Post by Thespian on May 26, 2022 6:12:45 GMT -5
“Seventh Ring of Hell. A brutal chamber match in which the only way to eliminate a competitor is to make them announce their absolute submission. Utterly barbaric… but definitely up my alley.”
The Thespian sits on the edge of the theater’s stage. Ashes and rubble surround him from his last display within the abandoned building.
“Six participants step into the metallic prison, and only one will walk back out with gold and glory. But… is it worth the oncoming carnage? Who can say, really.”
A gloved hand raises a remote, and with a click, a projector illuminates the burnt wall behind him. His own masked visage shows on the wall.
“You already know me well by now, but what about my dear old opponents?”
Another click shows a split image of both Seth Dillinger and Spike Kane; both of which holding the XHF X*Crown Championship.
“A ruthless mercenary and a charismatic warrior; both have climbed to the very top of the network. You two may be new faces around here, but do not think for a second that I don’t know what either of you are capable of in that ring. That’s why you two are just as high on my hit-list in this match as the champion himself. Even with my former accolades, I could not measure up to either one of you. But, that’s fine. I hope that won’t make either of you think any less of me.
"Because if either of you think for a fucking second that it is a good idea to turn your back on me, my knife will be aimed right for your lungs. Both of you know the stakes going into this match with how loaded your resumes are… so I know you’ll forgive me for the atrocities that I’m about to commit to take what should have been mine months ago.”
Click. Bloodied Fox stands tall on the next image as it shows him holding up the XHF Junior-Heavyweight Championship at the end of the Cruiserfest.
“Mr. Fox, we have GOT to stop meeting up like this. One of these days, I need to get you in a good, old-fashioned one-on-one to prove who really is the bigger man out of us... provided you survive this. You outlasted me at Cruiserfest, I barely beat you after you’d already gone through hell earlier in the night. Let’s make this our last multi-man dance for a while.
“However, just like before?”
The image behind Theo flashes as it shows him taking Fox’s head off with a knee.
“I do not intend to give you any quarter. I just hope you won’t make it so easy to turn you into a rug this time. At least blood is already in your name, so you know what to expect as well.”
The following slide shows a cut-off image of Keahi Sparks, with the referee holding up the NLW World Championship.
“Speaking of blood, Ms. Sparks! You’re already used to bleeding on a monthly basis, so what’s about to happen to you will be nothing new.”
He snickers to himself over the horrendous joke.
“For weeks, I’ve ridiculed you following our own encounter. I may not have pinned you myself, but I still stole the gold right from under your nose. And what did upper management decide to do with that? They gave YOU the Heavyweight Championship Match. Disqualification or not, you still lost to Ricardo Goon. And the pity match after? You STILL lost to Cage! And AFTER THAT? *YOU STILL LOST TO CAGE!* I swear, between you and Sanderson, I don’t really know which entitled brat I hate more. At least he got to play transitional champion with the J.H.W., though. I have so, so much pent up aggression towards you, Keahi, but, I will tell you this.”
He takes a moment to suck in a deep breath through his mask… before reaching up under it. He pries it up just enough to show off his lips… of which were curled into a shit-eating smirk.
“No matter what kind of violence befalls you in that ring come Hostile Intent… even when you’re broken and defeated… I just want you to know that you can still trust me come Call to Arms. Y’know.”
The smile drops.
“If you can still walk after this gangbang. On that note, we go into our last, but most certainly not the least, competitor in this cellblock.”
With another click, the image swipes over to hide Keahi from the championship picture… and instead shows off Nathan Cage.
“As much vitriol I spit towards Keahi and Fox… I don’t think I’m as focused on them as I am on you, Mr. Cage. I want to take a trip with you down memory lane if you’ll allow me. You see, October was a big month for me. It started off with me in my first championship match for the company; I was to face Lazarus Arjen for the Southern States Championship in a No DQ Match. Unfortunately, a stray screwdriver put an end to those dreams… until the show right after.”
The image dissipates to reveal a tag team match.
“Myself and Tommy Kelly… facing off against Lazarus Arjen… and you, Nathan Cage. Right before the match, you went on and on about how much you ‘care’ for all of your opponents that you step in the ring with. And with that so-called care of yours, I retorted with two things.”
His free hand raises itself to hold up an index finger.
“For one, I told you that I was going to stop caring about the crowd and the theatrics… because where had it gotten me up until that point. And two?”
His index drops… but his middle raises alone.
“I thanked you, Nathan Cage. I thanked you for doing everyone a favor and ridding us of the brightly-colored filth that was Neko Nyan Nyan. And now? Here I am to give you thanks again, Cage... along with everyone else.”
To Be Continued...
The Thespian sits on the edge of the theater’s stage. Ashes and rubble surround him from his last display within the abandoned building.
“Six participants step into the metallic prison, and only one will walk back out with gold and glory. But… is it worth the oncoming carnage? Who can say, really.”
A gloved hand raises a remote, and with a click, a projector illuminates the burnt wall behind him. His own masked visage shows on the wall.
“You already know me well by now, but what about my dear old opponents?”
Another click shows a split image of both Seth Dillinger and Spike Kane; both of which holding the XHF X*Crown Championship.
“A ruthless mercenary and a charismatic warrior; both have climbed to the very top of the network. You two may be new faces around here, but do not think for a second that I don’t know what either of you are capable of in that ring. That’s why you two are just as high on my hit-list in this match as the champion himself. Even with my former accolades, I could not measure up to either one of you. But, that’s fine. I hope that won’t make either of you think any less of me.
"Because if either of you think for a fucking second that it is a good idea to turn your back on me, my knife will be aimed right for your lungs. Both of you know the stakes going into this match with how loaded your resumes are… so I know you’ll forgive me for the atrocities that I’m about to commit to take what should have been mine months ago.”
Click. Bloodied Fox stands tall on the next image as it shows him holding up the XHF Junior-Heavyweight Championship at the end of the Cruiserfest.
“Mr. Fox, we have GOT to stop meeting up like this. One of these days, I need to get you in a good, old-fashioned one-on-one to prove who really is the bigger man out of us... provided you survive this. You outlasted me at Cruiserfest, I barely beat you after you’d already gone through hell earlier in the night. Let’s make this our last multi-man dance for a while.
“However, just like before?”
The image behind Theo flashes as it shows him taking Fox’s head off with a knee.
“I do not intend to give you any quarter. I just hope you won’t make it so easy to turn you into a rug this time. At least blood is already in your name, so you know what to expect as well.”
The following slide shows a cut-off image of Keahi Sparks, with the referee holding up the NLW World Championship.
“Speaking of blood, Ms. Sparks! You’re already used to bleeding on a monthly basis, so what’s about to happen to you will be nothing new.”
He snickers to himself over the horrendous joke.
“For weeks, I’ve ridiculed you following our own encounter. I may not have pinned you myself, but I still stole the gold right from under your nose. And what did upper management decide to do with that? They gave YOU the Heavyweight Championship Match. Disqualification or not, you still lost to Ricardo Goon. And the pity match after? You STILL lost to Cage! And AFTER THAT? *YOU STILL LOST TO CAGE!* I swear, between you and Sanderson, I don’t really know which entitled brat I hate more. At least he got to play transitional champion with the J.H.W., though. I have so, so much pent up aggression towards you, Keahi, but, I will tell you this.”
He takes a moment to suck in a deep breath through his mask… before reaching up under it. He pries it up just enough to show off his lips… of which were curled into a shit-eating smirk.
“No matter what kind of violence befalls you in that ring come Hostile Intent… even when you’re broken and defeated… I just want you to know that you can still trust me come Call to Arms. Y’know.”
The smile drops.
“If you can still walk after this gangbang. On that note, we go into our last, but most certainly not the least, competitor in this cellblock.”
With another click, the image swipes over to hide Keahi from the championship picture… and instead shows off Nathan Cage.
“As much vitriol I spit towards Keahi and Fox… I don’t think I’m as focused on them as I am on you, Mr. Cage. I want to take a trip with you down memory lane if you’ll allow me. You see, October was a big month for me. It started off with me in my first championship match for the company; I was to face Lazarus Arjen for the Southern States Championship in a No DQ Match. Unfortunately, a stray screwdriver put an end to those dreams… until the show right after.”
The image dissipates to reveal a tag team match.
“Myself and Tommy Kelly… facing off against Lazarus Arjen… and you, Nathan Cage. Right before the match, you went on and on about how much you ‘care’ for all of your opponents that you step in the ring with. And with that so-called care of yours, I retorted with two things.”
His free hand raises itself to hold up an index finger.
“For one, I told you that I was going to stop caring about the crowd and the theatrics… because where had it gotten me up until that point. And two?”
His index drops… but his middle raises alone.
“I thanked you, Nathan Cage. I thanked you for doing everyone a favor and ridding us of the brightly-colored filth that was Neko Nyan Nyan. And now? Here I am to give you thanks again, Cage... along with everyone else.”
To Be Continued...