Welcome to the second edition of the BCW saga. I won�t bore you with ramblings whatnot. I just simply wanted to say thanks. Thanks for taking a chance and spending 8 bucks on the things in my head. I hope you are enjoying the BCW thus far, it�s been fun for me too. I won�t waste any more time getting to the good stuff.
JUNE, 2119
The galaxy is still in chaos. The Economic depression is ripping through the cosmos like a plague as the galactic council tries to curb the bleeding. Unemployment, poverty, rioting are all on the rise, as citizens begin to feel the crunch. Escapism has become a big part of everyday life. Attendance at sporting events has slowly begun to rise, although ticket prices have begun to drop, and in some cases, tickets are given away free to fill the arenas.
On Neptune, the trend hasn�t gone unnoticed. Cannibal, owner and Commissioner of the BCW has been going to great lengths to get attendance up at his shows. Seeing the depression as an opportunity rather than a hindrance, Cannibal has been quoted as saying: �This can�t last forever, and once it�s over, if...IF we�ve survived it, then hopefully everyone we�ve given tickets to, all these children we�ve given hundreds of autographs to, all these people we�ve made a personal connection with, will remember us.� It�s that personal connection Cannibal is banking his whole future on.
Sticking to the smaller arenas, in rural galaxies often ignored by bigger promotions, Cannibal�s BCW has found a niche. The BCW isn�t a blow out success, but neither is it floundering, but it has surpassed his expectations of this first year. Now, six months into it�s relaunch, the BCW is experiencing it�s first boom period. Most of the students at the Slaugherhouse are learning at a much quicker rate than either Cannibal or the Slaughterhouse trainers could have imagined. Even Cannibal�s own twin sons are nearing their professional debuts. The future is looking good.
CPC ENFORCER TELLS COLBY TO �SHOVE IT�
In a strange series of events, the CPC Enforcer has broken ties with both Magnus Colby and the CPC organization. Months of built up frustration and neglect exploded in a BCW ring this past weekend, as the Enforcer again was victorious, pinning Reaver. After the match, the Enforcer took his frustrations out on Reaver before getting on the mic and verbally bashed Magnus and his lack of following though on �his part of the deal.� Turns out he hadn�t contacted his Enforcer since his first night in the promotion. The CPC Enforcer then ripped the mask off revealing a dark haired man with a crazed, shaking look in his eyes. �MAGNUS! Don�t call. Don�t write. Don�t send your goons. You are not wanted here. Take a good look and listen good. I QUIT!� With that, the former enforcer tossed the mask into the crowd before rolling out of the ring and walking to the back as the crowd went insane.
THE MASTER ARRIVES
The mysterious man known only as �the Master� made his BCW debut in a big way. Ashe and Minion, collectively known as the Necronomicon, had suffered yet another loss in their quest to win the BCW tag team titles. After the match, the lights went out. Ominous organ grinder like music began to fill the arena. A purple haze rolled out from behind the "Gorilla Position" curtain as it parted. A robed figure began to slowly walk to the ring, with Funboy right behind him, giggling like a madman. Minion and Ashe looked both shocked and afraid as they cowered in the ring. The figure entered and called for both members of Necronomicon to come before him. The two men slowly knelt before the stranger. He removed his robe to reveal a tattooed, hulking freak. He lifted the mic to his mouth as Funboy was pointing and almost rolling on the floor in laughter, and the figure began to speak. "Who is your Master?" he said in a voice that sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. "You are my lord." both men replied, cowering on the floor. Again the figure spoke: "Who trained you to wrestle?" "You did my lord." both stated. "Did I train you poorly?" said the Master. Again, both men spoke: "No, my lord." With that said, the apparent "Master" grabbed Ashe by the hair, wrenching his head to the side, kicked the kneeling Minion square in the face. Minion slumped to the mat. Then the Master hit Ashe with what has become to be known as the DAY OF RECKONING, an inverted neckbreaker. Ashe bounced so hard he flew out of the ring. The Master picked up the mic once again and spoke: �PATHETIC. Both of you.� With that, Funboy and the Master left the ring as Minion and Ashe slowly picked themselves up.
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