Ichabod sits in one of the waiting rooms of the facility watching the storm rolling overhead. For now it is only clouds, wind, and some thunder. The waves on the ocean curl up angry fists and beat down on the shore, tossing the braver surfers over its graying surface and into its churning depths.
As Ichabod turns to glance at his Hardcore Title on the nearest magazine table, the rain breaks, and the rythmic rat-a-tat-tat of drops hitting the window begins. Ichabod smiles at the irony... the coming storm has thrown the beach into disarray just like he and Broken Halo are beginning to do to the WXW.
Anastasia and Ichabod are only the first to capture gold. Soon, all of Broken Halo will be bedecked with the glory and respect of having WXW Championships. The federation still doubts their power, but deep down, they all know that Broken Halo is slowly gaining power. The Hardcore title proved it. Galahads significant part in the world title race proved it. Anastasia's unrelenting control of the women's division proved it. Necron's continuing assault on anyone and everyone proved it.
Ichabod had recieved word of the Slaughter card this morning. Another four man match. Ichabod laughs.
It seems that the higher powers intend to make this my specialty. This is gonna make the third time I've be assigned to meet three other men in the ring. So far, I've come out victorious. This should prove no different.
Two of the men in this match have had the distinct pleasure already of finding out what it is like to dance with me in the middle of a hardcore match. Two of the men have been broken under my stomping heel more than twice apiece. This match seems to be nothing more than a history review of my WXW term. Two men I've beaten, one match I've mastered. What do I have to prove in this match? That the one man I haven't faced is yet another victim in my campaign to change the face of Hardcore forever? To remind the other two what they may have forgotten of my teachings? Be it one or the other, or some form of scheme designed by the upper echelon men in this fed to keep Broken Halo confined within what ranks they see fit, I'll get in there and give it two hundred percent like I always do. I'll walk away the winner, as usual, and then I'm going to go on with my own scheme of furthering Broken Halo. That scheme? All in good time... all in good time.
Ichabod stands up and stretches. He grabs his Hardcore Title and slings it over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.
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