So it looks like Shawn Blade has taken advantage of the 24/7 hardcore stipulation and brutally attacked Wolf Heathen AND Elisabeth with a baseball bat. Well, congratulations while you can still walk upright my friend, because come Riot, your ass is going to need a fucking wheelchair. Of course creating a bit of a buzz beforehand was clever. WBW needed a kick in the ass, or in this case, a violent beating. The WBW cameras caught Wolf Heathen and Elisabeth staggering down the hall slowly, clearly still in pain from the attack. Well, this would be a PERFECT opportunity to get some thoughts, no? Since Riot was just around the corner the Riot staff was always ready to jump at an opportunity. Well, Amy Fischer was going to try anyway.
“Do you have a moment?”
Thus begins the SECOND ambush of the day. Thoroughly battered and wearing his own blood, Wolf certainly wasn’t in the mood for this shit.
“Ugh GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
Wolf Heathen growled angrily before coughing up some more blood and spitting it on the floor. He leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling with an arm around Elisabeth, who snarled at the camera angrily. That’d be enough of a warning right? Apparently not.
“ How does Shawn Blade becoming the new Hardcore champion effect…”
Amy trailed off for a moment, the murderous glare was getting made her forget what she was trying to say. Wolf Heathen sneered and stood up straight as best he could, taking a step towards her.
“Are you fucking retarded or something? It’s going to take a lot more than a bat to stop me. Go. The. FUCK. Away.”
She nodded a bit, taking a step back and feeling the wall behind her. Elisabeth walked up next to Wolf and shook her head a bit.
“Shawn Blade just made the biggest mistake of his career. If you think this little tantrum of his is going to scare us you are gravely mistaken. Shawn Blade will be destroyed”
She bit her lip, a smile taking her lips as she enjoyed the ache from the hit she took. She cocked her head to the side slowly as Amy went to speak again.
“Well…”
Elisabeth ripped the microphone from her hand and stared her down for a moment before grabbing a handful of her hair and tossing her to the side. She laughed watching the interviewer scramble to her feet and back away slowly. It no doubt would have gotten much worse but Wolf put his hand around Elisabeth’s neck, pulling her back to him. They turned towards the camera with matching grins. Wolf spit at the camera, covering the lens in his blood as their groans turned into laughter, camera following for a moment as they walked down the hall. It takes a special kind of psycho to even remotely enjoy what had just transpired. But they knew Shawn was on borrowed time. And they’d make sure that he paid for it….
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