Post by edwarddubin0604 on Oct 21, 2019 20:47:21 GMT -5
(The night is damp from all the moisture and drizzle the fog covers the streets barely allowing the streetlights to shine through the thickness. A figure walks through the fog not caring about the weather or the fog he just walks through the street alone. He walks towards the camera revealing himself as Psychotic Goth.)
Psychotic Goth: "London, England. This is my power base. This is where 'The King of the Goths' is at the Epoch of my power. This is where I love to recharge and then decimate those who get in my way. It seems at End of days I shall be up against three other competitors. Let me see who I shall be facing in this Tornado style match."
(He pauses.)
Psychotic Goth: "Who shall I start with. Who is this Area #42. Is he someone who worked with the people of Area 51. Is this idiot an escapee from the famed alien base. Well Area #42 I'm going to send you back to where you belong. I'm going to send you back to your pathetic promotion and you shall be wishing that you hadn't even participated in this match. Let alone being in the ring with 'The Psychotic One.'"
(He speaks in an ancient English dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Do you think you have a chance against me...."
(Psychotic Goth laughs and shouts in an ancient dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "You have a better chance against a jobber in your own home promotion or whoever the loser in your home fed who holds your realm's promotion."
(He laughs again and shouts in an ancient English dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's Maverick. Aren't you the very Maverick whom I heard was once a AWF competitor before you walked away like a coward. You don't think I don't know that's what you did. I heard it from someone I know there and you just walked away for a new promotion. Are you truly happy there or are you going to leave the promotion so you can move on again and again like an exile. A nomad. A wanderer who prefers to travel forever and ever without a life or without a true goal. Do you really want to win this match and move forward at EOD or do you plan on going through the motions. We shall see."
(Psychotic Goth pauses and the silence is both deafening and ominous.)
Psychotic Goth: "Finally there is you Bobby Barat. You come back from a long absence at AWF and you were the X-Crown Champion defeating someone named Michael Storm. The one known as The 52 Second Man since that was how long he was in a coma. He only knew death for that amount of time. Isn't it funny that when you were younger. I was wrestling in a division known as HardKore Britain. How many titles were you holding when I was winning tag titles. You were probably going to proms or if you were truly lucky to frat parties."
(Psychotic Goth laughs and screams in an ancient English dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Will you retire from the AWF if you lose in EOD. Shall I be the one who convinces you to walk away for good instead of you trying to get your last gasp at glory. You shall fall like London shall fall one day. II shall make sure that happens in this wild four way war."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "End of days shall be just that for those who are facing me from Agent #42 to maverick and even Bobby Barat. You shall see 'The King of the Goths' and his gothic armies raid and pillage your villages and realms. I shall destroy our defenders on my way to ultimate glory. The odds look like they are against me but I don't care. I don't fucking care. I don't believe in rules. I don't believe in following etiquette. There are no rules in this match and I love such rules. Anything goes and I love such rules and I shall beat all in this match on my way to winning End of Days. Thus I have spoken and thus it shall become reality.)
(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient English dialect as the scene slowly fades to black.)
Psychotic Goth: "London, England. This is my power base. This is where 'The King of the Goths' is at the Epoch of my power. This is where I love to recharge and then decimate those who get in my way. It seems at End of days I shall be up against three other competitors. Let me see who I shall be facing in this Tornado style match."
(He pauses.)
Psychotic Goth: "Who shall I start with. Who is this Area #42. Is he someone who worked with the people of Area 51. Is this idiot an escapee from the famed alien base. Well Area #42 I'm going to send you back to where you belong. I'm going to send you back to your pathetic promotion and you shall be wishing that you hadn't even participated in this match. Let alone being in the ring with 'The Psychotic One.'"
(He speaks in an ancient English dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Do you think you have a chance against me...."
(Psychotic Goth laughs and shouts in an ancient dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "You have a better chance against a jobber in your own home promotion or whoever the loser in your home fed who holds your realm's promotion."
(He laughs again and shouts in an ancient English dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's Maverick. Aren't you the very Maverick whom I heard was once a AWF competitor before you walked away like a coward. You don't think I don't know that's what you did. I heard it from someone I know there and you just walked away for a new promotion. Are you truly happy there or are you going to leave the promotion so you can move on again and again like an exile. A nomad. A wanderer who prefers to travel forever and ever without a life or without a true goal. Do you really want to win this match and move forward at EOD or do you plan on going through the motions. We shall see."
(Psychotic Goth pauses and the silence is both deafening and ominous.)
Psychotic Goth: "Finally there is you Bobby Barat. You come back from a long absence at AWF and you were the X-Crown Champion defeating someone named Michael Storm. The one known as The 52 Second Man since that was how long he was in a coma. He only knew death for that amount of time. Isn't it funny that when you were younger. I was wrestling in a division known as HardKore Britain. How many titles were you holding when I was winning tag titles. You were probably going to proms or if you were truly lucky to frat parties."
(Psychotic Goth laughs and screams in an ancient English dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Will you retire from the AWF if you lose in EOD. Shall I be the one who convinces you to walk away for good instead of you trying to get your last gasp at glory. You shall fall like London shall fall one day. II shall make sure that happens in this wild four way war."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms and flings his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "End of days shall be just that for those who are facing me from Agent #42 to maverick and even Bobby Barat. You shall see 'The King of the Goths' and his gothic armies raid and pillage your villages and realms. I shall destroy our defenders on my way to ultimate glory. The odds look like they are against me but I don't care. I don't fucking care. I don't believe in rules. I don't believe in following etiquette. There are no rules in this match and I love such rules. Anything goes and I love such rules and I shall beat all in this match on my way to winning End of Days. Thus I have spoken and thus it shall become reality.)
(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient English dialect as the scene slowly fades to black.)