Post by The Masked Marauder on Feb 6, 2011 20:28:37 GMT -5
After the mess from the Dragon's Dungeon match is cleared up, the fans at home and in attendance are treated to a video package promo hyping up next month's PPV. They cheer their collective hearts out and exclaim in many different ways how they can not wait for it. After the vignette is done the camera switches to the commentating crew, who both wear solemn expressions and look to have some swelling and other marks in their features, but somehow had kept them from the untrained eye until now.
The Fuzz: We apologize for raining on the proverbial parade here, but we've been given the green light to get something off our chests.
Big Al: That's right! It centers around "unsung heroes", you know, folks like our brave men and women serving in the armed forces, policemen, firemen and paramedics. Well, tonight, before Dawn of Destruction even went live on the air, we found out just who GHW's unsung heroes are.
The Fuzz: It's our staff; our medics, security, cameramen, make up crew, and the whole production team. It is because of their quick actions that none of you at home noticed anything wrong when we went live on the air tonight. You at home are only just now probably seeing that Al and I have some swelling and marks on our faces.
Big Al: But something DID go wrong before we hit the air. Folks, every TNT and Pay Per View have what we call dark matches, usually two or three bouts that we put on to show off potential new stars. These matches are not televised so you never get to see them, as I am sure you guys already know. Well, earlier, we had three dark matches, and it was in the second dark match, a Triple Threat featuring The Masked Marauder, Sonneillon with his manager, and Jeffrey Cooper, that things spiraled out of control.
The Fuzz: Luckily we had a cameraman setting up and prepping, and his camera caught the mayhem that ensued. Please, take a look.
The feed switches from Al and Fuzz to the actions of the Sons of Darkness during the dark match, which saw Cooper, Coors, the time keeper, the referee, and even Big Al and The Fuzz beaten down by TMM, Sonneillon and his manager Belial. (can be viewed here: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpmatches&action=display&thread=12035
Once the video is complete, the scene changes back to the commentary team.
Big Al: Pretty shocking isn't it? They cited disrespect as their justification for such actions, but that is a bullshit excuse.
The Fuzz: It is, but we're getting away from the topic here. Thankfully during the third dark match, which was a EVO Showcase match, we were seen and pilled up and patched up by medical staff, then fluffed up and caked by our make up artists, and from there our damaged equipment such as the tables and camera were replaced by our amazing production and stage crew JUST before we went live. Yes, fans, that is how damn good GHW really is. From A to Z, Fighty fighty person to ring handyman, we are the absolute best, bar none. So put that up your peace pipe and toke it, EVPW.
Their demeanor changes swiftly upon some flashy lights bouncing around the building and dance club music hitting the PA system. The fans also light up with joy, especially the men, for coming to the ring is a long line of gorgeous, scantily clad women. Yes, it is time for the "7 minutes of hot lesbo action main even filler spot". Al and Fuzz stand and dance, their eyes wide and tongues sticking out like dogs. The ladies are different each one from the next. Some are tall, some are short; some are white, some are black, some are Mexican, some are Brazilian, and a few appear to be from some exotic land that we can not pronounce, but they are far sexier than the rest of the girls. The women make their way around the ring, flirting and dancing dirty with the fans and each other. Big Al and The Fuzzy One get treated as well, both recipients of an insanely provocative black on white lesbian lust fest with complimentary dual lap dance as cherry on the sexy sundae.
Big Al: I! LOVE! MY! JOB!
The Fuzz: This is heaven! Have I died? Am I dead? AL! AAAHHA!
The patrons show their love and appreciation for the company that has brought them this product, exclaiming with a thunderous chant of "G!H! DUB-YA! G!H! DUB-YA!" that hammers the building. Several of the ladies spill into the ring, pushing the envelope with VERY graphic kissing, body part showings, and general fondling of any and all penetrable spots. Hey, it's a PPV and the kids should already be in bed anyway so who gives a damn, right?
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
The explosion, the music (Narhahanam - Al Jihad) and the heat wave from the fire ball on the stage, brings all movement to a screeching halt, to include the dance music also. Every head and startled set of eyes shift attention to the source of the noise, a feeling of dread overwhelming them at the sight coming down the ramp. It is the Sons of Darkness. Belial is leading them, his hands palms up in ritualistic fashion. Second in file is Sonneillon, who bares a fierce countenance of contempt, and in his hand is held a satchel. The last in line is The Masked Marauder, and he is carrying a large bag of stones. Big Al and The Fuzz think quick and start yelling for the women to make an escape through the crowd. The ladies take heed and speedily hurl themselves over the barrier, allowing the courageous fans to provide a buffer for them. Those inside the ring are the last to flee, and trample over one another to selfishly evade capture. In their rush, however, they leave two of their sisters injured in the wake of their stampeding exodus. The trifecta of terror quickly enter the ring and swarm the unlucky two. Sonneillon picks up one and places her in a reverse bearhug position while Belial produces a set of handcuffs and cuffs the other young beauty to the nearest ring rope for later use.
The Fuzz: Oh no, Al! NO! NO!
Big Al: They're doomed. They are done for, I can not bare to watch this.
TMM makes a mad dash out of the ring and runs to the announcer table, sending everyone, including The Fuzz and Big Al, jumping into the fans and escaping. All he wanted was a mic though. After procuring it he rolls back into the ring and angrily paces back and forth in front of the damsel in distress held by Sonneillon, pointing at her.
The Masked Marauder: THIS is what I meant by disrespect! Instead of Smarky Smark booking two gladiators into a grueling battle, he gave a televised spot to a bunch of shameful sluts! But what did he do to valiant combatants like Sonneillon and myself? He put us in a dark match, between two EVO matches that would've pushed me, if I were a lesser man, to the point of suicide upon watching such contests. In my homeland women are not allowed to leave the kitchen. In fact, their bed is in the kitchen and if one toe goes outside of the kitchen the woman is subject to a stoning, even to the point of death in some cases. I guarantee you that if Sharia law was put into effect here in GHW, these horrid perversions and wastes of entertainment would cease immediately. Yes, sure, look at this women here.
The Sultan of Slaughter gets in her face, smelling of her intoxicating perfume and tugging at her hair all the while ignoring her tearful pleas for mercy.
The Masked Marauder: How beautiful are your feet, rich man's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Your navel is like a round goblet which wants no liquor, your belly is like a heap of wheat set within lillies. Your breasts are like two young roes that are twins. Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fishpools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathribbim, Allah be blessed! How fair and pleasant are you, for delights. Yes, dear, you are perfection in the flesh as we can all plainly see, but as of right now and forever more we are imposing our own revised version of "Sharia law". And, you, whore, are hear by charged with excessive vanity and being "out of place" by not being confined to your natural place of order, the kitchen. Your sentence will be a public stoning, and by the looks of it, we are in a public place and I do possess a bag of stones.
The fans boo and cuss and throw things as TMM drops the mic and back hand pimp slaps the lovely lady a few times, before picking up the bag of stones. Sonneillon re-adjusts her into a Full Nelson while the Arabic nightmare winds back with the bag and sends it forth mightily. It impacts her belly and ribs, expelling any air held within her lungs and crippling her with pain. Sonneillon releases her and she drops to the mat in a curled up heap, gasping frantically and hurting immensely. The masked man empties the bag of stones around her while his stable mates stomp her a few times, then the trio commence to picking stones up and hurling them harshly at her, connecting with her legs, ribs, and stomach mainly, but none strike her face or head. The spectators are mortified at the sight and protest with great anger, some even wondering how GHW could allow such a thing. Where was security? The morbid sentence handed down is finished after a few moments, and TMM claims the mic once more.
The Masked Marauder: Dominik Santiago, it would behoove you to pay attention and learn from the sentence imposed to this slut. Her punishment was swift, painful and just, but your infractions under our code and law have far more devastating sentences. We let her live, but for you Dominik Santiago, we can not permit such a luxury. Now, Belial, please share your wisdom with us, the same wisdom that brought Sonneilon and the whole thing together.
He hands the mic off to Belial.
Continued by Belial only.
The Fuzz: We apologize for raining on the proverbial parade here, but we've been given the green light to get something off our chests.
Big Al: That's right! It centers around "unsung heroes", you know, folks like our brave men and women serving in the armed forces, policemen, firemen and paramedics. Well, tonight, before Dawn of Destruction even went live on the air, we found out just who GHW's unsung heroes are.
The Fuzz: It's our staff; our medics, security, cameramen, make up crew, and the whole production team. It is because of their quick actions that none of you at home noticed anything wrong when we went live on the air tonight. You at home are only just now probably seeing that Al and I have some swelling and marks on our faces.
Big Al: But something DID go wrong before we hit the air. Folks, every TNT and Pay Per View have what we call dark matches, usually two or three bouts that we put on to show off potential new stars. These matches are not televised so you never get to see them, as I am sure you guys already know. Well, earlier, we had three dark matches, and it was in the second dark match, a Triple Threat featuring The Masked Marauder, Sonneillon with his manager, and Jeffrey Cooper, that things spiraled out of control.
The Fuzz: Luckily we had a cameraman setting up and prepping, and his camera caught the mayhem that ensued. Please, take a look.
The feed switches from Al and Fuzz to the actions of the Sons of Darkness during the dark match, which saw Cooper, Coors, the time keeper, the referee, and even Big Al and The Fuzz beaten down by TMM, Sonneillon and his manager Belial. (can be viewed here: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpmatches&action=display&thread=12035
Once the video is complete, the scene changes back to the commentary team.
Big Al: Pretty shocking isn't it? They cited disrespect as their justification for such actions, but that is a bullshit excuse.
The Fuzz: It is, but we're getting away from the topic here. Thankfully during the third dark match, which was a EVO Showcase match, we were seen and pilled up and patched up by medical staff, then fluffed up and caked by our make up artists, and from there our damaged equipment such as the tables and camera were replaced by our amazing production and stage crew JUST before we went live. Yes, fans, that is how damn good GHW really is. From A to Z, Fighty fighty person to ring handyman, we are the absolute best, bar none. So put that up your peace pipe and toke it, EVPW.
Their demeanor changes swiftly upon some flashy lights bouncing around the building and dance club music hitting the PA system. The fans also light up with joy, especially the men, for coming to the ring is a long line of gorgeous, scantily clad women. Yes, it is time for the "7 minutes of hot lesbo action main even filler spot". Al and Fuzz stand and dance, their eyes wide and tongues sticking out like dogs. The ladies are different each one from the next. Some are tall, some are short; some are white, some are black, some are Mexican, some are Brazilian, and a few appear to be from some exotic land that we can not pronounce, but they are far sexier than the rest of the girls. The women make their way around the ring, flirting and dancing dirty with the fans and each other. Big Al and The Fuzzy One get treated as well, both recipients of an insanely provocative black on white lesbian lust fest with complimentary dual lap dance as cherry on the sexy sundae.
Big Al: I! LOVE! MY! JOB!
The Fuzz: This is heaven! Have I died? Am I dead? AL! AAAHHA!
The patrons show their love and appreciation for the company that has brought them this product, exclaiming with a thunderous chant of "G!H! DUB-YA! G!H! DUB-YA!" that hammers the building. Several of the ladies spill into the ring, pushing the envelope with VERY graphic kissing, body part showings, and general fondling of any and all penetrable spots. Hey, it's a PPV and the kids should already be in bed anyway so who gives a damn, right?
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
The explosion, the music (Narhahanam - Al Jihad) and the heat wave from the fire ball on the stage, brings all movement to a screeching halt, to include the dance music also. Every head and startled set of eyes shift attention to the source of the noise, a feeling of dread overwhelming them at the sight coming down the ramp. It is the Sons of Darkness. Belial is leading them, his hands palms up in ritualistic fashion. Second in file is Sonneillon, who bares a fierce countenance of contempt, and in his hand is held a satchel. The last in line is The Masked Marauder, and he is carrying a large bag of stones. Big Al and The Fuzz think quick and start yelling for the women to make an escape through the crowd. The ladies take heed and speedily hurl themselves over the barrier, allowing the courageous fans to provide a buffer for them. Those inside the ring are the last to flee, and trample over one another to selfishly evade capture. In their rush, however, they leave two of their sisters injured in the wake of their stampeding exodus. The trifecta of terror quickly enter the ring and swarm the unlucky two. Sonneillon picks up one and places her in a reverse bearhug position while Belial produces a set of handcuffs and cuffs the other young beauty to the nearest ring rope for later use.
The Fuzz: Oh no, Al! NO! NO!
Big Al: They're doomed. They are done for, I can not bare to watch this.
TMM makes a mad dash out of the ring and runs to the announcer table, sending everyone, including The Fuzz and Big Al, jumping into the fans and escaping. All he wanted was a mic though. After procuring it he rolls back into the ring and angrily paces back and forth in front of the damsel in distress held by Sonneillon, pointing at her.
The Masked Marauder: THIS is what I meant by disrespect! Instead of Smarky Smark booking two gladiators into a grueling battle, he gave a televised spot to a bunch of shameful sluts! But what did he do to valiant combatants like Sonneillon and myself? He put us in a dark match, between two EVO matches that would've pushed me, if I were a lesser man, to the point of suicide upon watching such contests. In my homeland women are not allowed to leave the kitchen. In fact, their bed is in the kitchen and if one toe goes outside of the kitchen the woman is subject to a stoning, even to the point of death in some cases. I guarantee you that if Sharia law was put into effect here in GHW, these horrid perversions and wastes of entertainment would cease immediately. Yes, sure, look at this women here.
The Sultan of Slaughter gets in her face, smelling of her intoxicating perfume and tugging at her hair all the while ignoring her tearful pleas for mercy.
The Masked Marauder: How beautiful are your feet, rich man's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Your navel is like a round goblet which wants no liquor, your belly is like a heap of wheat set within lillies. Your breasts are like two young roes that are twins. Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fishpools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathribbim, Allah be blessed! How fair and pleasant are you, for delights. Yes, dear, you are perfection in the flesh as we can all plainly see, but as of right now and forever more we are imposing our own revised version of "Sharia law". And, you, whore, are hear by charged with excessive vanity and being "out of place" by not being confined to your natural place of order, the kitchen. Your sentence will be a public stoning, and by the looks of it, we are in a public place and I do possess a bag of stones.
The fans boo and cuss and throw things as TMM drops the mic and back hand pimp slaps the lovely lady a few times, before picking up the bag of stones. Sonneillon re-adjusts her into a Full Nelson while the Arabic nightmare winds back with the bag and sends it forth mightily. It impacts her belly and ribs, expelling any air held within her lungs and crippling her with pain. Sonneillon releases her and she drops to the mat in a curled up heap, gasping frantically and hurting immensely. The masked man empties the bag of stones around her while his stable mates stomp her a few times, then the trio commence to picking stones up and hurling them harshly at her, connecting with her legs, ribs, and stomach mainly, but none strike her face or head. The spectators are mortified at the sight and protest with great anger, some even wondering how GHW could allow such a thing. Where was security? The morbid sentence handed down is finished after a few moments, and TMM claims the mic once more.
The Masked Marauder: Dominik Santiago, it would behoove you to pay attention and learn from the sentence imposed to this slut. Her punishment was swift, painful and just, but your infractions under our code and law have far more devastating sentences. We let her live, but for you Dominik Santiago, we can not permit such a luxury. Now, Belial, please share your wisdom with us, the same wisdom that brought Sonneilon and the whole thing together.
He hands the mic off to Belial.
Continued by Belial only.
