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Post by The Masked Marauder on Feb 2, 2011 23:50:39 GMT -5
"The following contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first."
"Standing six feet five inches tall and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds. He is from a city I can not pronounce but in a province simply known as 'Worlds Unknown', The Masked Marauder."
He appears from the tunnel dressed in black from head to toe with the exception of the menacing silver mask on his face. His attire is similar to that of the ancient Persian Immortals portrayed in the blockbuster movie 300. The fans give a nice mixed response to the man, some liking the promo he did against one Dominik Santiago, some not. He walks down the ramp holding a commanding presence about him without ever acknowledging the fans, there's just something about him.
"Congrats go to GHW for hiring another wack job to the ranks. For those of you who did not see his promo recently, lets just sum it up for you as simply eerie."
"It was worse than that. I wanted to dig a hole in the floor and hide. The man is scary. Regardless of all that though, the stakes are high right now for the Marauder and his opponent Sonneilon. Not much is known about him either. I like these types of matches. Debut vs Debut, can't beat it."
The masked man slowly climbs the steps and steps though the ropes into the ring, where he drops to his knees facing Mecca and bows whilst his music fades into nothingness.
Continued by my opponent
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Post by Jeffrey Cooper on Feb 4, 2011 2:12:28 GMT -5
Consider this as my entrance. I will edit it as soon as I reach home. I'm in school right now.
Edit: Ryan gave me permission to enter in this match.
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Post by sonneillon on Feb 5, 2011 17:58:22 GMT -5
The malevolent Masked Marauder stands menacingly in the middle of the ring as Jeffrey Cooper walks around him after making his uneventful entrance to which the fans did not acknowledge at all as he is a complete unknown. Jeffrey climbs to the second turnbuckle pad to try and play to the fans when suddenly the loud percussions of the symphonic black metal orchestration of Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy by Dimmu Borgir blares throughout the arena followed by the demonic scream of the band's front-man. The Fuzz: The Hell is this...A behemoth of a man is seen on the entrance stage, standing intimidatingly and frozen with an angry, yet calm expression on his face. The mini-colossus is donned in black boots, and solid black wrestling trunks on his herculean-like body, with his muscles bulging and protruding at nearly every point on his person. Standing next to him is a shadowy figure clad in black boots, and a very large black, buttoned up silk robe with red, occult-like, satanic symbols all over, and the hood hanging enigmatically over his head, casting a shadow over his already darkly bearded face. The fans are generally quiet, unsure as to how to respond to these mysterious two men. Charlie Coors: On his way to the ring... Accompanied by... Um... On his way to the ring... Sonny-!... Sunny... SUNNY LAWN!...The apparition of two faces in disgust Invisible but yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image Eager to leave further but chained still As the first verse begins, the two begin marching down to the ring, with the larger man never taking his eyes off the ring, and staying in a perfectly linear path the whole way there. The smaller man follows alongside with his face still shadowed by the hood, and his hands held up in front of his body with his palms facing the heavens as if he is in the middle of a ritual the entire duration of his march down to the ring. Big Al: Well what do you know, another pair of freaks. This night just keeps getting better. But would you get a look at the size of that monster, Fuzz?The Fuzz: Hard not to, Al. Apparently that's Sonneillon - gonna have to remind Coors of how to say that later - and he's quite the specimen. He's only got half of my attention though, what's really peaking my attention is the hooded freak with him, and why he's with him. I'm guessing that's Sonneillon's manager?Big Al: Management never tells us anything.The Fuzz: Well I'm thinking the less I know about that guy, the better.
To crumble into such nothingness A despairing fate, for your lies To pretend is the lunatics legacy Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy
The hooded man makes his way into the ring after walking up the steel steps and along the ring apron, followed by Sonneillon. As Coors is stepping in between the ropes on the opposite side of the ring from where the pair entered, the hooded man walks over to where he is exiting, and pulls Coors back into the ring by the back of his shirt collar, turns him around, and pushes him handily into one of the turnbuckle corners. The Fuzz: Hey! What the Hell is going on!?The hooded man keeps his forearm loosely against Coors throat, loose enough to where he's not choking him, but tight enough to keep him contained in the corner. With his free hand he jerks the microphone out of Coors, and then turns his head to see Sonneillon standing face-to-face with The Masked Marauder in the center of the ring, who he stares at furiously while the shadowy sultan reciprocates the favor by staring back through the mask relentlessly. Big Al: Now this is what I wanna see! These two big men go at it, but what the hell is that creepy fella up to with Charlie?The Fuzz: I don't know but he needs to stop this instance so that these three men can start the match. Well, I say three, but Cooper looks shell-shocked.Jeffrey Cooper stands in one of the turnbuckle corners apprehensively and unsure as to what to do as he looks from Sonneillon and The Masked Marauder staring each other down, to the hooded man with the microphone keeping Coors contained in the corner. The tension in the ring builds to paramount heights in the following seconds, with no one making a move... Big Al: Somethings gotta give...Finally, the hooded figure nods his head at Sonneillon, who sees the head nod out of his peripherals, because he has yet to take his eyes off of the Arabic terror. TBCB The Masked Marauder (Cooper, TMM PMed me reserving this next spot, so just let him post)
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Post by The Masked Marauder on Feb 6, 2011 9:25:30 GMT -5
After the exchange of nods is complete, setting their plan in motion, the hooded man unloads on Charlie Coors with the talking end of the microphone, sending a loud staticy thud reverberating throughout the building. The announcer turned victim drops to his keyster as if slain by an Assassin's bullet, unconscious to the fact that the hooded manager had now begun to boot stomp him with intense hatred. As this happens Sonneilon nods to The Masked Marauder and the two lunge at the caught-off-guard newcomer, Jeffrey Cooper. They each hike up a powerful leg, one slamming against Cooper's chest, the other one against his kisser, sending the slightly smaller man flying backward into the padded corner. Jeff has little time to recover as he's grabbed by the wrist immediately and Irish Whipped by TMM right into the massive arms of Sonneilon, who lifts him straight up and onto his giant shoulder before crisply changing directions and planting him onto the canvas with a back splattering Spine Buster, or as Sonneilon calls it, "Possession." The referee, befuddled about the acts laid out before him, just looks around for a moment and appears to be fixing to call for the bell to ring to officially start the match, but he's stopped dead in his tracks by the terrifying Sultan of Slaughter. The Masked Marauder heaves him high into the air with one hand, easily handling the puny mortal with ease before walking over and Choke slamming him from the inside of the ring to the outside. The Fuzz: What in the hell is going on here? What has just happened?Big Al: Beats the hell out of me, what kinda damn hiring standards do we have in GHW these days? This is ridiculous.The fans stand in paralyzing fear, unsure about the very unusual events playing out inside the ring. The two huge men in the ring look around and rest their gazes upon the mysterious hooded man, who now has his foot on Coors' throat and is using all his weight to crush the man's most important asset related to his job. If would be of no sleepless nights if Charlie Coors never got to announce again, the cruel bastard surmises as he continues the horrific deed. After seeing all they need to see, the two turn their ire elsewhere and exit the ring in a hurry. Sonnneilon quickly grabs the nameless time keeper and lifts him into a one-handed Military Press position before dropping him sternum first across the top section of the security barrier, sending him flopping back to the floor unmoving. Just for good measure, or shits and giggles, the humongous man puts a few well placed boots across the motionless man's head. Meanwhile, on the other end of the spectrum, The Masked Marauder has claimed a lowly cameraman and blasts him in the side of the head with the very tool of his trade, destroying the media device he'd been prepping as well as some of the guy's brain meat. The Sultan doesn't stop there. He reaches down and slowly picks up the depleted, scrawny and pimply faced kid and shoves his head between his legs before pulling him upward so that he rests upon his shoulders. The masked terror then rushes full speed a few steps and releases the guy, Powerbombing him straight through the single cheap table that houses Big Al and The Fuzz. The Fuzz: AHHHHHH! What the hell? Are you guys insane?Big Al: Fuzz, shut the hell up, they are looking at us. Fuzz.. Fuzz RUN!The popular commentating duo try to make it over the barricade but are each grabbed by the leg and pulled back into the battlefield. Sonneilon grabs Big Al by the front of his attire and lifts him up while turning to his right quickly, then releases him with a free style strong toss that lands the mouthy man on top of the steel steps, a sickening stomach churning sound resonating from the impact. His partner in crime, the masked terror, takes a different route, settling with force feeding The Fuzz some fully loaded knuckle sandwiches with all the fixings rather than tossing him against hard objects. A loud plop gets the two mens' attention and they look around, noticing that the mysterious hooded figure had heaved Charlie Coors over the ropes to the outside. They leave their preys and converge on the man, pointing and more less directing the hooded pain-giver to the only table left standing the time keeper's table. The hooded man nods and picks the man up and places him across his shoulders, carrying him to the spot where he suddenly Death Valley Drivers him right through it. The arena stands in shock and disbelief, many hands over mouths and eyes, some booing while others simply watch on with moisture seeping from the ducts of their eyes. This had clearly been a plan but how? It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! It just didn't make sense. The Masked Marauder grabs the mic once used by the now incapacitated Coors. The Masked Marauder: This right here is what happens when you disrespect the wrong class of warriors. Sonneilon and I, as well as his manager here, have worked our asses off in various independent wrestling federations for years on top of years. GHW finally gives us a call, even allows me to cut a promo where I stake claim to the future destruction of one Dominik Santiago, and they promised Sonneilon and his manager air time to make known their desires in this federation, yet what did they do afterward? They stick us in a non televised dark match betwixt two EVO rookie matches, and even blocked Sonneilon and his manager from airing their promo due to "questionable content". So general manager Smarky Mark, you want to relegate us to this? To not put veterans like us on tv? Fine then, we have now made sure, as you can see by the carnage all around, that your pay per view here that goes on air shortly, will be dark so very dark for everyone else as well. Now, please, all rise and pay homage to the man who Allah sends blessings to and who also speaks with great wisdom and knowledge. He is the man whose keenness and understanding of dark sentences have brought Sonneilon and I together for a common purpose, oh yes!The Masked Marauder hands the microphone over to the mysterious hooded manager whilst yelling in celebratory manner........... ALLAHU AKBAR!TBCB Hooded dude. Disclaimer: Jeffrey Cooper wins by default. Sonneilon and I were going to do this anyway, but Cooper got thrown in at the last minute. We're sorry, man. And don't fret guys and gals, just because this happened during the dark match and wasn't televised doesn't mean we won't be rearing our heads during the aired PPV itself. Just keep those eyes peeled, we're coming and will tie all of this in perfectly with the aired PPV.
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Post by sonneillon on Feb 6, 2011 15:06:49 GMT -5
The verbal assault from the crowd really begins picking up after The Masked Marauder is done speaking, and yelling his praise to Allah. From the depths of the crowd a few fans begin to yell out in disdain to the three men in the ring. Eventually the other fans pick up on it as well. Soon enough, nearly the whole arena is chanting along together. Fans: ASSHOLES! ASSHOLES! ASSHOLES! ASSHOLES!Inside of the ring, the hooded man simply stands with his head seemingly bowed, as Sonneillon and The Masked Marauder are now standing on either side. Finally, the hooded figure lifts his head and tilts it back, and the hood falls off to reveal a bald man, with a dark, thick beard, a black, circular symbol painted around his right eye with triangles protruding from it, and a grimace upon his face. He looks left and right, scanning the fans in attendance before raising the microphone. He has a husky, raw voice, one that penetrates the jeering of the fans and garners all the attention in the arena due to the sheer magnitude of the words that are produced from his most unholy of vocal chords. "In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!"The fans boo quite loudly at this opening statement made by this mysterious man, even though they're all probably completely oblivious to what it means. They simply jeer out of sheer ignorance and disdain for their actions. "But for corruption thou hast made myself- Belial, an angel of hostility. All his dominions are in darkness, and his purpose is to bring about wickedness and guilt. All the spirits that are associated with him are but angels of destruction. And your Father hath proclaimed, 'I shall not comfort the oppressed until their path is perfect. I shall not retain Belial within my heart.' For the East and West toil upon broken soil - they must reach out and embrace enlightenment, and the South are damned for crucifixion upon themselves in revelation of their detestable existences. I am the North, the star of light, the bearer of darkness... The Truth. The torrent of death. Those of Benjamin who fornicate and adulate at Gibeah, the wicked Son of Eli, insolent Nabal, opposer of God’s anointed David, Rehoboam’s unsteady associate, Jezebel's conspirator against Naboth. I am mankind in general who stirs up contention. As it is spoken, it was written, it the way."The fans only grow louder in their growing hatred for the men in the ring, and particularly the ominous, cryptic Belial on the microphone who is speaking completely over the heads of everyone in attendance. He looks to his right at The Masked Marauder, and then to Sonneillon before looking out upon the crowd once more and shaking his head in disgust. His grimace become more intense by the moment as he continues preaching. "Belial hath spoken. The angels of anarchy have done their deed for this instance. The sacrament has been lamented. We are the sons of truth... We are the darkness in the hearts of everyone... We are the Sons of Darkness."Immediately the scream from the beginning of Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy is heard once more blaring throughout the arena accompanied by the roaring boos from the crowd. Belial places the microphone on the mat and then gives the crowd one last intense snarl before quickly snatching the hood of his robe over his head, shadowing his face once more. Belial then makes his departure from the ring accompanied by Sonneillon and The Masked Marauder, none of the men acknowledging the jeering fans during their exit to the back. The camera pans out one last time to scan the destruction that the Sons of Darkness left behind them. EOT OOC: Ryan, we're sorry about not asking permission to attack the NPCs. And Jeffrey, we are also sorry about not telling you about this.
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