Post by lost on Dec 27, 2015 17:37:47 GMT -5
Preecha whips Zmac into the turn buckle, in front of a sold out crowd. The tag is made, patrilli makes his way over to a downed Zmac.
Freddy Whoa: I tell ya digger I don't know anything about this guy Patrilli but he does look like he brought his A game tonight.
Digger: what's there to know this guy wakes in a car with no memory and after his past matches on Slam the rest of the universe is trying to forget him. Although you do have to respect a guy who can align himself with the right people, which I think Patrilli has. This Fontaine guy kinda reminds me of well....Me.
Freddy Whoa: Of you?
Digger: Yeah he doesn't take shit from anyone and neither did I.
Patrilli tucks Zmac head between his legs,lifting him and spiking him on to his head. Patrilli takes a survey of the crowd as they are going nuts. Cheering and clapping fill the arena as pulls Zombie back up to his feet and then on to his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my I think it is that time? Yup here it comes the Eraser.
WHAM
Gravedigger: You know some people think that's the only move he knows. To be honest though when you got something that powerful what else do you really need.
Patrilli Covers the limp Zmac
1
2
3..
DING
DING
DING.
Preecha and Patrilli celebrate in the ring as Zombie rolls out of the ring and makes his way back to the locker room.
Gravedigger: Well I don't know about you but I would say these two just sent a message back to Mr. Kemp and MR. Rabid. After all these two are in the 4 way tag match for the Titles at One.
5 minutes Later.
Patrilli and Preecha are walking back stage about to enter their dressing room when they are flagged down by a speed walking Hank Brown with a camera. Rew in tow. Preecha looks over and nods his head gesturing for Patrilli to take care of hank before slipping in to the locker room.
Hank:(while rushing down the hall) Patrilli wait up, we need to do a quick interview.
Patrilli smiles as a winded Hank Brown tries to collect himself before starting the interview. Hank takes one last gasp of air before pointing to the camera man. Right on a cue the bright light from the top of camera shines on the two men standing side by side.
Hank Brown: Okay and here I am with one of the men who will be battling it out this weekend for Tag Team title, Patrilli. I gotta say Patrilli that was an impressive performance out there tonight. It's gotta feel good coming off a win and rolling in to ONE with some momentum.
Patrilli: You know Hank. You're god damn right it feels good. It's about time to. I have been here a few weeks now, it is about time I start showing my dominance. I'll tell you something Hank....
Patrilli starts to shake as if a chill ran down his spin.
Patrilli: oh sorry about that, is it breezy in here? I just caught a chill.
Hank: I don't know about a breeze but you know you have been on a bit of a cold streak here in the WCF. Do think it could be in part because of the mental trauma you been through. I mean there has been a lot of talk that you only know one damn move.
Patrilli: You know Hank I am so god damn sick of hearing how I only know one ducking move and that I am on a losing streak. You don't think I know I was on a losing streak. You think I can hang with the big boys. Well I got news for ya.....
Patrilli starts to shiver as he keeps talking.
Patrilli: You don't know a fucking thing about me. Adam Young,The People's Choice, Raymond Thacher, or fucking Beach Krew, do not know one fucking thing about me. They all wanna peg me as the weak link. They wanna call me the next coming of Adam Fucking Young. I've beaten Adam Young before and ill kick his ass again. As for Kyle Kemp and Spencer it wasn't to long ago when these two were nothing more than fluffers for the main event. You two seem to have forgotten how bad you both were. I will give you credit though you made something of yourselves both of you became tag Champs bravo. Here is a tip though History repeats it's self. Preecha whips Zmac into the turn buckle, in front of a sold out crowd. The tag is made, patrilli makes his way over to a downed Zmac.
Freddy Whoa: I tell ya digger I don't know anything about this guy Patrilli but he does look like he brought his A game tonight.
Digger: what's there to know this guy wakes in a car with no memory and after his past matches on Slam the rest of the universe is trying to forget him. Although you do have to respect a guy who can align himself with the right people, which I think Patrilli has. This Fontaine guy kinda reminds me of well....Me.
Freddy Whoa: Of you?
Digger: Yeah he doesn't take shit from anyone and neither did I.
Patrilli tucks Zmac head between his legs,lifting him and spiking him on to his head. Patrilli takes a survey of the crowd as they are going nuts. Cheering and clapping fill the arena as pulls Zombie back up to his feet and then on to his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my I think it is that time? Yup here it comes the Eraser.
WHAM
Gravedigger: You know some people think that's the only move he knows. To be honest though when you got something that powerful what else do you really need.
Patrilli Covers the limp Zmac
1
2
3..
DING
DING
DING.
Preecha and Patrilli celebrate in the ring as Zombie rolls out of the ring and makes his way back to the locker room.
Gravedigger: Well I don't know about you but I would say these two just sent a message back to Mr. Kemp and MR. Rabid. After all these two are in the 4 way tag match for the Titles at One.
5 minutes Later.
Patrilli and Preecha are walking back stage about to enter their dressing room when they are flagged down by a speed walking Hank Brown with a camera. Rew in tow. Preecha looks over and nods his head gesturing for Patrilli to take care of hank before slipping in to the locker room.
Hank:(while rushing down the hall) Patrilli wait up, we need to do a quick interview.
Patrilli smiles as a winded Hank Brown tries to collect himself before starting the interview. Hank takes one last gasp of air before pointing to the camera man. Right on a cue the bright light from the top of camera shines on the two men standing side by side.
Hank Brown: Okay and here I am with one of the men who will be battling it out this weekend for Tag Team title, Patrilli. I gotta say Patrilli that was an impressive performance out there tonight. It's gotta feel good coming off a win and rolling in to ONE with some momentum.
Patrilli: You know Hank. You're god damn right it feels good. It's about time to. I have been here a few weeks now, it is about time I start showing my dominance. I'll tell you something Hank....
Patrilli starts to shake as if a chill ran down his spin.
Patrilli: oh sorry about that, is it breezy in here? I just caught a chill.
Hank: I don't know about a breeze but you know you have been on a bit of a cold streak here in the WCF. Do think it could be in part because of the mental trauma you been through. I mean there has been a lot of talk that you only know one damn move.
Patrilli: You know Hank I am so god damn sick of hearing how I only know one ducking move and that I am on a losing streak. You don't think I know I was on a losing streak. You think I can hang with the big boys. Well I got news for ya.....
Patrilli starts to shiver as he keeps talking.
Patrilli: You don't know a fucking thing about me. Adam Young,The People's Choice, Raymond Thacher, or fucking Beach Krew, do not know one fucking thing about me. They all wanna peg me as the weak link. They wanna call me the next coming of Adam Fucking Young. I've beaten Adam Young before and ill kick his ass again. As for Kyle Kemp and Spencer it wasn't to long ago when these two were nothing more than fluffers for the main event. You two seem to have forgotten how bad you both were. I will give you credit though you made something of yourselves both of you became tag Champs bravo. Here is a tip though History repeats it's self. This time you both will be on the other end. You guys are no longer the young hungry new Comer with nothing to lose and everything to gain. No sir you've played that part now it is time for Patrilli and Preecha to play to spoiler.
The more Patrilli keeps ranting his shivering starts to intensify. His lips start turning blue.
Hank: Ummm. Patrilli, I don't want to stop you but I think your.....
Patrilli: Stop me?! Fuck that Hank ,who do you think can really stop me? The People's Choice? Then living embodiment of the American dream right? Only problem is America is dying why else do you think the people choose these two idiots. They could beat us at XIII. Vic has been MIA Since they lost the titles. Now he comes riding in like a knight in shining armor. Nope not this time, This time the heroes in the story don't get the girl, they don't get the gold either. This time for their trouble they get an Eraser off a ladder through a damn table and all the way down to Hell.
Hank: No I wasn't saying the People's Choice could stop you, I was saying you might wanna stop because.....
Patrilli: Because!? Because?! What, The Beach Krew is coming to town? Shirt just because Christmas just past doesn't mean every fat fuck gets a free pass. Kyle Kemp and Rabid. Choose to follow a fat delusional cut who rambles on on about aliens and sharks. Congrats you won the title but just like every other flash in the pan that has entered this fed ,the piper comes to pay it's toll. Beach Krew is done. Rabid is to busy trying to change the krew. Kemp is to worried about his old glory days on the ball field.
Hank: A...
Patrilli. Starts shivering so bad his body is showing visible. Convulsions as he continues to rant.
Patrilli: Shut up Hank, I know what you're gonna say, they are the tag champs. Blah blah blah. They don't mean shit. Hell Adam Young beat Corey ducking Black before. Jayson Price was the longest reigning Internet champ, lord know who the fuck that no talent hack did that. And let's not forget that GRIME BEAT JOEY FLASH for his TV title. Their title reign is nothing more than a fluke just like all the others I named before.
Hank looks down the hall and shouts to anyone who would listen.
Hank: Hey someone get Seth or a medic or something. This guy isn't looking to good.
Patrilli: Seth! Seth Lerch? I almost forgot him. What is that dude thinking I should put his ass through a table for booking the Thickness as referees. What does Seth get a discount at Deny's if he allows so many senior citizens to appear on the card? Shit Seth if you're that cheap, and I kow you are every time I see my pay check, I'll buy you a Moon over my Hammie. Now I am gonna have to break Odin's hip if he tries to step in my way of winning this match. Oh and Bobby C, welcome back, I don't know you, I don't care what you've done stay out of my way or I'll smack you so damn hard you'll be thinking Willy Jam Flim Flam hit you with his uncut jew cock that you love so much.
Patrilli's body can no longer take the shivering and he colapses on to the floor and lays there unconscious in a fetal postion. His lips are as blue and he is cool to the touch.
Fade to black.....
Black, pitch black. A constant sound of tire on asphalt is heard. As our eyes adjust to the darkness a figure is seen laying in a fetal position. The figure has blue lips and is cool to the touch. The man's eyes pop open. It is Patrilli. He tries to stand but is in a tight confined space.
Patrilli: Where the fuck am I? My head is killing me.
He holds his jaw as it is sore from his match on slam the night before. It all starts to come back to him. He lost he was pinned in his match against Zmac. I guess the cold does funny things to the mind. As he starts to put 2 and 2 together panic sets in. First he feels the rough fabric around him. Then the cold metal roof over top. Then the sound of the road. I AM I A TRUNK! The car starts to slow and veer off from its course. Patrilli is jarred as the car travels over rough terrain. The car comes to a stop and the sound of 2 familiar voices is hear. The two voices that are supposed to be his friends. The only ones he can trust. Patrilli starts to realize what a going on. He starts kicking at the top of the trunk. Each kick brings a loud thud and a small Crack gets wider and wider. Finally on the 4th kick the trunk springs open and he is greeted by a wave of cold December air and bright blinding light. Without thinking Patrilli jumps out of the trunk and runs toward the woods located Behind the gas station that his captors have stopped at.
Fade to black.....
(Ooc. Just in case there is confusion the match in the beginning is a delusional thought Patrilli. It is not real. Did this on my cell I could code it properly.)
Freddy Whoa: I tell ya digger I don't know anything about this guy Patrilli but he does look like he brought his A game tonight.
Digger: what's there to know this guy wakes in a car with no memory and after his past matches on Slam the rest of the universe is trying to forget him. Although you do have to respect a guy who can align himself with the right people, which I think Patrilli has. This Fontaine guy kinda reminds me of well....Me.
Freddy Whoa: Of you?
Digger: Yeah he doesn't take shit from anyone and neither did I.
Patrilli tucks Zmac head between his legs,lifting him and spiking him on to his head. Patrilli takes a survey of the crowd as they are going nuts. Cheering and clapping fill the arena as pulls Zombie back up to his feet and then on to his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my I think it is that time? Yup here it comes the Eraser.
WHAM
Gravedigger: You know some people think that's the only move he knows. To be honest though when you got something that powerful what else do you really need.
Patrilli Covers the limp Zmac
1
2
3..
DING
DING
DING.
Preecha and Patrilli celebrate in the ring as Zombie rolls out of the ring and makes his way back to the locker room.
Gravedigger: Well I don't know about you but I would say these two just sent a message back to Mr. Kemp and MR. Rabid. After all these two are in the 4 way tag match for the Titles at One.
5 minutes Later.
Patrilli and Preecha are walking back stage about to enter their dressing room when they are flagged down by a speed walking Hank Brown with a camera. Rew in tow. Preecha looks over and nods his head gesturing for Patrilli to take care of hank before slipping in to the locker room.
Hank:(while rushing down the hall) Patrilli wait up, we need to do a quick interview.
Patrilli smiles as a winded Hank Brown tries to collect himself before starting the interview. Hank takes one last gasp of air before pointing to the camera man. Right on a cue the bright light from the top of camera shines on the two men standing side by side.
Hank Brown: Okay and here I am with one of the men who will be battling it out this weekend for Tag Team title, Patrilli. I gotta say Patrilli that was an impressive performance out there tonight. It's gotta feel good coming off a win and rolling in to ONE with some momentum.
Patrilli: You know Hank. You're god damn right it feels good. It's about time to. I have been here a few weeks now, it is about time I start showing my dominance. I'll tell you something Hank....
Patrilli starts to shake as if a chill ran down his spin.
Patrilli: oh sorry about that, is it breezy in here? I just caught a chill.
Hank: I don't know about a breeze but you know you have been on a bit of a cold streak here in the WCF. Do think it could be in part because of the mental trauma you been through. I mean there has been a lot of talk that you only know one damn move.
Patrilli: You know Hank I am so god damn sick of hearing how I only know one ducking move and that I am on a losing streak. You don't think I know I was on a losing streak. You think I can hang with the big boys. Well I got news for ya.....
Patrilli starts to shiver as he keeps talking.
Patrilli: You don't know a fucking thing about me. Adam Young,The People's Choice, Raymond Thacher, or fucking Beach Krew, do not know one fucking thing about me. They all wanna peg me as the weak link. They wanna call me the next coming of Adam Fucking Young. I've beaten Adam Young before and ill kick his ass again. As for Kyle Kemp and Spencer it wasn't to long ago when these two were nothing more than fluffers for the main event. You two seem to have forgotten how bad you both were. I will give you credit though you made something of yourselves both of you became tag Champs bravo. Here is a tip though History repeats it's self. Preecha whips Zmac into the turn buckle, in front of a sold out crowd. The tag is made, patrilli makes his way over to a downed Zmac.
Freddy Whoa: I tell ya digger I don't know anything about this guy Patrilli but he does look like he brought his A game tonight.
Digger: what's there to know this guy wakes in a car with no memory and after his past matches on Slam the rest of the universe is trying to forget him. Although you do have to respect a guy who can align himself with the right people, which I think Patrilli has. This Fontaine guy kinda reminds me of well....Me.
Freddy Whoa: Of you?
Digger: Yeah he doesn't take shit from anyone and neither did I.
Patrilli tucks Zmac head between his legs,lifting him and spiking him on to his head. Patrilli takes a survey of the crowd as they are going nuts. Cheering and clapping fill the arena as pulls Zombie back up to his feet and then on to his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my I think it is that time? Yup here it comes the Eraser.
WHAM
Gravedigger: You know some people think that's the only move he knows. To be honest though when you got something that powerful what else do you really need.
Patrilli Covers the limp Zmac
1
2
3..
DING
DING
DING.
Preecha and Patrilli celebrate in the ring as Zombie rolls out of the ring and makes his way back to the locker room.
Gravedigger: Well I don't know about you but I would say these two just sent a message back to Mr. Kemp and MR. Rabid. After all these two are in the 4 way tag match for the Titles at One.
5 minutes Later.
Patrilli and Preecha are walking back stage about to enter their dressing room when they are flagged down by a speed walking Hank Brown with a camera. Rew in tow. Preecha looks over and nods his head gesturing for Patrilli to take care of hank before slipping in to the locker room.
Hank:(while rushing down the hall) Patrilli wait up, we need to do a quick interview.
Patrilli smiles as a winded Hank Brown tries to collect himself before starting the interview. Hank takes one last gasp of air before pointing to the camera man. Right on a cue the bright light from the top of camera shines on the two men standing side by side.
Hank Brown: Okay and here I am with one of the men who will be battling it out this weekend for Tag Team title, Patrilli. I gotta say Patrilli that was an impressive performance out there tonight. It's gotta feel good coming off a win and rolling in to ONE with some momentum.
Patrilli: You know Hank. You're god damn right it feels good. It's about time to. I have been here a few weeks now, it is about time I start showing my dominance. I'll tell you something Hank....
Patrilli starts to shake as if a chill ran down his spin.
Patrilli: oh sorry about that, is it breezy in here? I just caught a chill.
Hank: I don't know about a breeze but you know you have been on a bit of a cold streak here in the WCF. Do think it could be in part because of the mental trauma you been through. I mean there has been a lot of talk that you only know one damn move.
Patrilli: You know Hank I am so god damn sick of hearing how I only know one ducking move and that I am on a losing streak. You don't think I know I was on a losing streak. You think I can hang with the big boys. Well I got news for ya.....
Patrilli starts to shiver as he keeps talking.
Patrilli: You don't know a fucking thing about me. Adam Young,The People's Choice, Raymond Thacher, or fucking Beach Krew, do not know one fucking thing about me. They all wanna peg me as the weak link. They wanna call me the next coming of Adam Fucking Young. I've beaten Adam Young before and ill kick his ass again. As for Kyle Kemp and Spencer it wasn't to long ago when these two were nothing more than fluffers for the main event. You two seem to have forgotten how bad you both were. I will give you credit though you made something of yourselves both of you became tag Champs bravo. Here is a tip though History repeats it's self. This time you both will be on the other end. You guys are no longer the young hungry new Comer with nothing to lose and everything to gain. No sir you've played that part now it is time for Patrilli and Preecha to play to spoiler.
The more Patrilli keeps ranting his shivering starts to intensify. His lips start turning blue.
Hank: Ummm. Patrilli, I don't want to stop you but I think your.....
Patrilli: Stop me?! Fuck that Hank ,who do you think can really stop me? The People's Choice? Then living embodiment of the American dream right? Only problem is America is dying why else do you think the people choose these two idiots. They could beat us at XIII. Vic has been MIA Since they lost the titles. Now he comes riding in like a knight in shining armor. Nope not this time, This time the heroes in the story don't get the girl, they don't get the gold either. This time for their trouble they get an Eraser off a ladder through a damn table and all the way down to Hell.
Hank: No I wasn't saying the People's Choice could stop you, I was saying you might wanna stop because.....
Patrilli: Because!? Because?! What, The Beach Krew is coming to town? Shirt just because Christmas just past doesn't mean every fat fuck gets a free pass. Kyle Kemp and Rabid. Choose to follow a fat delusional cut who rambles on on about aliens and sharks. Congrats you won the title but just like every other flash in the pan that has entered this fed ,the piper comes to pay it's toll. Beach Krew is done. Rabid is to busy trying to change the krew. Kemp is to worried about his old glory days on the ball field.
Hank: A...
Patrilli. Starts shivering so bad his body is showing visible. Convulsions as he continues to rant.
Patrilli: Shut up Hank, I know what you're gonna say, they are the tag champs. Blah blah blah. They don't mean shit. Hell Adam Young beat Corey ducking Black before. Jayson Price was the longest reigning Internet champ, lord know who the fuck that no talent hack did that. And let's not forget that GRIME BEAT JOEY FLASH for his TV title. Their title reign is nothing more than a fluke just like all the others I named before.
Hank looks down the hall and shouts to anyone who would listen.
Hank: Hey someone get Seth or a medic or something. This guy isn't looking to good.
Patrilli: Seth! Seth Lerch? I almost forgot him. What is that dude thinking I should put his ass through a table for booking the Thickness as referees. What does Seth get a discount at Deny's if he allows so many senior citizens to appear on the card? Shit Seth if you're that cheap, and I kow you are every time I see my pay check, I'll buy you a Moon over my Hammie. Now I am gonna have to break Odin's hip if he tries to step in my way of winning this match. Oh and Bobby C, welcome back, I don't know you, I don't care what you've done stay out of my way or I'll smack you so damn hard you'll be thinking Willy Jam Flim Flam hit you with his uncut jew cock that you love so much.
Patrilli's body can no longer take the shivering and he colapses on to the floor and lays there unconscious in a fetal postion. His lips are as blue and he is cool to the touch.
Fade to black.....
Black, pitch black. A constant sound of tire on asphalt is heard. As our eyes adjust to the darkness a figure is seen laying in a fetal position. The figure has blue lips and is cool to the touch. The man's eyes pop open. It is Patrilli. He tries to stand but is in a tight confined space.
Patrilli: Where the fuck am I? My head is killing me.
He holds his jaw as it is sore from his match on slam the night before. It all starts to come back to him. He lost he was pinned in his match against Zmac. I guess the cold does funny things to the mind. As he starts to put 2 and 2 together panic sets in. First he feels the rough fabric around him. Then the cold metal roof over top. Then the sound of the road. I AM I A TRUNK! The car starts to slow and veer off from its course. Patrilli is jarred as the car travels over rough terrain. The car comes to a stop and the sound of 2 familiar voices is hear. The two voices that are supposed to be his friends. The only ones he can trust. Patrilli starts to realize what a going on. He starts kicking at the top of the trunk. Each kick brings a loud thud and a small Crack gets wider and wider. Finally on the 4th kick the trunk springs open and he is greeted by a wave of cold December air and bright blinding light. Without thinking Patrilli jumps out of the trunk and runs toward the woods located Behind the gas station that his captors have stopped at.
Fade to black.....
(Ooc. Just in case there is confusion the match in the beginning is a delusional thought Patrilli. It is not real. Did this on my cell I could code it properly.)
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