Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jan 24, 2021 16:52:22 GMT -5
“The Hard Sell” by Coheed and Cambria hits the arena speakers in this intermission after the completion of the first round of Amazon Tournament matches. The fans pop through the roof. Out onto the stage steps “The Main Attraction”. He lowers his shades and we see the black eyes from his battle with the Society of the New Breed at New Year’s Nightmare. He looks around at the crowd and raises a microphone and taps it on his shoulder as the crowd dies down. He steps to the center of the stage at the top of the ramp and lets the music die down.
: "The Amazons Arena … New York City. Ya know New York has always been an interesting place for me. Being a major baseball guy whose best friend is from Boston … it’s always felt a little … hostile. But I suppose as years go by and a pandemic or two ravages people … you see the true nature of people. And I gotta say it is damn good to be back in the States in front of my people."
The crowd erupts again as DT drops his hood from his hoodie revealing his head has been shaved temporarily as there are lines of stitches patchworking his entire scalp. The crowd silences …
: "Oh no don’t stop on my account. This right here is what it takes to lose a match after cheating, getting outside help, and then still get a world title shot. This is just a prank after all. Right? HAHA it is to laugh! Look how … *he gets incredibly serious* … incredibly … happy … and amused I am. No, what this is … this is unacceptable behavior. And frankly I’ve seen it over and over since I got here. I get the allure with deathmatches, the blood and guts. I do. But this is a step beyond and it seems like this place is over run with arrogant fools running around trying to eliminate the competition as if the fans will come out and pay good money to watch new talent every week being hired because your top guys keep running people out of town or ending their careers. Look at my friend Radu. He hasn’t even left Australia yet. HE IS SAFER IN AUSTRALIA with the goddamn monster spiders, murder snakes, and Aiden Merric than he is in the SWAT locker room."
The fans don’t know how to react to this … or know what an Aiden Merric even is … DT starts to slowly walk down the ramp to the ring as he talks. He points out at the crowd.
: "You all witnessed last year, in this very arena, a man get his feet encased in concrete … to win a match. Where’s the sportsmanship? Where’s the intrigue? No this locker room is full of malcontents who care nothing for your entertainment or their own business. They are all going into business for themselves. In short, to remind you all of what I said about this business last April … they are failing hard to make the hard sell. And how fitting to remind you of my words before the XHF rumble as I stand here about to avenge that failure on my part by winning another rumble. Tonight I will be the savior of SWAT. I will being honor and prestige back to this company and assure you a main event you all WANT to watch. A feat of athleticism and sportsmanship. High flying action versus technical mastery. El Combatiente versus Death Trap in the Main Attraction."
Now the fans get hot, they would LOVE to see that.
: "And all it takes is for me to come out to this ring and dump 29 other men over the ropes. For anyone who watched me in 2006 survive over 30 men and reach the final two … or just last April when I came in number 13 out of 60 men and survived to the final 6 … you all know I can do this all night. You all know I can dump every bastard over the ropes and win this thing. And hey if I can clean up the garbage in doing it … I’ll call that a double win. Armand has his cronies loaded into this thing and I can bet … just maybe … they might not play fair!"
He rolls into the ring and kips up. The fans are on his every word.
: "Frostbite, Bruno, Hehehe, Hahaha, Eddie D Cups and Armand himself. One sixth of this match are on Armand’s payroll and we know they intend to let Frostbite have his weird kinky dungeon sex with the belt. But I can assure you I will not allow one of these six … well not men, that would imply they were honorable and had a set of balls on them and I’m pretty sure there’s not a single one on the group of them. But DT! Why are you getting in Armand’s business again!? Why the fuck not? If you haven’t been paying attention I am making it my personal mission to make sure the KGB don’t see a single happy moment the rest of this calendar year. After what he tried to do to me in Japan and what they hinted they wanted to do to my teammate in Philadelphia … I will not forgive or forget. I can’t wait to see Armand’s face when he not only comes out empty handed here tonight after Dylan and EC take his tag titles, but when he fails to win the X*Crown. I think Zoran lite over here may just burst a blood vessel and actually murder his ‘allies’."
The crowd goes crazy. DT steps to the middle of the ring in the spotlight and gets even more animated.
: "Oh and let us not forget there is Tuxedo Mask and Rally Jackson! And this week they are bringing Jonnie “The Nickname Meme Generator” Valentine as well. I thought I could respect them for their talents. I thought I could forgive Tiny Tuxy and Jonnie ‘Chalky Candy Holiday’ for their association with Rally. I thought maybe they were just dense and didn’t realize. I mean Jonnie maybe … but I have to pin the three of them together. These men are responsible for the attitude and atmosphere in that locker room. They don’t deserve to headline a real wrestling show. There is a certain expectation of decorum. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HEADLINERS! You are supposed to help elevate the product! And the only thing the three of you have elevated is Rally’s belt size."
The fans chant D-T, D-T, D-T.
: "DISGRACEFUL! You wouldn’t know how to draw a crowd with a set of pens and a guide with tracing paper! More people here are in this crowd to see my partner Mistress Discipline compete than to see what big new thing Rally is gonna do to either punk someone out or stuff his gullet! Or to see who Jonnie is gonna be this week! Or … just have ever cared about Sailor Moon! Maybe that one kid from Kentucky with the body pillows."
A member of the crowd dressed like Sailor Venus stands up. He is pissed and storms out crying.
: "Well guess it was real to him too. The point is that there are NINE of the thirty men in this ring who are all in the picture for your top draws in SWAT and they are the scum of the Earth. Just reprehensible people. There is no fun to be had around them. THEY’RE MAKING THIS A JOB! And one without the right safety precautions."
He points to his head which looks more like it belongs on Deathless than on DT.
: "But. *draws in a deep breath* That’s ok. Because hey we got the ReVenants in the house! Prestige and ‘Insert appropriate name here’ Champion Keith Williams is in the house. Because what SWAT’s locker room needed was more sleaze. As if Rally Jackson wasn’t enough. And ole Oxford Osland! Good ole OOOOOOO! Sorry it’s real hard to abbreviate O O in speech instead of text without doing that. The man who gets to come in at number 30, and by proxy … be the most embarrassed when I dump him to the floor. Keith you and I have done this dance before but it wasn’t very satisfying. After all you had NJC to hold you back and I was restrained by having to hit you with a cream pie. Hey about that … was it as awkward being on the other side of that as I bet every woman you’ve ever been with felt after realizing who you were? Don’t answer that Miami Vice, I don’t actually care. The fact is the result is gonna be the same this time around. Because when it comes to you ReVenants and DT … well I’m just the top of the class aren’t I?"
He winks at the crowd and jumps to the middle rope in the corner of the ring.
: "SWAT faithful. What if I told you all hope wasn’t lost. There are some actual talented wrestlers in this ring, who care more about entertaining you and doing our job than whatever foolish ambitions these assholes have? What if I said there are people in this rumble to assure you that you get what you paid for before watching Mistress Discipline win the No Man’s Land Tourney?"
The fans get amped up at this provocation.
: "Say what you will about the Fairtexes but they constantly come out here and put on a clinic in the ring for you all. And who else could get the whole crowd to cheer in some forgotten ancient dialect than Psychotic Goth and his pale good looks. So much more refreshing than Vincent Draven. Hey another XHF Rumble callback, I’m on a roll. Or NPW supplying us Joseph Mack, the man who almost took down Eric Dane. That man is a machine. Hey there’s Paul Soutter too! Now look I know he isn’t the greatest guy in the world but all his questionable actions were at least in service of you, the SWAT Faithful. And can we really say you were better off with Armand or … *he bits his tongue in anger* Zoran … Sainovic? NO! And then there’s the up and coming high flyer Pequeño Dinosaurio! I’ve got my eye on him. That man is very fun to watch and what a series he put on with Psychotic Goth!"
The fans go wild for their favorite tiny reptilian luchador. DT leaps from the ropes and poses in the center of the ring once more.
: "Or maybe there’s the most anticipated entrant in the rumble. The man who oozes charisma and who makes grown men cry in agony when stuck in the ring with him. Maybe, just maybe … you can all root for the Savior of SWAT, the man to restore class and dignity to the locker room. The man who will root out your problems and take the out on the big stage for your amusement. How about you tie your fortunes to the best damn technical wrestler in XHF, the two time MCCW champ, the two time X*Crown champ, the Main Attraction. Gosh I’m so damn humble aren’t I? *he smirks* How about you bet on the man who will actually win this entire thing and overcome all the odds AS PER USUAL? Just maybe you should all get behind the living legend and ring veteran and general. How about, just a suggestion, if it pleases you … you all sit back and watch me, Death Trap, show you how it’s done in this business. Because can’t NOBODY hold a candle to me. There isn’t another man in this rumble who can outdraw, outwrestle, outclass, outsmart, or outdo me. The pinnacle of perfection, the best damn wrestler in that there locker room."
The fans chant “Death Trap! Death Trap! Death Trap!” He rolls out of the ring and spins around with his arms out in a grand show to the crowd
: "Ain’t it the truth? Buckle your seatbelts, folks. And enjoy the show. Because the main attraction is just a little while away. So get your cameras and recorders ready. Cuz I’m about to steal the show."
DT tosses the mic and throws his hood back on as he poses on the ramp. “The Hard Sell” by Coheed and Cambria hits as he smirks and exits up the ramp.
: "The Amazons Arena … New York City. Ya know New York has always been an interesting place for me. Being a major baseball guy whose best friend is from Boston … it’s always felt a little … hostile. But I suppose as years go by and a pandemic or two ravages people … you see the true nature of people. And I gotta say it is damn good to be back in the States in front of my people."The crowd erupts again as DT drops his hood from his hoodie revealing his head has been shaved temporarily as there are lines of stitches patchworking his entire scalp. The crowd silences …
: "Oh no don’t stop on my account. This right here is what it takes to lose a match after cheating, getting outside help, and then still get a world title shot. This is just a prank after all. Right? HAHA it is to laugh! Look how … *he gets incredibly serious* … incredibly … happy … and amused I am. No, what this is … this is unacceptable behavior. And frankly I’ve seen it over and over since I got here. I get the allure with deathmatches, the blood and guts. I do. But this is a step beyond and it seems like this place is over run with arrogant fools running around trying to eliminate the competition as if the fans will come out and pay good money to watch new talent every week being hired because your top guys keep running people out of town or ending their careers. Look at my friend Radu. He hasn’t even left Australia yet. HE IS SAFER IN AUSTRALIA with the goddamn monster spiders, murder snakes, and Aiden Merric than he is in the SWAT locker room."The fans don’t know how to react to this … or know what an Aiden Merric even is … DT starts to slowly walk down the ramp to the ring as he talks. He points out at the crowd.
: "You all witnessed last year, in this very arena, a man get his feet encased in concrete … to win a match. Where’s the sportsmanship? Where’s the intrigue? No this locker room is full of malcontents who care nothing for your entertainment or their own business. They are all going into business for themselves. In short, to remind you all of what I said about this business last April … they are failing hard to make the hard sell. And how fitting to remind you of my words before the XHF rumble as I stand here about to avenge that failure on my part by winning another rumble. Tonight I will be the savior of SWAT. I will being honor and prestige back to this company and assure you a main event you all WANT to watch. A feat of athleticism and sportsmanship. High flying action versus technical mastery. El Combatiente versus Death Trap in the Main Attraction."Now the fans get hot, they would LOVE to see that.
: "And all it takes is for me to come out to this ring and dump 29 other men over the ropes. For anyone who watched me in 2006 survive over 30 men and reach the final two … or just last April when I came in number 13 out of 60 men and survived to the final 6 … you all know I can do this all night. You all know I can dump every bastard over the ropes and win this thing. And hey if I can clean up the garbage in doing it … I’ll call that a double win. Armand has his cronies loaded into this thing and I can bet … just maybe … they might not play fair!"He rolls into the ring and kips up. The fans are on his every word.
: "Frostbite, Bruno, Hehehe, Hahaha, Eddie D Cups and Armand himself. One sixth of this match are on Armand’s payroll and we know they intend to let Frostbite have his weird kinky dungeon sex with the belt. But I can assure you I will not allow one of these six … well not men, that would imply they were honorable and had a set of balls on them and I’m pretty sure there’s not a single one on the group of them. But DT! Why are you getting in Armand’s business again!? Why the fuck not? If you haven’t been paying attention I am making it my personal mission to make sure the KGB don’t see a single happy moment the rest of this calendar year. After what he tried to do to me in Japan and what they hinted they wanted to do to my teammate in Philadelphia … I will not forgive or forget. I can’t wait to see Armand’s face when he not only comes out empty handed here tonight after Dylan and EC take his tag titles, but when he fails to win the X*Crown. I think Zoran lite over here may just burst a blood vessel and actually murder his ‘allies’."The crowd goes crazy. DT steps to the middle of the ring in the spotlight and gets even more animated.
: "Oh and let us not forget there is Tuxedo Mask and Rally Jackson! And this week they are bringing Jonnie “The Nickname Meme Generator” Valentine as well. I thought I could respect them for their talents. I thought I could forgive Tiny Tuxy and Jonnie ‘Chalky Candy Holiday’ for their association with Rally. I thought maybe they were just dense and didn’t realize. I mean Jonnie maybe … but I have to pin the three of them together. These men are responsible for the attitude and atmosphere in that locker room. They don’t deserve to headline a real wrestling show. There is a certain expectation of decorum. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HEADLINERS! You are supposed to help elevate the product! And the only thing the three of you have elevated is Rally’s belt size."The fans chant D-T, D-T, D-T.
: "DISGRACEFUL! You wouldn’t know how to draw a crowd with a set of pens and a guide with tracing paper! More people here are in this crowd to see my partner Mistress Discipline compete than to see what big new thing Rally is gonna do to either punk someone out or stuff his gullet! Or to see who Jonnie is gonna be this week! Or … just have ever cared about Sailor Moon! Maybe that one kid from Kentucky with the body pillows."A member of the crowd dressed like Sailor Venus stands up. He is pissed and storms out crying.
: "Well guess it was real to him too. The point is that there are NINE of the thirty men in this ring who are all in the picture for your top draws in SWAT and they are the scum of the Earth. Just reprehensible people. There is no fun to be had around them. THEY’RE MAKING THIS A JOB! And one without the right safety precautions."He points to his head which looks more like it belongs on Deathless than on DT.
: "But. *draws in a deep breath* That’s ok. Because hey we got the ReVenants in the house! Prestige and ‘Insert appropriate name here’ Champion Keith Williams is in the house. Because what SWAT’s locker room needed was more sleaze. As if Rally Jackson wasn’t enough. And ole Oxford Osland! Good ole OOOOOOO! Sorry it’s real hard to abbreviate O O in speech instead of text without doing that. The man who gets to come in at number 30, and by proxy … be the most embarrassed when I dump him to the floor. Keith you and I have done this dance before but it wasn’t very satisfying. After all you had NJC to hold you back and I was restrained by having to hit you with a cream pie. Hey about that … was it as awkward being on the other side of that as I bet every woman you’ve ever been with felt after realizing who you were? Don’t answer that Miami Vice, I don’t actually care. The fact is the result is gonna be the same this time around. Because when it comes to you ReVenants and DT … well I’m just the top of the class aren’t I?"He winks at the crowd and jumps to the middle rope in the corner of the ring.
: "SWAT faithful. What if I told you all hope wasn’t lost. There are some actual talented wrestlers in this ring, who care more about entertaining you and doing our job than whatever foolish ambitions these assholes have? What if I said there are people in this rumble to assure you that you get what you paid for before watching Mistress Discipline win the No Man’s Land Tourney?"The fans get amped up at this provocation.
: "Say what you will about the Fairtexes but they constantly come out here and put on a clinic in the ring for you all. And who else could get the whole crowd to cheer in some forgotten ancient dialect than Psychotic Goth and his pale good looks. So much more refreshing than Vincent Draven. Hey another XHF Rumble callback, I’m on a roll. Or NPW supplying us Joseph Mack, the man who almost took down Eric Dane. That man is a machine. Hey there’s Paul Soutter too! Now look I know he isn’t the greatest guy in the world but all his questionable actions were at least in service of you, the SWAT Faithful. And can we really say you were better off with Armand or … *he bits his tongue in anger* Zoran … Sainovic? NO! And then there’s the up and coming high flyer Pequeño Dinosaurio! I’ve got my eye on him. That man is very fun to watch and what a series he put on with Psychotic Goth!"The fans go wild for their favorite tiny reptilian luchador. DT leaps from the ropes and poses in the center of the ring once more.
: "Or maybe there’s the most anticipated entrant in the rumble. The man who oozes charisma and who makes grown men cry in agony when stuck in the ring with him. Maybe, just maybe … you can all root for the Savior of SWAT, the man to restore class and dignity to the locker room. The man who will root out your problems and take the out on the big stage for your amusement. How about you tie your fortunes to the best damn technical wrestler in XHF, the two time MCCW champ, the two time X*Crown champ, the Main Attraction. Gosh I’m so damn humble aren’t I? *he smirks* How about you bet on the man who will actually win this entire thing and overcome all the odds AS PER USUAL? Just maybe you should all get behind the living legend and ring veteran and general. How about, just a suggestion, if it pleases you … you all sit back and watch me, Death Trap, show you how it’s done in this business. Because can’t NOBODY hold a candle to me. There isn’t another man in this rumble who can outdraw, outwrestle, outclass, outsmart, or outdo me. The pinnacle of perfection, the best damn wrestler in that there locker room."The fans chant “Death Trap! Death Trap! Death Trap!” He rolls out of the ring and spins around with his arms out in a grand show to the crowd
: "Ain’t it the truth? Buckle your seatbelts, folks. And enjoy the show. Because the main attraction is just a little while away. So get your cameras and recorders ready. Cuz I’m about to steal the show."DT tosses the mic and throws his hood back on as he poses on the ramp. “The Hard Sell” by Coheed and Cambria hits as he smirks and exits up the ramp.
