Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 26, 2011 3:45:41 GMT -5
The shot opens to show a room, lighted just right, a little above the normal illumination one would find. The eye of the camera slowly pans, showing off three metal tables that look more like slabs, a long sink counter with several basins and facets, and numerous sharp tools one would normally find in a hospital. But the sight isn't what draws the viewers in, it's the continuous, god-awful thud that is heard off camera. As the camera pans around, it finally settles on Nicholas Carson standing upright, his back to the camera, his giant head slamming into a stacked metal housing over and over again, deep growls emitting from deep within him. A shiver crawls up the spine of many watching from the safety of their homes, and from those tucked tightly close with their family and friends in the stands. The Narcotic Necromancer turns, his arms slowly rising in a bit of an invitation, a trickle of blood flowing from the middle of his forehead down to the tip of his nose, then dripping off.
"Welcome to the morgue."
His arms drop as a look of abhorrence dominates his visage. With uncharacteristic calm he speaks, yet his words are laced with clear disdain.
"Full Circle. To you the shitknuckle fan, those two words are nothing but a cool name to slap on the biggest Pay Per View of the year, the granddaddy of them all, the grandest stage. It marks the end of a fiscal wrestling year for GHW, where a year's worth of rivalries come to a head and either end, or new ones begin, all to repeat next year. So on, times infinity. But for me, Full Circle means so much more. Three years ago I burst onto the scene in EVPW and quickly got the attention and jealously of Vladimir Strife, a man who until I came along, was the only one wiling to push the envelope to the ultra violent extreme. I matched his level of sickness and twisted ways, and he hated me for it. And I hated him because he represented all the ones who wronged me in my youth, the proverbial bully. We fought in two gruesome battles, both of which I lost, but in the end I won the war. I destroyed his personal life, shattered him mentally, and then KingBear picked the bones physically, ending his streak. But before I could lavish in my share of the triumph, my career was cut short by the cutthroat antics of backstage politics. Now, though, in just a few short weeks, what began 3 years ago will finally come full circle. Not only will I get to crush my enemies and dash them to pieces, I will get to carry on, to destroy more and more, along with my fellow Outcasts. All that stands in my way is two obstacles, Dominik Santiago and Hayden HardKore."
The Artist of Atrocities shakes his head and sighs, as if annoyed.
"Dominik Santiago... Did your parents build you a swing set facing a brick wall? Are you tripping on some acidic fever dream or something? Have you finally reached that point in your life where you lose all sense of reality? You toss up a video package where you appear in the back of an ambulance looking like a low income ghetto paramedic, then for 5 minutes straight you utter incoherent ramblings, half truths, and overall bullshit. Reality check, dipshit, there is no conspiracy. The fact of the matter is this, as good as you are you will still never achieve your biggest dream. Wanna know It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Because you dream too big, your mind plots out things that are unrealistic, and you wind up bitter and angry and pointing the finger at everyone else except yourself. Assassin, you're a liar, a fraud, and a thief. Who the hell are you to boost an ambulance and ride around spouting off about Smarky, when not an hour later, after the cameras have stopped rolling, you slip into your backstage politician suit and dive under his desk with your miracle working lips playing the slobber blues on his meat whistle! And that's not even the worse of it, because on top of all that, you're apparently suffering from a severe case of denial and delusion. Legion as the centerpiece for a new GHW? What? Legion this Legion that... what legion are you talking about, Dom? Take out that thesaurus you keep in your back pocket, you know, the one you give a quick glance over before each promo you do so you can sound more intelligent than you actually are. Got it? Ok, now, go to the Ls and look up Legion. What does it say, Dom? It says things like many, very many, populous, countless, multifarious you get the drift. Now look to your left and to your right and then behind you, what do you see? NOT A DAMN LEGION I ASSURE YOU! You're like a ostrich, Dommy. You've got your head buried in the dirt and are totally oblivious as to what has happened recently. Your Legion is no more, its defeated, we Outcasts made sure of that when we destroyed its cornerstone, Cut Squad. We made Kahlan see the fallacy that is you and she left, then we beat Shawn senseless and left him hanging out to dry. That's who you have now? Shawn Dreamer? Isn't he the guy that each one of us has defeated no less than 47 times a piece? The guy is nothing more than a mannequin that you prop up in the corner, except he's a mannequin that can speak. He's a mindless drone, a warm body, a statistic so you can keep an extra title over your shoulder in your shitty bid to be just like Hayden HardKore, with a bad guy twist. But, honestly, holding a tag title in a fed where there's no real tag division is alot like being the Mayor of a town with no population, so you're not really doing much for yourself."
His rant seemingly over, the Mauler paces for a few seconds then punches the metal housing portals of the morgue, before turning back to the camera, seething a little bit.
"Claims to fame. Really, Dom? Seriously? There's a reason why people will remember my match with Vlad before they'll remember yours with him, and that's because even in defeat I put up a fight. When you faced him, it was like you weren't even trying. When I faced him, I beat him so bad that he lost the will to fucking live. Kamil Fathi? He "defeated" me in one match, but I obliterated his shoulder so badly that he was forced to retire soon thereafter. Where's Kamil at now? Probably at some out patient rehab center still getting his shoulder worked on, because just like that worthless moon god of his, he's a weak ass pussy. Again, lost the battle but won the war, are you picking up on the theme here? But, Santiago, really who are you to bring up claims to fame? Your only claims to fame, aside from being an inconsistent prick, is getting demolished by Metal Dragon more times than there are stars in the sky, stealing Mattie O's thumbtack chair because you lacked the creativity to do something else, jacking some WCW hack's finisher and renaming it SKO because again you are an unoriginal fuck who couldn't come up with something on his own, and of course the longest reigning non-defending champion in EVPW. At least I had enough respect for wrestling to introduce a nail gun and the People's Penis, and I actually defended the title I won. Enough about the past though, Assassin, let's talk about the future, Full Circle. You're not gonna get the same Carson as you did at RWB. You won't get the luxury of knowing in advance what the match will be, nor will you be the only one granted same style matches as in Hangman's Horror. I was out of shape, over confident, lazy, had 3 matches in one year, and ring rust like hell. Kinda funny, I still almost beat you. This time you're getting the very best. I'm going to shred you, gumboil you, then rip that thesaurus from your asshole and clobber you to death with it. At Full Circle, Lord of the Ostrich, it's not gonna be a conspiracy thing or money thing or a sell out thing, it's going to be a me kicking your ass thing. I am going to render you FUBAR. Trying looking that up in your thesaurus, bitch."
Still fuming, Nicholas changes course and calms himself a bit, before continuing.
"As for you, Hayden - Mr. Wolverina-With-A-Dick. That beating I gave you on TNT and the follow up mauling we Outcasts dished to you wasn't random. It wasn't just Outcasts being Outcasts. No, see, you remind me of those from my youth who tortured me. No, not the bullies, as you may think. These were the influential ones, the good guys, the ones you just KNEW would stick up for the little guy, the people who actually had the power to stop the bullying. But that never happened. Every time I'd get pinned to a wall and beat down, the Hayden HardKores would walk by with their heads in their books as if they didn't see a thing, or they'd do an about-face and walk away, or they'd rubberneck the scene without lifting a finger to help. WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME, HAYDEN? It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! YOU LET THEM TAKE MY SHOES AND COOKIES! I hate you Hayden HardKore, but I must thank you, for now I have a face, a singular face, that I can put on every one of those 'good guys' that never helped - and that face is yours. At Full Circle I'm going to cave that face in with my fist, then fuck it with my dick. What I did to you on TNT was just a taste, it was foreplay for me, in fact I still have the sweat and shampoo mixture scent of your hair on my hands. I haven't washed them since I destroyed you Tuesday, I just can't do it. I love how your defeat smells. But even so, I detest everything about you. The nice car you drive, your walk, your laugh, your smile, your fagot sunshades, the gum you chew, your attire, your height, your weight, your old ass age, I despise everything about you. You were the star football player, the home coming king, all that. But at Full Circle you'll be nothing but my bitch, and no amount of Geritol/Centrum Silver combo-boosters you do can save you. To hell with your titles, Hayden, I just want to rip off your head and skull fuck you."
With those poetic words, the Mauler turns but then stops and chuckles.
"Almost forgot."
He grabs two handles on the metal housing and pulls as he walks toward the camera, extending the empty morgue tables from the "freezer keeper."
"I went ahead and reserved spots for the two of ya here at the ol' morgue. Don't say I never did anything for ya."
With that, Carson walks a few steps then pulls another out, this one occupied by a deceased 30 year old sexy female. After undoing the bag from around her, thus exposing her to the world (of course, the black censor things appear over her private spot), Nicky brings a lamp into view, its shading off so that the bulb shines brightly and warm. He lowers the light toward the lady's special place.
"Oh, look, a vagina, just like Dom. Chow time, yummies."
Scene quickly ends.
EOT
"Welcome to the morgue."
His arms drop as a look of abhorrence dominates his visage. With uncharacteristic calm he speaks, yet his words are laced with clear disdain.
"Full Circle. To you the shitknuckle fan, those two words are nothing but a cool name to slap on the biggest Pay Per View of the year, the granddaddy of them all, the grandest stage. It marks the end of a fiscal wrestling year for GHW, where a year's worth of rivalries come to a head and either end, or new ones begin, all to repeat next year. So on, times infinity. But for me, Full Circle means so much more. Three years ago I burst onto the scene in EVPW and quickly got the attention and jealously of Vladimir Strife, a man who until I came along, was the only one wiling to push the envelope to the ultra violent extreme. I matched his level of sickness and twisted ways, and he hated me for it. And I hated him because he represented all the ones who wronged me in my youth, the proverbial bully. We fought in two gruesome battles, both of which I lost, but in the end I won the war. I destroyed his personal life, shattered him mentally, and then KingBear picked the bones physically, ending his streak. But before I could lavish in my share of the triumph, my career was cut short by the cutthroat antics of backstage politics. Now, though, in just a few short weeks, what began 3 years ago will finally come full circle. Not only will I get to crush my enemies and dash them to pieces, I will get to carry on, to destroy more and more, along with my fellow Outcasts. All that stands in my way is two obstacles, Dominik Santiago and Hayden HardKore."
The Artist of Atrocities shakes his head and sighs, as if annoyed.
"Dominik Santiago... Did your parents build you a swing set facing a brick wall? Are you tripping on some acidic fever dream or something? Have you finally reached that point in your life where you lose all sense of reality? You toss up a video package where you appear in the back of an ambulance looking like a low income ghetto paramedic, then for 5 minutes straight you utter incoherent ramblings, half truths, and overall bullshit. Reality check, dipshit, there is no conspiracy. The fact of the matter is this, as good as you are you will still never achieve your biggest dream. Wanna know It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Because you dream too big, your mind plots out things that are unrealistic, and you wind up bitter and angry and pointing the finger at everyone else except yourself. Assassin, you're a liar, a fraud, and a thief. Who the hell are you to boost an ambulance and ride around spouting off about Smarky, when not an hour later, after the cameras have stopped rolling, you slip into your backstage politician suit and dive under his desk with your miracle working lips playing the slobber blues on his meat whistle! And that's not even the worse of it, because on top of all that, you're apparently suffering from a severe case of denial and delusion. Legion as the centerpiece for a new GHW? What? Legion this Legion that... what legion are you talking about, Dom? Take out that thesaurus you keep in your back pocket, you know, the one you give a quick glance over before each promo you do so you can sound more intelligent than you actually are. Got it? Ok, now, go to the Ls and look up Legion. What does it say, Dom? It says things like many, very many, populous, countless, multifarious you get the drift. Now look to your left and to your right and then behind you, what do you see? NOT A DAMN LEGION I ASSURE YOU! You're like a ostrich, Dommy. You've got your head buried in the dirt and are totally oblivious as to what has happened recently. Your Legion is no more, its defeated, we Outcasts made sure of that when we destroyed its cornerstone, Cut Squad. We made Kahlan see the fallacy that is you and she left, then we beat Shawn senseless and left him hanging out to dry. That's who you have now? Shawn Dreamer? Isn't he the guy that each one of us has defeated no less than 47 times a piece? The guy is nothing more than a mannequin that you prop up in the corner, except he's a mannequin that can speak. He's a mindless drone, a warm body, a statistic so you can keep an extra title over your shoulder in your shitty bid to be just like Hayden HardKore, with a bad guy twist. But, honestly, holding a tag title in a fed where there's no real tag division is alot like being the Mayor of a town with no population, so you're not really doing much for yourself."
His rant seemingly over, the Mauler paces for a few seconds then punches the metal housing portals of the morgue, before turning back to the camera, seething a little bit.
"Claims to fame. Really, Dom? Seriously? There's a reason why people will remember my match with Vlad before they'll remember yours with him, and that's because even in defeat I put up a fight. When you faced him, it was like you weren't even trying. When I faced him, I beat him so bad that he lost the will to fucking live. Kamil Fathi? He "defeated" me in one match, but I obliterated his shoulder so badly that he was forced to retire soon thereafter. Where's Kamil at now? Probably at some out patient rehab center still getting his shoulder worked on, because just like that worthless moon god of his, he's a weak ass pussy. Again, lost the battle but won the war, are you picking up on the theme here? But, Santiago, really who are you to bring up claims to fame? Your only claims to fame, aside from being an inconsistent prick, is getting demolished by Metal Dragon more times than there are stars in the sky, stealing Mattie O's thumbtack chair because you lacked the creativity to do something else, jacking some WCW hack's finisher and renaming it SKO because again you are an unoriginal fuck who couldn't come up with something on his own, and of course the longest reigning non-defending champion in EVPW. At least I had enough respect for wrestling to introduce a nail gun and the People's Penis, and I actually defended the title I won. Enough about the past though, Assassin, let's talk about the future, Full Circle. You're not gonna get the same Carson as you did at RWB. You won't get the luxury of knowing in advance what the match will be, nor will you be the only one granted same style matches as in Hangman's Horror. I was out of shape, over confident, lazy, had 3 matches in one year, and ring rust like hell. Kinda funny, I still almost beat you. This time you're getting the very best. I'm going to shred you, gumboil you, then rip that thesaurus from your asshole and clobber you to death with it. At Full Circle, Lord of the Ostrich, it's not gonna be a conspiracy thing or money thing or a sell out thing, it's going to be a me kicking your ass thing. I am going to render you FUBAR. Trying looking that up in your thesaurus, bitch."
Still fuming, Nicholas changes course and calms himself a bit, before continuing.
"As for you, Hayden - Mr. Wolverina-With-A-Dick. That beating I gave you on TNT and the follow up mauling we Outcasts dished to you wasn't random. It wasn't just Outcasts being Outcasts. No, see, you remind me of those from my youth who tortured me. No, not the bullies, as you may think. These were the influential ones, the good guys, the ones you just KNEW would stick up for the little guy, the people who actually had the power to stop the bullying. But that never happened. Every time I'd get pinned to a wall and beat down, the Hayden HardKores would walk by with their heads in their books as if they didn't see a thing, or they'd do an about-face and walk away, or they'd rubberneck the scene without lifting a finger to help. WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME, HAYDEN? It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! YOU LET THEM TAKE MY SHOES AND COOKIES! I hate you Hayden HardKore, but I must thank you, for now I have a face, a singular face, that I can put on every one of those 'good guys' that never helped - and that face is yours. At Full Circle I'm going to cave that face in with my fist, then fuck it with my dick. What I did to you on TNT was just a taste, it was foreplay for me, in fact I still have the sweat and shampoo mixture scent of your hair on my hands. I haven't washed them since I destroyed you Tuesday, I just can't do it. I love how your defeat smells. But even so, I detest everything about you. The nice car you drive, your walk, your laugh, your smile, your fagot sunshades, the gum you chew, your attire, your height, your weight, your old ass age, I despise everything about you. You were the star football player, the home coming king, all that. But at Full Circle you'll be nothing but my bitch, and no amount of Geritol/Centrum Silver combo-boosters you do can save you. To hell with your titles, Hayden, I just want to rip off your head and skull fuck you."
With those poetic words, the Mauler turns but then stops and chuckles.
"Almost forgot."
He grabs two handles on the metal housing and pulls as he walks toward the camera, extending the empty morgue tables from the "freezer keeper."
"I went ahead and reserved spots for the two of ya here at the ol' morgue. Don't say I never did anything for ya."
With that, Carson walks a few steps then pulls another out, this one occupied by a deceased 30 year old sexy female. After undoing the bag from around her, thus exposing her to the world (of course, the black censor things appear over her private spot), Nicky brings a lamp into view, its shading off so that the bulb shines brightly and warm. He lowers the light toward the lady's special place.
"Oh, look, a vagina, just like Dom. Chow time, yummies."
Scene quickly ends.
EOT
