Slam rp. 7/8/16 my own death match tournament!
Aug 4, 2016 8:39:47 GMT -5
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Post by mainevent on Aug 4, 2016 8:39:47 GMT -5
The scene opens with a after midnight shot of Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, no one to be seen just the outside lights from the arena lighting the area. It is silent, no traffic, no people, no wind, just a creepy silence, until a laugh is heard "HAHAHAHAHAAAAA". The camera turns to the right to show a man wearing a black jacket with the hood up, black leather gloves and British Royal Air Force camouflage pants, he is sat on a nearby bench, His head is down not showing his face but still laughing "HAAAHAHAHAHAAAA"
The man:- ". . . . . . You may wonder why I'm laughing sat here alone at 3am? . . . HAHAHAAAA! . . . . I'm laughing because I'm amused, I'm amused beyond belief! HAHAAAAAHA! I am a veteran soldier, I have killed people, I have permanently injured and paralysed people! And yet I am overlooked for the death match tournament! HAHAHAHAHAAAA! DONT YOU REALISE MY LIFE HAS BEEN EXACTLY THAT?!?! . . . . . My life has been a death match tournament since day one! I don't play by the rules, and I won't play by the rules in my match at slam this Sunday! That will be my death match tournament!"
The man pauses, he pulls his hood from his shaven head, and slowly lifting his head to reveal his face to the camera, he is straight faced and looking very determined.
The man :- "I am sure by now you know who I am but allow me to reintroduce my self, my name is The Main Event Mark Gallagher, I'm from Sheffield England. I served in the RAF, I went to war for my country, then I was literally stabbed in the back by a friend! I was held at her majesty's pleasure for 4 long years for getting revenge! I put the guy in a coma, he can't walk anymore! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! He can't feed him self, he can't clean his own shitty arse! I am like this because of him! I was betrayed, and that will never happen again! I ride alone now, I don't need friends and I certainly don't need fans! You won't find my merchandise in any store because I don't want to be associated with the inbred WCF universe, or for that matter be associated with the inbred American public!
Mark Gallagher stands up with nunchucks in his hand, passing them behind his neck, and from hand to hand in lighting speed, he continues . . .
Mark Gallagher:- Go and buy your dion necurat t-shirts, he wants you pussies to be his friends, he wants you to kiss his arse, he wants you to chant his name! Come this Sunday and you will be able to chant his name and wear his t-shirts at his damn funeral! He will be the 1st official victim of this unofficial death match! I've done my research dion, do you wanna know why your daddy left? . . . Because he was ashamed of you, he was ashamed of his little pussy son, I mean who wouldn't be? Right? He wanted a real man as a son, instead he got a broken little bitch like you! Hey maybe he will be watching Sunday? . . . I will make him realise he made the right decision in dumping you, and make him realise he was right, you are a pussy!HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA, that bum shoulder of yours is like a bullseye to a man like me! We all know that is never going to heal, and just Incase it might, I will make sure it doesn't! But that will be the least of your worries. . . Believe me! Nuclear bomb or pad lock? You choose . . . See you Sunday bitch!
Mark Gallagher pauses again, once again swinging his nunchucks in an incredibly skilled fashion, he continues again
Mark Gallagher :- "on to victim number 2! . . . Jason o'neal? Is that his name? Something like that. Oh. . . your the REAL DEAL? HAHAHAHAHAAAAHA. You will be my first real MEAL here in the USA! . . . You lived the street life? You were a shot caller on the streets? Bitch I am living the street life right now! I'm calling the shots right now! Do you see how quiet it is right here? It has been since I got off that damn plane, I've been here ever since! It was a busy area before I got here, but look now. . . . Even the birds, cats, dogs, fucking bears are staying away! I could go to a zoo and the animals would disappear! Just like you will on Sunday, you will disappear for good! When I apply the pad lock to your rotting corpse the snaps and cracks of your bones will echo through the building, the noise will stick with the inbred crowd for ever, they will hear it when they sleep, they will hear it when they eat, they will hear it when they work and they will hear it when they feed there children! Jason o'neal you will never be the same again! See you Sunday HAHAHAHA!"
Mark Gallagher sits back down on the bench, pulls the hood on his jacket back over his head. He looks back towards the floor and begins to speak once again
Mark Gallagher:- "I am here to hurt people, I am here to win gold, and I am here to take over this company! I don't need chances to be given to me on a plate, I will force chances on the owner by hurting the people he puts in front of me! I will destroy the roster of WCF! All opposition is welcome to come and see me wether it's in the ring, or right here by this bench, I am not going anywhere until I get to where I want to be and I will get there alone! Just remember every one of my matches is a death match to me! . . . I am happy I have the chance to hurt 2 people instead of just one! It's a great welcome gift to me, just remember, I won't play by the rules!"
Mark looks back at the camera, he has a huge grin on his face then he lays down on the bench, laying on his stomach, using his wrestling gear bag as a cushion for his head.
Mark Gallagher:- there you go my back is there for you all to try and stab me in if you wish to try, I betting no one will though, no one in this horrible, miserable, fat, inbred country has the balls to come close enough! HAHAHAHA.
See you all Sunday bitches! I will be waiting right here!
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA"
The screen goes black
The man:- ". . . . . . You may wonder why I'm laughing sat here alone at 3am? . . . HAHAHAAAA! . . . . I'm laughing because I'm amused, I'm amused beyond belief! HAHAAAAAHA! I am a veteran soldier, I have killed people, I have permanently injured and paralysed people! And yet I am overlooked for the death match tournament! HAHAHAHAHAAAA! DONT YOU REALISE MY LIFE HAS BEEN EXACTLY THAT?!?! . . . . . My life has been a death match tournament since day one! I don't play by the rules, and I won't play by the rules in my match at slam this Sunday! That will be my death match tournament!"
The man pauses, he pulls his hood from his shaven head, and slowly lifting his head to reveal his face to the camera, he is straight faced and looking very determined.
The man :- "I am sure by now you know who I am but allow me to reintroduce my self, my name is The Main Event Mark Gallagher, I'm from Sheffield England. I served in the RAF, I went to war for my country, then I was literally stabbed in the back by a friend! I was held at her majesty's pleasure for 4 long years for getting revenge! I put the guy in a coma, he can't walk anymore! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! He can't feed him self, he can't clean his own shitty arse! I am like this because of him! I was betrayed, and that will never happen again! I ride alone now, I don't need friends and I certainly don't need fans! You won't find my merchandise in any store because I don't want to be associated with the inbred WCF universe, or for that matter be associated with the inbred American public!
Mark Gallagher stands up with nunchucks in his hand, passing them behind his neck, and from hand to hand in lighting speed, he continues . . .
Mark Gallagher:- Go and buy your dion necurat t-shirts, he wants you pussies to be his friends, he wants you to kiss his arse, he wants you to chant his name! Come this Sunday and you will be able to chant his name and wear his t-shirts at his damn funeral! He will be the 1st official victim of this unofficial death match! I've done my research dion, do you wanna know why your daddy left? . . . Because he was ashamed of you, he was ashamed of his little pussy son, I mean who wouldn't be? Right? He wanted a real man as a son, instead he got a broken little bitch like you! Hey maybe he will be watching Sunday? . . . I will make him realise he made the right decision in dumping you, and make him realise he was right, you are a pussy!HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA, that bum shoulder of yours is like a bullseye to a man like me! We all know that is never going to heal, and just Incase it might, I will make sure it doesn't! But that will be the least of your worries. . . Believe me! Nuclear bomb or pad lock? You choose . . . See you Sunday bitch!
Mark Gallagher pauses again, once again swinging his nunchucks in an incredibly skilled fashion, he continues again
Mark Gallagher :- "on to victim number 2! . . . Jason o'neal? Is that his name? Something like that. Oh. . . your the REAL DEAL? HAHAHAHAHAAAAHA. You will be my first real MEAL here in the USA! . . . You lived the street life? You were a shot caller on the streets? Bitch I am living the street life right now! I'm calling the shots right now! Do you see how quiet it is right here? It has been since I got off that damn plane, I've been here ever since! It was a busy area before I got here, but look now. . . . Even the birds, cats, dogs, fucking bears are staying away! I could go to a zoo and the animals would disappear! Just like you will on Sunday, you will disappear for good! When I apply the pad lock to your rotting corpse the snaps and cracks of your bones will echo through the building, the noise will stick with the inbred crowd for ever, they will hear it when they sleep, they will hear it when they eat, they will hear it when they work and they will hear it when they feed there children! Jason o'neal you will never be the same again! See you Sunday HAHAHAHA!"
Mark Gallagher sits back down on the bench, pulls the hood on his jacket back over his head. He looks back towards the floor and begins to speak once again
Mark Gallagher:- "I am here to hurt people, I am here to win gold, and I am here to take over this company! I don't need chances to be given to me on a plate, I will force chances on the owner by hurting the people he puts in front of me! I will destroy the roster of WCF! All opposition is welcome to come and see me wether it's in the ring, or right here by this bench, I am not going anywhere until I get to where I want to be and I will get there alone! Just remember every one of my matches is a death match to me! . . . I am happy I have the chance to hurt 2 people instead of just one! It's a great welcome gift to me, just remember, I won't play by the rules!"
Mark looks back at the camera, he has a huge grin on his face then he lays down on the bench, laying on his stomach, using his wrestling gear bag as a cushion for his head.
Mark Gallagher:- there you go my back is there for you all to try and stab me in if you wish to try, I betting no one will though, no one in this horrible, miserable, fat, inbred country has the balls to come close enough! HAHAHAHA.
See you all Sunday bitches! I will be waiting right here!
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA"
The screen goes black
