A Dance With Death Himself
Yeah...this is a rewrite.
Chapter 1: Smackdown Has A New Star...or A New Problem
Fantasy Booking AU. Some bashings.
Smackdown...
Alexa Bliss thought she did something that made a mark for her, but that only made her feel bad even more. She just screwed Becky Lynch of her Smackdown Women's Championship by helping Natalya, but what did she get in return?
A boot to the shoulder.
The next thing the Colombus native knew, she was in a bar, with the same Irishwoman she screwed over, and said Irishwoman's boyfriend: the "Lunatic Fringe" Dean Ambrose.
"Okay, so I screwed up badly..." Alexa started.
"Yes, you did." Becky growled back. "You planning to say sorry?"
"Pretty much..."
Alexa stroked her bright blonde hair with her free hand as she gulped down a shot glass. It was a pretty noisy bar, and she started to hear some of the burly bar patrons talking about her.
"Is that her?"
"Alexa Bliss? Yeah, that's her."
"Doesn't look like much."
"Yeah. I bet the likes of Eva Marie could beat her."
That struck her pride badly. They just compared her to one of the weakest women in WWE. Alexa straightened her red jacket and put her shot glass down as she tried to locate whoever said that. She saw two fat biker looking guys at the nearest table, sneering at her.
"Yeah, you heard us, so what? I actually bet Natalya would throw you out of the ring the moment she took that title from your Irish girlfriend over there." one of them said in a mocking tone as some of the other patrons laughed.
Becky and Dean got up from their seats and straightened their green hoodie and black learher jacket respectively.
"Can we go now?" Alexa asked, trying to calm the time bomb couple about to explode.
"Damnit, Ambrose. You didn't have to smash your glass on their table." she told her fellow Ohioan.
"Oh, excuse me." Dean snorted. "I didn't know you cared for our well being."
"Okay, that was a little too uncalled for."
"What was uncalled for?" a man's voice was heard.
They turned to see that they weren't the only one in the parking lot. In front of them was a rather handsome man with raven black hair and eyes. He wore a jacket similar to Dean's, a Punisher shirt underneath, pitch black jogging pants, and white rubber shoes. In his hands were car keys.
"Holy crap, you're Ghost Maverick..." Dean gasped.
"This guy?" Alexa asked, but she was mesmerized by the man's face. At the same time, she was shivering. She only heard about Ghost Maverick when she had eavesdropped on Kane at one point, being a World Champion of some prominent companies, and also sporting the tactical vest right as the Shield became a thing. He was a legend by his own rights, with an impressive win-loss ratio, and he was given the title "Grim Reaper" due to what he was capable of. The kicker? Ghost was Undertaker's son. The Phenom's son was standing right in front of her.
"Heard a lot about you three. Never thought I'd get the chance to meet Dean Ambrose, Becky Lynch, and Alexa Bliss, especially after what happened to you guys." Ghost said. "Pleasure to meet you three."
"Are you kidding?" Becky started. "You're the Undertaker's son! The pleasure is all ours."
"Okay, then...what's got Alexa's face looking so hot?" he asked. Said woman instantly started blushing.
"Are you flirting with her?" Dean asked.
"What? No." Ghost replied, unaware that his handsome 26 year old face was a little red. "She got a fever?"
"No, I'm fine." Alexa said.
"Oh well. See you three soon."
The blonde Ohioan could've sworn that the raven haired Texan glanced at her with a slightly red face.
With that, he walked away and drove off on his car: a black and red 1969 Dodge Charger complete with a blower and skull decals on the doors.
"Did he steal that from the set of Fast and Furious?" Dean randomly said.
"Let's just hit Smackdown, okay, hun?" Becky told him.
"But what did he mean by seeing us soon?" Alexa asked, unaware that her face was red.
Smackdown...
Dean watched as Becky and Alexa struggled to fight Carmella and Eva Marie in a tag team match. He was surprised they weren't arguing like Cesaro and Sheamus, but what also intrigued him was the briefcase hung at the top of the arena.
Ever since he and Becky started hanging with a guilty Alexa, Naomi couldn't even trust them anymore, and Carmella was apparently under Natalya's pocket. The Irishwoman was worried she was going to lose Nikki Bella as an ally, and if they did, then they should've considered that it was going to be inevitable.
A while later, Becky hit Eva with a Bexploder Suplex before Alexa finished her with Twisted Bliss for the pinfall victory. Dean came over to meet them at the gorilla.
"I'm surprised you two weren't acting like Cesaro and Sheamus. Nice match." he said to them as they walked back to the locker rooms.
"Thanks, hun. You noticed the briefcase hung up top, right?" the Irish Lass Kicker asked.
"Pretty much. What? Is Shane planning to bring in another Superstar to feed to Styles?"
"What makes you say that?" Alexa asked.
"I overheard Shane saying something about a new guy."
The Cincinnati native stopped both girls and looked at them. They instantly understood what was, or could, happen.
Ghost was coming to Smackdown.
Alexa was both shivering and blushing at the same time.
Shane stood at the center of the ring holding a mic.
"Hello to all! If you're wondering why there is a briefcase at the top of the ring, let's just say that it contains a Smackdown contract! Our challenger must face Breezango in a two on one Handicap Ladder Match for the main event."
The three looked at the monitor in shock.
"Who gives a newbie this kind of Ladder Match?" Dean asked.
"Chill out, Dean." Becky said. "If it's Ghost, then he can handle this no problem."
"How do you guys know that?" Alexa asked them.
"Are you seriously underestimating Undertaker's son?"
"I didn't say that..."
"Okay, ladies. Let's chill before it gets too heated here." Dean said.
Breezango started to play as the tag team of the same name entered.
"The following contest is a two on one Handicap Ladder match. Introducing first: the team of Tyler Breeze and Fandango: Breezango!" JoJo announced.
"Oh, things are about to get crazy here!" Cole said.
"You said it, Cole. A Smackdown contract for the challenger is at stake here, whoever the challenger is." JBL said.
"Well, whoever he is, he must be crazy enough to take on one of Smackdown's tag teams." David Otunga announced.
While Tyler and Fandango savored their good looks and whatever the hell the crowd was doing, the lights went out.
"I...AM...DEATH..." a chilling voice said throughout the entire arena.
The Vengeful One by Disturbed started to play. Red flames exploded from the stage and the Titantron showed a mysterious hooded figure holding a large scythe, standing
on a Dodge Charger with a blower, in the middle of the night.
The crowd went wild as the arena shook with their loud cheers.
"No way!" Cole screamed.
"No! It can't be!" JBL screamed as well. "Someone get Breezango out of the ring!"
"Wait, what's going on?" Otunga asked.
The lights turned back on to reveal someone standing on the stairs.
It was a man wearing a hooded Shield uniform tinted with red lines with the Undertaker's symbol printed on his back. The man wore a black fabric mask with a skull on it. He also wore MMA gloves, black arm tape, and a black shirt.
He looked like a Shield member, but more mysterious and brutal.
"And introducing their opponent, from Houston, Texas, he is the Grim Reaper: Ghost Maverick!" JoJo announced.
"Okay, let's just give him the contract and be done with it! I don't want to see Tyler and Fandango get buried by this man!" Cole pleaded.
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Otunga asked again.
"How could you not know Ghost?!" Cole asked, panic in his eyes and voice. "That is not just a very skilled and deadly fighter, that is the son of the Phenom himself!"
"That's Undertaker's son?!"
"Formerly known as 'The Mystery Masked Menace' Revan the Specter, he was World Heavyweight Champion at CW, ROH, IPW, and TNA, and was once proclaimed as CW's King of Chaos and TNA's X-Division Champion!"
Ghost walked down the stairs and jumped over the barricade. Breezango looked like they wanted to cry. They began to panic.
"First of all, why the Shield kind of entrance? And second, now I'm scared." Dean said.
"But he was so nice to us. Why say that?" Becky asked.
"I saw a few of his matches before we got here. He buried Mike Bennett with an inverted Jackhammer called Fool's Burial through the announcer's table, then he knocked out Jimmy Jacobs with a Tombstone Piledriver to a stack of wood planks. I'm talking about a guy who fights like one of those famous horror movie icons."
"So...Breezango's gonna get buried?" Alexa asked.
"Pretty much. You don't mess with a guy like Ghost Maverick without getting buried."
Ghost entered the ring while Fandango filled in as the starter. Probably not a good idea, still.
DING DING DING
"Okay then..." Cole kicked back. "Let's see what's gonna happen."
Fandango shivered as he walked slowly towards Ghost, who glared at him. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Fandango tried to Super Kick him, only for the masked Texan to grab his foot and take him down with a Dragon Screw. Before he could do anything else, Tyler knocked down Ghost and Fandango joined with him as they beat him down with stomps, much to the fans' boos.
"Okay, now that's just pathetic." Otunga said.
"Breezango will do whatever it takes to win and make sure this nightmare doesn't enter Smackdown Live's roster." JBL said.
"How can you be okay with this, John?!" Cole exclaimed. "That's your fellow Texan!"
Tyler went down and grabbed a ladder, only for Fandango to be caught in the Hell's Gate while he was distracted. Fandango quickly tapped but it didn't work. Ghost released him, stood up, and glared at the now shivering Prince Pretty. The Texan Suicide Dived towards him before proceeding to beat him to a pulp. Ghost got him up and prepped him for a ride.
"Oh my! Ghost, please, have some mercy!" JBL exclaimed.
"Since when has Ghost ever shown mercy?" Cole asked him.
He had Tyler, who was now screaming like a little girl, up for his main burial move: Fool's Burial. Ghost sent him towards the ladder with an inverted Jackhammer.
"Fool's Burial! Through the ladder!" Cole exclaimed.
Fandango recovered but he received a Super Kick from Ghost while he was still kneeling from pain. Ghost got him up and pushed him down until he was kneeling again. The Texan fighter squat down a little before slowly dragging his right thumb across his throat in Undertaker-like fashion. Before the dancer could react, he received the bad end of Ghost's main finisher: Deathscythe (Diamond Cutter/Falling Neckbreaker).
"Deathscythe! I think Fandango's down permanently!" Cole said.
"Is this okay for you guys to see a guy from out of nowhere bury a tag team no problem?" Otunga asked.
Ghost grabbed the same ladder he smashed Tyler onto, Punt Kicked the latter, then climbed it up quickly. He grabbed his briefcase and jumped down, landing a little rough and stumbling a little.
DING DING DING
"Here is your winner: Ghost Maverick!" JoJo announced.
"What a moment! Looks like Smackdown Live's got a new Superstar!" Cole announced.
"Or a new problem..." JBL muttered.
The Grim Reaper took out the pen and contract in the briefcase, read it and signed his name on it.
He was now a part of Smackdown Live.
Ghost tossed the contract and pen on the floor in victory.
Backstage...
Ghost silently walked through the halls of backstage as several crewmen and wrestlers alike looked at him in shock and awe. His mask was off and in his hands. However, there was someone who really had the nerve to actually talk to him.
Natalya, who was being backed by the Vaudevillains, for some reason.
"Natalya. Here to grace me with your oh so regal presence, because frankly, I won't be needing it anyway." Ghost said calmly. He knew what she did last week, especially not only to Becky, but also Alexa.
Alexa...
The thought of what the woman in front of him did made him clench his fist.
"Just...congratulations, Ghost. You really showed those two." she said as she held her Smackdown Women's Championship on her shoulder.
"Eh. Don't care what you say. If you don't mind, I've got friends to make."
Before he could walk to his left, Simon Gotch blocked him, and Aiden English blocked the right.
"Though, you should consider joining my growing little group." Natalya offered. "You know, put some of these peons in their place, even Ambrose. After all, he was one of the three men who attacked your dad a couple of years ago."
"Hmm...nah. I don't have any beef with Dean, or his girlfriend, or their new female friend." he said firmly. "Hey, if someone bet a dollar to see me beat up one of your kind, who should I beat first? Uncle Hitman? Or precious Daddy Anvil? Or your hubby, Tyson Kidd? He counts. He's married to you."
"Don't you dare mock my family!" Natalya screamed. "I don't care if you're Undertaker's son, you shut up and listen to me because I am Smackdown's queen and those around me are my peasants, including you!"
Ghost didn't look bothered, or angry. Instead, a sinister smile formed on his face. Chuckling a little, he spoke again.
"Oh. I'm a peasant now, am I?" he snorted. He was starting to sound like Lucifer, the TV version. "Well, how's this for a peasant?"
Ghost put on his mask and suddenly started mauling the Vaudevillains, starting with their nuts. Sure, it was two on one, but he was used to biting more than others usually chew. After ten seconds, he hit Simon with a Jackhammer, then sent Aiden through a table with a Choke Slam.
It was just Natalya now.
"Don't even bother saying anything else. It's funny, you know, to hear all that trash talk coming from a little blondie who spent some of her time as part of an old reality show whose ratings are much worse than The Last Airbender movie. Heh. Some fighting champion you are."
And with one more sinister smile underneath his mask, he just walked away, leaving a stunned Natalya and the beaten Vaudevillains behind.