Post by Crisis on Mar 5, 2014 13:43:25 GMT -5
Battle Royal Match RP
So it begins. The countdown until the debut of the man from Hell, Crisis. We recently heard from the monster about who he is and his purpose. Seems pretty dark, hell the guy seems crazier than a room full of psych patients. This is truly a man possessed, I mean hell he said so himself, the man is a demon, a spawn of Satan, he is the dark lord’s right hand man, or so he claims to be. However this isn’t only the debut of Crisis but other members of the WCF roster. This is a test for all new comers, to see if they have what it takes to earn that spot on the roster, to earn that right to live another day, to earn that right to attempt whatever it is their mission is. Some are here for titles, others fame and glory, others destruction. This is going to be a war worth watching. With the freaks that are in this contest though, I am glad I get a ring side seat and not an in ring seat.
The scene opens up in a dark hallway, the camera is walking along the walk way. Slowly pans around and it appears we are in a prison. Empty cells are shown; the occasional rat runs out from the darkness. The place is abandoned there is not a soul in sight. A dim light flicks on down the hallway from under a door, intriguing? Camera makes his way to it and gets to the door; slowly the door opens and in goes the camera. Slowly the scene pans around, the area is large and seems to be empty, except for one area. On the floor there lies a sheet, with something under it hard to tell what; next to this sheet is a bucket. There is a fire going next to both of these objects letting off the light. The camera makes his way over to it, curious, and stupid. Kind of has a feeling of Déjà vu, you remember, dark graveyard, one person in there who was sadistic, camera gets over to the sheet. There is some kind of dark red stain all over the blanket.
*Heavy footsteps heard from behind*
The camera spins around; clearly this camera man is not alone. Out from the shadows walks a tall dark figure, Crisis, previous feeling was correct, not a soul around. He makes his way slowly over to the camera man and looks at him; he nods his head and walks past him to stand next to the sheet. Crisis places his arms behind him and with his dark red eyes looks into the camera. He lets out a sinister half smile and begins to speak in his deep sinister voice.
The other night I reveled myself. I reveled my plan and purpose of being here. To begin my collection of souls off this planet and return them to my master to start the army of darkness. But that is all old news now. From what I am hearing people heard my call, some are intrigued with what I have said. Others have fear running wild through them, and then there are those that seem to care less about what I said and decided to toss everything on the back burner, eh who cares this Crisis is nothing he will be a one and done deal. At least that is the feeling I got.
Now it would seem in my pervious message that I left more things out than I should have. I’d apologize for that but frankly I don’t give a damn what you think. I have a debut this week; the higher ups in this place have placed me in a match up with five other men. Five other men looking to make a name for themselves. Let us discuss these other men shall we?
Crisis moves slightly and looks down at the sheet. He nods and then looks back at the camera. He points down to the sheet as he continues.
Don’t worry we will get to that. We have five men. My oh my, five fresh souls for the taking I would say. Were to begin? I mean I am new here so I really don’t know a lot of back story on these people but I will do my best. Tommy Greco, how about that guy? Tommy, former dark secrets if I am not mistaken? Some people believe you were in the mafia? That, if true, is very impressive. I knew some friends in the mafia, hated them. I read somewhere that you were just released from prison, however doesn’t say what you were in for. What was it; did you beat the hell out of someone with a baseball bat? Racketeering? Did you get busted in the prohibition? Shit who cares what you were in for, the fact of the matter is you were in prison. I am sure you learned a few tricks of the trade in here. Hell if you were in the Mafia you probably where the one teaching the tricks weren’t you? Now that isn’t the part that I am interested in. What I am interested in is what you are doing on the side, other than this wrestling stuff. You own a beauty salon? What the hell is that all about? Did God or whomever you believe in put you in the wrong body? Are you a woman stuck in a male’s body? What does it matter? Bring your mafia tricks; bring your salon tricks either way your soul will belong to me very soon.
Pauses to take a breath.
Fernando Rodriguez, the masked luchador of this match up. I have no idea about you. All I could find is that you like to be a risk taker; you want to be a show stopper. So what are you? The Mexican version of Shawn Michaels? I mean if that is the case then this is going to be fun this weekend. Taking risks gets you in trouble, and with five other men these risks you might take will only cost you the one thing that I am looking for. You can run, jump, dive I don’t care but when I catch you, and I promise you I will catch you all hell is going to break lose and your soul will be long to me.
Artyom, you my friend are unique. Soviet Russian, the big bad Russian here in the United States. The Russians have always been an interesting group of people. Terrorizing people, the threats of war, being the bully of the world, that is what Russia stands for. And that is what you yourself appear to be as well. I am sure you are well trained, I am sure you are mentally unstable to break out in old Soviet ways if needed. I actually hope you do bring out those Soviet ways, those creative ways of fighting are incredible, will bring a challenge for sure either way I plan on only one thing happening. Taking your Soul.
Next is an confusing creature to me. Collin “Ice” Corona. Tell me Collin, or do you prefer Ice, what is with the Ice, do you want to be that cold smooth beverage that your last name seems to sound like? Or do you have a cold heart? Whatever, it means little to me. Your cold heart, if that is what you have, will soon feel warm when I take your soul to hell. It is pretty warm down there this time of year.
Crisis turns around, and he faces the sheet, his hands now crossed in front of him.
Finally I save the best for last, at least the best for now that is. Alexander Richards. You are here for Enlightenment, to find your true self. Well from your speech you gave I hope you find it. It is odd to just walk up to random drunks at a bar, offer them a drink and then threaten to kill them. Just kill the bastard next time and you will find yourself. On the other hand you are a sick and twisted individual, I like that. Torturing other people, cause havoc where ever you go. That is fantastic. Now about me being a coward. Let us just think about this for a second. I terrorized everyone when I was in my younger days, not just the weak and the puny, although they were the most fun. But yes the one person I did fear was my father. Hell any kid would fear the man at first before growing a set of balls to put him in his place. The man that beat me to a pulp as a child, the man that abused me, my brother, and mother. Yeah I feared the bastard but I fear him no more, I took care of that problem, and he was the first soul I collected.
Crisis walks around the sheet just staring at it, if you look close enough you can see part of the sheet slowly rising and falling. What the hell?
Yes I could have stopped my father from killing my mother, that is however if I was home at the time he did it, unfortunately I was doing an odd job to take care of some business. As for my brother, my father didn’t kill him, dumbass fell running out of the burning house, roof collapsed on top of him and I didn’t feel like getting him. That was his own fault he fell and got trapped. I was free, from all of them, no one to hold me back, and no one to fear any more. That is in the past now, all of them are dead and that’s how things work out. As for failing, I don’t see that being an issue for me. You see if I obtain the pin fall or not I am in this to make a statement, show what I am capable of doing, and I will prove that with no problem. Like I mentioned I am here for souls, not titles or fame.
Crisis stops his pacing at the bucket. He looks into the camera.
Now you mentioned earlier about being in prison, your cell mate beat you and long story short you severed his penis and shoved it down his throat. Correct me here, was it the penis you put in his throat or the toothbrush, either way sadistic very nice. However why not kill him? Why not send the message to him while you’re destroying his body, as well as everyone else out there that you mean more than business. Don’t get me wrong what you did to Scott, is that his name, that was a message well sent but you left the bastard live why other than so he has to live with what you had done to him.
Crisis kicks the lumped sheet and a moaning sound is heard. There is a body under there, what the hell is this clown doing?
Well I found Scott. Ok I’ll be honest I don’t know if it’s the Scott you mentioned because I didn’t decide to look at his penis, I may be sick but looking at dicks is not my thing. However he was in a prison and he was a bad ass. It is my turn to send a message, and not just for you Alex but for everyone in this match, for everyone watching at home. I will do whatever I need to do to get what I want; I will do whatever I want to in order to obtain my souls. I want to send fear out there, if you care to ignore my warnings so be it.
Crisis grabs the bucket and opens the lid; a strong smell of gas is immediately noticeable. Crisis smiles as he pours it on the body. The person thrashes around trying to avoid it, he screams but it seems like he is gagged. Crisis finishes what he is doing. And tosses the bucket aside.
To quote a famous comic book villain, “Introduce a little Anarchy.” I know what all of you are thinking, this man’s torture doesn’t bother me. This man means nothing to me do what you want to him. That is fine but that is yours to remember if we ever come face to face. Everyone remember this day, I will do this to anyone of you out there, and I will do this because I want to, I want your soul and I will take it however I need too. Here it is to my list of souls previously collected. Alex I will be there this week, I will be standing across from you. We will stand toe to toe and we will put up a classic fight. I hope I don’t disappoint you on your mission. I hope you find yourself.
Crisis walks over to the fire and pulls out one of the pieces of wood in it. He stares at it.
See you in Hell.
Crisis drops the wood onto the body; the flames erupt up as it hits the gas. The body of this Scot person rolls around, he screams, he kicks he tries to escape but cant. Crisis looks on smiling, enjoying himself watching this. After a while he turns and walks into the darkness. The scene fades with the screams of Scott being burned alive.
Another message has been left, a message of what physicality this monster possesses. But is that all he has to show his opponents, or anyone else in the locker room. What other demented ways does Crisis have hiding in his shadow. What will the response be from everyone else in this match up? Someone will speak up, someone will stand up to this monster and we can only countdown the time until we see what happens when they all come face to face.
*End Promo*
So it begins. The countdown until the debut of the man from Hell, Crisis. We recently heard from the monster about who he is and his purpose. Seems pretty dark, hell the guy seems crazier than a room full of psych patients. This is truly a man possessed, I mean hell he said so himself, the man is a demon, a spawn of Satan, he is the dark lord’s right hand man, or so he claims to be. However this isn’t only the debut of Crisis but other members of the WCF roster. This is a test for all new comers, to see if they have what it takes to earn that spot on the roster, to earn that right to live another day, to earn that right to attempt whatever it is their mission is. Some are here for titles, others fame and glory, others destruction. This is going to be a war worth watching. With the freaks that are in this contest though, I am glad I get a ring side seat and not an in ring seat.
The scene opens up in a dark hallway, the camera is walking along the walk way. Slowly pans around and it appears we are in a prison. Empty cells are shown; the occasional rat runs out from the darkness. The place is abandoned there is not a soul in sight. A dim light flicks on down the hallway from under a door, intriguing? Camera makes his way to it and gets to the door; slowly the door opens and in goes the camera. Slowly the scene pans around, the area is large and seems to be empty, except for one area. On the floor there lies a sheet, with something under it hard to tell what; next to this sheet is a bucket. There is a fire going next to both of these objects letting off the light. The camera makes his way over to it, curious, and stupid. Kind of has a feeling of Déjà vu, you remember, dark graveyard, one person in there who was sadistic, camera gets over to the sheet. There is some kind of dark red stain all over the blanket.
*Heavy footsteps heard from behind*
The camera spins around; clearly this camera man is not alone. Out from the shadows walks a tall dark figure, Crisis, previous feeling was correct, not a soul around. He makes his way slowly over to the camera man and looks at him; he nods his head and walks past him to stand next to the sheet. Crisis places his arms behind him and with his dark red eyes looks into the camera. He lets out a sinister half smile and begins to speak in his deep sinister voice.
The other night I reveled myself. I reveled my plan and purpose of being here. To begin my collection of souls off this planet and return them to my master to start the army of darkness. But that is all old news now. From what I am hearing people heard my call, some are intrigued with what I have said. Others have fear running wild through them, and then there are those that seem to care less about what I said and decided to toss everything on the back burner, eh who cares this Crisis is nothing he will be a one and done deal. At least that is the feeling I got.
Now it would seem in my pervious message that I left more things out than I should have. I’d apologize for that but frankly I don’t give a damn what you think. I have a debut this week; the higher ups in this place have placed me in a match up with five other men. Five other men looking to make a name for themselves. Let us discuss these other men shall we?
Crisis moves slightly and looks down at the sheet. He nods and then looks back at the camera. He points down to the sheet as he continues.
Don’t worry we will get to that. We have five men. My oh my, five fresh souls for the taking I would say. Were to begin? I mean I am new here so I really don’t know a lot of back story on these people but I will do my best. Tommy Greco, how about that guy? Tommy, former dark secrets if I am not mistaken? Some people believe you were in the mafia? That, if true, is very impressive. I knew some friends in the mafia, hated them. I read somewhere that you were just released from prison, however doesn’t say what you were in for. What was it; did you beat the hell out of someone with a baseball bat? Racketeering? Did you get busted in the prohibition? Shit who cares what you were in for, the fact of the matter is you were in prison. I am sure you learned a few tricks of the trade in here. Hell if you were in the Mafia you probably where the one teaching the tricks weren’t you? Now that isn’t the part that I am interested in. What I am interested in is what you are doing on the side, other than this wrestling stuff. You own a beauty salon? What the hell is that all about? Did God or whomever you believe in put you in the wrong body? Are you a woman stuck in a male’s body? What does it matter? Bring your mafia tricks; bring your salon tricks either way your soul will belong to me very soon.
Pauses to take a breath.
Fernando Rodriguez, the masked luchador of this match up. I have no idea about you. All I could find is that you like to be a risk taker; you want to be a show stopper. So what are you? The Mexican version of Shawn Michaels? I mean if that is the case then this is going to be fun this weekend. Taking risks gets you in trouble, and with five other men these risks you might take will only cost you the one thing that I am looking for. You can run, jump, dive I don’t care but when I catch you, and I promise you I will catch you all hell is going to break lose and your soul will be long to me.
Artyom, you my friend are unique. Soviet Russian, the big bad Russian here in the United States. The Russians have always been an interesting group of people. Terrorizing people, the threats of war, being the bully of the world, that is what Russia stands for. And that is what you yourself appear to be as well. I am sure you are well trained, I am sure you are mentally unstable to break out in old Soviet ways if needed. I actually hope you do bring out those Soviet ways, those creative ways of fighting are incredible, will bring a challenge for sure either way I plan on only one thing happening. Taking your Soul.
Next is an confusing creature to me. Collin “Ice” Corona. Tell me Collin, or do you prefer Ice, what is with the Ice, do you want to be that cold smooth beverage that your last name seems to sound like? Or do you have a cold heart? Whatever, it means little to me. Your cold heart, if that is what you have, will soon feel warm when I take your soul to hell. It is pretty warm down there this time of year.
Crisis turns around, and he faces the sheet, his hands now crossed in front of him.
Finally I save the best for last, at least the best for now that is. Alexander Richards. You are here for Enlightenment, to find your true self. Well from your speech you gave I hope you find it. It is odd to just walk up to random drunks at a bar, offer them a drink and then threaten to kill them. Just kill the bastard next time and you will find yourself. On the other hand you are a sick and twisted individual, I like that. Torturing other people, cause havoc where ever you go. That is fantastic. Now about me being a coward. Let us just think about this for a second. I terrorized everyone when I was in my younger days, not just the weak and the puny, although they were the most fun. But yes the one person I did fear was my father. Hell any kid would fear the man at first before growing a set of balls to put him in his place. The man that beat me to a pulp as a child, the man that abused me, my brother, and mother. Yeah I feared the bastard but I fear him no more, I took care of that problem, and he was the first soul I collected.
Crisis walks around the sheet just staring at it, if you look close enough you can see part of the sheet slowly rising and falling. What the hell?
Yes I could have stopped my father from killing my mother, that is however if I was home at the time he did it, unfortunately I was doing an odd job to take care of some business. As for my brother, my father didn’t kill him, dumbass fell running out of the burning house, roof collapsed on top of him and I didn’t feel like getting him. That was his own fault he fell and got trapped. I was free, from all of them, no one to hold me back, and no one to fear any more. That is in the past now, all of them are dead and that’s how things work out. As for failing, I don’t see that being an issue for me. You see if I obtain the pin fall or not I am in this to make a statement, show what I am capable of doing, and I will prove that with no problem. Like I mentioned I am here for souls, not titles or fame.
Crisis stops his pacing at the bucket. He looks into the camera.
Now you mentioned earlier about being in prison, your cell mate beat you and long story short you severed his penis and shoved it down his throat. Correct me here, was it the penis you put in his throat or the toothbrush, either way sadistic very nice. However why not kill him? Why not send the message to him while you’re destroying his body, as well as everyone else out there that you mean more than business. Don’t get me wrong what you did to Scott, is that his name, that was a message well sent but you left the bastard live why other than so he has to live with what you had done to him.
Crisis kicks the lumped sheet and a moaning sound is heard. There is a body under there, what the hell is this clown doing?
Well I found Scott. Ok I’ll be honest I don’t know if it’s the Scott you mentioned because I didn’t decide to look at his penis, I may be sick but looking at dicks is not my thing. However he was in a prison and he was a bad ass. It is my turn to send a message, and not just for you Alex but for everyone in this match, for everyone watching at home. I will do whatever I need to do to get what I want; I will do whatever I want to in order to obtain my souls. I want to send fear out there, if you care to ignore my warnings so be it.
Crisis grabs the bucket and opens the lid; a strong smell of gas is immediately noticeable. Crisis smiles as he pours it on the body. The person thrashes around trying to avoid it, he screams but it seems like he is gagged. Crisis finishes what he is doing. And tosses the bucket aside.
To quote a famous comic book villain, “Introduce a little Anarchy.” I know what all of you are thinking, this man’s torture doesn’t bother me. This man means nothing to me do what you want to him. That is fine but that is yours to remember if we ever come face to face. Everyone remember this day, I will do this to anyone of you out there, and I will do this because I want to, I want your soul and I will take it however I need too. Here it is to my list of souls previously collected. Alex I will be there this week, I will be standing across from you. We will stand toe to toe and we will put up a classic fight. I hope I don’t disappoint you on your mission. I hope you find yourself.
Crisis walks over to the fire and pulls out one of the pieces of wood in it. He stares at it.
See you in Hell.
Crisis drops the wood onto the body; the flames erupt up as it hits the gas. The body of this Scot person rolls around, he screams, he kicks he tries to escape but cant. Crisis looks on smiling, enjoying himself watching this. After a while he turns and walks into the darkness. The scene fades with the screams of Scott being burned alive.
Another message has been left, a message of what physicality this monster possesses. But is that all he has to show his opponents, or anyone else in the locker room. What other demented ways does Crisis have hiding in his shadow. What will the response be from everyone else in this match up? Someone will speak up, someone will stand up to this monster and we can only countdown the time until we see what happens when they all come face to face.
*End Promo*
