Post by Dave D-Flipz on May 31, 2019 20:51:25 GMT -5
Who's Handicapped? - An XHF World Champion Death Trap RP
*The lights go black as blue and red strobes circle the arena. The speakers blast DT whispering, Do you feel trapped? The Xtremetron flashes: The Main Attraction: Showing Now. The opening riffs of "Deny Me" by SOiL blare through the speakers. The tron shows a loop of assorted clips with DT walking the ramp, taunting in the ring, speaking on the mic from his promos, and the text Death Trap! XHF World Heavyweight Champion in red bubble letters crashing into the screen causing the background behind it to go black.
"Tell me does your pride bleed When you see me succeed? Is that the gist of your story? Now you had best get used to it. Cause I ain't about to quit. And Im just now getting started."
Death Trap steps out onto the ramp in his Death Trap Feelin Trapped? shirt, a necklace, trademark black bowl cap, and black shades. He has on his black leather pants, black boots, and black wristbands. On his waist is clasped the Xtreme Hardcore Federation World Heavyweight Championship. He hops from left leg to right and back twice and laughs evilly. He cracks his neck and steps forward onto the ramp. He throws a left jab right hook and then a big front kick at the air in front of him, each move setting off a pyrotechnic eruption. He walks to the crowd and stretches on the barricade as the chorus rings out along with verse 2.
"Shame me, claim me or deceive me. You grow sick every time you hear me say believe me? Every time I get one foot up You want to tear it down. You deny me! Deceiver! Every time I get one foot up you tear it down, knock it down, tear it down. Believer! Deny me!
I feel your hand on my throat As well as the knife in my back, And the whole time you keep smiling. What is your reason for this? Why won't your hate just quit? Life would better if you weren't struggling"
I feel your hand on my throat As well as the knife in my back, And the whole time you keep smiling. What is your reason for this? Why won't your hate just quit? Life would better if you weren't struggling"
Death Trap slowly walks down the ramp cracking his knuckles and randomly stopping to mouth off to the crowd, smile and brag. He rubs the belt and throws his hands up in a cross at the base of the ramp and breathes in deep the arenas atmosphere. The tron shows in big bold green letters "Final Judgment will be passed!" as a fireball comes forward and hits and scatters the letters and the screen burns from the center out into a series of clips including one of the X*Crown title match ending in the Final Judgment and DT raising the belt over his head, one of him sending Harry through the brick wall, one of him tossing Reeshi from the Annihilation Complex, and all of his wins over Chris and Curtis Kanyon, however most of the clips are of old ECF victories and it freezes on DT defeating Hardcore Harry and holding up the ECF Title. It zooms in on the ECF Title and lights up saying The legend continues! He slides into the ring and stretches on the ropes as he did before on the barricade. He unclasps the belt and looks at it smiling. He leaps to the middle rope. He looks out over the crowd and then raises the belt over his head and taunts to the crowd. The tron shows clips of him beating on Magnus and eventually his victory and then zooms in on the XHF World Heavyweight Title. He laughs evilly, reclasps the belt, and raises his arms in a cross. The lights brighten. He leaps to the center of the ring and looks off to one side as the tron flashes his picture.
"(Believer!) What's wrong with your world, Doesn't taste the same as mine. Aren't the shades the same as mine? Pain, Agony, Regret, Fear. Just dreams whisked away, taken away. So now does your pride still bleed Every time that I succeed? Now that you know that I'll keep trying ... Can your weak mind digest All that I'm feeding it?"
He walks to the back of the ring near the timekeepers table and leans on the ropes, arms crossed. He grabs a mic and begins to speak*
: Respect is something that isn't won, it's earned. It isn't something you get for no reason. ... But it is something people seem to have none of for me, their XHF World Heavyweight Champion, the best of all time!*boos*
: Case and point ... look at this pathetic excuse of an XHF Crowd! I AM YOUR WORLD CHAMP! You should be bowing before my greatness!*sodas thrown at him.*
: Whatever. You know I have been targetted lately. You know it's just what I wanted and yet ... I can't help noticing something. Not a single person will come face to face with me in a fair fight. Look at facts. I beat Triple Quake ... and what happens ... Styler hits me from behind and they double team. But hey they couldn't hold me down could they? Spencer was a fool that day. He tried to "pick up the pieces" and get credit for destroying me but I laid him out but good. One move, sprung from nowhere. He thought I was done ... but I am Death Trap. I am the XHF Champ. I'm the best there is. I got up and was in fine shape after successfully defending my title and being assaulted. Was I phased by it? NO! I came through like a true champ should! But Spencer has been jealous of me from the start. Ever since the day he came out ahead of me but lost to Gravedigger he's felt this title is his. And now he thinks he has some claim to it on me. But Spencer ... let's look back shall we? My first match after destroying Chris Kanyon's career ... was Death Trap vs. William Spencer. Do you remember that? Yea that's right, I beat you and pinned you to the mat for the one, two, three and you couldn't do shit about it then, and you think after a month off ... you can cut it against me now after having ended yet another career?*boos*
: Magnus wasn't so great anyway you idiots! But then Spencer got into chasing me again. See I had a point to prove. Red Fusion couldn't accept his own inferiority at my hands and decided to take me one on one in a pathetic attempt at proving himself worthy. Well I cracked his skull on the ringpost and then decided to make a statement. I was doing the XHF a favor by ridding it of the filth that is Fusion and his losing ways. Fusion likes to plague his betters and then get his ass kicked. I was removing an annoyance. I was simply cementing myself as the career killer. Chris Kanyon ... Magnus ... Fusion would be the least of them but no. I was stopped by William Spencer's sense of ... "goodness" and fair play. He felt it would be more beneficial to have another dead weight on the fed and saved his friend. That was the beginning. See I ignored Spencer because hell, he isn't a threat to me and I have title defenses to worry about against real contenders. But I guess Spencer wants his name thrown in there so let's take a look at good ol' Willy. *Spencer chants start up*
: You asked me what I was trying to prove. William, you wanted an answer for why I broke the spirit and tried to break the body of your friend Red Fusion. You really want to know? I was trying to prove ... absolutely nothing. I already made a mockery of his submission title by making him tap out twice in the tag match. I already shattered his skull and won the match proving he is a loser. What was I doing? Having fun. I figured what could be more fun then raising that total to 3 on my list of casualties? What could be better than breaking the neck of the submission champ in the submission that has won me the honor of being one of the best submission wrestlers in the business. But I'm interested in something Bill ... what is it that you plan to do to stop me from doing whatever the hell I want? You damn sure can't contend with me one on one. You were a main eventer way back in early 2004. You had your shots, Reeshi, Gravedigger, Destruction ... you couldn't beat anyone. You slipped away into the Apollyon syndrome, of extreme suckyness in the big matches. Face it, you will NEVER hold this title as long as I am here to stop you. But contrary to your little rationalization ... I wasn't who cost you your title shots man. I never even got involved in your business. I was on a mission to eliminate Mongo Corp remember? And that is probably also why you left that statement in open air, never picked up on it. You just lost because you weren't good enough. You couldn't handle the big time. You were NOTHING! Nothing in ECF, nothing in XHF, nothing EVER!*boos*
: But hey, you want to make it personal ... trying to stop my fun, trying to keep me from doing exactly what the so called, "best champ ever" did. Reeshi ... a man who just made a return ... a man who was nothing in my hands ... used to beat people down for no reason and end careers. What is wrong with doing it IN THE RING? Just because I am ten times better than you and better than Reeshi doesn't mean I shouldn't be able to cement myself as the new most leathal, dangerous, sick, sadistic, and powerful man in the business. I will be called the most destructive and best champ of all time. I will be known as the Main Attraction of XHF. People will know XHF, success, ... and Death Trap ... are synonymous. And you Spencer will know that I only hang with the best. Why did I ignore you the first time until you tried to attack me after the double team? Because you aren't worth my time. But you know, I never turn down a good challenge and hey, if you want to come out here and bitch and moan ... then I suppose I'll have to give you your beating. But tell me Spence ... when I destroy you and break you after the match ... who's going to feel that sense of chivalry and save YOUR ass? NOBODY. You will be at my mercy. It will be you that realizes when I warn you not to step into your own death trap ... it's legit ... not just a catchphrase ... And that beating I gave Red, Magnus, and Kanyon ... will look like a mere CHILDREN'S GAME!*he pauses as the crowd erupts with Spencer chants*
: Speaking of ... children's games ... we have the other two losers who seem to have taken an interest in my title ... Monopoly and Forest Kid ... let me start with the brain dead half of this ... extremely familiar tag team ... Johnny Styler.*crowd yells, "WOO!"*
: That's irritating ...*WOO!*
: ... Like I was saying before we lapsed into this ... mimic of that ... lesser place ... Johnny Styler. The "Forest Kid". I'm interested to know where that came from. I mean, you basically are a kid ... mentally ... but what? Did you spend four months in an animal rehab clinic being reacquainted with ... nature? Huh Boy? ... *he looks around* I can tell that your injury did the same to you as it did to Kris Quake. See I remember when you came back and tried to succeed. But your ring rust took over and you got your asses kicked. And now ... you don't even remember who Johnny "I can't believe you didn't see that coming" Styler and Kris Quake are! The longest reigning tag champs ... and look what's become of you! Styler ... you think you're some pie eating champ? What the hell! Did your injury give you amnesia and a major concussion with some brain damage? I mean come on, you were never really the brightest bulb but ... you've not just blown out ... you've regressed back into a candle that's been put out! But you know. I don't care why you got brain damaged and act like some forest nature kid on crack ... I just know you attacked me for no reason, just because I showed up your partner. And you will pay for it...*WOO!*
: ENOUGH! And then we get the kiddy game. Monopoly. Triple Quake. You really amuse me man you know that? You drink yourself stupid because Styler gets hurt ... and suddenly you act like the boss's son in law! You see Quake ... you don't hold anybody down. XHF isn't some farce that writes in their winners. We fight and prove real wrestling is real. Not like some other companies. We actually let the wrestlers' abilities decide who wins. And you weren't good enough to beat me. I am the XHF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I'm the Main Attraction! And I'm your better. But you know what's the funniest of all ... you claiming to be World Champ. I mean look at the title history ... there is no Quake that has ever held this here belt I rightfully earned. You see ... you were the ... JUNIOR Heavyweight Champ. JUNIOR!*Quake chants start*
: So JUNIOR, it all comes together. Your tiny form, your being small, your being a light heavyweight. You were the JUNIOR Heavyweight Champ man. So get your head out of your ass and face facts ... JUNIOR! Oh you don't like being called Junior do ya Junior? Well Junior ... I'm not Alex McCloud, a rookie ... I'm the best in the biz ... and if you want to try and stop me from calling you what you really are Junior then you are going to have to prove yourself because ... this title is mine, not yours ... Junior.*Junior chants start now*
: And Monday, I will prove to everyone just why I'm the champ. Not William "I'm not good enough" Spencer, not Johnny "I can't believe it's not butter" Styler, and not Kris "Uncle Moneybags" Quake... but "The Main Attraction" Death Trap. The Master of Puppets is the man in charge now ... and you'll have to deal with my control ... if you ever hope to survive this reign of terror I am bringing to XHF. Because come Monday ... you will all come face to face ... with your final judgment.*he pauses*
: So tell me now? Who's REALLY handicapped coming into Pyro? The brain damage brothers, the not quite good enough, ... or the most sick, sadistic, twisted, man in the biz? The World Champion. I think after Monday we'll need three more slots on the shelf and three more worker's comp checks ... after I finish you off. Monday ... all your little plans for revenge or proving you aren't a junior or a rip off ... will meet with an untimely BREAKDOWN!*Death Trap laughs evilly into the mic before flipping it over his head out of the ring. He raises his arms in a cross as the chorus of Deny Me hits. He rolls out of the ring. He taunts the crowd, arms extended and him spinning, before turning to go up the ramp. The tron rolls another loop of clips of DT exiting the arena, in his corvette, giving the cross over his head, raising the XHF Title over his head after beating Magnus, and the text Final Judgment has been passed. DT gets to the top of the ramp and stops. He looks over his shoulder at the arena, shakes his head and exits. *
