Interlude C
Out For Blood
There's now a reason why there wasn't much of an interlude between Adagio vs. Aria and Star vs. Sherry…
Victorious in her efforts in the first round, Star Butterfly re-enters the backstage area, clutching onto her wand.
As soon as she walks to the other side of the corridor heading from the gorilla position, she's greeted with some applause from a good handful of the other contestants in the Tournament of Fate, including another person advancing to the next round, Daniel Bryan, as well as people who lost their first round bouts in 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin and Shinsuke Nakamura, and several who have yet to compete: Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, Sunset Shimmer, and Finn Balor. They've watched her debut match the whole way through, and they all seem to be fairly impressed with her efforts.
"Props all around..."
"That was some great work out there, kid."
"That was effin' awesome, girl!"
"I didn't expect ya t' have in in 'ya!"
"Yoku yatta, chō! Well done!"
Even then, in this kind of environment, it's kinda weird to see someone looking as incredibly out of place as Star Butterfly being congratulated by several others who most definitely look more of the part, as they're a all a legit part of this industry.
Star embraces the love from her peers with open arms, as she accepts a few high-fives and handshakes while she's walking by, and even a hug or two along the way.
Walking through another corridor of the building, where several locker rooms, a bathroom or two, and a couple of training facilities lie, Princess Butterfly is considering heading into one of these rooms to rest up for the second round later on tonight...
...that is, until she catches a glance to the right at the contents within one room's open door. It does not look like a pretty sight, once Star backs up and looks back in again.
It's hard to describe in full, but the scenery of several dented and busted-open lockers, chairs having been thrown about (a couple falling apart as a result, even), a couple of broken lights, and shattered glass here and there, it seems like this room is going to need to be repaired some time between tonight and tomorrow. A lot of damage, a lot of fucked up stuff, that cash will likely need to be put into later on to fix it.
All the magical girl can wonder is 'what happened?'
"You notice the wreckage, too?" A voice to Star's left sounds off.
Looking towards that direction, she notices the snarky Canadian, fellow Tournament of Fate competitor Kevin Owens, standing next to her, an apple in hand.
"You know that Aria Blaze chick?" He begins. "After her match, what happened after it, to put it in terms safe to say in front of you, she flipped the eff out. Went looking all over the place for the girl that attacked her, then she got in here, and, next thing I saw is what you're seeing right now."
"That sounds like a lot of bad that went on while I was gone." Star mentions.
Then another chair comes flying in, hitting the open door right next to Star. Owens smirks.
"I didn't say it ended." Kevin snarks, before taking a bite out of his apple and heading off. "Good luck."
And lo and behold, out from the other side of the room comes the irate Dazzling in Aria. Despite advancing to the first round, Blaze still has been having a bad time since her bout with her fellow siren Adagio, after their third wheel of the group, Sonata, flat out panicked and laid them both out outside of her control. To additionally note, it seems like the cut on her, having occurred in the match itself, has worsened since the end of her match. Maybe she headbutted and shattered a window or something?
Breathing heavily in frustration, blood dripping down her face like sweat, Aria approaches the door and meets eye to eye with Star.
"Where is she?" She gasps out, exhausted after causing all the wreckage in the room she stands in.
Star holds out her wand in front, arming herself in case she gets into a fight. "Stand back!" She warns the bloodied siren.
"Tell me." Aria growls in frustration.
"I don't want to have to take you down again!" Star proclaims, annoyed. "Now either calm down or find someone else to pummel along the way, you... weird purple turd!"
After a moment of panting, Aria shakes her head. "Fuck it."
She shoves Star to the side as she steps out of the room. "You're no help. That blue bitch ruined our moment, so now, as soon as I find her, I'm gonna ruin hers!"
However, as soon as Aria takes a turn to the right to walk past the princess from Mewni, she is almost completely blind to notice anything in front of her...
...as she is suddenly clobbered by the suddenly appearing Brock Lesnar (still wearing his ring attire, along with a hoodie to go along with it), who almost dashes in at the speed of a cheetah as he nearly decapitates her with a clothesline.
A couple of German suplexes later, Aria is left bleeding even worse than before, as Brock stands and rolls his shoulders. In his head, he's gotta be amused with himself, having gotten a bit of a warm up for Round 2 off beating down the delinquent Dazzling.
Star is quite startled but fairly amused by the actions that just happened in front of her.
"Oh. Well, that... certainly helped." Star squeaked out. She nods as she looks up to the Beast. "Thanks."
"No need." Lesnar replies. "My stuff was in that locker room."
After that proclaimation, Star looks back towards the demolished room for a moment. It takes until now for her to notice a couple of posters of the Beast Incarnate sitting around in there, mostly torn to shreds from Aria's anger.
"Ohhh."
Quite abruptly after the scene just witnessed, we're back to the arena. Unlike the calm but solemn atmosphere of the aftermath of Aria vs. Adagio, the crowd is cheering and chanting about, just having fun after the nice little match between Star Butterfly and Sherry Birkin.
("Shitlist" - L7)
The 1992 grunge number sends a small wave of nostalgia towards a good part of the audience, as they look towards the stage.
When I get mad, and I get pissed
I grab my pen and I write out a list
Of all the people who won't be missed
You've made my
Shitlist
"The following is the next first-round match, contested under Extreme Rules! Introducing first, from Canterlot City... Sunset Shimmer!"
Once again wheeling around the shopping cart of assorted objects collected from backstage, Sunset heads out onto the stage and down the ramp.
"Well, this is another individual from the same place as the Dazzlings reside, but unlike them, seems to be more down to Earth with the fans." Jim Ross discusses.
"Certainly looks to be a more fun-loving type of gal, with that shopping cart of horrors she's bringing along." Joey Styles points out the cart of weapons that Shimmer promptly shoves and slams right into the side of the ring.
Leaving the cart where it is, Sunset enters the ring and reclines casually in the top left corner. One of the cameramen at ringside lets in a lingering shot of the shopping cart and the contents in it, including random pieces of lumber, a few objects made of glass, a couple street signs, a couple steel chairs and Singapore canes (given the absence of people like The Sandman and Steve Blackman, one wonders who would bring canes into the backstage ares), an old microwave and even a random stapler.
Just as there was further focus on that shot, Shitlist fades out on the speakers, as the next person was set to arrive.
("Natural Born Killaz" - Dr. Dre / Ice Cube)
The bang of gunfire and the screeching squeal of this next song's opening moments makes the crowd realize that they're about to enter some very extreme territories with the guy who's set to come out.
"And her opponent... from Greensboro, North Carolina, weighing in at 225 pounds... the Original Gangsta, New Jack!"
The ECW alumnus arrives on the stage to a very moderately-large reaction from the audience, just a slight bit higher than Sunset's reception. His garbage can, now loaded with a few weapons, is held in one hand, and in the other, a very fragile-looking guitar.
"Only someone with the mind of one Paul Heyman is able to bring someone like this man back into mainstream wrestling!" Joey Styles proclaims.
"I saw this guy lurking around backstage a couple hours before the show started... didn't talk to him, but it's probably for the best not to." Tazz mentions. "You never know what he's up to!"
"This man is extremely dangerous to pretty much everyone he's met in the ring for the past couple of decades." Jim Ross states. "This will not bode well for the debuting Sunset Shimmer."
Setting his weapon-filled garbage can near where Sunset's cart sits, New Jack enters the ring with the guitar, as referee Earl Hebner enters the ring, prepared to start the match.
Sunset moves down to the bottom left corner of the ring, as New Jack takes the top right corner.
Only these two competitors in the ring will decide how this match goes down...
...I really don't have much else to say besides "Stay Tuned", so... stay tuned for some more action.
