Post by TheButcher on Aug 5, 2016 15:22:13 GMT -5
{*** The day after meeting at Freezer Burn's place, with Freezer, Oblivion, and Bates. The Baron was granted permission by WCF's front office to do a 'one-off' Indy appearance at The Baron's old wrestling company where Seth first discovered him... International Wrestling Cartel, in Pittsburgh, PA. The reason for the permission was so The Baron can get back into his frame of mind of the Ultra-Violent Death Match 'Beast Mode.'
And, secondly, because IWC was holding an Alumni star-studded event that features past talent that has been called up to the Big Leagues. However, for Seth to agree to the terms, WCF received a royalty off of The Baron's appearance.
The Baron, as always, does not care about greed like Seth, or the limelight that Seth seeks for his own narcissistic self-acceptance. Seth can continue his 'Napoleon Complex, as long it does not affect The Baron's focus and goals: The path to obtaining Gold around his waist, and decimating every single person that gets in his way..
And, what is the best way to maintain focus after the emotional week The Baron had after meeting with Freezer Burn, and the information about Freezer's son's untimely death...
DEATH-FUCKIN'-MATCH!!!! IWC in Elizabeth, PA!
The Baron's match is going to be against Krimson...one demonic, evil son of a bitch! ***}
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(Fast forward to the night of the event...)
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{*** The Baron meets the wrestlers who he used to share the ring with DJ Z, Warchild, Asylum, Dalton Castle, Chest Flexor, etc. The Baron speaks briefly with the wrestlers, but it was time to get ready... The Baron tapes his hands, wears his trademark black military cargo pants.. And, Slayer's Wehrmacht shirt.. But, in tow, he has a garbage can full of items for the evening: NightStick, Cheese Grater, Cut-down glass panes, bag of thumbtacks, 3 fluorescent light tubes, staple gun, 2x4, barbed-wire baseball bat, and ....also, wearing brass knuckles on each of his taped hands...
The Baron has the garbage can beside him, waiting for the Ring Announcer to announce his name...and, all of a sudden, the lights go down, and The Baron's old IWC entrance music, Helmet/House of Pain's 'Just Another Victim' starts blaring across the house speakers... And, through the curtain the fog emerges and a Red Spotlight appears at the entrance... ***}
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Ring Announcer:
And, the opponent to Krimson this evening, is the great IWC alumni hailing from Köln, Germany, but now from here in the Greater Pittsburgh area... "The Baron" Henker von Massaker!!!
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{*** The Baron walks through the curtain, stops under the red spotlight, throws up one arm with a clinched fist, and starts stalking to the ring with the garbage can being dragged beside him... He stops at the ring, and stares at the enclosed cage structure... And, slowly walks up the stairs, and through the cage door. He then burns a hole through Krimson with his Demonic look, and gives Krimson his trademark evil 'I'm going to fuck you up' smirk.
The bell rings, and right off the bat, The Baron turns into this vicious, purposed, maniacal madman...and, automatically connects with the barbed-wire ball bat right to Krimson's skull. Krimson falls down in a bloody heap. The Baron looks down at Krimson and starts laughing..
At this time, The Baron goes to the one caged side, looks at the IWC officials and medical personnel that are on stand-by, and flips them off...and, then with his index finger slowly points to his head..to show he knows what he is doing and mocking them at ringside.
The Baron reaches in his cargo pants pocket, and pulls out....a lock!?!?
The Baron knowing the lock outside is controlled by the ref who has a key to it, he walks over to the cage door, and uses his OWN LOCK and, locks the door from the inside so NO ONE CAN GET IN!
The IWC officials are yelling at The Baron to take the lock off, as The Baron looks at the officials, shrugs his shoulders, and yells "I forgot the fucking key!"
The Baron walks over to Krimson, and mounts him giving him head strikes with his brass knuckles...left, right, left, right..
And, then, The Baron empties the garbage can onto the mat.. And, hits Krimson with the nightstick, then the 2x4, then breaks each fluorescent tube over Krimson. Then, The Baron uses the cheese grater over Krimson's head, and then breaks the glass panes over Krimson's lifeless body...and, opening up two huge gashes over Krimson's left arm and his rib area... The Baron finally pulls out the staple gun... And, decides he is going to be 'Dr. Massaker,' and attempts to staple the gash wounds closed like it was an 'alley abortion clinic.'.
Krimson finally shows signs of life via a bloodcurdling scream, as The Baron intentionally just staples away with no regard if he is even closing Krimson's wounds..
At this time, The Baron uses his last piece of arsenal..the thumbtacks!!
The Baron dumps the tacks down, and picks up Krimson...and executes the Wehrmacht!!! Face and chest first into the thumbtacks!! Jesus!!!
The Baron yells for the IWC officials to toss over a house microphone so he can address the crowd.... ***}
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The Baron:
IWC fans...it's great to be back!
But, these fuckers should've known my mental state before they decided to invite me here tonight!
#1 My good buddy from WCF, Freezer Burn. His son has passed away this week. RIP!!
#2 WCF is NOT taking my RAGE seriously!
#3 I am preparing for WCF's King of the DeathMatch tournament!
So, why the fuck did IWC invite me back knowing I would make an example of someone....
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(The Baron looks at Krimson)
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The Baron:
And, Krimson.... I'd say sorry, but I'm not!! I.......well....just don't give a fuck!
Which...brings me to the King of the Death Match participants...
First off, Psychopomp... You can use all of the asinine, juvenile wordplay on my name all you want.. You are just a simpleton, and I beat you at TUS....1-2-3, and it was my 2nd match at the PPV, and my 2nd win!
And, it was just a typical rules match... Now, you think you can beat me in a match that I am a master of??
You have NO CHANCE in MY Hell!
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(The Baron points at Krimson)
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The Baron:
You see that lifeless carcass? That will be you on Sunday at Slam! So, fuck your Goodwill bread eating contest with dumpster-diver Joe.
And, FUCK YOU garbage jobber Pomp.. You are standing in my way of being THE King of what I do best.. Death dealing!
Oh, by the way, this also goes out to the rest of you miscreants and derelicts that decided they want to fuck with this deranged, but calculated, War Machine in the Death Match tournament.... I AM THE BARON, AND MY LAST NAME SAYS IT ALL....MASSAKER!
And, for you uneducated rubes.... That is German for ....MASSACRE!!!
{**The IWC officials are trying to cut The Baron's lock with bolt cutters, while the medical personnel are on stand-by to help Krimson... As, the camera fades away to black...**}
And, secondly, because IWC was holding an Alumni star-studded event that features past talent that has been called up to the Big Leagues. However, for Seth to agree to the terms, WCF received a royalty off of The Baron's appearance.
The Baron, as always, does not care about greed like Seth, or the limelight that Seth seeks for his own narcissistic self-acceptance. Seth can continue his 'Napoleon Complex, as long it does not affect The Baron's focus and goals: The path to obtaining Gold around his waist, and decimating every single person that gets in his way..
And, what is the best way to maintain focus after the emotional week The Baron had after meeting with Freezer Burn, and the information about Freezer's son's untimely death...
DEATH-FUCKIN'-MATCH!!!! IWC in Elizabeth, PA!
The Baron's match is going to be against Krimson...one demonic, evil son of a bitch! ***}
***********
(Fast forward to the night of the event...)
***********
{*** The Baron meets the wrestlers who he used to share the ring with DJ Z, Warchild, Asylum, Dalton Castle, Chest Flexor, etc. The Baron speaks briefly with the wrestlers, but it was time to get ready... The Baron tapes his hands, wears his trademark black military cargo pants.. And, Slayer's Wehrmacht shirt.. But, in tow, he has a garbage can full of items for the evening: NightStick, Cheese Grater, Cut-down glass panes, bag of thumbtacks, 3 fluorescent light tubes, staple gun, 2x4, barbed-wire baseball bat, and ....also, wearing brass knuckles on each of his taped hands...
The Baron has the garbage can beside him, waiting for the Ring Announcer to announce his name...and, all of a sudden, the lights go down, and The Baron's old IWC entrance music, Helmet/House of Pain's 'Just Another Victim' starts blaring across the house speakers... And, through the curtain the fog emerges and a Red Spotlight appears at the entrance... ***}
*********
Ring Announcer:
And, the opponent to Krimson this evening, is the great IWC alumni hailing from Köln, Germany, but now from here in the Greater Pittsburgh area... "The Baron" Henker von Massaker!!!
*********
{*** The Baron walks through the curtain, stops under the red spotlight, throws up one arm with a clinched fist, and starts stalking to the ring with the garbage can being dragged beside him... He stops at the ring, and stares at the enclosed cage structure... And, slowly walks up the stairs, and through the cage door. He then burns a hole through Krimson with his Demonic look, and gives Krimson his trademark evil 'I'm going to fuck you up' smirk.
The bell rings, and right off the bat, The Baron turns into this vicious, purposed, maniacal madman...and, automatically connects with the barbed-wire ball bat right to Krimson's skull. Krimson falls down in a bloody heap. The Baron looks down at Krimson and starts laughing..
At this time, The Baron goes to the one caged side, looks at the IWC officials and medical personnel that are on stand-by, and flips them off...and, then with his index finger slowly points to his head..to show he knows what he is doing and mocking them at ringside.
The Baron reaches in his cargo pants pocket, and pulls out....a lock!?!?
The Baron knowing the lock outside is controlled by the ref who has a key to it, he walks over to the cage door, and uses his OWN LOCK and, locks the door from the inside so NO ONE CAN GET IN!
The IWC officials are yelling at The Baron to take the lock off, as The Baron looks at the officials, shrugs his shoulders, and yells "I forgot the fucking key!"
The Baron walks over to Krimson, and mounts him giving him head strikes with his brass knuckles...left, right, left, right..
And, then, The Baron empties the garbage can onto the mat.. And, hits Krimson with the nightstick, then the 2x4, then breaks each fluorescent tube over Krimson. Then, The Baron uses the cheese grater over Krimson's head, and then breaks the glass panes over Krimson's lifeless body...and, opening up two huge gashes over Krimson's left arm and his rib area... The Baron finally pulls out the staple gun... And, decides he is going to be 'Dr. Massaker,' and attempts to staple the gash wounds closed like it was an 'alley abortion clinic.'.
Krimson finally shows signs of life via a bloodcurdling scream, as The Baron intentionally just staples away with no regard if he is even closing Krimson's wounds..
At this time, The Baron uses his last piece of arsenal..the thumbtacks!!
The Baron dumps the tacks down, and picks up Krimson...and executes the Wehrmacht!!! Face and chest first into the thumbtacks!! Jesus!!!
The Baron yells for the IWC officials to toss over a house microphone so he can address the crowd.... ***}
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The Baron:
IWC fans...it's great to be back!
But, these fuckers should've known my mental state before they decided to invite me here tonight!
#1 My good buddy from WCF, Freezer Burn. His son has passed away this week. RIP!!
#2 WCF is NOT taking my RAGE seriously!
#3 I am preparing for WCF's King of the DeathMatch tournament!
So, why the fuck did IWC invite me back knowing I would make an example of someone....
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(The Baron looks at Krimson)
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The Baron:
And, Krimson.... I'd say sorry, but I'm not!! I.......well....just don't give a fuck!
Which...brings me to the King of the Death Match participants...
First off, Psychopomp... You can use all of the asinine, juvenile wordplay on my name all you want.. You are just a simpleton, and I beat you at TUS....1-2-3, and it was my 2nd match at the PPV, and my 2nd win!
And, it was just a typical rules match... Now, you think you can beat me in a match that I am a master of??
You have NO CHANCE in MY Hell!
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(The Baron points at Krimson)
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The Baron:
You see that lifeless carcass? That will be you on Sunday at Slam! So, fuck your Goodwill bread eating contest with dumpster-diver Joe.
And, FUCK YOU garbage jobber Pomp.. You are standing in my way of being THE King of what I do best.. Death dealing!
Oh, by the way, this also goes out to the rest of you miscreants and derelicts that decided they want to fuck with this deranged, but calculated, War Machine in the Death Match tournament.... I AM THE BARON, AND MY LAST NAME SAYS IT ALL....MASSAKER!
And, for you uneducated rubes.... That is German for ....MASSACRE!!!
{**The IWC officials are trying to cut The Baron's lock with bolt cutters, while the medical personnel are on stand-by to help Krimson... As, the camera fades away to black...**}
