Post by Dave D-Flipz on Feb 23, 2021 22:02:42 GMT -5
*As we await the inevitable bloodbath that is to come, one of the competitors for the next match, the next slice of horror and agony, pops up on the tron in the arena. Death Trap stands in the gorilla position in his ring gear, plus his signature bowler hat and shades. In his hands he holds a hoodie which will inevitably be on his body for his entrance, before it sails into the crowd to a lucky fan. He hangs the hoodie on a coat rack … which ISN’T Mistress Discipline … hehe call backs … and looks to the camera as he grabs a roll of black athletic tape.*
: "You know Armand, I always had a feeling it would come to this when Soutter and Radu called me in for a favor. I always somehow knew this situation I’m in would come to pass. Because it seems to happen to me so often. There are so few of us in this business who keep our noses clean and offer the fans entertainment for the sake of the entertainment. Oh I know, I’m a rare subject in the world of wrestling these days, and especially here in SWAT. A bona fide ‘good guy’, a John Cena, a Hulkamania, a Sting. I get it. And I know it means I’m likely to take a beating more times than is reasonable to expect from a profession which is supposed to be about athletic competition."
*He sits down on a chair in the gorilla area and watches the tech junkies do their thing. He reminisces to the bygone era of … January … and watching Ronnie doing these exact things … with much less precision and care. He begins to wrap his left wrist and hand with his tape for the match to come.*
: "But I am over forty years old. I’m an elder statesman, an old man yelling at a cloud so to speak. And I suppose it means I’m just averse to changing how I operate. And that is probably detrimental to my health … and yours Armand. See the way I do things may not be as flashy as it used to be when I was pulling 450 splashes off the ropes … but it is much more finely honed and crafted. And the way I do things is to step in the way of the newest oncoming obstacle out to wreck the business and ruin the enjoyment of the fans. And stop it dead. I won’t say by any means necessary … but I mean … it’s implied. I’ve never needed an army, never wanted a way out, never shied away from the consequences of my choices. But I have always … ALWAYS … fought the good fight for these paying fans who chant my name. They came to see a show, not some circus sideshow where the show on stage is coordinated and run by the world’s worst ringmaster. Whether it be Slash, Hardcore Harry, Mongo, Congo, Venom, Reeshi, Eichi, Caffrey, or Armand von Krauss … you can bet Death Trap WILL be there to put the interests of the fans on his back and carry them to the finish line."
*He bites the tape off the roll and begins wrapping his right hand. He stares into the camera as he does it, eyes peering over the tops of his sunglasses, stone cold serious look on his face*
: "So Armand, that means that once again I get to step in front of this KGB freight train. At the behest of our new commissioner Jonnie Valentine. But let’s be real I’d be the car on the tracks of your locomotive eventually. With no Combatiente or Radu, this was always inevitable. It’s basically Linda and I who still stand separate from the KGB and Society. The way I see it, Jonnie just saw the writing on the wall and made it happen before you assholes could do more shady business. So let me tell you what is .. IS … about to happen Armand. And I’ll do it slowly and clearly so you can understand me."
*He pauses his wrapping of his dominant hand as he balls his fist up. He looks at it and then into the camera, staring out at the crowd on the other side of the tron*
: "Damage. Destruction. Chaos. A symphony of destruction. A show of force. Le grán attración."
*He smirks and goes back to wrapping his wrist.*
: "What you are about to pay witness to is the show of the night. And you will have plenty of witnesses to tell you the tale after you wake up again in the hospital. I am not a violent man per sé. I am not out to hurt people on a daily basis. But you cage an animal and lock him inside with a bunch of scavengers … well he either becomes the alpha or he becomes food. And I ain’t nobody’s dinner. What I am … is a legend. What I am … is a finely tuned instrument of focused aggression, fueled by the crowd and the lights. What I am … is a hurricane force storm aimed squarely at the trailer park that is the KGB."
*He bites off the other tape and tosses the roll to a stage hand. He grabs a bottle of water and takes a huge slug of it and wipes his mouth on his arm.*
: "I’m not going to sugar coat this for you Armand, you can thank Valentine for the plight you find yourself in. You want to run the show. But the show is about to fight back. See I have this … problem. I guess you’d call it a hero complex. And it’s driven me to do some crazy things in my youth. It’s driven me to some insane heights and some depressing lows. And now it tells me that there is another cancer that needs excising. It tells me there is another fanbase crying out for rescue. Calling for anyone brave enough to risk themselves to save them and the place they love. Do you hear it? Of course not, you are Der große Oberherr. You don’t listen to the peons you see as beneath you."
*He stands up and grabs the hoodie again. He tosses it over his shoulder and begins to walk towards the stairs to the entrance ramp and stage.*
: "Tonight Armand … tonight their calls get answered. One way or another I am going to put them on my back and leave a trail of broken bodies and crushed windpipes behind me. I am going to walk out of that cage and tear down the last vestiges of your clown army as they try to avenge their broken leader. I’m not heartless von Krauss. You will have plenty of actual doctors and medics around. They will be there to make sure your straight jacket isn’t too tight and to remove the Egyptian cigarette buried inches deep in your own throat. I’m sure they will be able to bind your broken arms and brace your fractured neck. They can probably even use one of those pump bags to restart your collapsed lungs and return color to your lips and skin. I’m sure you’ll be able to open your eyes again by next show."
*He shows no sign of flinching at the malice and carnage he has laid out before him*
: "I am not a violent man. … Until you push me to defend what I love. You have forced me to walk through fire and brimstone … er … legos and thumbtacks … You’ve threatened my protégé and her manager. You’ve threatened my livelihood. And you’ve threatened the lifeblood of the very network where I have sworn to entertain these fans. You backed me into a corner, removed all my friends and aid from the equation in some sick and twisted plot to assume power over … a wrestling company. I literally cannot think of what criminal enterprise you could possibly need a network of wrestling feds for. And now you find me, back against the wall and in a cage, the only way to survive is to … well …"
*He makes a throat slit motion with his right thumb.*
: "And so I will. I will beat down Hehehe and Hahaha. I will laugh as I cripple Gabriel Tuck and introduce Sir Monocle’s Monocle to the inside of his own ass. I’d rather not describe what I have in store for Mister Sticky after what he did to me in Japan and tried to do in Philly … there might be kids listening. Gotta be a role model after all. And if Eric Dane wants to show his face then I’ll make sure he cries his way back to Canada where he can pretend to be the biggest dog in the yard, as he hides behind the twin peaks of Steel and the Aurochs. And for you Armand? Well … it’s in the gimmick of the match. You will leave that ring on a board and stretcher. I am going to choke the literal life out of you. Because these fans demand it. Because you made yourself the big evil. And every evil needs a counter. You went and removed the others who would be the “good” to stand against you. Any star wars fan will tell you, a light will always rise to equal the dark. And you surrounded yourself by quite a lot of darkness. Spread your power out. Meanwhile you’ve focused the light down to one master point. The Main Attraction."
*He steps to the stage and throws his hoodie on. He zips it and tugs it into the proper location for his entrance*
: "We are so close to the main attraction of the evening everyone. I present to you … the voice of the people. The hero you all need. The man who will tear down the oppression of aggression. The downfall of the KGB. You all cried out for me, well here I am. Straight out of Seattle, the conqueror of evil, the demolisher of factions, the one true savior of SWAT. Ladies and gentlemen … tonight you witness the rise of the savior, le grán attracción, the man who will lead you all through this miasma. So keep your eyes on the ring, because inside that cage … Armand von Krauss and all his pathetic minions are at MY mercy. Because what is a steel cage with a caged animal in it … if not a Death Trap? Now hit my goddamned music and enjoy the show. I’m sure it’s not going to be the last, but the first of many. And cheer for your savior."
*He flips up the hood and waits for that tell-tale haunting vocal intro of “The Hard Sell” by Coheed and Cambria, as the tron blacks out in the arena in anticipation of the true ‘main event’ of the evening*
: "You know Armand, I always had a feeling it would come to this when Soutter and Radu called me in for a favor. I always somehow knew this situation I’m in would come to pass. Because it seems to happen to me so often. There are so few of us in this business who keep our noses clean and offer the fans entertainment for the sake of the entertainment. Oh I know, I’m a rare subject in the world of wrestling these days, and especially here in SWAT. A bona fide ‘good guy’, a John Cena, a Hulkamania, a Sting. I get it. And I know it means I’m likely to take a beating more times than is reasonable to expect from a profession which is supposed to be about athletic competition."*He sits down on a chair in the gorilla area and watches the tech junkies do their thing. He reminisces to the bygone era of … January … and watching Ronnie doing these exact things … with much less precision and care. He begins to wrap his left wrist and hand with his tape for the match to come.*
: "But I am over forty years old. I’m an elder statesman, an old man yelling at a cloud so to speak. And I suppose it means I’m just averse to changing how I operate. And that is probably detrimental to my health … and yours Armand. See the way I do things may not be as flashy as it used to be when I was pulling 450 splashes off the ropes … but it is much more finely honed and crafted. And the way I do things is to step in the way of the newest oncoming obstacle out to wreck the business and ruin the enjoyment of the fans. And stop it dead. I won’t say by any means necessary … but I mean … it’s implied. I’ve never needed an army, never wanted a way out, never shied away from the consequences of my choices. But I have always … ALWAYS … fought the good fight for these paying fans who chant my name. They came to see a show, not some circus sideshow where the show on stage is coordinated and run by the world’s worst ringmaster. Whether it be Slash, Hardcore Harry, Mongo, Congo, Venom, Reeshi, Eichi, Caffrey, or Armand von Krauss … you can bet Death Trap WILL be there to put the interests of the fans on his back and carry them to the finish line."*He bites the tape off the roll and begins wrapping his right hand. He stares into the camera as he does it, eyes peering over the tops of his sunglasses, stone cold serious look on his face*
: "So Armand, that means that once again I get to step in front of this KGB freight train. At the behest of our new commissioner Jonnie Valentine. But let’s be real I’d be the car on the tracks of your locomotive eventually. With no Combatiente or Radu, this was always inevitable. It’s basically Linda and I who still stand separate from the KGB and Society. The way I see it, Jonnie just saw the writing on the wall and made it happen before you assholes could do more shady business. So let me tell you what is .. IS … about to happen Armand. And I’ll do it slowly and clearly so you can understand me."*He pauses his wrapping of his dominant hand as he balls his fist up. He looks at it and then into the camera, staring out at the crowd on the other side of the tron*
: "Damage. Destruction. Chaos. A symphony of destruction. A show of force. Le grán attración."*He smirks and goes back to wrapping his wrist.*
: "What you are about to pay witness to is the show of the night. And you will have plenty of witnesses to tell you the tale after you wake up again in the hospital. I am not a violent man per sé. I am not out to hurt people on a daily basis. But you cage an animal and lock him inside with a bunch of scavengers … well he either becomes the alpha or he becomes food. And I ain’t nobody’s dinner. What I am … is a legend. What I am … is a finely tuned instrument of focused aggression, fueled by the crowd and the lights. What I am … is a hurricane force storm aimed squarely at the trailer park that is the KGB."*He bites off the other tape and tosses the roll to a stage hand. He grabs a bottle of water and takes a huge slug of it and wipes his mouth on his arm.*
: "I’m not going to sugar coat this for you Armand, you can thank Valentine for the plight you find yourself in. You want to run the show. But the show is about to fight back. See I have this … problem. I guess you’d call it a hero complex. And it’s driven me to do some crazy things in my youth. It’s driven me to some insane heights and some depressing lows. And now it tells me that there is another cancer that needs excising. It tells me there is another fanbase crying out for rescue. Calling for anyone brave enough to risk themselves to save them and the place they love. Do you hear it? Of course not, you are Der große Oberherr. You don’t listen to the peons you see as beneath you."*He stands up and grabs the hoodie again. He tosses it over his shoulder and begins to walk towards the stairs to the entrance ramp and stage.*
: "Tonight Armand … tonight their calls get answered. One way or another I am going to put them on my back and leave a trail of broken bodies and crushed windpipes behind me. I am going to walk out of that cage and tear down the last vestiges of your clown army as they try to avenge their broken leader. I’m not heartless von Krauss. You will have plenty of actual doctors and medics around. They will be there to make sure your straight jacket isn’t too tight and to remove the Egyptian cigarette buried inches deep in your own throat. I’m sure they will be able to bind your broken arms and brace your fractured neck. They can probably even use one of those pump bags to restart your collapsed lungs and return color to your lips and skin. I’m sure you’ll be able to open your eyes again by next show."*He shows no sign of flinching at the malice and carnage he has laid out before him*
: "I am not a violent man. … Until you push me to defend what I love. You have forced me to walk through fire and brimstone … er … legos and thumbtacks … You’ve threatened my protégé and her manager. You’ve threatened my livelihood. And you’ve threatened the lifeblood of the very network where I have sworn to entertain these fans. You backed me into a corner, removed all my friends and aid from the equation in some sick and twisted plot to assume power over … a wrestling company. I literally cannot think of what criminal enterprise you could possibly need a network of wrestling feds for. And now you find me, back against the wall and in a cage, the only way to survive is to … well …"*He makes a throat slit motion with his right thumb.*
: "And so I will. I will beat down Hehehe and Hahaha. I will laugh as I cripple Gabriel Tuck and introduce Sir Monocle’s Monocle to the inside of his own ass. I’d rather not describe what I have in store for Mister Sticky after what he did to me in Japan and tried to do in Philly … there might be kids listening. Gotta be a role model after all. And if Eric Dane wants to show his face then I’ll make sure he cries his way back to Canada where he can pretend to be the biggest dog in the yard, as he hides behind the twin peaks of Steel and the Aurochs. And for you Armand? Well … it’s in the gimmick of the match. You will leave that ring on a board and stretcher. I am going to choke the literal life out of you. Because these fans demand it. Because you made yourself the big evil. And every evil needs a counter. You went and removed the others who would be the “good” to stand against you. Any star wars fan will tell you, a light will always rise to equal the dark. And you surrounded yourself by quite a lot of darkness. Spread your power out. Meanwhile you’ve focused the light down to one master point. The Main Attraction."*He steps to the stage and throws his hoodie on. He zips it and tugs it into the proper location for his entrance*
: "We are so close to the main attraction of the evening everyone. I present to you … the voice of the people. The hero you all need. The man who will tear down the oppression of aggression. The downfall of the KGB. You all cried out for me, well here I am. Straight out of Seattle, the conqueror of evil, the demolisher of factions, the one true savior of SWAT. Ladies and gentlemen … tonight you witness the rise of the savior, le grán attracción, the man who will lead you all through this miasma. So keep your eyes on the ring, because inside that cage … Armand von Krauss and all his pathetic minions are at MY mercy. Because what is a steel cage with a caged animal in it … if not a Death Trap? Now hit my goddamned music and enjoy the show. I’m sure it’s not going to be the last, but the first of many. And cheer for your savior."*He flips up the hood and waits for that tell-tale haunting vocal intro of “The Hard Sell” by Coheed and Cambria, as the tron blacks out in the arena in anticipation of the true ‘main event’ of the evening*
