Post by Logan on May 27, 2009 11:51:47 GMT -5
( continued from wcfwrestling.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=newrpboard&action=display&thread=3858 )
"He who controls the battlefield controls history." - Yes. Solid Snake
Metal Angel flies off the turnbuckle, his fists clinched together crashing against my skull. The world around me spun, and for that dazed moment I had no idea where I was, Angel reminded me sending a stiff arm closeline across my throat knocking me off my feet. It didn't keep me down long.
Metal Angel: Get up!
And so I did. Angel came at me full blast, looking for his finishing spear, and that's when I put myself in the history books. Three Piece to The Face Combo! My signature move consisting of a boxers style jab, cross and devastating left hook. When Angel fell over face first the first moment of glory finally came, the first hole in the Bloody }{awks would begin to leak. I hooked the leg and three mere seconds later the ring official handed me WCF's new United States trophy, the championship belt. Oh, sweet sweet vendetta. And just when I thought things couldn't get any better.. they got worse. After a political backstage debate of WCF with Rick Mad, he forced me to drop the title to Metal Angel, and afterwards saw it fit to terminate my contract. I was fired. The following week after my absence, WCF closed it's doors.
War II 2001
I was contacted by Seth Lerch after a seasons passing, he informed me that WCF had enough funds to reopen it's doors and this time around he'd be the owner. That was something to smile on for it meant I'd have more creative control. Free from that dimwit Rick Mad who wanted everyone to be walking talking robots. This would be the beginning of a new entertainment, this would be the beginning of WCF's own wild west. Superstars of all over came to join, everyone had the same potential to make a name for themselves, any stardom or political ties past superstars of NCW or the first carnation of WCF had didn't mean a gawd damn thing. The birth of nobodies. A line of solider's. And those troops were sent to War.
"He who controls the battlefield controls history." - Yes. Solid Snake
Metal Angel flies off the turnbuckle, his fists clinched together crashing against my skull. The world around me spun, and for that dazed moment I had no idea where I was, Angel reminded me sending a stiff arm closeline across my throat knocking me off my feet. It didn't keep me down long.
Metal Angel: Get up!
And so I did. Angel came at me full blast, looking for his finishing spear, and that's when I put myself in the history books. Three Piece to The Face Combo! My signature move consisting of a boxers style jab, cross and devastating left hook. When Angel fell over face first the first moment of glory finally came, the first hole in the Bloody }{awks would begin to leak. I hooked the leg and three mere seconds later the ring official handed me WCF's new United States trophy, the championship belt. Oh, sweet sweet vendetta. And just when I thought things couldn't get any better.. they got worse. After a political backstage debate of WCF with Rick Mad, he forced me to drop the title to Metal Angel, and afterwards saw it fit to terminate my contract. I was fired. The following week after my absence, WCF closed it's doors.
War II 2001
I was contacted by Seth Lerch after a seasons passing, he informed me that WCF had enough funds to reopen it's doors and this time around he'd be the owner. That was something to smile on for it meant I'd have more creative control. Free from that dimwit Rick Mad who wanted everyone to be walking talking robots. This would be the beginning of a new entertainment, this would be the beginning of WCF's own wild west. Superstars of all over came to join, everyone had the same potential to make a name for themselves, any stardom or political ties past superstars of NCW or the first carnation of WCF had didn't mean a gawd damn thing. The birth of nobodies. A line of solider's. And those troops were sent to War.
