Dominicus and the Ebony Stones 1: The Midnight Claw
Jan 8, 2021 22:19:34 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Jan 8, 2021 22:19:34 GMT -5
(OOC: My guest approved his appearance in this promo….before we found out I was booked against one of his guys but still)
*The camera opens as metal meets metal with a loud CLANG! This sound is heard repeatedly as our eyes adjust to the bright orange on black in what appears to be Psychotic Goth’s metalsmithing basement. Goth works hard, bashing burning hot metal and forming it into something that’ll be used for almost certainly ceremonial or sinister practices. As he struggles away in the background, Lord Dominicus, the NPW North American Cruiserweight Champion and self-proclaimed LORD OF ALL THAT IS DARK AND EVIL, slides into the foreground.*
LD: Welcome to Psychotic Goth’s creepy basement! You’re probably wondering why I’m here. Well, after my meeting with the local tome master it became apparent that to regain my DARKEST LEVEL OF EVIL which seems to have escaped me and left me as….
*He shudders*
LD: …benevolent- ON ACCIDENT THOUGH- that I should collect a series of rocks, dark rocks, black minerals, EBONY STONES in order to give me full POWER OVER ALL OF MY OPPONENTS. Again though, that doesn’t explain why I’m here. You see, once I have collected all of these Ebony Stones I shall need to contain them and keep them together somehow.
*The moment is then interrupted as from the back Psychotic Goth laughs in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect- which sounds the same as any other laugh because that’s sort of an international sound.*
LD: ….Which brings us here- to the XHF Network’s only metalworker- and also as a bonu-s occult specialist, Psychotic Goth. Here in this surprisingly not S and M-themed cellar, Goth will forge from DEMONIC FIRES- or normal ones if the pricing is correct- the MIDNIGHT CLAW, a gauntlet of PURE DARKNESS!
*Psychotic Goth laughs louder as he pounds on the cooling molten metal and roars in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect.*
LD: Yeah, we get it, Goth. You’re excited about making the Midnight Claw- well; at least I think you are. Honestly he didn’t repeat my order when I made it but seemed more than happy to produce it. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I was going to say that this ancient metal monstrosity is for later. For now though, I have two matches to look forward to this coming week. First I’ll be facing off against Niko of the Dark Stars.
*In the background Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect as louder and louder clangs ring out. Lord Dominicus waits for this outburst to finish, regretting choosing this as a promo location.*
LD: Niko seemed incensed that I overlooked him- but I want to make it clear: I would never overlook somebody who engages in casual space murder. I don’t even know how to overlook that. Niko, the realms of time and space can be yours; I have no need of them. For I have the most important thing in NPW…
*Psychotic Goth laughs demonically to himself as Lord Dominicus unhooks the NPW NACW Championship and holds it up for the camera*
LD: You see this? I don’t give a crap how many guys you can knife in an insane arena of blood and violence. I have the only thing that matters in NPW- not some title created to appease fatties- no, the North American Cruiserweight Championship. The whole reason why this Cruiserweight Cup tournament exists is to remind everyone just how precious the real title in NPW is and how amazing its champion- ME- is. And come night one, I will not space knife you in the future- but pin or submit you like the MOST EVIL CHAMP THAT I AM? Oh yeah, I’ll do my best to do one of those.
*Behind him, Goth roars yet again in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect as he stops hammering at the red hot object before smiling and, using tongs, picks up the object; placing it into a drum of water. Steam rises and fills the room with spooky fog*
LD: On the second show I’m facing off against “Trigger”- as he’s called- Cavanaugh. Usually when a guy gets called a second fiddle- or “the other one”- they get upset by it. Chris Cav though? Nope, you call him John’s tag partner and he….agrees? Look guy, I get that you’re rusty and are still getting into the swing of things, but if you’re not going to defend yourself in a war of words, how will you do so in the ring?
*Psychotic Goth chuckles demonically in the back as he removes the object. Caressing it, he takes it to a vise begins to pull on it while growling and straining*
LD: The other thing is, Chris, is that you seem to have no idea what you want. Do you want to be a low-down crook like your brother? …Not exactly? Do you want to step out of his shadow? …Not exactly? Do you want people to cheer or boo you?
*Dominicus shrugs. Meanwhile, Goth places the unknown object into a velvet bag and slings it over his shoulders.*
LD: If you are so wishy-washy now when we’re just preparing for the match, how in the heck are you going to overcome me when it’s one-on-one? I mean, I guess that’ll help you if I lock in the DominiLock or something- you’ll be too busy trying to decide if you should tap or go for the ropes to do anything! Maybe you’ll win because I get frustrated at walk off, haha! That’s a joke, by the way- I could hold the DominiLock forever!
*Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging back his head revealing his pale handsome goth like looks. Lord Domincius makes sure to watch that part.*
LD: Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. See, even crazy old Psychotic Goth has his head on more solid shoulders than Chris “Trig” Cav!
*Psychotic Goth then walks off with the sack over his shoulder.*
LD: Wait, did he just take it?
*Goth is gone, bro.*
LD: HEY! THAT’S MINE! I PAID FOR THAT! GET BACK HERE YOU CREEPER!
*Our hero(?) stomps off to re-acquire his MacGuffin as the camera fades out*
*The camera opens as metal meets metal with a loud CLANG! This sound is heard repeatedly as our eyes adjust to the bright orange on black in what appears to be Psychotic Goth’s metalsmithing basement. Goth works hard, bashing burning hot metal and forming it into something that’ll be used for almost certainly ceremonial or sinister practices. As he struggles away in the background, Lord Dominicus, the NPW North American Cruiserweight Champion and self-proclaimed LORD OF ALL THAT IS DARK AND EVIL, slides into the foreground.*
LD: Welcome to Psychotic Goth’s creepy basement! You’re probably wondering why I’m here. Well, after my meeting with the local tome master it became apparent that to regain my DARKEST LEVEL OF EVIL which seems to have escaped me and left me as….
*He shudders*
LD: …benevolent- ON ACCIDENT THOUGH- that I should collect a series of rocks, dark rocks, black minerals, EBONY STONES in order to give me full POWER OVER ALL OF MY OPPONENTS. Again though, that doesn’t explain why I’m here. You see, once I have collected all of these Ebony Stones I shall need to contain them and keep them together somehow.
*The moment is then interrupted as from the back Psychotic Goth laughs in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect- which sounds the same as any other laugh because that’s sort of an international sound.*
LD: ….Which brings us here- to the XHF Network’s only metalworker- and also as a bonu-s occult specialist, Psychotic Goth. Here in this surprisingly not S and M-themed cellar, Goth will forge from DEMONIC FIRES- or normal ones if the pricing is correct- the MIDNIGHT CLAW, a gauntlet of PURE DARKNESS!
*Psychotic Goth laughs louder as he pounds on the cooling molten metal and roars in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect.*
LD: Yeah, we get it, Goth. You’re excited about making the Midnight Claw- well; at least I think you are. Honestly he didn’t repeat my order when I made it but seemed more than happy to produce it. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I was going to say that this ancient metal monstrosity is for later. For now though, I have two matches to look forward to this coming week. First I’ll be facing off against Niko of the Dark Stars.
*In the background Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect as louder and louder clangs ring out. Lord Dominicus waits for this outburst to finish, regretting choosing this as a promo location.*
LD: Niko seemed incensed that I overlooked him- but I want to make it clear: I would never overlook somebody who engages in casual space murder. I don’t even know how to overlook that. Niko, the realms of time and space can be yours; I have no need of them. For I have the most important thing in NPW…
*Psychotic Goth laughs demonically to himself as Lord Dominicus unhooks the NPW NACW Championship and holds it up for the camera*
LD: You see this? I don’t give a crap how many guys you can knife in an insane arena of blood and violence. I have the only thing that matters in NPW- not some title created to appease fatties- no, the North American Cruiserweight Championship. The whole reason why this Cruiserweight Cup tournament exists is to remind everyone just how precious the real title in NPW is and how amazing its champion- ME- is. And come night one, I will not space knife you in the future- but pin or submit you like the MOST EVIL CHAMP THAT I AM? Oh yeah, I’ll do my best to do one of those.
*Behind him, Goth roars yet again in an ancient Anishinaabe dialect as he stops hammering at the red hot object before smiling and, using tongs, picks up the object; placing it into a drum of water. Steam rises and fills the room with spooky fog*
LD: On the second show I’m facing off against “Trigger”- as he’s called- Cavanaugh. Usually when a guy gets called a second fiddle- or “the other one”- they get upset by it. Chris Cav though? Nope, you call him John’s tag partner and he….agrees? Look guy, I get that you’re rusty and are still getting into the swing of things, but if you’re not going to defend yourself in a war of words, how will you do so in the ring?
*Psychotic Goth chuckles demonically in the back as he removes the object. Caressing it, he takes it to a vise begins to pull on it while growling and straining*
LD: The other thing is, Chris, is that you seem to have no idea what you want. Do you want to be a low-down crook like your brother? …Not exactly? Do you want to step out of his shadow? …Not exactly? Do you want people to cheer or boo you?
*Dominicus shrugs. Meanwhile, Goth places the unknown object into a velvet bag and slings it over his shoulders.*
LD: If you are so wishy-washy now when we’re just preparing for the match, how in the heck are you going to overcome me when it’s one-on-one? I mean, I guess that’ll help you if I lock in the DominiLock or something- you’ll be too busy trying to decide if you should tap or go for the ropes to do anything! Maybe you’ll win because I get frustrated at walk off, haha! That’s a joke, by the way- I could hold the DominiLock forever!
*Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging back his head revealing his pale handsome goth like looks. Lord Domincius makes sure to watch that part.*
LD: Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. See, even crazy old Psychotic Goth has his head on more solid shoulders than Chris “Trig” Cav!
*Psychotic Goth then walks off with the sack over his shoulder.*
LD: Wait, did he just take it?
*Goth is gone, bro.*
LD: HEY! THAT’S MINE! I PAID FOR THAT! GET BACK HERE YOU CREEPER!
*Our hero(?) stomps off to re-acquire his MacGuffin as the camera fades out*
