FollowTheRattlesnake

Location: Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA Opponent: Artemis Grandilunas Isaiah, in full-Prophet regalia, stood in the ring waiting for his opponent, half-wondering if he had bitten off more than he can chew this time, as Artemis was a pretty good up-and-comer, and he basically painted a target on his back in knocking out Midas’ mother, but, he believed the ends would justify the means. That title was never lost by him, and he had every right to challenge Midas for that title. Still, has he gone too far? Isaiah soon realizes that Artemis isn’t coming out. He raises his hands in confusion. Was this all a trick, he looks behind him to see if she isn’t trying a cheap shot, but, no one. He finally takes his regalia off and almost begins to go to the back when Artemis’ music finally hits. She comes out with an amused look on her face. Isaiah has a look of confusion and annoyance on his face as she enters the ring, “I just wanted to wrestle who you really are, not this ‘Prophet’ you created.”

Location: Phoenix, Arizona, USA Opponent: ? “Come on out, you masked brat!” Midas yelled into the microphone, waiting for Isaiah to come out. She was fuming that he had the audacity to ask for a title match, and she knew he was here. Eventually “Soul of a Man” rang out of the arena, but surprisingly, Isaiah wasn’t dressed in the Prophet garb, instead he was dressed as a ring crew member, well, the old crew member uniform, LEWD had changed a lot in the last couple of years. Isaiah looked at Midas with a look of content. He entered the ring and asked for a mic, “Midas, this was the outfit I wore the first night I met you” Midas nods, “You’ve changed a lot since then, and you know what else has changed? Me, and it’s all your fault.” Midas raised an eyebrow, My fault? What’s he talking about, “I could’ve just been a part of the ring crew, but, you had to bring out the lion in me. The Prophet is not of my creation, but yours.” Midas face sunk a little. Isaiah was right, “In time, your

Location: Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA Opponent: Vanity Isaiah was dressed in full regalia when he entered the arena, this time with a hefty sack draped over his shoulder. When he entered, the locker room was in a hushed mood. Isaiah looked around for those who made him, he first found Sol. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of dancing shoes and a broken paddle: The shoes were the same he wore when he took her to “Passion at Midnight” and the paddle, broken by Isaiah himself, was the same one Sol used on him. He went on, saying nothing. The next person he found was Antiope, he pulled two shirts out of his sack, wrapping a title belt: The shirts were from his time as a manager, the belt was the “Manager’s Champion” belt he made when he defeated Diana Sanchez, who was long gone out of the company. He went on and said nothing. The next person he found was Aika. He pulled out of his sack a bright, white shirt. It was the same shirt that Isaiah was wearing when he first stood

Location: El Paso, Texas, USA Opponent: None Isaiah got to the arena way earlier than the rest of the LEWD roster, he had to make sure everything was ready, and that no one would see what he was planning. This was the beginning of a new era of Isaiah, of LEWD itself. His wife had requested a match with Vanity and got it, so everything aligned perfectly. Isaiah looked over his new costume: A brown, leather coat that came down to the feet, with matching gloves, paired with a black vest and white shirt. Underneath were black tights and matching boots. Topping it off was a black, beaked mask and a matching cowboy hat with gold medals circling the brim. He looked at himself in the mirror, he had to admit, he looked rather striking. Now, all he had to do was remain hidden and wait… The rest arrived periodically, Midas asked Mai, who was walking alongside her toward the locker room, “Where is that husband of yours?” Mai shrugged, “He said something about stomach problems, Mexican food

Location: Austin, Texas, USA Opponent: Libbie Doe The Prophet is dead. That is what Isaiah said in the show’s opening promo, nothing more, nothing less. Isaiah felt that the Prophet was a crutch on which Isaiah leaned too much on, and now Isaiah wanted to just be himself, much to Vanity’s and the rest of the locker sighed in disappointment. Isaiah leaned against the ropes and watched Libbie enter the ring, She looked as mean as ever, but, you could see a slight look of boredom in her eye. The bell rang and the match was on. They went into a lockup when Libbie spoke, “You know, I planned to bully you all match, but, why would I do that now?” Isaiah looked over at Libbie in confusion, “What the hell are you talking about?” As he asked this, Libbie managed to get behind him and lock in an abdominal stretch, “You used to be cool, man! That Prophet thing was probably the best thing in LEWD for a while…” Isaiah couldn’t roll his eyes back far enough, “The Prophet was a crutch that I