Descent
2 months ago SWN: Louisiana début show
...The crowd finally has enough, forcing their way through gaps in security and flooding the ring area looking to tear
Connor limb from limb. Wrestlers charge down the aisle to take control of the situation. The object of their rage slides out of the ring right on cue. He feels a tug as hes pulled into the river of wrestlers. They step aside to make room for him as hes dragged away from the danger.
Kara! DL Kroeger, the most experienced wrestler in the locker room calls out.
Ive got him, grab his shit and load the car. He needs to be at the hotel before the mob realises where hes gone.
I can pack my own bags, you know.
Kroeger doesnt break his strides towards the nearest exit.
You could, but in case you hadnt noticed, theres a riot going on and Id hate to see you get what you deserve. Kroeger lets the heavy sarcasm sink in and looks back and glares at Reese.
Youre not worth the paperwork the Kens would need to do.
And yet youre the general who rallied the boys so I could escape Kroeger doesnt bother answering, merely opening the door and holding it open for Reese and Kara who slides out in front of them making a beeline for Connors car.
Kroeger glances at his watch, frowns and floors Connor with a right hand. What the
fuck Reese! Apparently theres enough time for him to shout his frustrations before letting Connor leave. Internally, Connor smirks. Kroeger just set up what hed planned for anyway.
Youre arrogant and unprofessional enough to try and start a riot with a defenceless bystander! Do you have any idea how dangerous your little stunt was.
The internal smirk crosses over into Reeses feature.
I didnt think you were that naive, Kroeger. He rubs his chin, slowly standing up.
The way I see it, Ive just done you and the rest of the boys a favour.
A favour? If putting their bodies on the line to keep you safe from a drunk mob you intentionally riled to get that response is you helping us Id hate to see what youd count as hindering Kroegers clearly furious at Reeses stunt.
Typical. You see Kroeger, you just demonstrated why your generation will be surpassed by people like me. He checks his teeth, thankfully none missing.
Youve spent your entire career thinking and acting inside the conventional little box that defines your role in the business. Me? Im not limited by the conventions laid down by my inferiors.
Right Kroegers tone drips with contempt.
So tell me, Reese why we should be thanking you for this opportunity to get banned from this arena?
Because, next week youll see the size of your paycheque. Do you really think Id plan to start a riot without a reason? Please; I planted five people to record the chaos and upload the footage to youtube. From there it will be spread by social and traditional media. Alexander also agreed to call in a debt at TMZ to further spread the word of the riot. Itll get picked up by the sheets, because Im relevant enough that starting a riot counts as news. cant buy publicity like that. He pauses to let what hes said sink in.
Its when the line between truth and fiction becomes indistinct that real money can be made in this business, and thanks to you, it became more blurred. By assaulting me youve become part of the legend. He walks towards the car, though not without final parting words.
Youre welcome
He brushes past Kara on his way to the car, she drops the keys into his hand as he passes. The engine roars to life as he quickly flees the car park. Once hes most of the way to the safety of the hotel he activates his cell phone to make a call, which is quickly picked up.
Kara, we need to talk...
One week later Just after the main event of SWN: Louisianas second show
The Villain climbs the turnbuckle holding his newly won SWN: North American Championship belt over his head. The crowd his riot drew is on their feet, all united in their hate for their champion. He relishes in it. The feeling of power he had over the sea of marks is intoxicating, and he has power. Every seat sold because of his actions and decisions. Slowly though the people stop booing. From a small core of the audience a chant breaks out,. Not against him, but for the man who inadvertently made himself the hero of the federation.
It becomes unanimous, every man, woman and child chanting one thing.
Kroeger! KROEGER! KROEGER! Reese plays to the chants, trying to silence them as the volume increases.
The pop is deafening, The Hero emerges basking in the adoration of an enraptured crowd. Next week: Lafayette where The Hero will once again lay his hands on The Villain.
One week later: Shreveport
The bell rings and both men approach their nemesis. Cautiously Kroeger extends a hand which Reese takes, also extending his other, which Kroeger cagily takes. With the Greco-Roman knuckle lock engaged both men attempt to prove that they are the stronger, better man.
Deadlock, no matter. Changing his tactic Reese uses a foot to free one hand, twisting the other into a wristlock and then cravatte. He rolls through with a snapmere variant, rising quickly to plant a foot into the seated Kroegers face. That was satisfying, as he stomps on the veterans body more before the ref forces him to back off. He does, with some exaggerated exasperation. Kroger gets to his feet, but doesnt remain on them for long, Reese forces him to the mat with an armdrag, chained before he could react into a textbook armbar.
Close to 20 years experience and he cant keep up? It would be amusing if it wasnt so pathetic. Reese loosens the arm to mock his opponent. Messing with his hair, rather than cranking on the arm. Kroeger takes advantage to slip free and retreat for the relative safety of the ropes, pulling himself up. Intent on not allowing respite, Reese follows; perhaps too quickly as he finds himself being tossed over the top rope, though he lands on the apron.
Not for long though, Kroegers fist colliding with his jaw knocks him off. A plancha from the wiley Kroeger follows, driving him into the barely padded concrete and the air from his lungs. Kroeger fairs better, rising by the barricade. The sea behind him surging to life in support of their Hero. Reese is slow to get up, the refs count fast approaching ten. Kroeger shouts something, its swallowed by the crowds appreciation though they start a new chant
Fuck the count! FUCK THE COUNT! FUCK THE COUNT! The ref takes a look at them and complies.
Reese has finally got to his feet, Kroeger charges shouldertackling him back first into the ring apron. A whip across the small gap smashes his ribs into the barricade where fists and scratches from the nearby mob bombard him. This is his game then? Not try and wrestle in the ring but make it a fight outside it. Let his experience and ring knowledge be his weapons. Fine, he knows a thing or two about fighting like this. Not that its helping, his hair pulled forcing him away from the crowd before his face is slammed three times into the ring apron and thrown into the steps. Kroeger steps back, getting a runup for his followup.
Reese barely evades the low angle dropkick scrambling to his feet, and back into the ring... or not, Kroeger grabs his foot, hauling him back out. Reeses eyes widen as he hits the ground again, this time Kroegers perfect lariat the cause. The Johannesburg native doesnt give him a reprieve, bringing the still dazed Reese to his feet. European uppercut, Reese stays up, barely. Again, he staggers this time eyes glazed over. Kroeger gestures to the crowd
One more!? He yells. The crowd roars their approval, but the move never comes.
Reeses foot meets Kroegers shin before he gets the chance, too surprised to react in time, Reeses textbook complete shot combination is completed. Kroegers head bounces off the apron causing his nose to spout blood. Reese takes a moment to get his bearings and roll into the ring, begging the ref to start counting again. He does, though Krugers back into the ring by seven. Reese refuses to give him a chance to play his game again: punting him in the midsection and hitting a snap suplex, chained into a butterfly lock to set up the AES.
Damn the ropes, hes gotten a foot to them. He releases on two, hes got standards. This needs to end soon. Kroeger can and will change the game again, which could cost him the match. Kroeger rises at his own pace, Reese allowing him to approach the centre of the ring away from the ropes. However, Kroegers regained enough wits to take charge with a modified sitout powerslam, dropping him to the side, rather than between the legs. Kroeger ascends to the second rope, waiting for Reese to get back to his feet. He dives off in a perfect flying crossbody. Its not perfect enough to stop Reese rolling through with the momentum putting his challenger in a pinfall. The surprise is enough. Reese has won this battle at least. The war? Who knows, but these fans would pay again.
One Week Later: Baton Rouge
Kroeger stands in the ring, microphone in hand. He signals the packed crowd to quiet down so he can speak
Connor Reese, you won last week. I can not take that away from you. Well done. But we both know how close it was. We both know it could have gone the other way, and deep down that scares you because you didnt prove yourself better than me. You came here thinking you were better than everyone else. That your crap smells of roses because Alexander Stark got you a contract in the big leagues. But you arent and it doesnt. Reese, until youve beaten me I will be the asterisk associated with your paper championship reign. He waits a moment while the crowd roars its support.
So Reese, come out here and settle who the best man here is. Is it the handpicked, groomed for glory Next-Generation Superstar or The Once and Future King DL Kroeger? Or you can hide in your locker room thinking about how lucky you were last week. The crowd pops at the South Africans confidence and words.
Reese comes out to a chorus of boos, loudest hes gotten in the state yet.
Youre right Kroeger, I did beat you and it could have gone either way. But theres a problem with that. It didnt! You came close, but you werent good enough, therefore Im not going to grant you a rematch until you earn one. Loud doesnt begin to cover the boos now.
But, I can give you a chance to earn your match tonight. If you can beat my Number One contender, I will grant you a title match tonight. Do we have a deal Kroeger?
Sure, bring him out!
My number one contender, and your challenger is your old tag team partner Brent Madrox. Good luck. Reese drops his microphone and laughs.
The laugh doesnt last long. As soon as the bell rings, Madrox is doubled over by a boot to the midsection. The crowd winces and cheers as Kroeger hits the Johannesburg Neckbreaker for the three count. Kroeger gets his match after all. Suddenly Reese looks a lot less cocky
One day after Unscripted: SWN: Louisiana show in New Orleans before the show
A tired looking Connor Reese sits down opposite his opponent for the evening, as ever DL Kroeger.
Long weekend? Kroeger asks, taking a drink of water from a plastic bottle.
Isnt it always? Kroeger tilts his head to signal his agreement.
Ive got a question.
Ask away.
Why is it that here Im able to succeed when theres more than pride on the line, but in WZCW I choke.
Kroeger laughs.
Thats your dilemma? Im surprised you havent worked it out. Youre not the same in WZCW as you are here. Here you know who you are, theres no ambiguity. Youre the champion, the best ever to walk through the curtain and into the ring, who has no respect for anyone but himself and will start a riot to sell some tickets. Theres no pressure or struggle to be anything other than what you need to be to. In WZCW youve got to be that while conforming to what Stark wants the sponsors to see, what he wants as well as what you want to be and do. Youre fighting yourself with the masks you have to wear in WZCW and thats why you fail. Until you find a way to deal with that youll never succeed there like you do here.
Thanks Damon, for everything. we wouldnt be selling tickets like we are without you finding new ways to keep the matches fresh every week.
You would, no matter who youd be facing. I was just in the right place at the right time when I punched you in the face. Kroeger takes another drink.
So, our match tonight. It has to end here. Weve been up and down the state. Its time for a new programme for you, but I cant just drop it. Not after chasing you for so long. You need to end me.
You cant be serious! Connor says in pure disbelief.
I am not going to intentionally injure you!"
What was it you said the first time we met that its when the line between truth and fiction becomes indistinct that real money can be made in this business Reese scowls at his own words being thrown back at him but doesnt refuse Kroegers suggestion.
A few hours later Finish to the Main Event
Kroeger and Reese stand on the top rope, as if the latter is trying for a superplex. However, Reese adjusts the positioning, Kroegers near arm no longer in position for that move James, what are you doing? Fear permeates The Heros words
Ending it! The Villain says coldly, lifting the Hero while he does. Hes not quite high enough for a suplex though...
This isnt what The Villain falls backwards spiking Kroegers head into the ring, quickly transitioning to a neck crank rather than KO:E. The ref quickly pulls him off The Heros corpselike body.
DL Kroeger once wrestled for three months on a broken neck. Not again.