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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Mar 30, 2007 4:05:52 GMT -5
As the fans are sitting around in their seats, they notice a man walking down to the ring. At a closer inspection, it's Vladimir Strife, holding a 3 foot long chain made of thick links in one hand, a crutch under his other arm. He makes his way down to the ring amidst a silent audience and slides the chain in, retrieving a microphone before rolling in. Vladimir reaches down and pats his Hardcore title, then reaches down more and picks his chain up, holding it with the hand of the arm on his crutch.
"Hello, inbreds! Ahahahah!"
Vladimir laughs as they boo him and scream at him. A man in the front row loudly screams "GO HOME, MOTHER F*CKER!".
Vladimir looks over to him sharply and points his arm at the man, the chain hanging down from it.
"Hey! I may be a mother f*cker, but at least it's not my own, Jethro!"
The fans boo Vladimir more as he looks towards the back.
"Now, if I may move on and get out my real purpose out here. I'm pretty sure you know it's not to bask in barnyard scents of this audience. I mean, come on! It smells like sh*t on a skunk in here! Hell, I know why it stinks in here and I'd explain it to the world and call you jackasses 'pig f*cker's, but I suck cocks, I already called you inbred once."
The fans boo more and a popcorn box flies at the ring, scatter popcorn across Vlad. He brushes it off and continues on.
"Yeah, real cute! Throw popcorn at me. News Flash: You're supposed to eat that sh*t. I know it's not pork and beans or gravy and biscuits but god damn it, think outside the box! Hell, think inside the box! Stupid f*cking hicks! Anyhow! I came out here to call out Human Wreckingball to the ring. Don't worry about bringing your pals... I have a proposal for you and it's just me out here, I've asked all of my partner's to let me do this alone."
The fans start to chant "WRECK-ING-BALL! WRECK-ING-BALL!".
"Come on! Your precious fans are waiting for you, Human Wreckingball! And while you're at it, bring that f*cking gun they use to shoot out prizes to the audience and a box of toothbrushes. They always told me the toothbrush was made in the south and looking around, I see why it's called a 'tooth'brush instead of a 'teeth'brush."
The audience boos him and chants "Wreckingball!" again.
"You know what you get when you add together every man, woman, and child in Loiusiana?..... A full set of teeth!"
The chants for Human Wreckingball get louder and louder as they wait for him to come shut Vladimir up.
TBCB Wreckingball only
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Mar 30, 2007 6:06:27 GMT -5
A while passes...
JP: Is Wreckingball even going to bother coming out to shut him up?
Ray: I honestly don't know, Jimmy. I honestly don't know.
JP: It is getting a bit late....
A man is standing at the top of the ramp....dressed in black boots, brightly coloured long wrestling pants, with the words "Wreckingball" printed on one leg, and the words "The New Era" printed on the other leg, with multicoloured flames rising up both legs. He is wearing a brightly coloured shirt with the words "The New Era" printed on the back across the shoulders...and wraparound sunglasses.
He stands at the top of the ramp, with a microphone in hand, looking down at Vlad...
Crowd: Wreckingball! Wreckingball!
Wreckingball: Thank you everyone...
The crowd cheer...
Wreckingball (sarcastically, with a hint of loathing): And thank you, Vlad...my most gracious host.
I'm not going to mock you or humiliate you...tonight. Because I would be out here all night and to be honest, the less the fans see of you, the better.
A man in the front row begins yellling obscenities at the stage...
Wreckingball: I think my enlightened friend at the front agrees. (The crowd laugh...) Vlad, what do you want? If you want a fight, then you should know I don't fight injured people.
Crowd: Wreckingball! Wreckingball!
Wreckingball: The longer I spend out here wasting my breath on you, the more likely it is Rhaps is going to start eating my ice cream, so I've got a brutal fight later anyway. (Crowd laugh)
JP: Maybe Wreckingball just came out here to stop Vlad annoying the fans...
Ray: I know Vlad hates the fans but I think he's sexy....I mean, look at Wreckingball. No amount of manicures could make him look good...
JP: .....
Wreckingball: So the best thing for you to do is tell me what you want...and get out. Because the fans like you even less than I do.
TBC
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Mar 30, 2007 6:40:02 GMT -5
Vladimir looks around at the booing audience.
"They hate me? I never noticed. Unlike you, Wreckingball... I don't need these 2 bit trailer trash wifebeaters to like me in order to feel good. I get by on skill, not popularity and not even you can deny that skill."
Vladimir stands tall, looking up the ramp at HW with exchanging glares. Vladimir lets out a yawn and speaks up again.
"The reason I called you out here is because I wanted to offer you something. A truce. Your fight was with the Coven, Wreckingball. As you well know, I am no longer a part of the Coven. Myself and my friends are The Titans. I offer you freedom from our might. However, it is not without a price. I will give you one lashing of my chain and in return, you will spare yourself and the New New Era from the wrath of the Titans."
Vladimir stands in the ring with the crutch under his arm and the chain hanging down, swinging side to side slowly. Vladimir lowers the microphone and awaits Wreckingball's response with his head held high, his face looking official and yet strong, as if he delivered the words of a God.
TBCB Wreckingball
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Mar 30, 2007 7:37:40 GMT -5
Wreckingball looks quiet and humble....as he walks silently down the ramp, Vlad with an ever more gloating expression on his face.....
But Wreckingball stops.
Wreckingball (quietly, and humbly...): You're right... I don't have a problem with the Titans, yet. So if you're so bent for a truce...why do you insist you lash me with your chain? Vlad...listen. We are the New Era. We do not come begging for freedom...we take it! So why not save your chain for your little ****buddies, they might enjoy it!
(The crowd begin laughing.....and cheering, as Vlad's gloating expression rapidly disappears...)
Wreckingball (a little louder...): Not all the Gods in history could bring down the Coven? Really, that was arrogant, even for you. I don't need to remind you what happened Sunday night...maybe all the Gods in history couldn't bring down the Coven...but four humble men did. We fought the Coven, Vlad...and the Coven didn't win.
JP: Wreckingball is looking very calm and peaceful tonight.
Wreckingball looks up, into the ring, at Vlad...
Wreckingball: Please don't waste my time anymore, Vlad...do you think a truce between us would last long? No! You would come out here, and insult the fans....people who have paid to be entertained, not insulted, and my friends and I would be powerless to stop you. So I offer you an alternative. Stay out of our way. Don't insult the people who keep you in a job...the fans. Just come out and fight honourably...and I will bother you no more.
Wreckingball turns and walks away from Vlad, back up the ramp, shaking his head sadly.
JP: Well that was no surprise.
Ray: I would have liked to see Vlad lash Wreckingball a bit.
JP: No, Wreckingball chose honour over peace....
TBC/ END?
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Mar 30, 2007 7:53:35 GMT -5
"You beat Jake Diamond and Soundlab. The Coven was destroyed at it's own hands, Wreckingball, not yours. Stop being an idiot. The Titans will destroy you under our might! You have one last chance... come down to this ring and take your lash... it is your submission to our power. You will suffer your pride, Wreckingball, but your pride is foolish. You are choosing it over your life and that of your friends.... Fans aside, you know The New Era is no match for us. Besides, should you avoid the pain of this chain tonight... it will not be for long. Fan Appreciation draws near Wreckingball... and you know who these fans want to see me destroy!"
Vladimir pushes his crutch aside and hobbles towards the entrance ramp.
"I offer you one last time! Accept your punishment and spare yourself a world of pain. For when Atlas drops his burden, it'll be on all who stand in our way. You know you can only run for so long... One of these days, you will stand in this ring and gaze across into the eyes of the man you've talked about for so long. Spare yourself this fate now, Wreckingball. Take your name off of the schedule."
Vladimir grins as Wreckingball turns around curiously.
"You heard me. Wreckingball... You are scheduled.... FOR DEMOLITION!!!"
tbc
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Mar 30, 2007 15:05:15 GMT -5
Wreckingball: Vlad....listen to me. I am already fighting your old friend Jake at "Fan Appreciation Night". Not that you would know what it is to appreciate the fans, but that's not my problem. That, Vlad...is yours, and one you will dearly pay for.
JP: A dangerous game played here by Wreckingball.
Wreckingball: Vlad....it is not my place to speak for my friends. The New Era are nothing like the Coven...or the Titans. We have no leader. We make all decisions fairly, between ourselves. That's why the New Era will always stick together....and why I can't make this decision without their input. I'm not going to betray their trust in me, if they want to fight....then I'll fight with them. If they want peace...then I will kneel.
*Vlad smirks....but loses the smirk quickly*
Wreckingball (coldly): I will discuss this with my friends further....for it is their decision as much as mine. If my friends choose to accept the Titans' offer of "mercy" (said with sarcasm)...then I will kneel before a member of your stable I choose. But be warned. Even if my friends agree...then this is only a truce. I will give you an answer as soon as possible. Try not to do anything stupid in the meantime.
Wreckingball turns, and leaves the arena...
TBC/ END?
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