Galloway is God, and God can throw lightning, bitches
Sept 8, 2020 22:16:38 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Sept 8, 2020 22:16:38 GMT -5
We fade in on Alan Galloway, sat in a standard steel chair. He wears his signature shades and a backwards cap on his head. He tilts his head just a little bit to the side, and smirks.
Galloway: So, this is Rebel Rock Wrestling.
He nods.
Galloway: Gotta say. Been on the payroll for a few days and already getting the opportunity of a lifetime.
He leans back.
Galloway: For those of you who don't know me, allow me to introduce you to the Right Hand Man. The Bouncer. Alan Fucking Galloway.
Nods again.
Galloway: I've been around the XHF Network for quite some time. Ain't my first rodeo, 'specially in a hardcore setting. Something of a rough-n-tough guy myself.
He looks at his fist.
Galloway: My debut put me in a cage fighting, bare knuckle brawling environment in Yakuza territory. Spent tons of time roughing up as many people as I could, and then they went bankrupt.
He looks over the glasses.
Galloway: Too much money owed to the Yakuza or some shit. And trust me, ya don't fuck with the Yakuza.
Galloway: Then I took my ventures to the late great MCCW. Where I earned the moniker "The Cheat."
He rolls his eyes.
Galloway: Listen, if you're in a match that doesn't explicitly say "Weapons are barred," then weapons aren't fucking barred. Plain and simple. Just like this upcoming match in my new home, RRW.
Galloway: I don't know enough about any of my opponents to give a shit, talk shit. Hell, I ain't much of a talker. Generally let my fists do the talking. Someone who's talking too much, is Nathan Parker. A guy who, despite not even being a member of the RRW roster, is being given a championship opportunity. Sounds a lot like that Japanese company out west. Giving the foreign foes all the opportunity to bury their own talent.
He tuts, and shakes his head.
Galloway: Parker is nothing but some flash-in-the-pan druggie. Cut from the same shit as every wannabe hardcore psycho. I'm gonna show you how to really get hardcore. I've bare knuckle brawled and fought in landmines, you don't have shit on me. Like Maxwell Mudkip, who thinks he's cool because he says Murder a lot. Or generic NPC #3, who probably doesn't even exist. That Sweet Roxy though, me-ow. I'm gonna have fun dominating this lot. And when I'm done...
He cracks his knuckles.
Galloway: I'll show you bitches how one really rides the lightning.
He smirks as the cameras cut to black.
Fin.
Galloway: So, this is Rebel Rock Wrestling.
He nods.
Galloway: Gotta say. Been on the payroll for a few days and already getting the opportunity of a lifetime.
He leans back.
Galloway: For those of you who don't know me, allow me to introduce you to the Right Hand Man. The Bouncer. Alan Fucking Galloway.
Nods again.
Galloway: I've been around the XHF Network for quite some time. Ain't my first rodeo, 'specially in a hardcore setting. Something of a rough-n-tough guy myself.
He looks at his fist.
Galloway: My debut put me in a cage fighting, bare knuckle brawling environment in Yakuza territory. Spent tons of time roughing up as many people as I could, and then they went bankrupt.
He looks over the glasses.
Galloway: Too much money owed to the Yakuza or some shit. And trust me, ya don't fuck with the Yakuza.
Galloway: Then I took my ventures to the late great MCCW. Where I earned the moniker "The Cheat."
He rolls his eyes.
Galloway: Listen, if you're in a match that doesn't explicitly say "Weapons are barred," then weapons aren't fucking barred. Plain and simple. Just like this upcoming match in my new home, RRW.
Galloway: I don't know enough about any of my opponents to give a shit, talk shit. Hell, I ain't much of a talker. Generally let my fists do the talking. Someone who's talking too much, is Nathan Parker. A guy who, despite not even being a member of the RRW roster, is being given a championship opportunity. Sounds a lot like that Japanese company out west. Giving the foreign foes all the opportunity to bury their own talent.
He tuts, and shakes his head.
Galloway: Parker is nothing but some flash-in-the-pan druggie. Cut from the same shit as every wannabe hardcore psycho. I'm gonna show you how to really get hardcore. I've bare knuckle brawled and fought in landmines, you don't have shit on me. Like Maxwell Mudkip, who thinks he's cool because he says Murder a lot. Or generic NPC #3, who probably doesn't even exist. That Sweet Roxy though, me-ow. I'm gonna have fun dominating this lot. And when I'm done...
He cracks his knuckles.
Galloway: I'll show you bitches how one really rides the lightning.
He smirks as the cameras cut to black.
Fin.