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| Kage | May 6 2016, 09:35 AM Post #1 |
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The Incomparable
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The Youth Tour Bus Tuesday, May 3rd, 1:54AM The lights kept flashing in the small window next to Chris Kage’s head as he laid in his bunk. This trip home felt longer than usual, they had left DC a few short hours ago, and the mood on the bus mimmicked that of a post burial gathering. No one had said much, there was a general feeling of failure draped over the large Provost 2000 tour bus. Failure wasn't something this group had faced since their resurrection in the EWA in January. It was a taste that was not easily washed down with Kentucky's finest, although Chris sure had tried. Each man had a different way of dealing with it. Chris could hear Alex and Martin watching tape, more than likely going over the released fan footage from Fight Night of his match with Laura Seton. Such bullshit, now any prepubescent hack with a camera phone could put their own spin on that bullshit match. Chris thought about getting up and joining them, but he needed to be alone right now… Sure, from the outside it seemed like there should be a silver lining to this night, Chris had recaptured his World Heavyweight Championship after all, and he had done so in convincing fashion. But personal accolades seemed to fall to the back seat, as the Draven brother's celebrated retaking the EWA at The Youth's expense. Excuse after excuse presented itself, trying to explain why they had come up short. There was no excuse though...it was clean. Fuck. After fifteen years of waiting Alex and Chris had essentially thought of everything when they planned out their return to the wrestling world. The group they had assembled was the best this business had ever seen. They had captured nearly all the major singles titles and had complete control of EWA when they left Mexico nearly a month ago. The Draven's had been slain and the world was theirs to rule. What happened? Had their over confidence finally caught up with them? Normally this was a notion Chris played off as bullshit, because in his mind no one was better, so why not believe it, why not live it. But the truth is, something had happened at the Verizon Center. He felt it when the ref’s hand hit the mat for the third time and Goeren rose up over him, he felt it when Grady drove Alex into the mat and ended the Duane Gates era in the EWA. Everyone felt it. They lost. Even Chris’s greatest student, his most loyal warrior, Tyler Morris, had suffered his most agonizing defeat in the EWA. Tyler had lost his Tapout Championship to X-Calibur while also having his arm broken at Battlelines X. Their arrow was pointing down… Their arrow never pointed down. Something needed to change, it was time to evolve. Evolve or die they always say. The Youth was not going to die, not yet. While their loss to the Draven's and his team of shitbags had cast a giant shadow over the landscape of The Youth’s dominance. There was a small light poking through the cloke of darkness…opportunity. At Battlelines XII, Alex and Chris would have an opportunity to capture the EWA Tag Team Championships. As much as the idea of more gold motivated Chris, the idea of taking the straps off of Azrael Goeren and X-Calibur motivated him even more. These two men had become a thorn in his side since his return to the EWA over seven months ago. X in the beginning, with his fraudulent rants about his supporters and sticking his nose in Chris’s business. And more recently, Goeren, who just hours ago had picked up a pinfall over him at the Verizon Center. The Hierarchy was under the impression they still mattered in the EWA. Chris and Alex were going to correct this assumption, they were going to end The Hierarchy for good, put the old dog out of its misery. Battlelines XII, while at its forefront appeared to be nothing more than your average EWA Network show. It wasn't. For Chris, for Alex, for the entire Youth, it would be an affirmation that their evolution had taken another turn. That no matter who it was holding the lariat in the EWA, whether it was Duane Gates, Michael Draven, Erik Draven, or even Stacy Vandervort, it just didn't matter. The Youth was going to remain where they had from the beginning, at the top of the wrestling world. Martin and Tyler would see for themselves, the EWA warriors would see for themselves, the world...would see for themselves. The Youth wasn't going anywhere. If anything, their resolve had only been strengthened. Their direction had only become more clear. Just when you thought you could write them off... Their grip got tighter. Time to sleep. Edited by Kage, May 6 2016, 09:38 AM.
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