Post by edwarddubin0604 on Apr 12, 2023 19:06:06 GMT -5
(Psychotic Goth is working in the dungeon banging on an object the heat is intense but he doesn't care despite being covered in sweat and perspiration his black t-shirt and long dark hair is matted to his back and body. He continues to bang away on it even harder not caring about the strain in his arm and neck muscles.)
Psychotic Goth: "So Eddie Havok you proved last show that you are a true coward. You couldn't handle me like a man so you decided to send your three biker bitches to handle me."
(He laughs demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Yet what happened to them Havok. What happened to the biker bitches Havok. Tell me or better yet let them tell everyone what happened to them at my hands. Let them tell everyone what actually happened if they have the shit to actually tell the truth."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect as he bangs away at the object harder.)
Psychotic Goth: "So you want to protect your fucking ass by sending the three bitches who call themselves The Grim Reapers. Too bad they are doomed to meet The Ultimate Reaper. They are doomed to meet a serious destruction at my hands. I'm willing to tear all your so-called dumb shits to pieces, because I love violence and I love blood and gore. I love pain and agony and I love the sight of my own blood since it motivates me. It makes me quite wild and it brings out the beast in me that you have never seen or wish to see."
(He bellows like a beast as he bangs away at the object even harder is neck and arm muscles bulge out even more.)
Psychotic Goth: "I don't care what kind of match you can think of Eddie Havok, since it's only going to be the same and that is you are going to see your biker stooges all lying in the ring one after the other. You shall see each gift I shall present to them one after the other and when I get you Havok. I shall have one that shall truly bash your face in or even better Eddie Havok. It's going to be one that shall show you how it feels to not be able to enjoy your nights."
(Psychotic Goth bursts out laughing like a maniac.)
Psychotic Goth: "I'll even make sure that your little bitches are sent to the ER or even better the Intensive Care Unit after I'm done with them. I could care the hell about what I do to them. I could care the fuck if the referee tries to stop me because I'll demolish anyone who stands in my way. Nothing is going to stop me and I know nothing is going to stop your goons from preventing me from our destiny. Nothing shall stop us Havok and I mean nothing."
(He stops banging away and puts down the hammer and puts gloves on and picks up tongs to pick the object up and place it in a vat of water. The steam surrounds him but he doesn't seem to mind or care.)
Psychotic Goth: "You see Eddie Havok we both wanted this match and now we both will be one step closer. I do plan on running the gauntlet and proving I am The Ultimate Reaper. You shall see me continue to stand after each battle with those baby wheel riding girls of yours even if I absorb all the pain and punishment they can inflict on me. You shall see I shall survive the assault and still be able to stand until the end."
(Psychotic Goth picks up a purple velvet bag and places the object that is out of camera range into it and pulls the drawstrings tight. He caresses it and four other purple velvet bags lovingly.)
Psychotic Goth: "It shall be then that you shall see that 'The King of the Goths' isn't one to be taken lightly and then after the three losers who you recruited to face me. I shall beat you in any match you want and I don't care what the rules are since rules don't apply to 'The Serpent of Wrestle: UK' and that's not just bad news to you but worse for your pieces of trash."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "The days are counting down until your idiots face me in the ring one after the other. Then when these bitches are dealt with I shall deal with you in any match you can think of. Please make it really violent and sick enough to motivate me. I dare you Havok and no matter how many wars we fight. I shall continue to ramp up the violence until one of us is destroyed including your so-called Grim Reapers. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make sure my oath is fulfilled."
(He slings the four velvet bags over his shoulder and leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)
Psychotic Goth: "So Eddie Havok you proved last show that you are a true coward. You couldn't handle me like a man so you decided to send your three biker bitches to handle me."
(He laughs demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Yet what happened to them Havok. What happened to the biker bitches Havok. Tell me or better yet let them tell everyone what happened to them at my hands. Let them tell everyone what actually happened if they have the shit to actually tell the truth."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect as he bangs away at the object harder.)
Psychotic Goth: "So you want to protect your fucking ass by sending the three bitches who call themselves The Grim Reapers. Too bad they are doomed to meet The Ultimate Reaper. They are doomed to meet a serious destruction at my hands. I'm willing to tear all your so-called dumb shits to pieces, because I love violence and I love blood and gore. I love pain and agony and I love the sight of my own blood since it motivates me. It makes me quite wild and it brings out the beast in me that you have never seen or wish to see."
(He bellows like a beast as he bangs away at the object even harder is neck and arm muscles bulge out even more.)
Psychotic Goth: "I don't care what kind of match you can think of Eddie Havok, since it's only going to be the same and that is you are going to see your biker stooges all lying in the ring one after the other. You shall see each gift I shall present to them one after the other and when I get you Havok. I shall have one that shall truly bash your face in or even better Eddie Havok. It's going to be one that shall show you how it feels to not be able to enjoy your nights."
(Psychotic Goth bursts out laughing like a maniac.)
Psychotic Goth: "I'll even make sure that your little bitches are sent to the ER or even better the Intensive Care Unit after I'm done with them. I could care the hell about what I do to them. I could care the fuck if the referee tries to stop me because I'll demolish anyone who stands in my way. Nothing is going to stop me and I know nothing is going to stop your goons from preventing me from our destiny. Nothing shall stop us Havok and I mean nothing."
(He stops banging away and puts down the hammer and puts gloves on and picks up tongs to pick the object up and place it in a vat of water. The steam surrounds him but he doesn't seem to mind or care.)
Psychotic Goth: "You see Eddie Havok we both wanted this match and now we both will be one step closer. I do plan on running the gauntlet and proving I am The Ultimate Reaper. You shall see me continue to stand after each battle with those baby wheel riding girls of yours even if I absorb all the pain and punishment they can inflict on me. You shall see I shall survive the assault and still be able to stand until the end."
(Psychotic Goth picks up a purple velvet bag and places the object that is out of camera range into it and pulls the drawstrings tight. He caresses it and four other purple velvet bags lovingly.)
Psychotic Goth: "It shall be then that you shall see that 'The King of the Goths' isn't one to be taken lightly and then after the three losers who you recruited to face me. I shall beat you in any match you want and I don't care what the rules are since rules don't apply to 'The Serpent of Wrestle: UK' and that's not just bad news to you but worse for your pieces of trash."
(He lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "The days are counting down until your idiots face me in the ring one after the other. Then when these bitches are dealt with I shall deal with you in any match you can think of. Please make it really violent and sick enough to motivate me. I dare you Havok and no matter how many wars we fight. I shall continue to ramp up the violence until one of us is destroyed including your so-called Grim Reapers. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make sure my oath is fulfilled."
(He slings the four velvet bags over his shoulder and leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)