Extreme Vengeance (Graves, AJ Pain)

[DARKSIDE]

A commotion is heard out at ringside and the cameras rush to follow up on the action.

Nightmare is seen storming out onto the stage, shouting at Leon Graves while pointing toward the ring. Nightmare has Angel by her right arm and is pulling her along behind him in a rough and abusive manner. When the giant reaches ringside, he orders Leon Graves to enter the ring and shoves Angel by the back of her head, causing her to hit the apron and roll into the ring under the bottom rope. She stands up slowly, holding the back of her head as Nightmare climbs into the ring by stepping over the top rope. Angel scurries to get a mic for her master. She runs over and hands it out to him. Nightmare angrily swipes the mic out of Angel's hand....

PAIN.

You call yourself...."PAIN". You don't know the true meaning of "pain", you little pig! This is NOT OVER![/b]

The crowd erupts, chanting "You Tapped Out! You Tapped Out!".

I DID NOT!![/b]

Nightmare paces in the ring, visibly angered.

**roars**If anything....we lost because...of....YOU![/b] **points at Leon***

Nightmare stomps up to Leon and grabs him by the back of his neck....

Why didn't you do your part, Mr. Graves? You and Angel had plenty of time to kick Pain's head off and break that hold he had me in. You don't follow orders very well, do you? When I was waving my hand, trying to get your fucking attention, the ref thought I was tapping out and called for the bell! We lost because YOU failed ME![/b]

Angel approaches, pleading for Nightmare to let go of Leon. Nightmare flinches at Angel with a twisted glare in his eye. It is enough to make Angel back away.

Now....as with everyone who gets that one lucky win over insurmountable odds...I am sure Mr. Pain will be out here any moment to brag and gloat and make all of us want to cover this ring in vomit. Before he shows his face, I have something in mind.

You, Mr. Graves....need to be taught another lesson. A lesson in REVENGE! I want you to call AJ Pain out here and challenge him to an Extreme Rules Tornado Tag match. I don't care who he finds for a partner....but you...will have ME fighting at your side. Someone has to make sure you don't screw this up again!

This is not just about punishment. It is about redemption....and blood-soaked vengeance! Vengeance...that will be OURS![/b]

[AJ Pain]

A few seconds later the music hits as he comes walking out, and down to the ring.
He's not smiling, or gloating, or doing anything abrasive. He's just walking head up, straight to the ring with his eyes locked on Graves.
As he gets to the ring, he holds out a hand, to which a ring hand rush's to give him a mic before he gets onto the apron.

Nightmare, you can make any excuse you want for why you tapped out. I don't care about you, or your excuses. I care about him

He points at Graves standing with Angel

..and his desire to make a name for himself off a legacy I built in this country. A legacy of pain, of blood, of weapon usage never seen before. I built a whole new world for guys who couldn't hold a torch to those technical masters who held the titles. I gave the nobodies, something to do, someone to look up to, someone to idolize and build themselves up to be like.

Obviously, I did a damn good job seeing the number of guys still around who are cut from the same fabric as me. They are few, and far between. Here we have one though. A blood thirsty savage, someone who is just like me in most aspects. Most, but not all. See, I can wrestle, and I am a damn good wrestler. I've beaten the best all over the world, but I never lost my roots. I never strayed from that which I am. I took beatings, I bled nonstop around the world. I used enough weapons to cover the next 3 world wars combined. I've gone through more tables then I can remember, and put people through even more then that. Along the way, I just happened to master a few wrestling techniques. I figure, if I'm going to inflict pain on those I oppose, I might as well see them squirm, and squeal as I lock them in various submissions.

I'm the complete package, and no company has capitalized on that, but I don't care about titles. I care about the pain,and suffering of anyone that makes what I do, look bad. Which is why, Graves, you can't just walk in, and take my legacy, and tarnish it with your inability to take those same steps I took. You won't last. Especially if I have anything to do with it. So, partner or not, I'll take you guys on in an extreme rules match. I just don't think it'll take long for someone else who has problems with you guys, to come out and volunteer for the spot. If nobody does, I know just the man to take it with me. Someone, more your size Nightmare. Someone who knows allll about you, and the suffering of victim after victim he's claimed.

The crowd begin a shouting out random names who they suspect he's talking about.

[Alexander Kyros]

Leon Graves, slides out of the ring gets a mic. Then slides back in. Placing mic to lips..

"Lets start this off right... AJ. I respect you or atleast I use to. You use to be a hero of mine. You use to be someone I looked into becoming...

See, that all changed. As you aged you changed. Now you can deny it, but its true... You are no longer the uncrowd king of hardcore... or hardgore.... You are simply a man who is living on the fumes of the past.. You style has died. A new one has come in. A new leaner style of hardcore... the kind you find in your nightmares... I am leading it.. I am the new horror... Leon Graves... I am the next step in evolution. In this fight we are about to have you will see my skills.

We will lock horns and see how the year have made you weak..."

He lowers him mic and waits for the
reponce he knows is coming.

[DARKSIDE]

Yes, Mr. Pain. You seem a little.... outmatched right now. You see, Mr. Graves and I are already here. You are here.

The question is...where is this other insect you spoke of? The one who would blindly join you in your collective demise? You surely cannot survive a 2 on 1 contest with the two of us. Not even YOU are that reckless. If this is to be your final evening above ground...then you need to convince somebody...ANYBODY back there in that locker room to help you even your odds. There is simply no sport in tearing a mortal limb from limb without giving them a fighting chance...and that tiny glimmer of hope that they might actually escape us with their soul intact. It makes their cries for mercy all that much more comical! Heh heh heh...

So, "Pain". Where is he? Perhaps this man you hold in such high regard has seen what he would be up against and thought better of coming out here after all.

If you cannot recruit someone to your cause before our match takes place, then you are most certainly walking that aisle for the very last time. You will not leave the ring under your own power. You will not survive our wrath. When your partner leaves you hanging, your walk to the ring will be as if you are headed toward the proverbial gallows...to be hung by the neck until DEAD!

I don't like your chances, little piggy![/b]