Post by Psychopomp on Aug 9, 2016 21:29:13 GMT -5
(The camera opens in the empty locker room of the famous House of Hardcore home, well almost empty...Psychopomp is sitting on the bench with a wet towel over his head. We can see his body covered in gauze and various band-aids ranging from Sponge-bob to Flash Mcqueen. It looks like he's getting ready for his up-coming match tonight. He lifts his head up and notices the camera, he then removes his head-phones to talk to the camera.)
Well last night didn't go as I planned...I'm battered, I'm bruised, cut, blue but my spirit is not broken, my moon is still within reach. I can still gaze at her beautiful face that is the tittle of 'King of death matches'. And later I'm up against an old foe, adversary of mine. It's kinda ironic that the one time we faced in the past was a hardcore match! That time it also didn't end my way. BUT this time it's different. It's not just your run of the mill hardcore match like when we did the tango...No TONIGHT, it's a Barbed wire cage match.
(Pomp takes off his wet towel and throws it on the floor and stares at the camera.)
A steel structure made of barb-wire and madness and I think the WCF Galaxy knows that I excel at least at one of those things. And SPOILER ALERT! It was madness...You think you have me figured out from your win last time but tonight, none of that will matter. No amount of planning will prepare you from what's going to happen tonight. The bell will toll and our bodies will crash.
(Pomp start taping his hands and forearms, making sure and every little detail is ready for his match)
The only way to win is to crawls out of that cage. And trust me the only way you'd do that would be if you'd pull your mangled
body over my motionless corpse. I'm going to return to Young what Young gave to me last time. And I think I might even have some loose change left. A few pennies, loonies and toonies I can pelt at your way while you lying in a pool mixed of your blood and your drool.
(Pomp gets up and starts stretching.)
Tonight is my night to be the extreme one...
Well last night didn't go as I planned...I'm battered, I'm bruised, cut, blue but my spirit is not broken, my moon is still within reach. I can still gaze at her beautiful face that is the tittle of 'King of death matches'. And later I'm up against an old foe, adversary of mine. It's kinda ironic that the one time we faced in the past was a hardcore match! That time it also didn't end my way. BUT this time it's different. It's not just your run of the mill hardcore match like when we did the tango...No TONIGHT, it's a Barbed wire cage match.
(Pomp takes off his wet towel and throws it on the floor and stares at the camera.)
A steel structure made of barb-wire and madness and I think the WCF Galaxy knows that I excel at least at one of those things. And SPOILER ALERT! It was madness...You think you have me figured out from your win last time but tonight, none of that will matter. No amount of planning will prepare you from what's going to happen tonight. The bell will toll and our bodies will crash.
(Pomp start taping his hands and forearms, making sure and every little detail is ready for his match)
The only way to win is to crawls out of that cage. And trust me the only way you'd do that would be if you'd pull your mangled
body over my motionless corpse. I'm going to return to Young what Young gave to me last time. And I think I might even have some loose change left. A few pennies, loonies and toonies I can pelt at your way while you lying in a pool mixed of your blood and your drool.
(Pomp gets up and starts stretching.)
Tonight is my night to be the extreme one...
