Post by Ben Chrenshaw on Dec 23, 2018 10:33:53 GMT -5
The scene opens to Ben Chrenshaw. He stands alone in the Darkness of a thunderstorm. The wind whips around his violently but he doesnt seem to care.
Chrenshaw had been doing this same old song and dance for quite a while. He couldn't remember the last time he had not been defined by him stepping through the ropes to face an opppnet.
He was a warrior and all that his like was good for was a fight.
His destiny had been fulfilled and now he stood at a cross road.
What would the Crippler do next?
Even he didn't know.
Maybe that was the nature of the best. Every beginning had to come from so end.
He smirked as the rain beat down on him.
It was a fitting end. Two of the mans greatest rivals would stand opposite of him and they would find out who really held the power of Gods.
He had always felt like a giant among men as when he was a part of Lions Road. He had been fighting for three long years. A pang of sorrow shot through him as he realized that this would the last time he stepped into a ring against Julian Cutlass or James Edwards.
He had never defeated either of them in singles competition. A fact that would normally fill him with rage. He was surprised to find that he felt peace in the idea. They to where giants and a loss to them was a victory in survival.
Persevere had always been a strong suite of the Crippler. He had always been content to wait for him moment.
This was his last battle to be fought among some of the most amazing superstars that ever graced a wrestling ring. A Lion fighting for his pride.
Another Chrenshaw smirk.
Pride had been his downfall in most situations. When ever he flew to high he had been knocked down to the ground and he licked his wounds. Chrenshaw like a phoenix had always arisen and flown higher than he ever had before. He had been breaking the glass ceiling that had held back so many people for a very long time.
Ben Chrenshaw was no dog to roll over when he had been kicked.
He would bare his teeth and fight back twice as hard.
This was a moment that would live forever in the history. Four of the greatest members of the Lions road roster where going to clash in an epic battle. They where going to turn an ice cold canvas into a fire storm.
There would be three Grandslammers and the longest reigning King of lions in history all in one ring. Star studded didn't even begin to describe their upcoming clash. There was more championship gold between the four of them than a whole roster combined. They all stood as men who claimed victory no matter the circumstances. They had all clawed and scraped to be the very best in the business. They had spent countless hours training. Striving to be better than the last time they had a contest. Each brought out the very best in the others.
The Cutlass verses Chrenshaw saga started for the Iron title. The same could be said for James Edwards. Even Alexander Irvine and He had battles that would ring through history. These men knew each other better than they knew them selves.
It was a Battle that would shake the very foundations of the crumbling Lions Road.
Victory wasn't even on his mind. He was shaking with anticipation.
This was a moment that would be talked about for a very long time.
The return of the Burning Hart and the Blazin King. Standing against Former Tag Team champions in the reformed WALL.
All four had been dominate and who ever came out of this clash as a winner would indeed be remembered as Gods of the ring.
Thunder boomed from some where in the dark night.
A final Chrenshaw smirk.
He knew that there was only one way to find his victory.
"I had better be ready to ride the lightning."
The smirk didn't go away as a bright blue streak of lightning shot to the ground lighting up the area like noon.
The scene fades.
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Chrenshaw had been doing this same old song and dance for quite a while. He couldn't remember the last time he had not been defined by him stepping through the ropes to face an opppnet.
He was a warrior and all that his like was good for was a fight.
His destiny had been fulfilled and now he stood at a cross road.
What would the Crippler do next?
Even he didn't know.
Maybe that was the nature of the best. Every beginning had to come from so end.
He smirked as the rain beat down on him.
It was a fitting end. Two of the mans greatest rivals would stand opposite of him and they would find out who really held the power of Gods.
He had always felt like a giant among men as when he was a part of Lions Road. He had been fighting for three long years. A pang of sorrow shot through him as he realized that this would the last time he stepped into a ring against Julian Cutlass or James Edwards.
He had never defeated either of them in singles competition. A fact that would normally fill him with rage. He was surprised to find that he felt peace in the idea. They to where giants and a loss to them was a victory in survival.
Persevere had always been a strong suite of the Crippler. He had always been content to wait for him moment.
This was his last battle to be fought among some of the most amazing superstars that ever graced a wrestling ring. A Lion fighting for his pride.
Another Chrenshaw smirk.
Pride had been his downfall in most situations. When ever he flew to high he had been knocked down to the ground and he licked his wounds. Chrenshaw like a phoenix had always arisen and flown higher than he ever had before. He had been breaking the glass ceiling that had held back so many people for a very long time.
Ben Chrenshaw was no dog to roll over when he had been kicked.
He would bare his teeth and fight back twice as hard.
This was a moment that would live forever in the history. Four of the greatest members of the Lions road roster where going to clash in an epic battle. They where going to turn an ice cold canvas into a fire storm.
There would be three Grandslammers and the longest reigning King of lions in history all in one ring. Star studded didn't even begin to describe their upcoming clash. There was more championship gold between the four of them than a whole roster combined. They all stood as men who claimed victory no matter the circumstances. They had all clawed and scraped to be the very best in the business. They had spent countless hours training. Striving to be better than the last time they had a contest. Each brought out the very best in the others.
The Cutlass verses Chrenshaw saga started for the Iron title. The same could be said for James Edwards. Even Alexander Irvine and He had battles that would ring through history. These men knew each other better than they knew them selves.
It was a Battle that would shake the very foundations of the crumbling Lions Road.
Victory wasn't even on his mind. He was shaking with anticipation.
This was a moment that would be talked about for a very long time.
The return of the Burning Hart and the Blazin King. Standing against Former Tag Team champions in the reformed WALL.
All four had been dominate and who ever came out of this clash as a winner would indeed be remembered as Gods of the ring.
Thunder boomed from some where in the dark night.
A final Chrenshaw smirk.
He knew that there was only one way to find his victory.
"I had better be ready to ride the lightning."
The smirk didn't go away as a bright blue streak of lightning shot to the ground lighting up the area like noon.
The scene fades.
"