Post by edwarddubin0604 on Mar 1, 2023 20:28:38 GMT -5
(The storm rages and a figure stands in the center of what looks like an old shrine the torrential rain and winds whip the grass around. The figure's long waist length dark hair is matted to his face but he seems unfazed by the weather and, in fact, seems to be enjoying the rain."
Psychotic Goth: "I remember long ago when I first came to this country to wrestle in an event. It was in Hardkore World and the event was called Irish Rage in Belfast and one of the first places I saw on the Emerald Island was this old shrine built over a thousand years ago."
(He bellows in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Sometimes they worshipped at this shrine and sometimes they settled their issues in combat. No matter the outcome the inhabitants of this land would always settle their feuds, even though their issues were always long running and lasted centuries until one family remained standing and the other would be wiped out permanently."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Now comes St. Patrick's Day Massacre where once again Armand von Krauss, Billy Fowler, Wesley Crane, Rob Riot and especially Eddie Havok and myself shall be going for the Wrestle: UK World Heavyweight Championship."
(He roars demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Each of the competitors have issues that seem to need settling. Yet it seems that Eddie Havok and I have the biggest issues when we were in The Elimination Chamber. We saw it in each others eyes and we wanted to murder each other but then again I'm quite used to that. I'm quite used to seeing that kind of look in any competitors eyes but I could care less."
(Psychotic Goth pauses and an ominous silence settles in before thunder and lightning strikes.)
Psychotic Goth: "You want to continue this war between us that's your choice and your choice alone Eddie Havok. You shall see I don't back down and I do not care who I unleash my savagery on as long as no one stands in our way and that includes your goons or the other competitors. So my advice to them is stay out of my way."
(He pauses again before muttering in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Now this doesn't mean I intend to forget the other four in this match. Smoke as much as your want Rob Riot and cherish your old memories of Black Pool and the past that you hold on to. That's all it's going to be and your memories will always be forever but one thing is certain Rob riot and that is you shall never hold that Wrestle: UK World Heavyweight Championship. Be lucky you are a champion since you may not be one for long."
(Psychotic Goth laughs evilly.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's you Billy Fowler the Lackey Bastard who comes up short in singles championship matches. I know one day you may even win a singles championship if you haven't done so already. Yet will you come into your own and if you do will your fellow Bastards actually appreciate your accomplishments."
(He roars in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Yes Armand we both came up short but who knows you may break through and maybe become world champion one day. That depends on you and if your motivation is actually there enough to actually win both the match and the championship. You probably are but that depends entirely on you Armand and you probably will be motivated more than enough to go all out to win the championship."
(Psychotic Goth roars like a berserker.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's you Wesley Crane and your gang of laughable goons. You and your idiots couldn't even beat The Bastards in the tag team gauntlet match. You were lucky to have survived all your championship title defenses but now how will you survive against five other individuals, who are motivated by their distain for you Wesley Crane. The question for you is will you need their help to save your sorry ass from me and the other wrestlers in this match."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome snake like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "The days are winding down for St. Patrick's Day Massacre and I can not wait for that day. It shall be my moment and my moment shall be the my victory and everyone's issues if they have any shall be resolved.....Or will they be resolved on the day that the people of this Emerald Island celebrate the so-called saint who chased the snakes away. We shall see. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my words come true."
(Psychotic Goth roars as the scene slowly fades to black.)
Psychotic Goth: "I remember long ago when I first came to this country to wrestle in an event. It was in Hardkore World and the event was called Irish Rage in Belfast and one of the first places I saw on the Emerald Island was this old shrine built over a thousand years ago."
(He bellows in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Sometimes they worshipped at this shrine and sometimes they settled their issues in combat. No matter the outcome the inhabitants of this land would always settle their feuds, even though their issues were always long running and lasted centuries until one family remained standing and the other would be wiped out permanently."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Now comes St. Patrick's Day Massacre where once again Armand von Krauss, Billy Fowler, Wesley Crane, Rob Riot and especially Eddie Havok and myself shall be going for the Wrestle: UK World Heavyweight Championship."
(He roars demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Each of the competitors have issues that seem to need settling. Yet it seems that Eddie Havok and I have the biggest issues when we were in The Elimination Chamber. We saw it in each others eyes and we wanted to murder each other but then again I'm quite used to that. I'm quite used to seeing that kind of look in any competitors eyes but I could care less."
(Psychotic Goth pauses and an ominous silence settles in before thunder and lightning strikes.)
Psychotic Goth: "You want to continue this war between us that's your choice and your choice alone Eddie Havok. You shall see I don't back down and I do not care who I unleash my savagery on as long as no one stands in our way and that includes your goons or the other competitors. So my advice to them is stay out of my way."
(He pauses again before muttering in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Now this doesn't mean I intend to forget the other four in this match. Smoke as much as your want Rob Riot and cherish your old memories of Black Pool and the past that you hold on to. That's all it's going to be and your memories will always be forever but one thing is certain Rob riot and that is you shall never hold that Wrestle: UK World Heavyweight Championship. Be lucky you are a champion since you may not be one for long."
(Psychotic Goth laughs evilly.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's you Billy Fowler the Lackey Bastard who comes up short in singles championship matches. I know one day you may even win a singles championship if you haven't done so already. Yet will you come into your own and if you do will your fellow Bastards actually appreciate your accomplishments."
(He roars in an ancient Gaelic dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "Yes Armand we both came up short but who knows you may break through and maybe become world champion one day. That depends on you and if your motivation is actually there enough to actually win both the match and the championship. You probably are but that depends entirely on you Armand and you probably will be motivated more than enough to go all out to win the championship."
(Psychotic Goth roars like a berserker.)
Psychotic Goth: "Then there's you Wesley Crane and your gang of laughable goons. You and your idiots couldn't even beat The Bastards in the tag team gauntlet match. You were lucky to have survived all your championship title defenses but now how will you survive against five other individuals, who are motivated by their distain for you Wesley Crane. The question for you is will you need their help to save your sorry ass from me and the other wrestlers in this match."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome snake like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "The days are winding down for St. Patrick's Day Massacre and I can not wait for that day. It shall be my moment and my moment shall be the my victory and everyone's issues if they have any shall be resolved.....Or will they be resolved on the day that the people of this Emerald Island celebrate the so-called saint who chased the snakes away. We shall see. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my words come true."
(Psychotic Goth roars as the scene slowly fades to black.)