Skull
Junior division
Posts: 21
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Post by Skull on Jul 3, 2009 14:40:11 GMT -5
The GHW arena is filled with the noise of the crowd who are finding their seats and chatting amongst themselves in anticipation for the night's event. Their conversations are brought to an abrupt halt when the arena lights fade out to near darkness then change colour, bathing the GHW arena in an eerie red glow. Suddenly the titantron springs to life and the words IT Came From Hell appear on it in dripping blood red letters as Sweet Dreams by Probot blasts out of the speakers. Recognizing the familiar entrance music, the fans give the GHW veteran a mixed reaction in the form of a drone of boos but with a few cheers fighting through.
Colin: It appears that we'll be starting the show off with an appearance from "The Pureblood". I know he's never been the nicest or most liked guy in GHW but I think the fans are starting to respect him for all the great matches he's put on.
Big Al: And so they should. He's a superior athlete, a pureblood. Not like these fat, ugly fans.
Colin: You might wanna look in a mirror, Al. Pot, kettle, black.
Skull steps out through the curtain and walks down the ramp wearing his usual gothic inspired ring gear, covered by a long, black, hooded cloak which hides his face from view. As he walks down the ramp, the self proclaimed 'prophet' has an air of purpose about him. Getting straight to business, he slides into the ring and relieves Charlie Coors of his microphone. As he begins to speak into it, he lowers his hood so that the fans can see him.
Skull: Ladies and Gentlemen. I come to you with a message. Once again, I've been observing the stars and they've told me something very interesting.
Colin: Well I guess he still thinks he's Mystic Meg, no change there. His last prediction didn't come true though did it?
Big Al: He had an off night. The stars were clouded with the mists of uncertainly.
Colin: I have no idea if you're being sarcastic or if you actually believe that and to be honest I don't wanna know.
Skull: The alignment is shifting and it has brought with it a new wave of talent. This isn't a prediction, this is fact. Last week, at TNT there were 4 eager young rookies backstage, clamoring for a piece of the action. These arrivals were foretold in the constellations and they will be the future of GHW. A transfusion of talent, injected into the veins of our company. So right now, I want to welcome them all officially to GHW. John Cena, Cain, Damien Drake and Johnny Black. Come on out.
Big Al: How nice of a veteran like Skull to welcome these new Fighty fighty persons into the company. Such a class act.
Colin: I don't know what kind of angle he's running but the only time Skull is interested in other people is when he thinks he can exploit them in some way.
Big Al: That was before he found the stars. He's a changed man now.
Colin: I'll believe it when I see it.
TBC by John Cena, Cain, Damien Drake or Johnny Black
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Post by xtremehardy on Jul 3, 2009 17:56:23 GMT -5
Skull waits patiently in the ring with the crowd abuzz all around him.The Tuesday Night Triumph stage remained noiseless and inactive until the lights dim and turn blue as a video lights up the Titantron. The Video of the Nihilist,Johnny Black gives life to the lifeless titantron as the now blue arena begins to strobe and blink.Fans have a mixed reaction to him,some boo,some cheer and some just sit and wonder who he is.The Nihilist himself steps out into view as Skull takes notice and watches him intently Colin:This must be none other then Johnny Black.Al,i can tell already that i don't like this guy,not one bit. Big Al:Colin,i don't think Johnny cares wether or not anybody likes him.I can tell by his body language that he isn't here to make friends. Black stands still on the stage with his black and blue dyed hair draped over his face and the sweat on his body glistening off the light that hits him.He is wearing a pair of jeans,a black affliction tee shirt,a black and white pair of Fallen skate shoes and is carrying a mic.A chain dangles from the side of his jeans indicating either his has a wallet or it has other purposes."Ten Ton Brick" continues to play as Johnny takes a step forwards onto the Triumph ramp which leads to the "Pureblood",Skull.The Pureblood's eyes stray away from Black for a split second and before Skull's realizes it,Johnny is standing right in front of him.The camera shows Skull's face and his pupils narrow at the sight of the Nihilist.However..he doesn't budge.Black raises his mic but Skull cuts him short and raises his own."Ten Ton Brick" cuts off and the lights return to normal. tbcb..Skull,Cain,Cena or Drake
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Post by cain on Jul 3, 2009 18:36:18 GMT -5
However, before Skull can even voice a word, every light in the arena dims slightly and fades across to a greener tint as a solo green spotlight shoots itself at the entrance tunnel. The sound of trumpets in a catchy little beat blares across the PA system while the audience, more in love with the song than anything, begin to hum along. As the “The Final Countdown” actually kicks in a man, roughly six feet in height, comes out carefully from out from behind the entrance curtain. Wearing an odd black mask with multiple green designs put all over it and long black pants with a similar design, the mysterious man walks very carefully around the entrance stage for no reason in particular. The audience, amused by the being’s odd antics, begin to lightly laugh and cheer for him. Big Al: “And who is this guy? He looks like his mask got into a fight with a blender.” Colin: “I believe they call him ‘Cain.’ I have no clue what GHW thought they could offer this guy but the fans seem to like him.” Big Al: “Finally, the fans have someone they can relate to. Some weird freak who’s so ugly he has to hide behind a mask. They should take his advice.” Colin: “Once again Al; Pot, kettle, black.”Still taking his time to pace around the entrance stage like some sort of lost animal, Cain peers down the entrance ramp into the ring at Skull and Johnny Black who stand inside looking out at this freak. Outside of the mask, Cain appears lost and disoriented, behind it and only known to his true emotions, the man who is Cain is smiling in an ever so twisted fashion. Suddenly, Cain charges down the ramp at a full sprint, his tassels from his mask flowing majestically in the wind before making it to the ring in an immediate time and sliding in under the bottom rope. Sliding in on his stomach, Cain rolls forward once his body fully enters and, totally avoiding Johnny Black and Skull, runs to a far turnbuckle and merely sits down patiently in it, staring out at the two men. Big Al: “And how do you explain that?” Colin: “It was a long run from the entrance stage to the ring, he must of got tired.” Big Al: “He doesn’t even look winded though, not in the slightest. He just looks... I can’t tell” Colin: “It’s probably because of the mask, just my guess.” Cain looks up at both Skull and Johnny Black who look back with a peculiarly thoughtful expression. The audience, as of this point, are still decently amused by the workers antics. Apparently showing no interest in the others at all, Cain continues to merely sit there without a movement or a sound. TBCB anyone involved (((OOC: It should be noted; Cain can’t talk. He’ll participate, he just enjoys charades and makeshift sign language.)))
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Post by feezah on Jul 3, 2009 23:34:10 GMT -5
While Skull and Black remained absolutely bewildered by the bizarre antics of GHW's newest acquisition Cain, the arena is startled by the sounds of "Vendetta" by Slipknot, as it suddenly bursts upon the P.A. system and begins blaring loudly throughout the arena. Though the eletric guitars send an eletric, energizing vibe that has he crowd grooving and moving frantically, there is no sign of life at the entrance ramp. That is until about 35 seconds into the sound, when the main beat picks up and the first verse begins. The curtains are thrown aside, allowing another fresh face to appear before the crowd. Emerging now is Khristian Gore, who raises his Canadian nose to the sky snobishly, ad gazes at the arena spectators in uter disgust. Gore is confined in red and black tights that end at his thigh, and black and red high top bots. The Canadian clutches a microphone tightly in his right hand, and continues to peer around the arena.
As he begins to saunter down the aisle, he slowly hoists the microphone the mouth, commencing to address the superstars scattered around in the squared hell and the millions of fans packed in the arena.
KG: "Hmmm, man, I'm honored to be here tonight, this atmoshpere is so intoxicating. Gods and Heretics Wrestling, this is the place to be right? Who's with me?"
Harmonious, unified cheers are heard as they escape the spectating fans around the arena.
KG: "BULLSHIT! This place is garbage, just like this wretched country. GHW is a deplorable promotion, fool of idiot's and you degenerates, you fans are thoughtless morons. And if really I wanted any applause, any cheers, any appreciation from you parasitic bastards, I'd sink to your level by discracing myself and exhibiting utter lack of intelligence and imcompetency, before uploading it to Youtube and allowing the entire world to gaze at my inferiority.
Because you maggots, you are nothing but inferior, this country is substandard, and beneath it's superior, the great, glorious Canada!"
The men around the ring make way for the Pure Canadian who slowly marches up the steel stairs in a rhythmical fashion, and strolls along the apron, swiping his feet along it as if he owns the ring before entering, gradually stepping through the middle and top rope. Gore peers at the ludicris Cain, whom is perched in the corner, his head tilted in an askew while his psychotic smile remains plastered across his face. Khristian is already creating a sense of ahorrence for the mysterious new comer. His judgefull eyes jump to Skull who stands leaning on the ropes, beaming with sheer arrogance, his smug grin etched out on his face. His eyes finally lock on Johnny Black who is resting in the corner, intimating absolutely no signs of care or what the new, unannounced, Gore has to say.
Al:"This Canadian thinks pretty high of himself, but he sounds smart. And some bit of what he is saying is true. These fans are morons!"
Colin: How can you say something like that. The GHW fans are our lifeblood. This man doesn't know what he's talking about and I hate to sy this but I really want to see Skull, "The Pureblood", put an end to this!
After getting a good look at his counterparts, Khristian once again hoists the mic to his lips, only to suddenly stop, giving the fans an opportunity to quiet themselves as they continue to pelt the arena with their disapproval of the Canadian to the tune of vehement boos.
KG: "You fans can scream and cry all you want because the simple fact of the matter is this, you are all pathetic. Each and everyone of you redneck, pot smoking, beer guzzling, bulbuous mongrels.
And another thing, I already feel ill looking at you sorry excuses for competitors. We've got this, grotesque, mind prutrescent canine. Cain is his name, how about feces, for staring at such a monstrosity would make even the firmest of men want to have a bowel movement, and not due to fear but of disgust."
Big Al: "This is magic. You've got to love this Colin. Khristian Gore is gold!"
Colin: "I don't quite share your enthusiasm. He recently signed a contract with GHW and he's not making a good impression tonight, especially in front of this crowd which he has angered."
Big Al: "This impression is a big one alright. I don't think I've ever seen someone get our fans this livid."
Khristian then points his hands at Johnny Black while the fans continue to swallow the arena in abhorrence, definitely fed up with the antics of the immigrant at this point, as he continues to disrespect the supestars inhabiting the squared hell.
KG: "And you, Johnny Black. I'd call you a churl, a goth, but due to your amentia and idiocy, you'd mistake my insults for compliments and use them to build your self-confidence. Surely anyone who covers both their body and soul with as much grunge as you do is a complete and utter reprobate. But let me stop here, for I forget so quickly, that you are a complete and utter imbecile."
The once nonchalant, uncaring body language of Johnny Black is drastically reconstructed, as his eyes begin to clench simultaneously with the gritting of his teeth, his anger and rage clawing at the surface and begging to be unleashed upon the ignorant Canadian. The antics of Gore find their way to the condescendent "Pureblood" Skull, who keeps his head up high and superciliously contorts is mouth, honestly believing deep down that he is head and sholulders better than his competition, especially the newcomers.
KG: "And you Skull, oh I know who you are. It's shocking though, because your nothing more than an insipid, loud mouthed baboon, speaking about this and that but always un-able to meet the standards you set and put your money where your mouth is. A fraud and a fool. Overated and overzealous! Compared to that abomination sitting there, and this emo standing here, you might just be the most inferior!"
"You know ladies and gentlemen, forget everything you think you know and abandon all your beliefs because I'm about to lay down the cold truth. GHW is dead, because it voluntarily poisoned itself with filth, and it's going to take a Pure Canadian, THIS PURE CANADIAN, to create a vaccine for the poison flowing through the veins of the Gods and the Heretics and bring this carcass back to life!"
"And that's the simple truth, in it's Goriest Magnitude!"
The Canadian backs himself into the free corner and drops the mic to his side, while the fans erupt in an uproar. The Ontario native pays absolutely no attention to the crowd or their jeers, as he remains glaring at the 3 men in the ring, waiting for one of them to question his authority and combant his disrespect.
Colin: "The floor has been left and Skull should take it and defend our promotion, defend GHW and it's fans!"
Big Al: "Skull don' give a damn about these fans, and if he's smart, he'll agree with Gore. Besides him thinking Canada is the best thing in the world, they might have some things in common!"
Colin: "If Skull chooses to side with this newcomer, then they'll both share stupidity in common, and that's about the only thing?"
TBC?
Sorry for errors if any or quality. Make edits later. Thought this would be a good time for my debut. (Insults in character) [/size]
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Skull
Junior division
Posts: 21
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Post by Skull on Jul 4, 2009 14:00:03 GMT -5
While the fans outside the ring reach fever pitch, Skull remains unfazed with a distant and slightly amused look on his face.
Colin: Well Skull is British so I guess he doesn't care about Khristian trashing America but I'm surprised at how well he's taking those personal insults from him.
Big Al: Skull may be pissed on the inside but he'd never show it. He is aloof in his superiority. Lowering himself to Khristian Gore's level would be an inconvenient chore for him. But of course, I'm sure Khristian Gore feels the same way.
Colin: The question is what happens when two emotionless ice men meet? The only way that one of them can win is to break out the mind games and shatter eachother's illusions. Then they can get under eachother's skin and find those hidden vulnerabilities.
Big Al: I say don't bother. These two should team up, they are clearly more superior than the rest of the GHW roster.
Skull casually glances around the ring at the three new competitors before his gaze rests on Khristian Gore. He inspects the cocky Canadian, trying to get a better impression of him then lifts the microphone to his lips.
Skull: I make that five. The number of words you just used that I have no idea what they mean.
The crowd half laugh at this statement while Khristian just smirks, already knowing that he had a superior vocabulary. "The Pureblood" then turns away from addressing Khristian Gore exclusively and faces all three of the competitors in the ring.
Skull: Wow, this is quite the party. I wasn't expecting such a turnout, we even have a gatecrasher. If I'd have known I would've laid out a spread. But perhaps... maybe I can offer you a drink.
The fans start to murmur and their suspicions are soon confirmed as Skull reaches into his cloak and takes out a small silver flask which he offers to each of his unsuspecting guests.
Colin: This is just disgusting. That's the same flask that contains the 'blood' that Skull likes to spit in his opponents faces. Who on earth would want to drink that?
Big Al: Well they wouldn't know what they're drinking. Until it's too late. He should offer it to that thing sitting on the turnbuckle.
Colin: Well at least now we know why Skull called these newcomers out here, to play his sick games with them. Although, to be honest, I wouldn't mind seeing Skull give Khristian a bloodbath, he deserves it.
Big Al: I'd be careful if I were Skull. He may have bitten off more than he can chew with the Canadian. He won't be as easy to trick as the stupid Americans that inhabit GHW.
Colin: Are you including yourself in that, Al?
TBC by Johnny Black/Cain/Khristian Gore/whoever
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Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 4, 2009 20:54:36 GMT -5
"Alright freakshows, hold up there just one second!"
Out of the blue, appears Martin Prince, apparently still fuming over the previous segment with Winthorp Darkrites. Martin takes a step forward for all those in the ring to see him, his expression serious with displeasure and his grip on the microphone handle tight.
Martin Prince "First off all, Skull, drop the damn flask or put it away, ceremonial blood drinking sessions won't be necessary right now.
Now, right here, I see a bunch of fine talent yet? Skull looking to be the leader of this sort of new breed, am I right Skull? It doesn't matter. Right now, I'm having a few problems as of late with a few issues, one issue being the King of the Deathmatch champion calling me seconds ago and informing me of his resignation from the company, which is a bother to me, no champion means so face of GHW. So I've had sudden thoughts for your new talent here Skull, I'm thinking big opportunities for a bunch of rookies next week."
The rookies in the ring look utterly bewildered, praying that either one of them is to be selected for their debut match.
Martin Prince "Now, I'm a kind person. I give various opportunities to people who will later congratulate me in life for their greater steps in their career. So next week, scheduled as the main event, will be..Khristian Gore, Johnny Black, Cain, John Cena and...Skull! In a 5 man, King of the Mountain match and the King of the Deathmatch Championship will be on the line!"
Colin Jennings "K-King of the Mountain match? I've never heard of such a thing in my life."
Big Al "Me neither Colin, I'm sure Martin will explain it for us though."
Martin Prince "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering, what the hell is a King of the Mountain match? It's quite simple, it's a reverse ladder match. There will be two locked containment areas on either side of the ring on the outside, and at the top a hook. The King of the Deathmatch title will be left in one of those containment boxes and it's your job to grab the title and climb up a ladder to hook it up. The person who does so, is named both the King of the Mountain AND King of the Deathmatch champion. But I must add, to live up to it's name of title, I'll be leaving a bunch of sinical weapons around the ring, you know, the basic stuff. Sickles, chains, electric shavers and any other sick thing you can conjure up. So, let it be your job, to put on a damn good show, because you're all on the main event next week."
The crowd oddly cheers at the thought of this main event as Martin lowers the microphone, an odd smirk on his face as each superstar continues to eye the other, not knowing what to say. Martin makes himself out as if to leave but..
TBC, Anyone
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Post by feezah on Jul 5, 2009 2:24:08 GMT -5
KG: "Did you hear that tapeworms? The General Manager actually has some sense, and though it may be a small amount, it is much greater than that of these three men- Pardon, I have confused myself. Excuse my perplexity.
Correction, it's greater than these three "THINGS", for Cain is nothing more than a deranged, stray puppie whose finally sniffed the right asses and landed himself a wresting contract, even though he is talentless, moron.
And Johnny Black, let me put it into laymen terms for you. You will not win next week, because you don't even have enough sense to climb the ladder due to your intelligence impairment. I'd pity you, but that would only mean I have sympathy, and that is one trait I have never possesed and never will.
And Skull, you can shove that flask up your ass and if your quench is still not satisfied, you can swallow on my fist as I drive it down you loud mouth, silencing you and saving you from your loqaucious disorder."
Skull chuckles at the comment, as "The Pureblood" tucks the flask back under his cloak before hoisting the mic to his lips.
Colin: "Skull surely didn't appreciate those comments. But we'll he be a comedian or a man and knock this Canadian's teeth in?"
Skull: "You know what, I've entertained this long enough, Khristian-"
The Pure Canadian from Ontario quickly and spontaneously interrupts Skull, frustrating the dark, grim "Pureblooded' supestar, as he angrily claps the microphone in his hand and glowers at the rookie.
KG: "You weren't given permission to speak maggot, so know your position before I give you a serious disposition. Skull you don't deserve to breathe the same oxygen I do. Your lucky enough to stand in the same ring as me. No, that's a privledge, not a right. And just because I allow you to be in prescence and share your concerns, doesn't mean you can continue to run your pompous chops. I suggest you close your trap, and put a lid on it, before I tear you apart like your a virgin!"
The fans once again swallow the arena in detestaton, as they grow tired of the Canadian's ignroance and disresect, and crave for one of the superstars to stand up for themselves.
Before Skull can replay, Johnny Black makes the decision for him, simultaneously raising the mic to his lips and charging at his foe.
JB: "HANDS SPEAK FOR ME!!!"
Before any harm can be done to the narsicisstic Canadian, Gore quickly dives through the ring ropes, exiting the squared hell unscathed, before retreating up the ramp, wiping his head in pleasure, while his opponent's for next week glare at him fiercly.
Colin: "Black had heard about enough of Khristian Gore and his promises and rambling, and when he was ready to take affirmative action, Gore fled! What a coward!"
Al: "COWARD? Why would he stay in the ring to get assaulted by 3 men he just mocked and insulted. I wouldn't have dealt with those savages either, especially considering I have a King of Deathmatch Title bout next week. He's got his career to think about for Christ's sake!"
Colin: "Well Gore should just know that there will be no running from these angry, hungry contender's or John Cena next week, and he'll hve to answer for his ignorance."
The Canadian reaches the top of the ramp, while Cain crawls out of the corner and leaps onto the ropes, straddling them, and staring forward, his eyes locked on the arrogant Ontario resident who passes by his superior, the General Manager, Martin Prince. The two exchange a look, and a smile, obviously getting on the right foot thus far despite the Canadian's snobbish persona and his recent belitilling comment.
After the facial expressions, the pure Canadian slips back through the curtains.
TBC I guess (Make Edit's Later)
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Post by xtremehardy on Jul 5, 2009 12:54:54 GMT -5
Black stands still,emotion boiling over,glaring at the stage where Gore conveiniently retreated.He still clutches a microphone his hand and is gripping it rather tight.Skull and Cain wait patiently behind him.Skull,who was recently insulted,stands still,eyes on Johnny Black.Cain,who stayed perched on his turnbuckle during the exchange of words,stays atop his pedestal.Black shifts his gaze and turns around.The news of the King of the Mountain match set by Martin Prince sits in his mind lke a dirty thought.He glances at both his adversaries before raising his microphone to his mouth.His knuckles white from gripping it. Johnny//\\The Nihilist//\\Black That was the most horrifying thing i have ever seen in my life.Khristian Gore comes out here after probably studying over a dictionary,finding all the big words,just to make himself sound like he has the least bit of intelligence.To be honest,i didn't understand half of what he just said and he probably didn't either.I understood what Martin Prince said though.The King of the Deathmatch title is something that should not be taken lightly kiddies. Black glares over at The Pureblood then at Cain.He shakes his head in disappointment and continues. Johnny//\\The Nihilist//\\Black The The King of the Death match title shoulf only be held by those who are truely hardcore.No,i don't mean hitting people with chairs every now and then.No,i mean those who are willing to take the match to the utmost limits just to bring harm to those he is across the ring from.It is for those only who have enough guts to do what needs to be done when it needs to be done.Those who are Hardcore enough to be justified enough to be given the name,King of the Death Match.I tell you what right now,neither of you two,Skull or Cain,deserve to hold said title,much less compete for it.I'm not even going to bring the third guy into the equation.Cain,do you speak english?This is America and in America,we beat up people like you.you dont get anywhere in life by not speaking.Skull,i know of you,just like Gore has.You aren't the Pureblood for nothing.You are as hardcore then anybody else i know and i would be honored to be in the ring with you,in any other match besides this one.I am as hardcore as you.Hell,i am more hardcore then you and for that reason,you won't last very long.Gore,i know you are listening to me right now and i hope you listen well.YOu may be the smartass,snobby Canadian that you are by there is one thing you looked over.Im Canadian as well.I have dealt with people like you and people like you hate the truth.You hate the truth just like you seem to hate ignorant people.The Truth is,you can't beat any of the three people standing in this ring right now.The Truth hurts doesn't it?You know damn well that you can't measure up to any of us.You know it,i know it and all of these fans know it.Now,we just have to show you.We have to show you what us "Imbeciles" can do when properly provoked.You have no clue what you just walked into.You've woken up the demon in me that has been dormant for a long time.Nobody insults my intelligence and lives to tell the tale.You've woken up the Hardcore side of the Nihilist,Johnny Black and let me tell you.He is a Vicious little bastard. Black drops the Mic and leans against the ropes.Skull watches him with interest while Cain sits still,as he has since he arrived. tbcb...Anybody
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