Post by El Viento on Feb 21, 2011 18:34:06 GMT -5
(Continued from Dominik Santiago vs The Masked Marauder after both have entered the ring.)
The ring bell echoes throughout the arena, signalling the start of the match. Right on cue, both Fighty fighty persons begin the felling out process by tentatively advancing toward each other, studying their opponent and putting together their game plan. Just as both men are about to lock up with each other, the arena lights suddenly switch off, bathing the arena in pitch-black darkness. With the sense of sight eradicated, the sound of the murmuring crowd intensifies, adding the air of mystery and suspense.
Big Al: What the hell is going on here, who turned out the lights?
Colin: I don’t know, Al. This may be one of the Marauder’s mind tricks but if it is then it seems very out of character.
Without warning, the sound of a loud clang pierces the buzzing confusion, followed by the soft thud of a body hitting the mat. Seconds later, the bright lights return, causing the crowd to blink a few times to readjust their sight. Once they do, the see the figure of the mysterious El Viento with a chair in the hands, standing over the body of the downed Masked Marauder.
Big Al: What the?
Colin: That’s El Viento, but... why would he help Dominik Santiago? It was Santiago and the Cut Squad that beat down Viento at Dawn of Destruction.
Big Al: Maybe the beatdown sent him a bit loopy. Maybe he’s got Stockholm Syndrome or something.
Colin: Dominik didn’t kidnap him, Al.
With the steel chair still in his hands, the mysterious luchadore turns around to face the man that attacked him two days ago. Before the Assassin can react, the ring bell chimes again and the tension is broken as Charlie Coors speaks into the microphone.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification is The Masked Marauder.”
At Coors’ announcement, the look of confusion on the face of the Lord of the Flies is instantly replaced by one of anger. Still, he keeps himself in check as the man opposite him has a steel chair and he doesn’t. Viento, however, doesn’t have such apprehension and he raises the chair above his head, preparing to strike. Dominik sees this coming but knows there is little he can do as the masked man brings the chair down onto his cranium with force.
Colin: Holy shit. Viento just took out The Masked Marauder and Dominik Santiago with chair shots and completely ruined this match. What could this mean? Are we about to find out the mystery man’s identity?
Colin’s question is answered when Viento signals to Coors to give him his microphone. The hapless ring announcer does as he is told and hands the amplification device over to the masked luchadore.
As soon as he raises the mic to his lips, the noise in the arena rises considerably as the crowd can’t hide this excitement has hearing the mystery man’s voice and start to speculate about his identity. When he notices this, Viento lowers the microphone back down, without even saying a word. He then lifts his other hand up to the back of his head and begins to untie the laces at the back of his mask. This action send the crowd into a frenzy and rises the noise levels in the arena to fever pitch.
Colin: He’s gonna do it. He’s finally going to unmask!
Big Al: Finally? The guy only debuted two days ago at the PPV. I’ll bet you 10 bucks it’s Hawkeye.
The mystery man finishes untying the mask then bows his head. As he slips the disguise off of his face, a mess of black hair cascades out of it, further concealing his face. The crowd get louder as a large fraction begin to suspect the man’s identity. Their suspicions are confirmed when he throws his head backward, brushing the hair out of his eyes and revealing the face of none other than “The Pureblood” Skull.
Big Al: What?!
Colin: It’s Skull! Skull is back!
Big Al: How can he be back? He was fired months ago.
The crowd give The Pureblood a warm welcome back, cheering louder than ever and chanting his name. Skull is unable to hide his gratitude but his smile is tainted with a preoccupation on the man lying at his feet. Nevertheless, the brings the microphone to his lips and greets the crowd.
“Yeah, that’s right. The Pureblood is back and I’m not happy.
Now before I deal with ‘current issues’ that need to be addressed, allow me to tell you a little tale. After being banished from GHW by the devious Roadkill brothers, I knew I had to find a way back to GHW. I had to reclaim the job I was cheated out of. So after a while I came up with a plan. I’d simply return to GHW under a mask and so El Viento was born. Now there was a thousand ways this could’ve gone wrong but luckily for me, when I signed my contract as El Viento, our inept general manager didn’t give a second glance at my fake birth certificate. He didn’t even ask to look under my mask to check that I was who I said I was so getting through the door was rather easier than I expected it would be.
So El Viento gets booked at Dawn of Destruction and I am drawn against Dominik Santiago. Now I was happy to just wrestle my match as El Viento, win or lose, then unmask myself after the match. But you see, I encountered a little problem. It seems Dominik Santiago took exception to me and decided to have a bit of fun with his goons after the match. Well Santiago, Cut Squad, you picked the wrong guy because I’m not some anonymous luchadore, I’m Skull. I’m The Pureblood, the Living Nightmare, the Guardian of Horrorland and by messing with me, you’ve just opened up a can of your own worst nightmares. I’ll take your worst fears and make them your reality. I have a brand new shrunken head necklace just waiting to be filled and Dom, Cut Squad, you’d make perfect additions to it. What I’m trying to say, Dom, is that once you regain consciousness, I’m coming for your head.
Look at you lying down there at my feet. Where are the Cut Squad? They’re nowhere. They’re too busy preparing for their title shot tonight to come out and save you. You’re all alone, Dom. As alone as you’ve ever been. In fact-”
Skull stops in his tracks mid-sentence when the crowd starts to uncharacteristically descend into a rabble. Alarmed by this change in attitude, Skull turns around to see that The Masked Marauder has got back up from the earlier chair shot and is now advancing toward the Hellion with intent. Another commotion from the crowd alerts Skull to another danger as he turns to the entrance ramp to see the Marauder’s stable mates; Sonneillon and Belial marching down the aisle to come to the aid of their comrade.
Big Al: HaHaHa. Skull didn’t think this through did he? You can’t just clobber somebody with a chair and expect to get away with it.
Colin: I guess Skull was so focused on costing Dom the match that he didn’t realise the consequences of his actions toward The Masked Marauder.
Big Al: I hope these three give Skull the beating he deserves. Looks like this is gonna be the shortest return in GHW history.
As the three men close in around him, blocking every escape route, the gothic Fighty fighty person’s previously cocky attitude is replaced with fear. Eventually he lifts the mic up to his mouth and hopes that his silver tongue will get him out of this sticky situation.
“Look ... guys ... I just wanted to cost Dom the match. Sorry about the chair shot. But ... like ... you’re wearing a mask, that must offer some protection, right? I mean ... you’re standing. There’s no need for violence. You hate this guy as much as I do. Kick him while he’s down. I’ll just go ... leave you to it ... right?”
TBC by TMM
The ring bell echoes throughout the arena, signalling the start of the match. Right on cue, both Fighty fighty persons begin the felling out process by tentatively advancing toward each other, studying their opponent and putting together their game plan. Just as both men are about to lock up with each other, the arena lights suddenly switch off, bathing the arena in pitch-black darkness. With the sense of sight eradicated, the sound of the murmuring crowd intensifies, adding the air of mystery and suspense.
Big Al: What the hell is going on here, who turned out the lights?
Colin: I don’t know, Al. This may be one of the Marauder’s mind tricks but if it is then it seems very out of character.
Without warning, the sound of a loud clang pierces the buzzing confusion, followed by the soft thud of a body hitting the mat. Seconds later, the bright lights return, causing the crowd to blink a few times to readjust their sight. Once they do, the see the figure of the mysterious El Viento with a chair in the hands, standing over the body of the downed Masked Marauder.
Big Al: What the?
Colin: That’s El Viento, but... why would he help Dominik Santiago? It was Santiago and the Cut Squad that beat down Viento at Dawn of Destruction.
Big Al: Maybe the beatdown sent him a bit loopy. Maybe he’s got Stockholm Syndrome or something.
Colin: Dominik didn’t kidnap him, Al.
With the steel chair still in his hands, the mysterious luchadore turns around to face the man that attacked him two days ago. Before the Assassin can react, the ring bell chimes again and the tension is broken as Charlie Coors speaks into the microphone.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification is The Masked Marauder.”
At Coors’ announcement, the look of confusion on the face of the Lord of the Flies is instantly replaced by one of anger. Still, he keeps himself in check as the man opposite him has a steel chair and he doesn’t. Viento, however, doesn’t have such apprehension and he raises the chair above his head, preparing to strike. Dominik sees this coming but knows there is little he can do as the masked man brings the chair down onto his cranium with force.
Colin: Holy shit. Viento just took out The Masked Marauder and Dominik Santiago with chair shots and completely ruined this match. What could this mean? Are we about to find out the mystery man’s identity?
Colin’s question is answered when Viento signals to Coors to give him his microphone. The hapless ring announcer does as he is told and hands the amplification device over to the masked luchadore.
As soon as he raises the mic to his lips, the noise in the arena rises considerably as the crowd can’t hide this excitement has hearing the mystery man’s voice and start to speculate about his identity. When he notices this, Viento lowers the microphone back down, without even saying a word. He then lifts his other hand up to the back of his head and begins to untie the laces at the back of his mask. This action send the crowd into a frenzy and rises the noise levels in the arena to fever pitch.
Colin: He’s gonna do it. He’s finally going to unmask!
Big Al: Finally? The guy only debuted two days ago at the PPV. I’ll bet you 10 bucks it’s Hawkeye.
The mystery man finishes untying the mask then bows his head. As he slips the disguise off of his face, a mess of black hair cascades out of it, further concealing his face. The crowd get louder as a large fraction begin to suspect the man’s identity. Their suspicions are confirmed when he throws his head backward, brushing the hair out of his eyes and revealing the face of none other than “The Pureblood” Skull.
Big Al: What?!
Colin: It’s Skull! Skull is back!
Big Al: How can he be back? He was fired months ago.
The crowd give The Pureblood a warm welcome back, cheering louder than ever and chanting his name. Skull is unable to hide his gratitude but his smile is tainted with a preoccupation on the man lying at his feet. Nevertheless, the brings the microphone to his lips and greets the crowd.
“Yeah, that’s right. The Pureblood is back and I’m not happy.
Now before I deal with ‘current issues’ that need to be addressed, allow me to tell you a little tale. After being banished from GHW by the devious Roadkill brothers, I knew I had to find a way back to GHW. I had to reclaim the job I was cheated out of. So after a while I came up with a plan. I’d simply return to GHW under a mask and so El Viento was born. Now there was a thousand ways this could’ve gone wrong but luckily for me, when I signed my contract as El Viento, our inept general manager didn’t give a second glance at my fake birth certificate. He didn’t even ask to look under my mask to check that I was who I said I was so getting through the door was rather easier than I expected it would be.
So El Viento gets booked at Dawn of Destruction and I am drawn against Dominik Santiago. Now I was happy to just wrestle my match as El Viento, win or lose, then unmask myself after the match. But you see, I encountered a little problem. It seems Dominik Santiago took exception to me and decided to have a bit of fun with his goons after the match. Well Santiago, Cut Squad, you picked the wrong guy because I’m not some anonymous luchadore, I’m Skull. I’m The Pureblood, the Living Nightmare, the Guardian of Horrorland and by messing with me, you’ve just opened up a can of your own worst nightmares. I’ll take your worst fears and make them your reality. I have a brand new shrunken head necklace just waiting to be filled and Dom, Cut Squad, you’d make perfect additions to it. What I’m trying to say, Dom, is that once you regain consciousness, I’m coming for your head.
Look at you lying down there at my feet. Where are the Cut Squad? They’re nowhere. They’re too busy preparing for their title shot tonight to come out and save you. You’re all alone, Dom. As alone as you’ve ever been. In fact-”
Skull stops in his tracks mid-sentence when the crowd starts to uncharacteristically descend into a rabble. Alarmed by this change in attitude, Skull turns around to see that The Masked Marauder has got back up from the earlier chair shot and is now advancing toward the Hellion with intent. Another commotion from the crowd alerts Skull to another danger as he turns to the entrance ramp to see the Marauder’s stable mates; Sonneillon and Belial marching down the aisle to come to the aid of their comrade.
Big Al: HaHaHa. Skull didn’t think this through did he? You can’t just clobber somebody with a chair and expect to get away with it.
Colin: I guess Skull was so focused on costing Dom the match that he didn’t realise the consequences of his actions toward The Masked Marauder.
Big Al: I hope these three give Skull the beating he deserves. Looks like this is gonna be the shortest return in GHW history.
As the three men close in around him, blocking every escape route, the gothic Fighty fighty person’s previously cocky attitude is replaced with fear. Eventually he lifts the mic up to his mouth and hopes that his silver tongue will get him out of this sticky situation.
“Look ... guys ... I just wanted to cost Dom the match. Sorry about the chair shot. But ... like ... you’re wearing a mask, that must offer some protection, right? I mean ... you’re standing. There’s no need for violence. You hate this guy as much as I do. Kick him while he’s down. I’ll just go ... leave you to it ... right?”
TBC by TMM