Searching for the Villain
Jan 18, 2020 20:42:14 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Jan 18, 2020 20:42:14 GMT -5
*The camera opens as Lord Dominicus makes his way down dark corridors. The sounds of whip, screams, and…moans(!?) fill the dungeon-like atmosphere as to the sides of the Dark Lord we only see hints of black, red, leather, and flesh. As he stops at an intersection of equally confusing (and arousing?) halls a voice calls out to him.*
Voice: Hey there big boy, are you giving or taking?
*Lord Dominicus considers this for a moment.*
LD: Well, it depends on perspective I suppose. Because at Supremacy I intend to GIVE a beating to my STUPID SADDLE-GOOSE opponent, Liam Bradley- PSW’s pathetic representative. But, on that eve, once the pin is counted I shall be TAKING what’s rightfully mine and Dark Horse Wrestling’s, the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship! Then I shall be the BLACK KING OF THE JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHTS!
Voice: You’re hiding a black king under all that huh? Well I’ll count your pin anytime- after this session, of course.
*The sound of a whip fires*
Voice: OH YEAH HURT ME SO BAD!
*Dominicus continues his adventure through the mysterious realm of masochism and who knows what else. Eventually he finds what appears to be a front desk, which is weird since why was he wandering through the halls if what he wanted was in the front?*
LD: YOU THERE! MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT!
*Literally a shiny leather-bound mistress spins around from behind the desk.*
Mistress: Oh boy, a super hero job. Those Avengers movies are killing us.
LD: What? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I’M NOT A HERO!
Mistress: Sure sure, hero, villain, pick your pain there kiddo. Are you here to give or take?
LD: Why does everyone keep asking that? No, I’m looking for somebody in particular
Mistress: Does she…..or he(?) have a name?
LD: Yes, Liam Bradley, he may be under “The Villain” as he likes that monitor.
*The lady of pain rolls her eyes at our masked antagonistic-protagonist.*
Mistress: Look honey, I know everyone here and there’s nobody calling themselves that. Maybe you got the wrong places.
LD: Hmmm, I mean, it’s possible. This is the premier house of pain though, isn’t it?
Mistress: It literally says it on the sign.
LD: Then Liam Bradley should be here. After all…
*Dominicus turns to the camera that’s been following him.*
LD: HE’S A MASSIVE CHOKE ARTIST! You see folks, and Bradley since I guess you aren’t here; I’ve been trying to learn about you and as I’ve done so I’ve noticed a few things.
*He counts on his fingers.*
LD: 1. You are so obsessed with your CRAPPY COXCOMB of an image that you’re basically just a tag-line, a fur coat, and an umbrella.
*Next finger goes up.*
LD: 2. You’re either annoyingly verbose or stupidly silent.
*Third finger rolled out.*
LD: 3. You can’t seal the deal.
Mistress: Look buddy, are you gonna-
*He holds his finger to her mouth and shushes her. At first she seems taken aback and a little annoyed, but then decides to submit to his dominance- a sale is a sale, right?*
LD: You cut your teeth in AXW but what do you have to show for it? Nothing. You’ve been running at the top for your whole career and have zero, zilch, nada- nothing to prove that you’re any sort of a force that I should care about. You’re a loser. A cockalorum without a- well without any way to prove it exists, if you know what I mean.
Mistress: Ooh, going after his manhood, I like a guy that can-
LD: I don’t need your help. But see that’s exactly my point, Liam. I don’t need any help proving my exploits because I carry with me the EWF Superior Championship. The top belt in that company, which I wore as the rest of that pathetic place fell. And when they re-opened? They knew that they’d have to pry MY Championship out of my cold dead hands so they made a new top title to replace it. That’s why when it comes to Supremacy, I’m gonna end up on top!
*The mistress takes notes Dominicus’ preferences*
LD: I am Championship material, XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship material, Mr. “Villain.” Unlike your PATHETIC PILLOCK self. Once I get my DARK FINGERS on that gold, it’ll take the gates of hell to retrieve it. You are a fool Bradley and the company you represent is a blight on Phantom Horse Industries. Soon DHW will run this whole thing and I, the ABYSSAL EMPEROR shall sit upon my throne and judge you as the unworthy ninnyhammer you are!
*Feeling done with his rant, LD returns his attention to the mistress behind the counter.*
Mistress: Room 24 on the left, I think you’ll like what we’ve got for you
*She slides him a key, but Dominicus bats it away.*
LD: AWAY! I am a not-exactly-married-man and engaging in such acts might not help me get back in the house!
*He turns away to leave but notices the camera is still on.*
LD: STOP FILMING!
*Fade out.*
Voice: Hey there big boy, are you giving or taking?
*Lord Dominicus considers this for a moment.*
LD: Well, it depends on perspective I suppose. Because at Supremacy I intend to GIVE a beating to my STUPID SADDLE-GOOSE opponent, Liam Bradley- PSW’s pathetic representative. But, on that eve, once the pin is counted I shall be TAKING what’s rightfully mine and Dark Horse Wrestling’s, the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship! Then I shall be the BLACK KING OF THE JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHTS!
Voice: You’re hiding a black king under all that huh? Well I’ll count your pin anytime- after this session, of course.
*The sound of a whip fires*
Voice: OH YEAH HURT ME SO BAD!
*Dominicus continues his adventure through the mysterious realm of masochism and who knows what else. Eventually he finds what appears to be a front desk, which is weird since why was he wandering through the halls if what he wanted was in the front?*
LD: YOU THERE! MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT!
*Literally a shiny leather-bound mistress spins around from behind the desk.*
Mistress: Oh boy, a super hero job. Those Avengers movies are killing us.
LD: What? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I’M NOT A HERO!
Mistress: Sure sure, hero, villain, pick your pain there kiddo. Are you here to give or take?
LD: Why does everyone keep asking that? No, I’m looking for somebody in particular
Mistress: Does she…..or he(?) have a name?
LD: Yes, Liam Bradley, he may be under “The Villain” as he likes that monitor.
*The lady of pain rolls her eyes at our masked antagonistic-protagonist.*
Mistress: Look honey, I know everyone here and there’s nobody calling themselves that. Maybe you got the wrong places.
LD: Hmmm, I mean, it’s possible. This is the premier house of pain though, isn’t it?
Mistress: It literally says it on the sign.
LD: Then Liam Bradley should be here. After all…
*Dominicus turns to the camera that’s been following him.*
LD: HE’S A MASSIVE CHOKE ARTIST! You see folks, and Bradley since I guess you aren’t here; I’ve been trying to learn about you and as I’ve done so I’ve noticed a few things.
*He counts on his fingers.*
LD: 1. You are so obsessed with your CRAPPY COXCOMB of an image that you’re basically just a tag-line, a fur coat, and an umbrella.
*Next finger goes up.*
LD: 2. You’re either annoyingly verbose or stupidly silent.
*Third finger rolled out.*
LD: 3. You can’t seal the deal.
Mistress: Look buddy, are you gonna-
*He holds his finger to her mouth and shushes her. At first she seems taken aback and a little annoyed, but then decides to submit to his dominance- a sale is a sale, right?*
LD: You cut your teeth in AXW but what do you have to show for it? Nothing. You’ve been running at the top for your whole career and have zero, zilch, nada- nothing to prove that you’re any sort of a force that I should care about. You’re a loser. A cockalorum without a- well without any way to prove it exists, if you know what I mean.
Mistress: Ooh, going after his manhood, I like a guy that can-
LD: I don’t need your help. But see that’s exactly my point, Liam. I don’t need any help proving my exploits because I carry with me the EWF Superior Championship. The top belt in that company, which I wore as the rest of that pathetic place fell. And when they re-opened? They knew that they’d have to pry MY Championship out of my cold dead hands so they made a new top title to replace it. That’s why when it comes to Supremacy, I’m gonna end up on top!
*The mistress takes notes Dominicus’ preferences*
LD: I am Championship material, XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship material, Mr. “Villain.” Unlike your PATHETIC PILLOCK self. Once I get my DARK FINGERS on that gold, it’ll take the gates of hell to retrieve it. You are a fool Bradley and the company you represent is a blight on Phantom Horse Industries. Soon DHW will run this whole thing and I, the ABYSSAL EMPEROR shall sit upon my throne and judge you as the unworthy ninnyhammer you are!
*Feeling done with his rant, LD returns his attention to the mistress behind the counter.*
Mistress: Room 24 on the left, I think you’ll like what we’ve got for you
*She slides him a key, but Dominicus bats it away.*
LD: AWAY! I am a not-exactly-married-man and engaging in such acts might not help me get back in the house!
*He turns away to leave but notices the camera is still on.*
LD: STOP FILMING!
*Fade out.*
