Asylum Rules Tag Team Match
Ricky Rhodes & TJ Alexander © vs. Drake Nygma © & Dark Matter

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Bursts of thunder roar throughout the sky, the sound like a call of a ferocious beast slowly waking up. Each burst of thunder provided illumination over the scene, displaying a single solitary figure standing atop what looked like a roughly formed mountain. Roars of wolves, sounds of exertion filled the air. Eventually the figure turned around, dark probing angry eyes glaring down as if staring at unseen forces hiding behind the veil.

Frustration builds inside the orbs of Drake Nygma. A violent storm of emotion hidden deep inside those self-same orbs. Drake Nygma began to pace, his steps kicking up dust and debris with his movements. It was then that he heard a voice in his head, a voice that spoke of the value of patience, of a deeper knowledge not yet known in this mortal world. A voice that sounded like ancient devil

Drake Nygma: “Mysteries upon mysteries, questions posed and left unanswered. Word has it that we are to team with an entity known as Dark Matter, we’ll be watching you, to see whether or not you would make a worthy ally. Fail us, and your punishment shall be severe.”

A breath was taken here, a deeply thoughtful look crossing the frustrated brow of Drake Nygma, his warning resting in the air, nothing more to be said regarding Dark Matter at present. 

Drake Nygma: “Whispers of allies have reached my ears, name is rarely spoken of. It has been a long time since I’ve allied with anyone, found anyone worthy of allying with. This mortal world rife with weakness, with their soft ways. Soon the roster of AWS will see what happens when those who honour, strength, and the old gods align under one banner”.

Drake Nygma’s hands turned to fists, concentration filling his eyes. Turning to look out over the mountain Drake Nygma would see what looked like a figure in the distance, a figure obscured by shadows. This would tell Drake Nygma that whoever was obscured by this shadow he had yet to properly meet.

???: “Hail and greetings Drake Nygma, the time for building an alliance is approaching. Soon you’ll meet allies who will fight by your side. Until that moment make sure you are ready for the battles to come.”

The unnamed figure vanishes in a gust of wind, leaving Drake Nygma to ponder the exact meaning of the words spoken aloud.

Drake Nygma: “Make ready for the battles to come… allies I’ll soon meet. Building an alliance…. To what end I wonder…”

Drake Nygma’s words danced on the wind, before being swept away as if a deal had been made at that moment.

 

In the desert outside of Las Vegas, Dark Matter can be seen sitting on top of a rock, staring at the lights of Las Vegas in the distance.  He is illuminated by nothing but the moonlight, and a flashlight on the ground near him.  The camera zooms onto his painted face, and cuts to the events of last week's main event.  While Dark Matter was fighting Declan McGinnis, Drake Nygma, the AWS American Champion, the man Dark Matter is supposed to team up with tonight, hit him on the head with a chair, causing him to be the first to be eliminated.

The camera shows Dark Matter in the present again, scowling that he could be humiliated the way he was in his first match in The Asylum.  He turns to the camera and speaks.

"I've heard your words, Drake Nygma.  I make it a policy to not throw my matches, so consider yourself lucky we're on the same side in this fight.  But be warned, you'd be a fool to cross me...  I don't know how many voices are in your head, Drake.  But if you decide to make the biggest mistake of your life, I will make every single one of them beg for mercy..."

After his brief promo, he gets off the rock he was sitting on and begins to walk towards Las Vegas in the distance.  As the camera begins to fade into darkness, some final words by Dark Matter are heard.

"Soon, everyone in The Asylum will know what kind of thing true darkness really is..."

We see the Boneyard Arena with a wrestling ring set up for Madness. In the corner sitting leaning against the ropes is Ricky Rhodes drinking from a bottle of bourbon as he reflects on his last few matches in the AWS. He then looks deep into the camera empty eyed like he’s in a daze. 

 

“THE DARK ONE IS COMING!!!THE DARK ONE IS COMING!! This is all I keep hearing everywhere I turn. That idiot Vin Halsted is even calling himself a “prophet” for this mysterious mystical dark one. Give me a break him a prophet & just who is this DARK ONE? Charlie what you got up your sleeve? Now that ole Vinny is about to move into the nursing home where he belongs,I guess you’re already looking for your next cash cow & you gonna call him the EVIL ONE? I never expected a business man like you to believe in ghosts,voodoo, & all this dark magic bullshit. Are you sure you didn’t take a few too many chair shots?”

 

Ricky stands up walking closer into the camera with his gaze looking straight through it as he takes another drink from his bottle. 

 

“I know you’re not trying to say this idiot Drake Ngyma is your chosen one or could it be this totally unknown Dark Matter? Hell neither of those punks know anything about being the dark one. I mean from what I hear mommy has to make sure they got nightlights turned on still when she tucks them in at night. Charlie is that why you keep putting Drake against me? Is it because you know I’m the workhorse of AWS or because you know if I keep taking him out behind the shed kicking his ass that he may actually have talent someday? If that is the case & Vinny is the “prophet” then Ricky Rhodes is the “reaper”. I will put an end to Drake once & for all claiming his soul proving he is merely mortal & RICKY RHODES is the real EVIL to fear!!”

 

He laughs into the camera with his eyes turning red as he turns his head cracking his neck loudly. He then goes back to the corner sitting on top rope & looking back into camera. 

 

“I have to say though if I’m gonna fight evil (laughs) then I couldn’t pick a better partner than TJ Alexander. TJ I’ll say my first impression of you was wrong. I thought you were just a young punk & a Vin wannabe, but you’ve impressed me with every match I’ve saw you in. You’ve got the talent & you could be great someday. You could be one of the best in AWS or the world. You just need a little guidance & who better to lead you to the promise land than this ole cowboy.  Ive been called washed up, broken down & well a lot of other things but on August 13th right here in this ring we are gonna show the world that GOOD PREVAILS OVER EVIL, that this Dark One is just a myth & nobody can stand in our way. Are you with kid? You wanna join forces & take on the world?” 

 

Voiceover: “This shall be your requiem, your final act. Requiem aeternum dona eis. Eternal rest grant to them. Make no mistake we serve no one, at least no one whose interests don’t align with our own.”

 

The voiceover cut out just as quickly as it had begun, a ominous warning lingering in the still quiet night time air. Icy wind rolled out as though the season of winter had arrived in dramatic fashion. Thus as the camera panned left and then right, a tall well dressed young man came into view, all sharp edges and finely constructed bones.

 

Drake Nygma: “So for even the briefest of moments, we have a partner at our backs. An ally chosen by management. For this match our interests are aligned, you wish for victory, so do we.”

 

Silence drifted out and over the air like a heavy weight, oppressive and defiant. The nature of Drake’s other side seizing control in an instant.

 

???: “You know what I hate more than anything? What I really hate more than anything is a liar. A charlatan. Someone who doesn't believe in what they say. Once the dust settles, once the quiet returns, all will be set right. All will be corrected. Sometimes harsh lessons are needed in order to teach the most important things. Keep your eyes open, make certain you pay attention to what happens when you provoke that which should have been left alone.”

 

Clouds broke, parting to present a silvery glow over the landscape, a haunting silence was all that was left behind, as if illusions were being formed daily, obscuring that which may or may not exist.

 

(The scene opens up with TJ Alexander standing in front of a AWS backdrop, we see TJ wearing street clothes, blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a gold chain around his neck)

“Here we are another week and another opportunity here in the asylum, here in AWS I’m teaming up with Ricky Rhodes, the cowboy, both me and Ricky Rhodes are teaming up to go against Drake Nygma and Dark Matter. Our opponents are gonna be in for a shock when myself and Ricky Rhodes have come together and become a unit, we are a unit that will dominate our opponents.”

(TJ pauses)

“And Drake Nygma we’ve battled before haven’t we, and you was ever-so lucky to not only get the win over me but not have the American championship on the line, but this match is different, this match we are gonna destroy you and Dark matter. Drake everything seems to be on your side, because not only are you still the AWS American champion, you have Dark Matter who is a complete unknown factor, nobody and their dog doesn’t have a club who it is. And with Dark matter only speaking a few tiny words recently nobody has seen him inside the ring.”

(TJ pauses)

“I am standing here to tell you pair of clowns that it doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t matter to me that I have to team up with Ricky Rhodes, but I will have too, it doesn’t matter to me that the advantage is on your side, because the minute I step in the ring, the minute the bell rings, I am taking your heads clean off bruv. When backed into a corner I am an animal ready to strike and I will go for the necks and I will go for the heads of my enemies just believe that.”

(TJ frowns)

“I am sick and tired to see my opponents spouting off cryptic speeches after speeches when their boring and dull, where as I am standing here telling the truth, speaking the truth, and giving out the truth, and the truth is this week on Madness, myself and Ricky Rhodes are taking the win.”

(TJ pauses)

“I stand here to make a promise that myself an Ricky Rhodes are working as a team with no hate towards each other, but with one goal, and that is to win, myself and Ricky Rhodes will win.”

(Scene ends)

Flashes of memory burst behind the eyes of Drake Nygma. His energies all over the place. A wicked smirk tips his lips, the high of victory surging through his veins. The visual of how he laid low that arrogant fool dark matter. Drake allowed his smirk to widen, victory it seemed brought about a sense of peace. A measure of joy that existed in minimal amounts.

Silver and white strobe lights flickered, the eerie lights sweeping through the air. A distorted voice roaring to life. A voice that sounded as though it had been borne from a nightmare lurking in the shadows.

???: “You know what infuriates me? Someone who lacks the ability to properly plan. To craft a stratagem, to move pieces about on the chessboard of the gods. Therefore we’ll Make notes. Formulate a game plan. Construct a plan, make clear the weaknesses of our foes.”

Drake Nygma’s expression switched to a focused intense gaze, a sort of order existing within his inherent madness. It was in times like these that the entity who lived inside Drake’s mind became much more obvious.

Drake Nygma cast a malevolent grin as he looked into the camera.

Drake Nygma: “Our eyes are open, nothing escapes our notice. None shall survive the events to follow. Bring your best and remember strength can be found in adversity, fire tempers gold, bringing out raw strength. And yet fire also burns all to cinders.”

Drake Nygma gave a mock salute as the camera shut down.