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~~Brandon Moore~~ · (01-18-2017)

It has been a crazy almost two months since November 20, 2016. For those unsure of what that date represents, it was the day that Brandon Moore signed on the dotted line and made his status with XWF official. He hopped on the bandwagon and joined forces with old time rivals David Stone and Ronnie Cage to form Havoc. Since then, it’s been a wild ride. Brandon has managed to capture the XWF Federweight Championship, has been given opportunities galore at the Television Championship, and now he has a chance to get his name placed on the list of XWF Hart Champions. Robbie Bourbon and Paul Heyman have been having a go at each other lately. All the focus is on Robbie. It’s the perfect chance for Brandon to surprise everyone and beat Bourbon while his attention is elsewhere, such as pointed towards the likes of Trax and Chris Chaos.

In the meantime, Brandon has ventured to Denver, Colorado. The Mile High City is covered in white as snow has been piling up since the middle of October. He’s got some time off before the next Savage Saturday Night and then his trip to Antarctica to challenge Robbie Bourbon for the vacant Hart Championship. His destination is downtown Denver, the Summit Music Hall. The marquee on the front of the building reads “TONIGHT: WINDS OF PLAGUE.” Brandon is headed to see one of his favorite deathcore bands and they have been close friends of his for some time. He’s seen them live countless times and is ready to throw down and have a good night with them yet again.

Brandon arrives at the music hall just a couple hours before the show is set to begin. There are already a handful of nut jobs waiting in line to enter the venue in the freezing cold and snow of Colorado. Brandon, thankfully, is able to head around to the loading area at the back of the building and be let right in. He flashes a lanyard that says “Backstage Access” to a guard for the event. The guard nods and opens the door, letting Brandon into the extremely warm building. All of the gear for each band has been loaded in and the sound check is now taking place. Brandon hears this and heads for the side of the stage, passing the local bands and opening acts on the way.

The guitars, keyboards, and drums are all pounding through the speakers of the music hall as Johnny Plague and the rest of Winds of Plague are making sure that the sound system is up to their standards for later that evening. It isn’t very long after that Johnny notices Brandon standing by the stage. With a smirk on his face, he signals for the band to stop and for the soundman to hold on for a second. He speeds over to the Brandon and invites him in for a bro hug.

-Johnny Plague-
“Brandon, my man! I didn’t think you’d actually make a stop out here to come see us!”

-Brandon Moore-
“I’ve got shit else to do other than let out some aggression in the pit tonight.”

Johnny drags Brandon onto the stage and points out him to the other members of the band.

-Johnny Plague-
“Look what the fucking cat dragged in, y’all!”

Art Cruz, Davey Oberlin, Michael Montoya, Justin Bock, and Alana Potocnik all stop what they are doing when they see Brandon being led by Johnny Plague. They all approach, shake hands, and exchange hugs with their old friend.

-Justin Bock-
“Dude! You’re sticking around for the show, right?!”

-Brandon Moore-
“Of course I am. Stupid fucking question, Bock!”

Brandon grabs Justin and puts him in a playful headlock as the others laugh. Johnny breaks it up. He has a look on his face that screams “idea.”

-Johnny Plague-
“Bro, you’re coming on stage with us tonight. You’re not saying no.”

Brandon sighs and reluctantly agrees with the nod of his head.

-Brandon Moore-
“Fine, but I get to pick the song.”

-Johnny Plague-
“Deal!”

Johnny and Brandon shake hands as the rest of Winds of Plague shout their excitement at the deal of Brandon coming on stage during their performance.

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It’s show time. Two local acts open the show and Brandon makes sure he gets the mosh pits started. He slams around aplenty during the opening acts and the support for the tour, Depths of Hatred. As soon as DoH’s set has finished, Brandon heads to the side entrance to the stage, flashing his lanyard. With his hair tied back and his clothes drenched in sweat, Brandon doesn’t bother to check in on his friends in Winds of Plague before they go on. About fifteen minutes after Depths of Hatred ended their portion of the concert, the lights in the Summit Music Hall blacken. An eerie intro track begins to blare and Brandon notices movement from the other side of the stage. As the intro track finishes, the lights flash back on and Winds of Plague immediately begins to perform their song “The Undertaker.” The roughly fifteen-hundred concert goers lose their minds and start enjoying the set as they should.

Winds of Plague is absolutely killing it, playing a few new songs as well as loads of fan favorites such as “Reloaded,” “Refined in the Fire,” and “Drop the Match.” After an intense set, the fans think the show is over, but Brandon knows better than that. The lights turned back off completely, only to come back on a few minutes later with Art Cruz back in position. He slams out a ten minute long drum solo before the remaining members of the band reappear on the stage. Of course there was going to be an encore. The drum solo ends and Johnny Plague is back on the microphone.

-Johnny Plague-
“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?! We’ve got a couple more for you, but first! Do we have any wrestling fans in the house? Any X-Treme Wrestling Federation fans?!”

To Brandon’s surprise, the majority of the crowd erupts with applause. Johnny nods and grins at the crowd before pointing a finger straight to the side of the stage where Brandon has been standing for their whole set.

-Johnny Plague-
“Fuck yeah! That’s what’s up. Well, joining us on stage for this next one is none other than the XWF Federweight Champion, Brandon Moore! Welcome this motherfucker, will ya?!”

Apparently Brandon Moore has become well-known since joining the XWF and his battles with Thomas Nixon over the Television Championship. Brandon hurries out onto the stage. He heads over and removes Alana’s microphone from her keyboard stand. He bumps knuckles with her and proceeds to do with the same with every other member of the band before stopping next to Johnny.

-Johnny Plague-
“Brandon! How’s the XWF been treatin’ ya?!”

-Brandon Moore-
“Treatin’ me? There are no fucking treats in the XWF, Johnny. But next Wednesday, in fucking Antarctica, I’m headed out on a cruise ship to take on Robbie Bourbon for the Hart Championship.”

-Johnny Plague-
“Seriously?! Ant-fucking-arctica, dude? What the hell is going through your mind for that one?”

-Brandon Moore-
“It’s going to be fucking cold, that’s for sure! This Bourbon guy is no pushover, that’s for sure. But he doesn’t know what’s coming! I don’t drink, but I’m going to poor that guy out for the homies! Let’s melt some faces off. I’m dedicating this next one to that masked fucker, Robbie Bourbon. That Hart Championship is coming home with me, daddio!”

Brandon now stands upon one of the on stage monitors, ready to lend a hand for the vocals of the following song.

-Johnny Plague-
“Tell ‘em what this one is!”

-Brandon Moore-
“Somebody record this shit and send it to Robbie Bourbon’s punkass! This right here…this is The Impaler!”

The crowd goes absolutely wild at hearing the name of one of Winds of Plague’s most famous songs. The other band members start up their instruments and begin to play The Impaler as Brandon backflips off of the monitor.

-Brandon Moore-
“I want to see this place fucking implode! If the person next to you isn’t moving, make them move! Fucking kill somebody!”

Brandon lifts the microphone up now, rushing side to the side on the stage. He and Johnny Plague are now taking turns doing the harsh vocals for the song. Screaming highs and lows both, they double team the lyrics as several mosh pits breakout, eventually forming one giant pit as the building seemingly starts to shake.

-Brandon Moore-
“I’m going to cut you open like a fucking pig!
Peel away the flesh and drain out your veins!”

-Johnny Plague-
“This time you will not forget.”

-Brandon Moore-
“The images of those you’ve denied!”

-Johnny Plague-
“This time you will not forget.”

-Brandon Moore-
“The images of those you’ve denied!”

Brandon now lifts a middle finger up to the crowd and is back on top of one of the monitors.

-Brandon Moore-
“Fuck you. Get the fuck out!”

-Johnny Plague-
"My face will be the last thing you see!"

-Brandon Moore-
"Fuck you. Get the fuck out!"

-Johnny Plague-
"My face will be the last thing you see!"

Brandon and Johnny approach each other and bumps fists as Johnny Plague does the low growling vocals and Brandon screams the high vocals at the same time.

-Brandon Moore and Johnny Plague-
"You better mark my words! I come with no regards for anyone!"
"This time you bow to me, my lord! I come with no regards for anyone!"

Alana now plays the synth part of the song as Brandon and Johnny both stand, center stage with their heads bowed. Johnny then lefts out a vicious growl as the breakdown kicks in. Brandon pulls off his hair tie and starts to headbang mercilessly until the next portion of dual vocals between he and Johnny kick in.

-Brandon Moore and Johnny Plague-
"We are out for blood!
We are out for blood!
We are out for blood!
We are...out...for...blood!"

-Brandon Moore-
"The wolves are set free tonight! You can't escape this attack!"

-Johnny Plague-
"You better...mark my words...I come with...no regards..."

-Brandon Moore and Johnny Plague-
"For anyone!"

The instrumentals finish and the song is over. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Brandon runs over to Alana's keyboard and returns the microphone. He hugs each member of the band before making his way back towards the side of the stage. Johnny grabs him by the arm, forcing him to stay on stage for just a second longer. Johnny raises Brandon's arm as if he were a referee at the end of a match.

-Johnny Plague-
"Ladies and gentleman, give it up for you soon to be XWF Hart Champion, Brandon Moore! That was so killer!"

The crowd goes wild with applause yet again.

-Johnny Plague-
"Now, this is the last song...your last fucking chance to move! Brandon, I want you to show these motherfuckers how it's done! This song goes out to Robbie Bourbon on behalf of all of Winds of Plague. Brandon Moore is going to kick your fucking ass! He's just plain better, baby!"

Brandon shakes Johnny's hand and agrees to "show these motherfuckers how it's done." The next song is about to start as Brandon takes a step back. He takes a deep breath and lunges towards the edge of the stage as Johnny delivers the first line of Winds of Plague's most famous song.

-Johnny Plague-
"Decimate the....WEAK!"

Brandon steps up on one of the monitors and launches himself over the security guards and the guard rail into the crowd. They catch him and crowd surf him around for a little bit as the heavy song blasts through the Summit Music Hall's sound system. Eventually, the crowd delivers Brandon to the front of the mosh pit where he wastes no time in getting his slam on. He jumps in and starts shoving everyone in sight, hair and sweat flailing from his head. Brandon is having a good, clean, rage-free day for the first time in a long time. He'll be back to it tomorrow, punching children and tripping old ladies, but until then, he's going to have a fucking blast moshing to one of his favorite bands and his good friends. His mind is still on Robbie Bourbon and the Hart Championship, though. That's for sure.

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