Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jun 2, 2020 9:36:38 GMT -5
*The previous match has just completed and Death Trap is approaching the gorilla position, ready to go out in front of a different collection of fans for the first time. He is glistening with water or oil or something over his abs and he puts on his entrance attire hoodie. He steps in front of the backstage camera.*
: "The anticipation … never goes away. I still get the same chills and thrills today as I did in 2002. I still feel the adrenaline and the anxiety. I live for this shit right here."
*The unfamiliar crowd still begins to chant Death Trap’s name despite being an outsider. They respect the achievements, they respect the skills, … they want to see Zoran’s head on a platter.*
: "There is no good substitute for this feeling. Some men crumble under the anxiety, some men block it out and just march forward. But me? I inhale the atmosphere, I breathe in the life of the crowd. I am empowered by the sound of the roaring crowd and the cheers of the fans. I take enjoyment in being able to provide entertainment to these people. A little snippet away from the harsh reality we live in. I am their get out of reality free card. For fifteen, twenty minutes these people know they will be front and center for the most amazing show put to mat and canvas. Between those ropes I am the gift that keeps on giving. There is no such thing as a bad Death Trap match, fans ALWAYS come away happy, smiling, excited, fulfilled."
*He looks into the camera and smiles*
: "And it doesn’t matter where on the card we fall Zoran … DT is still bringing the show to you. We will be the ones they talk about, we will be the ones they remember, WE will be the ones written in the history books. Because they don’t call me the main attraction for nothing. I will draw a worthwile, exciting, thrilling, move a minute match out of you yet. And then I will give the fans what they really want … you … tapping out withyou’re your might … to escape the punishment. And then the cheers will rain down. A certain bit of sadistic and satisfying schadenfreude at your expense. But then that’s a term and feeling I’m sure you understand and respect."
*He peeks through the curtain to get an idea of the crowd. Taking it all in, smelling the scents of the arena, hearing the constant buzz of the crowd. He closes his eyes and just soaks it all in*
: "I gotta say it kinda sucks being the vicarious link for them in this instance. I would love to be able to soak in that same feeling watching you get beaten at your own sick game. But delivering the punishment will have to suffice for now. I’m sure at Call to Arms I will be able to take it all in and watch you get maimed … and then maybe in the finals do it all again. But tonight, it’s just you and me, giving these fans the vicarious thrills of watching me bend you backwards and forwards and side to side, testing how durable those old bones of yours are. It’s just der kommissar in a prison of his own creating, as part of the Main Attraction. And I’ll be damned if you ruin that for me. These fans have a certain expectation tonight. They expect to see their antagonist put in a litany of cruel submission holds. They crave the thrill of watching me you’re your teeth down your throat. They desire nothing more than your blood and while I can’t promise them a savage beatdown with blood … I can promise them that you will be face up staring at the lights and that next show they will get the Main Attraction they truly need to see. Anthony Caffrey … victory pending … defending the X*Crown championship against the best damn technical wrestler in the world, Death Trap."
*He leans back into the gorilla area*
: "I want you to know Zoran, dear ol’ papá, that this is not personal. Or I want you to believe that. Because it is … mildly personal. I mean I took the match originally because I wanted to get you back. You took advantage of a situation at Supremacy to come away with a title I desperately needed at the time to prove my worth … to myself. And then you put me in the position to be blind-sided by that oaf Caffrey. But then I thought about it and really … would I have done any differently in your situation? Not at Supremacy, no. I’d have thrown all three of you down and pinned the weak link Maverick just the same. And while I probably wouldn’t have had a legion of clowns attack the ring, a robotic assassin enter the fray, or use a KNIFE in a fucking wrestling match … in terms of MY elimination from the rumble … I can’t really fault you or Caffrey for wanting the best man still standing in the ring to be … not in the ring."
*He puts his hand to his chin in deep thought*
: "And really the playful banter you provide me with is actually quite amusing … angry messages from my actual parents aside … they really don’t like you. Oh and my dad was PISSED about that last promo, seems some people missed the playful mirth in my tone and the symbolism in my voice. Thankfully at 40 years old, the timeline for child protective services checking in on them about me is LONG gone."
*He peeks back out at the crowd awaiting his cue to hit the stage and step into the spotlight.*
: "So by the time the match hit the card … I was over the personal feelings for you. Really I was now looking at this as more of a showcase for the MCCW and their top competitors. Between Call to Arms and me here at Battleground I was hoping to put us in the spotlight and make everyone see what they have been missing! Sidenote please watch us every Wednesday for Voltage and Thursday for Ignition right here on the XHF Network."
*He leans back in and winks at the camera*
: "But lo and behold … your desire to main event and be at the top of your own show led you to putting a title shot on the line. And this went from shameless self-promotion … to a very serious match for me. Suddenly I was not just out to put on a show for your fans to show them what they’ve been missing, but to earn ANOTHER match here in SWAT to further improve the number of eyes on MCCW, and of course to take my title away from Caffrey. I’m not gonna lie, it turned my excitement up to eleven. Suddenly this once again became about the feeling of schadenfreude I would be providing the fans of SWAT and the enemies of one, Zoran Sainovic."
*He throws his hood over his head as the lights begin to move around the arena signaling the time is near for him to emerge on stage*
: "See der kommissar … done fucked up. You don’t just dangle a carrot in front of Death Trap and expect him to play party to your whims. No no my dear comrade … DT doesn’t play games with title shots. So now you have got me amped up, locked and loaded, and in prime main event mode. Suddenly this became less of a showcase and more of a must win. And I will not disappoint the good people of SWAT. They have kindly opened their doors to me and let me kick their boss’s ass for a shot at the top title in the whole Network … at the risk of losing it from their own arms … just to see you put down. Unless they really have faith in Caffrey and let’s be honest … do we REALLY have that much faith in your faux emperor?"
*He shakes his head*
: "And so I repay the people of SWAT with this dose of schadenfreude. I step into their domain, hear their cheers and adoration, and put down the gimpy old man standing in my way. Oh don’t think I’ve forgotten Zoran … I know you claim to be a technician and submissionist as well but we all KNOW the real attribute you excel at is twisting the playing field in your favor. But I’m ready for your games. I am ready for someone to interfere on your behalf and I’ll put them down just the same. I’m ready for a possibly crooked ref, a doppelganger in disguise in the ring, what have you. It won’t work on me. See I’m a student of the game and my endurance and ring awareness make me a monster for people like you. I will not be afraid to exert myself against a fake you or an interloper because I know I have enough gas in the tank for an army of your minions while you will be running on fumes after a few short minutes. I’m ready for the weaponry and the shenanigans, hard to use them when your arms have been torqued from their sockets. I’m ready for whatever you can throw at me Zoran. Point blank … I refuse to walk out of here a loser this day. DT does NOT make a habit of disappointing his fans."
*The stage hand comes in and tells DT 2 minutes*
: "And so that time approaches. Time to take you to wrestling academy and show you how a REAL legend, a REAL submission expert, a REAL winner … handles his business. And from there … I will go into Call to Arms and bring home a chance to fight for the title for myself and four others, and then … go in and take the belt home early by overthrowing your emperor. Wrestling is too fixated on monarchies these days … kings and queens and princes and princesses and emperors … it’s time for a champion of the people. I hope you’re ready Zoran … because the Main Attraction is showing now … right here in SWAT … in this .."
*He looks at the card notes on the wall*
: "… LEGO … timebomb … coal miner’s glove? Oh what the fuck man …"
*The scene fades*
: "The anticipation … never goes away. I still get the same chills and thrills today as I did in 2002. I still feel the adrenaline and the anxiety. I live for this shit right here."*The unfamiliar crowd still begins to chant Death Trap’s name despite being an outsider. They respect the achievements, they respect the skills, … they want to see Zoran’s head on a platter.*
: "There is no good substitute for this feeling. Some men crumble under the anxiety, some men block it out and just march forward. But me? I inhale the atmosphere, I breathe in the life of the crowd. I am empowered by the sound of the roaring crowd and the cheers of the fans. I take enjoyment in being able to provide entertainment to these people. A little snippet away from the harsh reality we live in. I am their get out of reality free card. For fifteen, twenty minutes these people know they will be front and center for the most amazing show put to mat and canvas. Between those ropes I am the gift that keeps on giving. There is no such thing as a bad Death Trap match, fans ALWAYS come away happy, smiling, excited, fulfilled."*He looks into the camera and smiles*
: "And it doesn’t matter where on the card we fall Zoran … DT is still bringing the show to you. We will be the ones they talk about, we will be the ones they remember, WE will be the ones written in the history books. Because they don’t call me the main attraction for nothing. I will draw a worthwile, exciting, thrilling, move a minute match out of you yet. And then I will give the fans what they really want … you … tapping out withyou’re your might … to escape the punishment. And then the cheers will rain down. A certain bit of sadistic and satisfying schadenfreude at your expense. But then that’s a term and feeling I’m sure you understand and respect."*He peeks through the curtain to get an idea of the crowd. Taking it all in, smelling the scents of the arena, hearing the constant buzz of the crowd. He closes his eyes and just soaks it all in*
: "I gotta say it kinda sucks being the vicarious link for them in this instance. I would love to be able to soak in that same feeling watching you get beaten at your own sick game. But delivering the punishment will have to suffice for now. I’m sure at Call to Arms I will be able to take it all in and watch you get maimed … and then maybe in the finals do it all again. But tonight, it’s just you and me, giving these fans the vicarious thrills of watching me bend you backwards and forwards and side to side, testing how durable those old bones of yours are. It’s just der kommissar in a prison of his own creating, as part of the Main Attraction. And I’ll be damned if you ruin that for me. These fans have a certain expectation tonight. They expect to see their antagonist put in a litany of cruel submission holds. They crave the thrill of watching me you’re your teeth down your throat. They desire nothing more than your blood and while I can’t promise them a savage beatdown with blood … I can promise them that you will be face up staring at the lights and that next show they will get the Main Attraction they truly need to see. Anthony Caffrey … victory pending … defending the X*Crown championship against the best damn technical wrestler in the world, Death Trap."*He leans back into the gorilla area*
: "I want you to know Zoran, dear ol’ papá, that this is not personal. Or I want you to believe that. Because it is … mildly personal. I mean I took the match originally because I wanted to get you back. You took advantage of a situation at Supremacy to come away with a title I desperately needed at the time to prove my worth … to myself. And then you put me in the position to be blind-sided by that oaf Caffrey. But then I thought about it and really … would I have done any differently in your situation? Not at Supremacy, no. I’d have thrown all three of you down and pinned the weak link Maverick just the same. And while I probably wouldn’t have had a legion of clowns attack the ring, a robotic assassin enter the fray, or use a KNIFE in a fucking wrestling match … in terms of MY elimination from the rumble … I can’t really fault you or Caffrey for wanting the best man still standing in the ring to be … not in the ring."*He puts his hand to his chin in deep thought*
: "And really the playful banter you provide me with is actually quite amusing … angry messages from my actual parents aside … they really don’t like you. Oh and my dad was PISSED about that last promo, seems some people missed the playful mirth in my tone and the symbolism in my voice. Thankfully at 40 years old, the timeline for child protective services checking in on them about me is LONG gone."*He peeks back out at the crowd awaiting his cue to hit the stage and step into the spotlight.*
: "So by the time the match hit the card … I was over the personal feelings for you. Really I was now looking at this as more of a showcase for the MCCW and their top competitors. Between Call to Arms and me here at Battleground I was hoping to put us in the spotlight and make everyone see what they have been missing! Sidenote please watch us every Wednesday for Voltage and Thursday for Ignition right here on the XHF Network."*He leans back in and winks at the camera*
: "But lo and behold … your desire to main event and be at the top of your own show led you to putting a title shot on the line. And this went from shameless self-promotion … to a very serious match for me. Suddenly I was not just out to put on a show for your fans to show them what they’ve been missing, but to earn ANOTHER match here in SWAT to further improve the number of eyes on MCCW, and of course to take my title away from Caffrey. I’m not gonna lie, it turned my excitement up to eleven. Suddenly this once again became about the feeling of schadenfreude I would be providing the fans of SWAT and the enemies of one, Zoran Sainovic."*He throws his hood over his head as the lights begin to move around the arena signaling the time is near for him to emerge on stage*
: "See der kommissar … done fucked up. You don’t just dangle a carrot in front of Death Trap and expect him to play party to your whims. No no my dear comrade … DT doesn’t play games with title shots. So now you have got me amped up, locked and loaded, and in prime main event mode. Suddenly this became less of a showcase and more of a must win. And I will not disappoint the good people of SWAT. They have kindly opened their doors to me and let me kick their boss’s ass for a shot at the top title in the whole Network … at the risk of losing it from their own arms … just to see you put down. Unless they really have faith in Caffrey and let’s be honest … do we REALLY have that much faith in your faux emperor?"*He shakes his head*
: "And so I repay the people of SWAT with this dose of schadenfreude. I step into their domain, hear their cheers and adoration, and put down the gimpy old man standing in my way. Oh don’t think I’ve forgotten Zoran … I know you claim to be a technician and submissionist as well but we all KNOW the real attribute you excel at is twisting the playing field in your favor. But I’m ready for your games. I am ready for someone to interfere on your behalf and I’ll put them down just the same. I’m ready for a possibly crooked ref, a doppelganger in disguise in the ring, what have you. It won’t work on me. See I’m a student of the game and my endurance and ring awareness make me a monster for people like you. I will not be afraid to exert myself against a fake you or an interloper because I know I have enough gas in the tank for an army of your minions while you will be running on fumes after a few short minutes. I’m ready for the weaponry and the shenanigans, hard to use them when your arms have been torqued from their sockets. I’m ready for whatever you can throw at me Zoran. Point blank … I refuse to walk out of here a loser this day. DT does NOT make a habit of disappointing his fans."*The stage hand comes in and tells DT 2 minutes*
: "And so that time approaches. Time to take you to wrestling academy and show you how a REAL legend, a REAL submission expert, a REAL winner … handles his business. And from there … I will go into Call to Arms and bring home a chance to fight for the title for myself and four others, and then … go in and take the belt home early by overthrowing your emperor. Wrestling is too fixated on monarchies these days … kings and queens and princes and princesses and emperors … it’s time for a champion of the people. I hope you’re ready Zoran … because the Main Attraction is showing now … right here in SWAT … in this .."*He looks at the card notes on the wall*
: "… LEGO … timebomb … coal miner’s glove? Oh what the fuck man …"*The scene fades*
