Unearth The Leviathan (NJC vs Fowler)
Aug 11, 2021 18:40:04 GMT -5
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Post by Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe (NJC) on Aug 11, 2021 18:40:04 GMT -5
Neo James Carner is seen waddling through a dark dank swamp of the macabre variety, twisted mangled dead trees fill the purple orange hues of the skyline above. Neo is holding a rusty lantern, as he uses it looking around.
NJC: "The things I do to beat giant weak chinned individuals like Fowler. He's six foot eight and has done nothing but get in my way since arrival. Wants to slow down my momentum! I'm Neo James Carner damn it!"
Neo looks at his shoes in disgust.
NJC: "God, here I am gunking up Versace shoes for that damn tweety bird-faced Fowler. I can't wait to right the wrongs, put him in his place!"
Neo says as the sound of squishing mud echoes beneath his feet in the spooky swamp.
NJC: "He said he'd be here, where is he? I mean...do I dare just not enact this transaction and go back to the lush hills of Beverly, record a ReVTV episode that just relentlessly buries the nonsense that is the ever flip floppy Fowler? Nah, I gotta commit! The only way to fight size...is with size."
Neo says as there is a loud clattering, the sound of metal chains clanking together as heavy footsteps fill the air. Neo looks around wild eyed as he can't make out anything in the foggy darkness.
NJC: "Hello!? Is anyone there!?"
Neo calls out as the only thing that fills the twilight air was the sounds of crickets chirping their sweet symphony of the night and the occasional raven caw.
NJC: "Show yourself! If it's Fowler let's get this thing done already then! You follow me out here, you must want a fight!"
Neo roars out, putting on a brave face as the sound of the churning chains reaches closer.
NJC: "I've got Mace!"
Neo says as he pulls it out of his breast pocket and shoves it forward, the cap of the mace falls off as Neo thrusted it forward too hard and breaks off the nozzle.
NJC: "Shit….I mean, I can still throw this pretty fucking hard!"
Neo beckons as a robed visage steps through the mist adorned in a hood. Neo squeals and nearly throws the mace at the figure but stops himself as he steps back and peers up at a looming silhouette of a massive beast draped in rags and shackles.
NJC: "Ah crap."
Neo says as he shields himself from any oncoming onslaught but is only met with laughter, a familiar smug snicker any AWF fan could remember. It was Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe who ripped off his hood to reveal his identity to Neo.
Roy: "Kept ya waiting, huh? Sorry about that, digging up the haunting memories of yesterday's sorrow does take a minute. But I've got him, wasn't easy pulling this creature from the River Styx of career suicide but I did it."
Neo bites his lip as he looks up.
NJC: "You mean…?"
Roy: "Right, right. You wanted the man you first won gold with and I've got him right here. Now, it isn't easy reviving a career like this one from the depths of wrestling hell you know. So I want my money, and I want it doubled from what you promised last. It's not every day you unearth a six foot eleven behemoth that weighs three hundred pounds."
Neo scoffs.
NJC: "That's theft!! Done."
Neo says feigning shocked outrage for only a moment before pulling out a wad of cash and thrusting it into Roy Harlowe's hand.
Roy: "Quick caveat though mate."
Neo rolls his eyes.
NJC: "Always a catch."
Neo says with a groan.
Roy: "I've had him outfitted with a mask, a mystical mask that controls the soul of the man deep within. See, to you this is your old friend and tag partner Cage Murdock. A mild mannered gentle giant that once helped you win NWW Tag Team Championship nearly twenty years ago...but, see, it's hard for something so far gone to crossover. There's a lot of bitter fallout between you two...so that needed to be controlled. Now, with this little remote control."
Roy says plucking a classic looking remote device that had an antenna and a big red button on the front of it.
Roy: "Keeps his Neural-Synapses in your control. He's on constant hypnosis and will only obey your command. It's sort of a dark chaos magic mixed with technology, we can't all be the Deadman summoning lightning bolts from the sky. Sometimes us dark void divers have to get a little creative for you non-magic types. He's almost Cage Murdock. Like a meat puppet."
Neo snatches the remote out of Roy's hand.
NJC: "I didn't understand a word you just said, all I understood was you have given me complete control of a near seven foot monster covered in a tattered tarp as a robe."
NJC: "So...if this isn't Cage...what is it?"
Neo says, staring at the remote with reluctance.
Roy: "The spirit of the mask I've programmed in is known only as Mason. He pilots that meat puppet so it's kinda like a mish mash of the two...So it's essentially Mason and Murdock...Mason Murdock, that sounds good."
NJC: "God, you talk a lot."
Roy: "Look who's talking"
The two both share a glare and a cocky sneer.
NJC: "A pleasure to do business with ya...now let's get a look at the beast that'll help me defeat Fowler."
Neo says grabbing the tarp that covers the unknown Mason Murdock, revealing a massive creature, a leviathan of man in a mask.
NJC: "I think victory is assured…"
The mammoth of a man stares down with piercing hollow eyes and only lets out a blood curdling scream into the night sky shaking his shackles high above his head.
NJC: "The things I do to beat giant weak chinned individuals like Fowler. He's six foot eight and has done nothing but get in my way since arrival. Wants to slow down my momentum! I'm Neo James Carner damn it!"
Neo looks at his shoes in disgust.
NJC: "God, here I am gunking up Versace shoes for that damn tweety bird-faced Fowler. I can't wait to right the wrongs, put him in his place!"
Neo says as the sound of squishing mud echoes beneath his feet in the spooky swamp.
NJC: "He said he'd be here, where is he? I mean...do I dare just not enact this transaction and go back to the lush hills of Beverly, record a ReVTV episode that just relentlessly buries the nonsense that is the ever flip floppy Fowler? Nah, I gotta commit! The only way to fight size...is with size."
Neo says as there is a loud clattering, the sound of metal chains clanking together as heavy footsteps fill the air. Neo looks around wild eyed as he can't make out anything in the foggy darkness.
NJC: "Hello!? Is anyone there!?"
Neo calls out as the only thing that fills the twilight air was the sounds of crickets chirping their sweet symphony of the night and the occasional raven caw.
NJC: "Show yourself! If it's Fowler let's get this thing done already then! You follow me out here, you must want a fight!"
Neo roars out, putting on a brave face as the sound of the churning chains reaches closer.
NJC: "I've got Mace!"
Neo says as he pulls it out of his breast pocket and shoves it forward, the cap of the mace falls off as Neo thrusted it forward too hard and breaks off the nozzle.
NJC: "Shit….I mean, I can still throw this pretty fucking hard!"
Neo beckons as a robed visage steps through the mist adorned in a hood. Neo squeals and nearly throws the mace at the figure but stops himself as he steps back and peers up at a looming silhouette of a massive beast draped in rags and shackles.
NJC: "Ah crap."
Neo says as he shields himself from any oncoming onslaught but is only met with laughter, a familiar smug snicker any AWF fan could remember. It was Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe who ripped off his hood to reveal his identity to Neo.
Roy: "Kept ya waiting, huh? Sorry about that, digging up the haunting memories of yesterday's sorrow does take a minute. But I've got him, wasn't easy pulling this creature from the River Styx of career suicide but I did it."
Neo bites his lip as he looks up.
NJC: "You mean…?"
Roy: "Right, right. You wanted the man you first won gold with and I've got him right here. Now, it isn't easy reviving a career like this one from the depths of wrestling hell you know. So I want my money, and I want it doubled from what you promised last. It's not every day you unearth a six foot eleven behemoth that weighs three hundred pounds."
Neo scoffs.
NJC: "That's theft!! Done."
Neo says feigning shocked outrage for only a moment before pulling out a wad of cash and thrusting it into Roy Harlowe's hand.
Roy: "Quick caveat though mate."
Neo rolls his eyes.
NJC: "Always a catch."
Neo says with a groan.
Roy: "I've had him outfitted with a mask, a mystical mask that controls the soul of the man deep within. See, to you this is your old friend and tag partner Cage Murdock. A mild mannered gentle giant that once helped you win NWW Tag Team Championship nearly twenty years ago...but, see, it's hard for something so far gone to crossover. There's a lot of bitter fallout between you two...so that needed to be controlled. Now, with this little remote control."
Roy says plucking a classic looking remote device that had an antenna and a big red button on the front of it.
Roy: "Keeps his Neural-Synapses in your control. He's on constant hypnosis and will only obey your command. It's sort of a dark chaos magic mixed with technology, we can't all be the Deadman summoning lightning bolts from the sky. Sometimes us dark void divers have to get a little creative for you non-magic types. He's almost Cage Murdock. Like a meat puppet."
Neo snatches the remote out of Roy's hand.
NJC: "I didn't understand a word you just said, all I understood was you have given me complete control of a near seven foot monster covered in a tattered tarp as a robe."
NJC: "So...if this isn't Cage...what is it?"
Neo says, staring at the remote with reluctance.
Roy: "The spirit of the mask I've programmed in is known only as Mason. He pilots that meat puppet so it's kinda like a mish mash of the two...So it's essentially Mason and Murdock...Mason Murdock, that sounds good."
NJC: "God, you talk a lot."
Roy: "Look who's talking"
The two both share a glare and a cocky sneer.
NJC: "A pleasure to do business with ya...now let's get a look at the beast that'll help me defeat Fowler."
Neo says grabbing the tarp that covers the unknown Mason Murdock, revealing a massive creature, a leviathan of man in a mask.
NJC: "I think victory is assured…"
The mammoth of a man stares down with piercing hollow eyes and only lets out a blood curdling scream into the night sky shaking his shackles high above his head.
