of Dreams, Cyrus Everblaze. Only 24 hours ago, Cyrus was partnered up with Miranda in a Tag Team triple threat, yet another lost opportunity The Dream had to finally win the tag team championship. Cyrus wasted no time as he walked down the ramp.Losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith. Tryin to be free.. THE WORLD IS AFTER ME!Cyrus stared up at GQ when he made it down to the ring, his face shrouded by his hood. He turned the corner and walked over to the announce table, it seemed tonight he was just here to provide some commentary. Fans chanted his name as he pulled his hood back and put on the headset. "Cyrus! Cyrus! Cyrus!" He set the Money in the Bank down on the table and sat down.THE WHOLE WORLD IS AF-TER.. MEEEEEEE!J.R.: "Good evening to you Cyrus. What brings you out here?"King: "I can assume after that loss last night you must be out here just to watch the show.""You know King a good friend of mine once told me there's nothing wrong with just sitting and enjoying the show. But no, I'm out here for a reason."J.R.: "It wouldn't happen to be about when you might be cashing in that contract, would it?""Frankly that's none of your damn business J.R., but no, I have something I'd like to take care of before I take my fight to the champion."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 4:34 pm
|
|
|
|
After the appearances of GQ and Cyrus, the crowd sizzled with anticipation for the other half of the night's opening match. As if on cue, the lights would suddenly dim around the arena, dropping at the laser-like riff that tore through the speakers, lights and smoke pulsing in time with the drum beat to illuminate a hooded figure standing on the stage, silhouette shadowed and shaded by the contrast of haze and strobe. Above the man's head on the Titantron blazed the name SALEM CROFT, accompanied by a video packages detailing various points of his career, from his scraps with Cyrus and Cartwright to winning Money in the Bank. On the rise of the beat, Salem would lift his chin and throw his head back, shouting a battle cry as he stepped into the reignited house lights and pulled his zippered hoodie open to reveal the white-on-black Superman logo of the shirt underneath to a pop from the crowd.
JR: "Here he is, King! Back in action, tonight, and the crowd is on their feet!"
King: "Ugh! More like inaction! I swear, JR, you couldn't pick a winner if the ribbon was already pinned to them!"
JR: "I'm just saying, King, some people were happy to see him come back at Halloween Havoc. Maybe you've been happy once or twice?"
King: "Yeah! Like when Trump won the election! You must be a Bernie supporter, King, that's why you like these LOSERS! Not in my America!"
JR: "And here I thought we could keep the politics out this evening."
King: "You take the high road all you want, JR! Ask Hillary where it got 'er!"
Starting on down the ramp, Salem unzipped his hoodie and swung it off, revealing the sleeveless Superman tee beneath to go with his boot-cut grey denim jeans. Slapping hands with fans along the ramp and ringside, Salem made his way around the squared circle, stopping at the announcer's table to eye the current Mr. Money in the Bank, his former 'mentor', Cyrus, who had made himself comfortable at the booth. Smirking a little, Salem nodded and pointed back up to the Titantron, perhaps referencing the sight of him putting the pain on Cyrus in the video package or holding the MITB briefcase, himself.
King: "Did he say something, JR?! I'm not used to him talking without a microphone!"
JR: "Why don't you try talking without a microphone one of these shows, King?"
Making his way up the ring stairs, Salem pounded his black leather combat boots into the diamond pattern steel, stepping onto the canvas to run up to the ropes facing the hard camera and lean over it, shouting to the fans who responded in kind. Testing the flexibility of the cables as his music faded out, Salem turned to face GQ for the first time in a one-on-one situation, stepping towards the center logo to offer a friendly fist bump before the bell rang.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:15 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:24 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:29 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:33 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:39 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:45 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:52 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 5:57 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 6:03 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 6:09 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 6:14 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|