Corruption and Anarchy 16.3 Voting and Promo thread

Corruption 16.3
Live from the Huntington Center in Toledo, Ohio

Tag Team Match
Sharpedo King and STORMMASTER vs Dazz Andrews and Antonio Grimelli

FMW Tag Team Championship Match
Damien Blaze and Nicholas Gray vs Thaddeus Topaz and Carlos Czador

Hardcore Tag Team Match
Kuruk and Brett Jackson vs Jack Eastwood and Daniel Prideman

Anarchy 16.3

Singles Match
Morpheus vs Paul Brooks

Singles Match
Bobino vs Mark Johansson (/w Nick Bryson)

Anarchy Ultraviolent Championship Match
Blake Vendetta (c) vs David GS (/w Nick Bryson)

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All alone Mark Johansson sits in a room, sitting cross legged and breathing slowly. It is important to breathe deeply and slowly, the hardest part was to focus on the breathing once that was done everything else just falls in to place. Heart rate slows and only your thoughts remain.

The smell of incense helps with the process, some may find it intoxicating however it helps to alleviate stress, to focus the mind. To fight back the anger that rises.

At least once a day Mark goes through this process, it helps block out the past and gives a renewed energy towards the future, to what the day will or will not bring. For a long time Mark has lacked focus, it has been his undoing, it has caused him to be inconsistent, it has allowed him to be attacked when he could have been achieving greatness. Focus is what Mark needs and meditation helps.

Even with his eyes closed Mark still has a strong sense of the energy around him, he can tell when someone enters his sanctum, no matter how slyly they try to enter, no matter how hard the try to hide he can tell they are there. All by that important first step.

Breathing.

“Meditation? Really?”

A familiar voice but Mark tries to ignore it.

“Next birthday, I’ll buy you an ‘Enya’ CD.”

But it’s hopeless the concentration has been broken. A foreign object has entered his sanctuary.

“The complete works. Maybe some whale sounds too.”

Mark’s eyes ease open, his heart rate increases to above the resting rate.

“Morning Nick.”

Standing up slowly, Mark brushes himself off before shaking his stable mates hand. Nick had had a big night, you couldn’t tell though there were no bags under his eyes and he had the usual energy of a man dedicated to his mission.

“I thought you had some gala last night?”

“Ohh, I did finished around three, good night nothing too eventful.”

Mark’s eyes dart to his watch, it is only 9am. It’s not a surprise this was Sir Nicholas Bryson sleep was for the dead in his eyes. One can’t become a man of his stature by spending too much time in bed.

“What’s with the meditation?”

Judgingly Bryson sniffs the incense before pulling away in disgust.

“Helps focus the mind –“

“The spirit and chakra too?”

Mockingly Brsyon moves past Mark and into the main room, it was a lavish apartment. New, bought with the salary rise Mark had received almost weekly since the fingerpoke of doom and the creation of ‘Your New Gods’.

It’s amazing to think how half a year ago Mark was out of a job, struggling to make eneds meet and in a crappy apartment that rocked every time a train went past. Now he has a gardener to tend to his courtyard, a doorman who calls the lift and opens doors for him.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The frank statement brought Mark out of his disbelief about how far he had really come.

“About the meditation? Yeah I did –“

“You said it soothes the mind, body and spirit”

“I just said the mind,”

“Not really a reason as to why but to what,”

“Not going to argue semantics with you, Nick I told you why I do it,”

All that work to soothe yourself and relax can be brought down quite quickly, by just a few choice words.

“Do you want to find your inner self? Become enlightened?”

Bryson knows what he is doing, Mark knows this, and Bryson has made a career out of being able to say the right thing to get a reaction out of an opponent.

“Or is it because you don’t want to be angry anymore?”

“That.”

“Ahh, I knew we would get there sometime today”

Calmly, Bryson sits down at the table and wheels around the morning newspaper taking it a glance before pushing it away.

“You shouldn’t bottle down your anger, that’s how tumours start,”

“That’s the point of the meditation genius so I’m not bottling in I am releasing it,”

“What it secreats through your skin or something,”

“Err…”

“You’re thinking of sweat Marky Mark, and you have sweat glands for that, no such thing as anger glands. But hey, I’m no doctor,”

“As much as I’m loving this chat about my personal daily routine, is there a point to this visit?”

“Why yes Mark there is, you see, YOU have a match,”

Finally after two long boring shows where Mark has stood by and watched the entirety of the show that his stable owns he will be able to be a part of it. To be a part of something once again.

“The thing is though, Catalyst is coming. As much as Anarchy is currently the show stealer on the red brand, rightfully so if you ask me, Catalyst provides just that,”

Bryson pauses as if waiting for Mark to say something.

“A Catalyst?”

Bryson points to Mark and touches his nose again pausing for a reaction.

“He knows”

“Mark knows indeed, but I know something Mark doesn’t know… or he does but doesn’t wish to admit,”

Mark now sitting opposite Bryson looking at with the same dullness as if a child just about to receive a lecture from a parent.

“You’re a angry, angry man. Think about it, all your life you have played a character who has done extreme acts of violence. You were charged with assault,”

“As a way to look legitimate to a mob boss!”

“Regardless, you still attacked the man. Quite efficiently too. Look at other things, even when you were acting the good guy you still had one of the most brutally efficient finishers within the federation,”

“This is the past you are talking about, I am trying to have a renewed focus to channel the energy to ‘your New Gods’”

“Don’t feed me that bullshit, you aren’t some well adjusted man you are a convicted criminal,”

“You’re about to cross a dangerous line Sir Nick,”

“No, I’m not, you see Anarchy was brought back to bring back that brutal pure style of wrestling. That Is why I have you, you may not want to believe that you have it in you but you do,”

Seemingly cooled down from the possibility of a physical confrontation with Bryson about his past Mark once again eases into a more relaxed mode allowing for Bryson to head back on the attack.

“This show before Catalyst I want intent from you Mark, an intensity that will strike fear into opponents and allow us to use Catalyst as an opportunity to cause the destruction of Corruption, leading to the one true red brand.”

With this Bryson stands up leaving for the door.

“Focus yourself on you adept abilities,”

With this the man was gone, all that has been built in the last six months has been from a single moment. A moment when it seemed that Mark had broken character when in actuality he had done just as he always had, an act to join ‘Your New Gods’ was a survival skill. Something to put food on the table was the excuse that Mark had given to everything but could it be a deeper psychological issue. Could it of been that he was sick of playing a character and truly wanted to be his own man?


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The following day Mark had settled into his routine, lighting the incense and sitting down for his morning meditation. Focusing on that breathing, concentrating his mind. Something was different, no matter how hard he tried the heart beat would not lower to a resting beat. There was a fire in his chest, a good fire. Mark’s eyes snapped open a difference from the usual slow opening, something was different.

“Fuck it,”