Post by Metal Dragon on Oct 10, 2010 23:24:56 GMT -5
The ropes have finally been removed from the ring, over which hangs a roofed cage. A multitude of objects lie in the squared battleground. Some of these things are commonplace in hardcore wrestling, those being kendo sticks, trash cans, and the beloved steel chairs. However, more macabre weapons such as scissors, lighttubes, corn skewers, and even a cordless drill also lie in the mix. Everyone in the arena anticipates the next contest, even beginning to smell and taste the blood of its two combatants before the first of them has even entered.
Fuzz: "It's time. That's all that needs to be said."
Al: "This next match won't be for the faint of heart."
The lights finally dim and Metal Dragon is visible on the big screen, sitting in a dimly-lit room wearing black wrestling tights, black boots, and his infamous "Metal Dragon: It Satisfies" t-shirt that spoofs the packaging of his favorite smokeless tobacco. MD lets out a sigh, then swallows an empty mouth, yet the feelings running rampant through him make it feel like a bowling ball is being shoved down his esophagus. The Man of Golden Words pauses for a moment, then begins singing a very fitting song.
MD: "When I die, put that bottle in my hand.
All these years on Earth, it was my only friend.
When you dig a hole and gonna bury me,
Put that bottle of Jim Beam to rest beside me."
"All my life I've been living on the run,
Hanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyone.
Living on the road, running from coast to coast,
Spending many nights in jail like a gunman at his post."
"When I die, you don't have to cry.
You don't have to feel no feelings inside."
"Never cared or had no feelings for no one.
The only one I cared for was the one who made me cum.
Lived my life like a loner on the trail,
Some of the nights in jail, I couldn't afford no bail."
"No one to call, no one to see me through,
So I bought a gun one day and I came gunning after you.
Living on the road,
Playing scumfuck rock and roll.
I'm on the road and I haven't got no home."
"Never lived nowhere long enough to call home,
I'm just an outlaw scumfuck playing my rock and roll.
Never had nothing that could keep me satisfied,
'Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my side.
She was no woman but she's good enough for me,
She's got that cunt between her legs and that's all I need."
"So when I die, put that bottle by my side.
Bury me with old Jim Beam and I'll be on my hellride.
When I die, when I die.
Down to hell is my final destination."
"When I die, put that bottle by my side,
It's the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfied.
Living on the run, you'll never take me out alive.
I bought a gun, I'm leaving now, bye bye, bye bye..."
A shadow appears over MD, making him snap out of his musical trance. A man, obviously a backstage worker, speaks up to the Tennessean superstar.
"Uh, Dragon... The GM says you've gotta get out there."
Dragon sighs and gets to his feet, glaring a hole through the small stagehand, who begins backing up. The former New Age Champion then walks off, but not before uttering one order to the man.
"...Don't mourn me."
The big screen turns off and the lights go back up briefly while Metal Dragon makes his way toward the entrance area, a funeral bell no doubt tolling inside his mind and heart the entire time. The crowd sits in awed silence, still shocked at the changes they've seen in a man they're still used to loving and cheering as he brings a smile to their faces. Instead, they received a shell of a self-hating monster to witness the self-destruction of. The bell sounds three times and Charlie Coors prepares to explain the ground rules - or lack thereof.
Coors: "The following is the first of two feature main events tonight, and it is the ASYLUM CAGE DEATHMATCH! There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications, and no technical knockouts! The only way to defeat your opponent in this structure is to batter him to the point where he can not answer a 10-count with ANY reaction! Rather than the conventional standing 10-count in other matches, ANY movement or speech by a downed combatant will break the count!"
"Funeralopolis" by Electric Wizard begins to play as the lights quickly dim down again and the usual MD video shows on the tron.
"It's been talked about, it's been shown plenty of times, and we also aren't allowed to show footage of where this all started anyway... Everyone here and watching at home knows how much these two men want each others' blood spilled. What started as a sensible quest for revenge and just wanting another shot at the legendary Vladimir Strife, for Metal Dragon, has turned into a twisted psychopath not being able to get that monkey off of his back."
"Monkey off of his back? Yeah, if you wanna call it that, he's getting it off his back tonight. This is the Metal Dragon that rose from a nobody in GHW to a main event megastar over the course of a summer due to letting his mean side dominate."
After a minute and a half, a heavy and distorted guitar riff kicks in. Red lights illuminate the entranceway, in which Metal Dragon appears. Some fans cheer the icon, while some boo the new leaf he's turned, yet meanwhile many sit in silence, still having no idea what to think of the man. MD begins his journey down the aisle, facing down, not acknowledging the fans one bit. His mind set on one thing, that being the dismemberment of Vladimir Tepes Strife, the Metallic One begins circling the ring upon reaching it, taking a quick lap while breathing heavily.
"...I don't want to know what's going on in his head right now."
"We're going to find out once Vlad gets out here."
"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is a former holder of FIVE different GHW championships... This is Metal Dragon!"
MD climbs onto the ring apron and steps over a few weapons, looking around at a few as he gets into the center of the squared battleground that he and another man are about to turn into their own version of hell. Saying nothing, Dragon sits down in the center of the ring, then grabs a lighttube that lies next to him. The Man of Golden Words puts the weapon between his legs, one end resting on the ground while he leans his head forward, resting his forehead against the cold glass cylinder. "Funeralopolis" fades out and a shade of quiet falls over the entire venue, building suspense for the arrival of the GodKing.
"...Metal Dragon, may God have mercy on your soul."
TBC Vlad
Fuzz: "It's time. That's all that needs to be said."
Al: "This next match won't be for the faint of heart."
The lights finally dim and Metal Dragon is visible on the big screen, sitting in a dimly-lit room wearing black wrestling tights, black boots, and his infamous "Metal Dragon: It Satisfies" t-shirt that spoofs the packaging of his favorite smokeless tobacco. MD lets out a sigh, then swallows an empty mouth, yet the feelings running rampant through him make it feel like a bowling ball is being shoved down his esophagus. The Man of Golden Words pauses for a moment, then begins singing a very fitting song.
MD: "When I die, put that bottle in my hand.
All these years on Earth, it was my only friend.
When you dig a hole and gonna bury me,
Put that bottle of Jim Beam to rest beside me."
"All my life I've been living on the run,
Hanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyone.
Living on the road, running from coast to coast,
Spending many nights in jail like a gunman at his post."
"When I die, you don't have to cry.
You don't have to feel no feelings inside."
"Never cared or had no feelings for no one.
The only one I cared for was the one who made me cum.
Lived my life like a loner on the trail,
Some of the nights in jail, I couldn't afford no bail."
"No one to call, no one to see me through,
So I bought a gun one day and I came gunning after you.
Living on the road,
Playing scumfuck rock and roll.
I'm on the road and I haven't got no home."
"Never lived nowhere long enough to call home,
I'm just an outlaw scumfuck playing my rock and roll.
Never had nothing that could keep me satisfied,
'Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my side.
She was no woman but she's good enough for me,
She's got that cunt between her legs and that's all I need."
"So when I die, put that bottle by my side.
Bury me with old Jim Beam and I'll be on my hellride.
When I die, when I die.
Down to hell is my final destination."
"When I die, put that bottle by my side,
It's the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfied.
Living on the run, you'll never take me out alive.
I bought a gun, I'm leaving now, bye bye, bye bye..."
A shadow appears over MD, making him snap out of his musical trance. A man, obviously a backstage worker, speaks up to the Tennessean superstar.
"Uh, Dragon... The GM says you've gotta get out there."
Dragon sighs and gets to his feet, glaring a hole through the small stagehand, who begins backing up. The former New Age Champion then walks off, but not before uttering one order to the man.
"...Don't mourn me."
The big screen turns off and the lights go back up briefly while Metal Dragon makes his way toward the entrance area, a funeral bell no doubt tolling inside his mind and heart the entire time. The crowd sits in awed silence, still shocked at the changes they've seen in a man they're still used to loving and cheering as he brings a smile to their faces. Instead, they received a shell of a self-hating monster to witness the self-destruction of. The bell sounds three times and Charlie Coors prepares to explain the ground rules - or lack thereof.
Coors: "The following is the first of two feature main events tonight, and it is the ASYLUM CAGE DEATHMATCH! There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications, and no technical knockouts! The only way to defeat your opponent in this structure is to batter him to the point where he can not answer a 10-count with ANY reaction! Rather than the conventional standing 10-count in other matches, ANY movement or speech by a downed combatant will break the count!"
"Funeralopolis" by Electric Wizard begins to play as the lights quickly dim down again and the usual MD video shows on the tron.
"It's been talked about, it's been shown plenty of times, and we also aren't allowed to show footage of where this all started anyway... Everyone here and watching at home knows how much these two men want each others' blood spilled. What started as a sensible quest for revenge and just wanting another shot at the legendary Vladimir Strife, for Metal Dragon, has turned into a twisted psychopath not being able to get that monkey off of his back."
"Monkey off of his back? Yeah, if you wanna call it that, he's getting it off his back tonight. This is the Metal Dragon that rose from a nobody in GHW to a main event megastar over the course of a summer due to letting his mean side dominate."
After a minute and a half, a heavy and distorted guitar riff kicks in. Red lights illuminate the entranceway, in which Metal Dragon appears. Some fans cheer the icon, while some boo the new leaf he's turned, yet meanwhile many sit in silence, still having no idea what to think of the man. MD begins his journey down the aisle, facing down, not acknowledging the fans one bit. His mind set on one thing, that being the dismemberment of Vladimir Tepes Strife, the Metallic One begins circling the ring upon reaching it, taking a quick lap while breathing heavily.
"...I don't want to know what's going on in his head right now."
"We're going to find out once Vlad gets out here."
"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is a former holder of FIVE different GHW championships... This is Metal Dragon!"
MD climbs onto the ring apron and steps over a few weapons, looking around at a few as he gets into the center of the squared battleground that he and another man are about to turn into their own version of hell. Saying nothing, Dragon sits down in the center of the ring, then grabs a lighttube that lies next to him. The Man of Golden Words puts the weapon between his legs, one end resting on the ground while he leans his head forward, resting his forehead against the cold glass cylinder. "Funeralopolis" fades out and a shade of quiet falls over the entire venue, building suspense for the arrival of the GodKing.
"...Metal Dragon, may God have mercy on your soul."
TBC Vlad