Restitution (Spoilers)

[† Robin R. Moretti †]

The Full Throttle show was a success. Or at least the one part in particular Robin cared to witness. Her theme music blared from the PA as she stepped onto the stage, the audience in confusion over the unknown musical piece. Immediately she started down the ramp, making sure to glance over the fans here tonight, hoping they’d all take the opportunity to witness that history was on the verge of being made here tonight. Of course there had been a few surprises during the night already, so this surely couldn’t be another. Or could it? Maybe what would be said would be the surprise. Who knew.

Stepping into the ring, she received the microphone from the ring announcer as he stepped aside, allowing her the floor to speak her piece as her music died down into silence. Raising the microphone she began.

Hello fans of Action Packed Wrestling. I’m sure you are all are wondering just who I am. And better yet, why am I out here in the center of the squared circle right at the end of this week’s APW programming.

Well, I won’t make this long. Not long at all actually. I am here to formally introduce an athlete to you all…Well, re-introduce an athlete to you all really. Earlier in the night, despite coming back from multiple serious injuries attained over the previous year, he gave a perhaps not outstanding performance alongside of Mr. Jayceon Williams, but one that certainly showed promise I assure you. Despite knowing he could have done better, I am nonetheless satisfied with the effort put in.

She stopped for a second, waiting for the crowd’s cheers to calm down a bit before going. They were already on their feet, knowing just who Robin was talking about. Finishing up, she offered.

That being said, I want to re-introduce the man, who has re-emerged into the scene of professional wrestling once again. A man who has seen it all, done it all, wrestled with as well as against the very best across the globe. A man who I believe will end up being mentioned In the same breath as all time greats such as Sylas Styles…Damian Juarez…Jonathan Pryor…Togo…Genovese…Taylor…The list goes on…I believe he will one day be alongside these men and many more, in professional wrestling’s hall of fame, going down in history as a true in and out of ring legendary presence. So, with that, I give to you all, without any further ado, the newest acquisition by Miss Corban & Miss Jade for APW…My dear brother…The measuring stick...

Mr. Excellence Personified himself...


Instantly a smile was plastered to Robin’s face, as she turned motioning her hand towards the stage. The lights in the arena dimmed to near absence, as the remaining fans that were not prior to, stood to their feet, in anticipation of the coming second appearance from the man who embodied…Excellence Personified…

"Ravenous"

["The Ravenous 1" Raven Reymaun]

+And so…The moment had arrived once more…The sole individual within the industry of the sport of professional wrestling, the one man who could truthfully proclaim the title of…Excellence Personified…Had once more made his presence known, as the roar from those in attendance only continued to rise in volume as he could feel the cold steel of the entrance stage beneath him…+

+His stare scanned over the plethora of APW faithful in attendance, as well as in shock over his impromptu re-emergence into the spotlight once again, as his steps were halted near the very end of the entrance stage leading to the ramp way…Glancing to his immediate left of the arena, then only a mere second after, towards the opposite before slowly raising his arms above his head, in perfect conjunction with the pyrotechnic effects from above, his frame was almost a still silhouette statuesque form as the crowd came to their feet instantly…His form held for only a moment, before leisurely, meticulously launching his trail towards the squared circle where his lovely sibling awaited the moment when he would he would join her in celebration…In merriment of his re-entry into the atmosphere in which he truly belonged.+

+His stroll was methodical, paced as well as equally informative pertaining to the Ravenous 1’s current mind state. As if time had stood still since the last instant the wrestling fans had laid eyes upon Mr. Raven Reymaun, all present on this very night could obviously realize his confidence had not wavered in the least…Nor had his penchant for making a most deplorable entrance and onset…The atmosphere had approached near catastrophic proportions by the moment he had reached his short destination of the dimly lit ring, pausing for a brief moment towards the end of the entrance ramp, to once again take in the explosive nature in which he was seemingly…Greeted? Back into the sport itself. Moments later he found himself scaling the length of the ring steps, entering the squared circle and without delay, his steps carried him towards the farthest corner of the squared circle, his vision still surveying the masses, before pausing at the turnbuckle in which was his objective, scaling carefully, before yet another brief pause, as his arms once more were raised, as was the crowd’s reaction, seemingly officially sealing, his long awaited return…His arms were slowly lowered once again, surveying the scene with a watchful eye from behind the tint of his trademark dark glasses, before lowering his person back to the mat, turning back towards his sister, whose arm was already in an extended position, fully prepared to hand the floor over to the “Ravenous 1” himself…Raven…Reymaun…+

+The adulation continued, as he stood motionless dead center of the ring, awaiting the noise to subside…Moments later, his sights still floating over the sea of people present here tonight, that moment did arrive, in conjunction with his first words, of his official return…+

“Ladies & Gentlemen…Though I am quite sure, an athlete of my personal caliber, requires neither an introduction, nor a re-introduction…Please…Please allow me to relay to those few ignorant individuals here with us tonight…Precisely…Who stands before you all here on this evening…”

“I…Am…Raven…Reymaun. Unless you have been subjected to extended imprisonment, delusional belief that there is another within the industry of professional wrestling whom could also be as inexplicably as talented as I, or you have been repeatedly force fed lies that someone other than Raven Reymaun is the very best the sport has to offer…And…Shame on you for believing such treason…Then you no doubt have heard the name prior to this very moment we share…”

+A brief moment of silence ensues, as his right hand idly slides into his pocket, his left firmly clasping to the microphone as he allows for his words to linger, if only for a few moments. Then…+

“And if I am in fact accurate in my assumptions, then you also are fully aware as well as fully comprehend the implication of my arrival here…Within…Action Packed…Wrestling.”

“I am neither here to subject myself to mediocrity, nor has Raven Reymaun ever done so. So it is of course comprehensible that this latest venture, will be no different than any previous one…It has been stated many times before…There is only one individual whom can truly be worthy of the title of Excellence…Personified. He stands before you ladies and gentlemen…And he is here to once more, to raise the bar if you would…He is once again, here to provide to those whom so incessantly seek it, the quality entertainment fans of this time tested sport, deserve as well as hunger for to witness...With each following week…”

+Another rise in the crowd noise level was apparent, the microphone lowering for only a moment, before his ears caught wind of a chant beginning within the very heart of the sea of people before him…The words seemingly beseeching something in particular from Mr. Reymaun it seemed…The words heard from aboard?...Regime…Life…+

+Fully expecting such a subject to be brought to discussion upon his arrival, he merely nodded in response before raising the microphone to his lips once again, addressing the obvious “hot topic” of discussion so to speak…+

“I fully anticipated…To hear those words. Yet…Allow me to address, as well as put to rest, the subject of…The faction you speak of. Realizing there is apparently a wanting to see the long famed faction reform here within Action Packed Wrestling, I feel it only right that I inform you all awaiting such a thing…”

+A break in his discourse…Then…+

“I’m afraid…The Regime is something…Simply now? Of Raven’s past dear professional wrestling fans…”

+A quiet hush instantly came over the crowd before him, all present in shock over the words spoken by Mr. Reymaun. Yet, he stood fast in his proclamations and continued…+

“Fret not my friends…Fret not…For if you have in fact witnessed the brilliance of my past…Then you are of course aware of what Raven Reymaun, can supply to the masses, even without…Assistance. I assure you…I assure you all…There will not be…A dull moment, whilst Raven Reymaun is in your presence. A new day is in fact upon us. I have over the passing weeks, witnessed ladies and gentlemen whom reside here on the APW roster, proclaim the precise same. They? Are in fact correct in their words. Yet where they are mislead, is any preposterous implication that any other athlete other than he who stands before you, will be the one to usher in the start of that much needed…Complete restoration…Here…In Action Packed Wrestling. I defy all whom deem themselves worthy to be in my presence, to prove my words incorrect. I look forward to proving those who choose to,wrong, while simultaneously proving yours truly…Just…As I always…Am…Prepare to witness greatness before you ladies and gentlemen…I urge you to not allow for tonight's previous viewing of talent deter you in knowing and realizing the absolute truth...Your true savior…Has arrived…Be...Thankful...And cherish the gift being given to each...And all...”

+Not another word spoken as Finger Eleven’s “Stay In Shadow” blasted from the PA system once again, the microphone falling rapidly to the mat below, as he motioned for his lovely sister to of course prepare for exit first. His steps kept him close in tow, moments later finding them both exiting from the ring where Mr. Reymaun, had seemingly only moments ago proclaimed war on all whom would oppose him…The stage had been set once more…The proclamation was made…Now the onslaught would begin…Much, much earlier…Than anyone present here this evening….Anyone watching from the backstage area, or even those watching from their homes around the globe, could even justly comprehend...+

+Exit…Raven Reymaun...+

To Be Continued...Of Course...