Something Wicked this Way COMES(invited)

[NeverFade]

About mid way through the show after the crimson cup but not yet the main events, March of the Dead plays as NeverFade makes their way out for Legends title match. He walks out infront on FF. Logan slowly walks to te ring hearing is that cheers mixed in with the normal boos... Once to the ring he slides in... Where FF climbs into the ring. Logan stands in the middle of the ring and he forces FF to stand at the far side of the ring. Some noise is heard as They wait for the tag team Champs to bring them the gold.

[MG Cage]

The Theme of MG Cage & Titan hits as they make their way out onstage, Tag team belts in tow. Cage wastes no time sliding into the ring, but Titan starts a slow saunter to the ring. Cage sees a flash behind Logan and False Face, but he wasn't aware that all hell was about to break loose.

[NeverFade]

No sooner then Cage sees this, Logan walks up the and pushes him hard. Cage doesn't move much but he's thoughts are now on the prick that stands before him.

Where as that flash of movement Cage seen... Now has a hold of FF leg and drops him down to the mat outside the ring. FF turns right around to feel the shot of cold hateful steel crash into his skull. Followed by a strong kick right to his nuts. FF falls to one knee, looks up at his attacker who already is sending a kick right to the side of his skull. FF blocks the foot but his head still bounce off the ring frame. This puts the man on the ground. He still is awake enough to know he is in danger.. He gets to his hands and knees. Soon he is greeted with a kick to the skull. This is all that is needed and FF falls flat to the ground.

Logan hears something and turns his eyes from Cage....

[Trivium]

The slow-speed would cost Titan in the end. Not because it was going to put Cage into a bad position; it was far worse than that. What he had waiting for him was instead, a familiar face. Or mask, as it were, from just a few, short weeks back. He had waited quietly just off in the side, down beside the operators, left in a stupor of confusion as to why a, what would appear to be, masked wrestling was doing with them. But, with Titan making his way, it became all too obvious. Climbing onto the ramp, Trivium lined himself up, and went barreling down like a shot from a gun behind the big man.

In quick time, Triv had caught up on Titan - and he was wasting no time. With the distance closed and the momentum he picked up, Triv jumped up, and came flying as he planted both his feet to the back of Titan's leg in a sharp low-dropkick. The momentum on his side created quite the impact, and was sure to topple even the angriest, meanest giant. As soon as his feet hit and his body touched the ramp, Trivium rolled out of the way and quickly hopped up, preparing to follow up his impact-maker.

[ssik]

As Trivium rolled over, another man was making his presence known. He hopped over the guardrail on the opposite side of the now-downed Titan, and delivered a kick to the side of his face that left him downed. He looked at Trivium and they both nodded, before starting to stomp the big man for a moment. Looking back at Kult, sSik walks over and slides into the ring, looking at the event that just happened there.

[MG Cage]

Cage wasn't aware of the assault on his brother, but seeing the chaos around him provided the perfect opportunity to strike. He kicked Logan Legend in the stomach, and then moved to behind him, grabbed his arm, and forced him forward, fact first. Perfect Stroke executed, but his celebration was short lived as he suddenly became surrounded.

[Kult Remorse]

For you see, Cage, now had two people in the ring to his one. And one had in his hands a dented metal chair, with crimson on it. The man who had taking FF out a mere minute ago was now in the ring. And he looked as if he were wanting to bring more pain to others. Cage was either going to get attacked from behide or take a chair to the skull. The unknown chair man, was about to make Cage's choice very easy when....

[Trivium]

Just to make sure the job was done, after the brutal strikes, Trivium grabbed Titan by the head, pulling him upright into a sitting position, before making sure his face met with the solid part of his kickpad, volleying Titan square in the face and leaving him floored once more. They called the Pay-Per-View 'Aggression' for a reason. He turned and ran up to the ring, hopping onto the apron and grabbing the rope, grabbing his balance as the three had Cage surrounded. He watched as Kult closed in, wielding his chair and preparing to strike - but to no avail. Before he could take his swing, Triv had hopped the ropes and moved in quick, covering the chair with an arm and holding it back, keeping it from swinging to hit Cage. Free hand rising, he waggled his finger and shook his head.

[MG Cage]

At this point Cage was utterly confused. He gave up on trying to make sense of the situation, and instead nodded at the man who had just saved him before sliding out of the ring. It was then that he finally noticed Titan laid out on the ramp, and rushed over to him. Titan was big as fuck, but Cage was able to pick him up and help him make his way backstage.

[Kult Remorse]

Kult, looks at Triv, for a moment before he hears Logan starting to sture. Kult, points to sSik and Triv to get behide Logan. Kult then unfolds his chair and sits down. He stares at Logan as he starts to get up. Triv and sSik place one hand on each of logans shoulders. Kult, then pulls a mic from his pocket.

Look, what we have here.. A so called legend. A person who doesn't understand his place in this world. Look at this week little shit, is trying to beg for his life. His life like it's something he owns. He is so weak, I. I just can't hit him. He is just to sad... So Triv... sSik. Let him up... I won't strike him....

Kult, stands and turns his bak to Logan as Logan stands thinking he is free from a beatdown..

[Trivium]

He lets go of Logan and steps back, looking the man as he steps to Logan's side, slowly looking him over - despite his eyes being hidden, the feeling of it was clear; it was a daunting, haunting glare, not just a simple stare down. Triv gave it a moment or two - he wanted to let this ring out if he could, let it draw and make an example of Logan as he stood staring on. All before a leg came swinging up, clashing with his abdomen. A second kick followed, this time to the back of the leg, a third to the chest of the man as he stood doubled, forcing him bolt upright. One more to complete the circuit - a fierce roundhouse kick, square on the face, leaving Logan to stumble and fall.

Stepping back once more, Trivium went onto his haunches, leaving Logan to the mercy of sSik who - quite frankly, anyone could tell would have no mercy for him. This wasn't about tag-team power, or abilities, it was about who would feel the effects of the group - and it would seem they had made up their minds; whoever they damn well felt.

[ssik]

The other man in the ring stares at the fallen "self proclaimed" legend for a minute. The anger of this group of men was going to start with this man tonight, and end with everyone else. The man suddenly drops to his belly, looking the now downed man in his eyes. He crawled over to him, before picking him up and speaking in a voice only those close to the PA system would be able to hear:

Bugün öldüğüm güne, kötü ruh ..
Today is the day you die, poor soul.

He grabs a fistful of hair and picks up the mans head, before dragging him over to the ring ropes and putting it on top of the second rope. The man then steps outside onto the apron, and with full force, sends a running kick to the mans head. His eyes glazed over once again, and the man walks over to his fallen body.

Cehennemin 9 daire için gidin.
To the 9th circle of hell you go.

He then grabbed the mans head and forcefully pulled it to the outside of the ring. The crowd booed as he walked over to one of the barricades, and then looked at the first row. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and without warning he turned around and ran full speed to the man. He raised his leg once again, and send another big boot boot to the mans head, most likely K.O.'ing him.

[Kult Remorse]

Kult simply walks over to the now broken man called Logan. He stands over him before straightening him out. Placeing his hands over his chest, Kult bends down, and places something on Logan. In the same motion he puts what seems to be a can of spray paint from his pocket and draws a outline around the body of Logan. Kult steps back and smiles at his work. Then walks back to the ring. Stands there with his attackers and draws the mic to his mouth.

THis is NOT more then an awakening here. We are here for a reason that will remain our own. We are Kult of Remorse.... And we will attack whoever we please. Whenever we please... No one is save... For once we choose you... You'll be left flat out like a KoRpse... If there is a problem with that... I have a four letter word for you...... Your DEAD... Already....
with that he drops the mic, and makes his way out through the crowd.