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Tristan Bates vs. Havoc Warrior Exodus
Topic Started: Jul 10 2014, 11:54 PM (96 Views)
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Tristan Bates vs. Havoc Warrior Exodus

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Deadline: 5 p.m. EST Friday, July 25, 2014
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Big day. Good luck, man!

Exodus was at the stadium early. It was one of those times – all too common, some would say – that he decided to get sentimental. He gathered his bearings and took in a deep breath. Rise to Greatness. The grandest stage of them all. And he was here, finally. It had been a long journey. A year of trials and tribulations, of great victories and crushing losses. But most importantly, it had been a year where he had made enough of an impact to show himself worthy enough to step into the arena on that day in that place at that time. It was Rise to Greatness, and Exodus decided he was going to make the most of his opportunity.

Exodus pulled back the heavy curtain and took a deep look at the empty arena. It was being set up early, giving everyone enough time to prepare before the main event started in a day or two. The ramp was set up, and the ring was just having the finishing touches placed on it. That ring was to be the honoured battleground. It would be his gauntlet and his sweet deliverance. It would be both friend and foe that evening. But more than anything, Exodus hoped to simply command it. That arena was, on this night, the golden font of combat that any warrior should gleefully accept as his final goal, a place that they would find nothing but a burning pull of desire to step foot in and test their mettle against the very best in the world.

For Exodus, Tristan Bates was that man.

He nodded curtly as he puffed once more and closed the curtain behind him. As he walked through the backstage arena toward the locker room, he noticed that he wasn’t alone.

Exodus turned to see a man in a blood-red hood standing to the side of the hallway. His back was turned to Exodus, and he seemed to be wandering around. The only reason one of his clan would be here is if they had something to send to the Havoc Warrior. Either a physical token or a message of some kind. Exodus approached the hooded figure and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy jumped in surprise and wheeled around.


“Did the Keeper send you?” Exodus asked.

The hooded figure stammered. “Uh…Y-y-y-yes, Mr., uh, Exodus, sir.”

Exodus frowned. Most of the boy’s face was covered by the hood, but his mouth sputtered as much as the nervous aura he was giving off. There was no reason he should be acting like this, even if he was a new initiate and he had never gazed upon the Havoc Warrior before.

“And?” Exodus said. “What news does he bring? Clearly it isn’t so vital that he could send it to me through a proxy.” He crossed his arms across his chest.

“Well, I uh-uh-uh…” the boy started. Exodus sighed and raised a hand, his palm extending outward. The boy saw enough of this to understand the order and stopped talking.

“Relax. You manner is unbecoming.” Exodus was starting to grow impatient with the boy. A few figures walk by the hallway and nodded towards Exodus in greeting. He returned the notion and they continued to head their way.

The boy in the hood scratched the back of his head. “I’m s-s-sorry, s-sir.”

Exodus shook his head again. “Enough of that!” the big man bellowed. “Now. Speak, boy. Why are you here?”

The boy fidgeted with his sleeves. Somehow, he had found the courage to speak inside of him. “K-keeper wanted you to know that w-we’re all behind you. A-and that y-you shouldn’t worry, i-if the last f-few times that y-you fought at the b-big events ended in f-f-failure…”

Exodus took a moment to chuckle before he patted the boy on the shoulder. “This time is going to be different. Mark my words. It is noble for the Keeper to worry, but I can assure you, I enter as a man free from restraint and distraction, especially after the events that had occurred last week.”

The boy looked at Exodus. He crooked his head and showed signs of confusion. “What do you m-mean?”

Exodus pounded his chest with a large fist thrice. “I may have failed in the past and disappointed my warriors…but this is my promise, my covenant. Here and now, for all within the hall of the legends to hear…Exodus makes his stand. There will be no stumbling, no retreat. I shall move only forward, and never back.”

“This is the showdown that has been scripted in the stars, acolyte. All action, reaction, push and pull, every word spoken, every blow landed, and every interaction has lead us to this moment.”


“Do…do you mean your match with Bates, s-sir?”

Exodus nodded, slowly and solemnly. “I do. Tristan Bates!” he shouted, seemingly at no one and yet at everyone. A janitor pushing a large broom looked up at Exodus’ direction and leap back, startled, before he realized what was going on and went about his business. He buried his face in his baseball cap and avoided eye contact. The nervous acolyte turned away as well, avoiding any indication that he and Exodus were associated in any way whatsoever.

“Beneath the gaze of Mars do we meet, Bates! For he as stretched out his hand and blessed the arena with the blood of the ancients. It shall invigorate us and empower us….for I seek you at your best, o cursed king of nothingness! You seek for me to bow? Well….here is your opportunity. Rip your talons into my flesh and tear my entrails from my body, and maybe – just maybe – an opportunity will prevent itself where you can overpower me. But heed my words, Bates. At Rise to Greatness, we meet as we should: by ourselves, with no one else in the way. You had better bring whatever witchcraft feeds your black soul, Bates, because I am an organ of turmoil, and once I step into that ring…anything goes.”

“I am the one who has conquered your unbeaten run, Bates. I am the one who stands up and raises a fist to your maniacal conquest of the souls of free men. Have you ever stopped to wonder why I chose you from everyone in the company? Bates…you are an evil that knows no bounds. You are a plague that spreads quickly and kills without mercy. You are a threat that must be contained…or else it grows too fast and will swallow any who stand in its way. Bates…I do what I must because if I do not, what is already a frightening prospect will become a reality. I walk into the arena with a grim determination to best a man who is not only my equal, but possibly my better, and it is that which drives me, which pushes me to make a stand for that which is good and righteous.”


Exodus leaned over and grabbed one of the steel gratings used to separate the arena form the ground and held onto it, shaking it and sending his body into a violent pulsation, similar to when he enters the arena. The acolyte looked around briefly, taking a few steps backwards. Exodus stared at the blackness of the drapes covering the wall as he continued to shout and yell.

“So…there it is, my wicked and vile rival. Our words collide in the hall of the champions, were immortal names are etched into the halls of eternity and the cosmos pay homage to the victors for time immemorial. But despite your words, your drive to make me bow to you…despite your raw strength and cunning intellect…despite your fearsome reputation and the fact that you may be greatest opponent yet…I shall bring my all to our contest. For the winds of chaos shall cry “Havoc” at Rise to Greatness….and this dog of war will shall be unleashed to run amok. Prepare yourself…for if it is mercy you seek when we clash, you shall receive none. TRISTAN BATES!!! CHAOS!!! SHALL BE UNLEASH-“

His words were immediately cut short when a steel rod made contact with his back. A large thunk echoed through the hallway as Exodus keeled over and fell atop of the steel barricade. The acolyte threw his inhibiting robe off and slammed the nearest door shut. He waited for Exodus to pull himself up slightly before charging across the room and hitting him again with the poll. Exodus growled in pain as his knees gave out and he slid to them. One of his hands firmly held the barricade and refused to let go as he tried to bring himself out of the kneeling position he found himself in. Another whack to his back wretched his grip loose as he fell down.

“Nice speech,” said the “acolyte,” no longer the nervous boy that Exodus thought he was. “Really heavy on the sentimental parts about hope and chaos and honour and all that jazz. Fun stuff.” He smirked as he hit Exodus again. Once more, the big man screamed.

“Now, if you are willing to indulge me…” WHACK! “I’d like to make one of my own.” WHACK! “And seeing the position you’re finding yourself in…” WHACK! “I don’t really see how you can possibly refuse.” WHACK! The man chuckled as he kneeled down. He slipped the pole under Exodus’ chin and pulled it back. Exodus’ big hands grabbed it, trying to create space between it and his throat as he struggled for air, but in his weakened state he could barely just hang onto the pole. His eyes darted around the room to see it completely barren. That was the price of going to an event early enough to be alone with one’s thoughts. The janitors were no doubt on their lunch breaks, and so were the ring crew save for the few straddles who stayed behind to make sure the ring was functional.

The covert agent drove a knee into Exodus’ back. “You see…despite my rather…gruff…manner right now…” he squeezed the pole against the Exodus’ bulging neck even tighter. “The truth is that we want you to compete at Rise to Greatness. We really, really do.”

Exodus closed his eyes and tried to lift himself up, but the pain and lack of air prevented this from happening. His assailant ignored it and continued to speak.

“Thing is…at this point we don’t care if you win or lose. I mean, we did a few weeks ago, but after you beat the crap out of our boy when he came by your little temple thingie asking for your decision…well, gloves are off after that pal.”

The cold steel bit into his flesh as Exodus releasing a gargling sound that sounded like a cross between a grunt and a scream. The man sitting on his back forcing the steel pole Camel Clutch just laughed.

“Keep struggling, bud. Please. Seriously. It just makes it more fun.” The assailant pressed his knee deeper into Exodus’ back. “Anyway, so here’s the new deal: we’re coming for you. That simple. You don’t want our help? Fine. We tried to do this the easy way with cooperation and peace and all that fun bullshit, but you’re clearly not interested. And see, the thing is, we always get what we want. So that’s what this is. Consider it a warning: these attacks…well they’re not going to stop.”

Suddenly, he released the pole and lurched Exodus forward. Exodus tried to take hold of the moment, but the agent was too quick and struck Exodus on the side of his head with the pole. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it was enough to turn him over to his back. A second strike to his ribs threw any hope of getting up out of Exodus’ mind.

“So, that’s where we stand. Simple really. And now, I’m just interested in seeing how this whole thing turns out.”

He picked up Exodus’ bruised face and stared into it. “Remember this, when you make your way down to the arena on Sunday. Remember your weakness, your failings, and remember the doubt that is shrouding you now. Remember how you are powerless when your fate is in our hands, and more than that, most of all…remember just how poor of a showing your first Rise to Greatness will be when you walk away from it with a loss.”

He let go of Exodus’ hair and watched it smack against the ground without a care in the world. He pulled a cloth out of his pocket and cleaned up the pole before tossing it aside to a pile of other building materials that had been seemingly neglected by the ring crew. He gave Exodus another shot to the ribs, with his foot this time, however. He kneeled down and looked at Exodus’ beaten face, pulling it up once again, none too gently.

“I mean, you might not. But let’s be real…it’s going to be kinda hard to overpower a guy like Tristan Bates – who actually does have some skill in the ring, you giant gorilla – when your body is failing under my power.” He stopped and laughed. “Look at me! I’m a fucking twig! How’s that pill taste, bud?”

He dropped Exodus head again and started for the door. Before he crossed through it, he turned his head and looked at Exodus before shooting him a condescending smirk. “Oh, by the way…” he started. Exodus spit out a small bit of blood but had no energy to move his head. “Good luck against Tristan.” He walked out laughing, leaving Exodus writhing on the floor, unmoving and slipping into a state of unconsciousness...
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Good luck dude! This has been fun!

The Bates Chronicles: Episode 8

Back to Basics


The lights are dim. She tried to get away, again. I cannot believe that Monica would try to get away already. She’s stronger than I thought. But, she’s my wife… She’ll come around, if it takes everything I’ve got… Monica will not leave here… She cannot leave here… I cannot lose another… I’m lucky that the last one didn’t say anything to either one. However, I have to check on her occassionally to make sure…


Thatcher: “My Lord…”

Damn it, that voice… He gets on my last damn nerve…

"WHAT!?"

Thatcher: “My Lord… She is sedated, what do you want to do?”

What do I want them to do? I just start laughing… I look over at Thatcher who looks extremely confused… Looking at his face… I know he still doesn’t understand all of this… In time, he will, Johnson doesn’t completely understand the whole “me taking a wife thing,” but in time they will. In time they will know that this will be for the betterment of this family. They need a mother, I can’t be their mother… Just then the familiar voice of Johnson interrupts my thought…

Johnson: “Bates… What do you want to do? If she tries to escape again—“
“Leave her alone…”

I look over at them and they look extremely confused…

Thatcher: “Bates… I don’t know if leaving her alone is—“

This moron… Did he not hear what I just said?

“WHAT… IN THE HELL DID I JUST SAY!? IF YOU LEAVE HER ALONE IT WILL WORK IN OUR FAVOR!”

Now, I have their attention…

“Look, if you shut up for a minute and let me explain. Have either of you heard of solitary confinement?”

They look at one another… Then back to me, looking extremely confused… Idiots…

“Of course you don’t… In prisons, you have your regular prison cells, for everyone there, then you have what is known as solitary confinement. When you do something while in prison, hit a guard, another inmate, anything like that, you go into solitary. When you go into solitary, it’s means just what it says, you’re alone. There’s no one to talk to, you get no rec time with other inmates, you get nothing.. The only people you see are guards… Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Johnson and Thatcher look at me with a little more understanding, but still not completely. You know, I’m starting to think I need to do something with these two more than I am Monica… It would be nice if they would run away. Monica, though, in solitary…. I start laughing, harder and harder…

“Boys… grab her… Bring her outside…”

Thatcher: “What for?”

He’s such a freakin’ idiot.

“Just bring her outside, you’ll see.”

They nod. I turn and walk outside… What am I going to do? Hahaha. I walk out to the shed… The same place we had our honeymoon at. I look at the door, there’s a padlock I can use.. Perfect. I start to walk around, making sure there’s nowhere she can get out… No windows, nothing, everything is perfect… I start laughing as I look over towards the house and see Thatcher and Johnson walking up with Monica inbetween them. She has a hood over her head… I wait until they get up to me to say anything. When they get right up to me, I kneel down next to her and take the hood or blindfold off.

(Running my hand along her face and through her hair.) “Hi, baby. How are you? I’m doing just fine, thanks. Listen, I don’t want to do this, but you disobeyed me… Again. But, you’re leaving me no other choice… You’re gonna go away for a while, but don’t worry, I’ll come in and check on you quite often.”

I look over at Johnson and then at Thatcher… I honestly don’t know if I want to do this or not… No, Bates, you have to do it.

“Do it.”

Thatcher and Johnson take her into the shed, I follow them in and shut the door behind us.

“Thatcher… Lay her on the mattress. She’s still sedated so she’ll stay there, if she gets up then it won’t matter because the only way out is through the door. Johnson, grab those two chains from off the hook over there.”

Thatcher lays her on the mattress, as he does Johnson grabs the chains.

“Okay, here is what you’re going to do, for the first little while, her hands and feet are going to be chained together, and she will be gagged. The door will be padlocked and this wood is thick as hell, so she’s not going anywhere. If she gets out of hand or anything more than she already is, then we will do something more extreme.”

Thatcher chains her feet together, while Johnson chains her hands together and gags her. I can’t watch. I duck out of the shed. At that moment, the thought of that terrified look she had in her eye when we found her. That smile comes back, that look of fear, it turns me on, it keeps me going. I like it. I need it. I start laughing… About that time, Thatcher and Johnson come out of the shed…

“Thatcher… Get the camera… I’ve got a match to get ready for…”

Thatcher takes off but Johnson stays by me, he looks confused.

Johnson: “Sir, don’t you want to see the girl?”

“No, I don’t want to see the girl… We’ve got her out of the way for a while, so I want to focus on my match at Rise to Greatness Saturday night with Exodus…”

He doesn’t say a word, just kind of nods and goes silent. A few minutes later Thatcher returns with the camera, putting a smile on my face.

Thatcher: “How are we doing this one, my lord?”

“Same as always, Thatcher, same as always.”

Thatcher backs up, and turns the camera on.

“As you can tell Supreme Championship Wrestling, this… This is not Miami, Florida. This is not the site of Rise to Greatness this year. This is my humble abode. However, in just a few days, I will be in Miami, Florida going one on one with the man who wants to be a hero, Exodus. You have made for a hell of an opponent, Exodus. A few weeks ago on Breakdown, you managed to pin me in the middle of the ring. You thought you had me again a couple of days ago on Breakdown, but what happened? Alex Jacobs pinned you in the middle of the ring… Hahaha.”

I start to pace back and forth…

“Exodus, you have place yourself in the way of a monster. You are a brave soul, Exodus, not many people would throw themselves in the way of someone like me. Not many people would throw themselves in the way of someone who could destroy them. You are the first. Everyone else reluctantly were thrown at the wolves, and none of them have been the same since! Hahaha. Exodus, Saturday night on the Rise to Greatness Pre Show, you signed up for what’s to come. Hahaha!”

I laugh for a few more seconds… Alright, Bates, put your serious face back on.

“Exodus, you want to throw yourself in the way of me? You want to be a hero? Go ahead, hahaha, because at the end of the day, you will have nothing more than the rats of the sewer crawling over you. Exodus, you have brainwash all these people into thinking that you are some sort of ancient hero, that you are some sort of man of the gods! But, I see right through you, let me ask you my friend… How long are you willing to live this lie? How long are you willing to put on this facade for the masses of SCW? How long are you going to be something you’re not? You’re no hero hahaha.”

I start pacing faster…

“I am everything that I say I am, Exodus. I am the monster of all monsters, I am the monster that cannot be contained. Just ask anyone that has stepped into the ring with me, I am the most unpredictable man that you will ever meet, why? Because you cannot see what a monster is going to do next. All of these so-called “movies” of Jason Vorhees, Freddy, and so on, they happened, these people just want you to believe that they’re fake, so they don’t haunt your dreams at night. Exodus, I am the monster of all monsters, I am the monster that not even your so-called “gods” can stop. And Exodus, when all is said and done, you will be just like everyone else that’s been put in my path, you will BOW DOWN TO ME! Hahaha! I look forward to this chaos you’re going to unleash, Exodus, I love chaos. Johnson and Thatcher here, they can tell you how chaotic it gets around here, but you know what? Better than tell you, let me show you.”

Using my index finger, I motion for Thatcher to follow me with the camera. I unlock the door to the shed, open the door and walk in. I start laughing as I see Monica laying there.

“You see this, Exodus? This is the chaos that is my life. When I was young, I had to repay my father for what he did to my mother, and pay he did. But, Exodus, you step into the ring with me, you get nothing but chaos. And when I’m done with you, then whoever holds the SCW World Championship, take note, because I’m coming for you! Hahahaha!”

I motion to Johnson to pick up Monica, Thatcher puts the camera down on the table, pointing it towards the four of us. Thatcher gets on one side, while Johnson gets on the other holding Monica up, I fall to my knees and extend my arms out to the side.

“Exodus, you and the rest of Supreme Championship Wrestling will BOW DOWN…. Hahahaha… In a lower almost whispering tone) To me.”

I start laughing uncontrollably again, and after a few seconds Thatcher lets go of Monica and turns the camera off. Johnson lays Monica back on the mattress. They leave the shed, and I walk over and kiss her on the forehead.

“Sweetheart, I am doing this for your own good, I hope you understand that. I cannot, I will not lose you, you will not get away from me. I will come check on you in the morning… Good night, sweetheart.”

I walk out of the shed, bow my head and head back to the house. Miami, Florida…. Here comes the Bates Following.
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