Post by Jaggeroth on May 7, 2010 3:18:37 GMT -5
*Ending to the KotDM title match*
Green Spark has Darth on the ground outside the ring, his boots kicking in the ribs of the King of the Death Match. With his opponent down he goes to grab a table and sets it up at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Sparky quickly rushes under the ring and pulls out a canister of grill starting fluid. He pops open the can as the fans hiss and boo. He empties the contents on the table while Darth tries rolling back up to his feet. As the Sith Lord raises up he gets a glimpse of his possible future as the flames shoot up from the table. Green Spark returns to his prey with battle lust in his eyes, Jaggeroth would be avenged. He strikes Darth in the guts, doubling over the Lord of the Sith, and plants Darth's head in his arm pit while the pants are latch on. Darth is lifted up into the air in a stalled suplex, the end was near.
"We could have it right here! Green Spark is setting up for the Green Flame..."
"WAIT!"
Green Spark loses control of Darth as the Sith Lord tries shifting his weight around in the air. Green Spark tries dropping Darth on the table but DTG is moved backwards and plants his feet on the ring apron. Darth kicks off the ring and back into the air and shifts his arms around in front of Green Sparks neck and latches on. Green Spark tries getting control of the situation only to fall victim to a Sith Cutter through the flaming table.
*DING DING DING*
"That Guy...That Guy right there just earned his title back. That was an impressive counter to say the least."
Darth stands brushing off a small flame on his shoulder as Green Spark runs up the entrance ramp on fire. Sparky falls half way up and rolls around like a retarded Labrador as the fire from his trunks die off. Darth reenters the ring and retrieves his title from the official, he holds it up to show Green Spark who the champ still was as the youngster stares on in disbelief. Coors gets on the mic to make the results official.
"Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of this bout and still King of the death match champion....DARTH THAT GUY!"
Darth quickly grabs the mic from Charlies hand, he raises it to speak while Green Spark starts yelling back at him. Darth tries to say something but is cut off by....
The house lights turn dark red as Green Spark stands smiling a shit eating grin. Sparky points to the ramp with a smile as Darth looks on with the usual uncaring face. The red fog rips from the entrance ramp casting the area under its dark shroud. Green Spark stands outside the fog pointing at Darth shouting that his destruction was at hand.
The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man
Consistently, without the eyes to see
By those who revel in sewer equally
We, the prosperity of the future seal
Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind
Born to capture the essence of
The trails of our kind
Zero tolerance must be issued forth
Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written
And so it shall be done so it shall be done
Twin trials of fire run down the ramp, Green Spark jumps at the unexpected sight. Darth looks around him and through the crowd in case of an ambush, The Demon of Elk Horn Valley wasn't known for playing fair.
Zero tolerance must be issued forth
Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written
And so it shall be done so it shall be done
Strobe lights flicker on the stage revealing the sight Darth was fearing. A single monstrous figure is seen standing at top of the entrance ramp, its long hair is flicked back as it starts it descent down the ramp. With fire raging at both side the Time Killer breaks through the fog with the Silver Devil tag title strapped to his waist and waits.
"IT'S JAGGEROTH! Jaggeroth has returned to GHW!"
"Hold yer horses there, Big Al. He's not alone."
Soon enough three more silhouettes appear inside the flickering of the fog, they start their own march down to the ring as seen through Jaggeroth's mist.
"Wait a minute...That's Johnny Enmity and Seraphiel...What the hell is going on here."
"We may be seeing an old start a stable and beat up the champion move here."
Jaggeroth is joined by Johnny and Seraphiel at his side. Grimy C. Whiskey soon comes out with his hands in the air and a smirk on his face, he spins around and works up the crowd as the three men start walking to the ring. Green Spark stands and gets in front of Jaggeroth, The Psycho King doesn't seem pleased with his protege as he bumps shoulders with him and continues on towards the ring. Grimy runs down the ramp to catch up and upon passing Sparky he raises his hands and gives him the "What can you do" look.
Discover and conceive the secret wealth
And pass it unto your breed
Become your own congregation
Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration
We, who not deny the animal of our nature
We, who yearn to preserve our liberation
We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire
We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength
Darth steps back against the far ring ropes as Jaggeroth rolls into the ring. The music stops but the house lights still emit their unearthly red glow. Johnny, Seraphiel and Green Spark each take a side of the ring and wait on the outside while Grimy enters standing next to Jaggeroth. The old pimp from the Bronx pulls out a mic and hands it to his seemingly indestructible client. The crowd is at the edge of their seats waiting for the returning Nebraskan Leviathan to address the man that put him on the shelf for almost a month. The masters of Hardcore stare into each others eyes, Darth waits for Jaggeroth to make the first move. Jaggeroth's voice comes out soft with a slight echo.
Darth...Almost a month ago we fought for that title you have hanging from your shoulder. You nearly killed me, and for that I must congratulate you. A weaker man would have fallen victim to my evil intent, his life would of been snuffed out in an instant but you fought on and escaped my malicious onslaught with your title in tact. You are one of the few men who I can honestly say I respect, that's why I've come out tonight to offer you something."
Darth:"You want a rematch?"
"No."
The crowd erupts, what could Jaggeroth have on his mind?
"As you can see, any blind man could see this coming, I've assemble a small army. We already have one set of titles as you can see."
Jaggeroth strokes the Silver Devil strapped to his stomach.
"At NeXuS I plan to add another jewel to the crown of my brothers at arm. A new age laid in the blood of the weak and the shadows will be written in GHW. I've entered my name into the NeXuS death match. Now this is where you come in, I need you Darth. You are shinning example of what I want in a general for my force and that championship you have there is your ticket in. Will you join me, together you and I can grasp the collar around the neck of GHW and choke it to death. Darth...will you be my second in command, will you join my Psychotic Circus?"
The thousands in attendance stand up, Jaggeroth was bringing the pain back to GHW. Darth strolls around the ring for a moment, readjusts his belt on his shoulder then gets into Jaggeroth's face. The Time Killer extends his hand out to the Lord of the Sith. Darth's eyes shoot down starring at the hand of Jaggeroth. The fans loose it, Darth shakes Jaggeroth's hand.
"Let us end the light...."
"Be warned though, Jaggeroth. It's Sith custom for the master's life to be ended by his subordinates. If I see one ounce of weakness in your soul, I'll strike you down myself and I will make it permanent..."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Seraphiel, Johnny and Green Spark enter the ring. Sparky seems to have something on his mind as he yanks the mic out of Jaggeroth's hand.
Green Spark:"Wait a minute here! Have you lost it more than usual? Mixing your meds up? Why in the hell are we letting him in? He nearly killed you at Total Carnage and you're just going to let him in? I had to bust my ass to earn the spots you gave me and Johnny. I could of been your general, not this fat geek."
Jaggeroth grabs the mic back enraged at his pupil's harsh words.
"Green Spark! I gave you specific orders to follow out in my absence. I told you to leave Darth alone until my return. But what do you go ahead and do? You strolled around the ring with a title you never earned. A title Darth and I fought to the death for I might add. A general in my army needs to be able to follow my orders to the letter, you failed me Sparky pure and simple. But don't worry, plans have been set in place for you, my most promising student. Plans that involve heaven and hell aligned."
The eyes of Green Spark light up at the sound of gaining tag team gold.
"I'm going to get the Golden Angel?"
"You could get the Golden Angel yes...Vortigen talked to me back stage after I entered my name into the NeXuS death match and the good Reverend informed me I was over due for a title defense. So that means on Sunday I have to pull a double shift. Now this is the interesting part...He told me I was going to have to pick a partner because a young and upcoming tag team was emerging in GHW...Green Spark, that team is you and Johnny. Consider our match at NeXuS your punishment for not listening."
Green Spark's eyes pop out of his skull as the crowd cheers on at the announcement of another spectacular match being added to the NeXuS card. Johnny looks at the panicking Green Spark and give him a "What can you do?" look. Jaggeroth grabs Sparky by the shoulder and tries to calm him down.
"Green Spark, win or lose at NeXuS we will still be brothers in arms. With me holding you under my wing there is nothing you can't accomplish. I will lead you safely down the war path..."
Jaggeroth's voice turns demonic as he pulls Green Spark in closer.
"Be warned! I've ended people for this title, last time you and I went at it...It was me who stood victorious...I will not hold back on you."
Grimy enters the mix as he grabs Darth's mic.
"Hey now...Kem on now guise...We're all friends here. The main point of this little sch-peel here is that the Psychotic Circus is back in town. Stronger then eva, and under the guidance of the manager to the stars, Grimy C. Whiskey."
Grimy tilts his head towards the hard camera with yet another shit eating grin, his mustache twitching as the camera zooms in on his smile. Jaggeroth punts Grimy in the arse sending the old pimp to the mat as the red fog starts to erupt from the turnbuckles. Grimy stands up and joins his new clients as they pose in the ring. The music starts up again as the five men join hands and raise them in the air while the fog pours over them. Minutes pass after they disappear from sight under the shroud of Jaggeroth's fog. After it clears the lights go back to normal, no one is standing in the ring as the music dies down.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if your just joining us at this very minute then you missed out. No superstar in the back will be safe, GHW is going to be brought down on its knees. The Circus has returned, Jaggeroth is playing for keeps this time. May God have mercy on our souls."
EOT
