cant think of funny title, sorry mongo (The End EOD)
Oct 24, 2023 4:43:28 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by Jimbo on Oct 24, 2023 4:43:28 GMT -5
THE BEGINNING.
[ Before them is a long dock that leads out toward the gray ocean which is beginning to violently stir in the heavy winds. The two men walk along the deck with zero hint of fear or apprehension despite the rotting wood creaking and groaning with every step they take. The smell of the salt and grime of the sea assaults their senses but even still they betray no hint at being put off. They are determined, no matter how dangerous it may seem to be, to reach The End.
Reaching their desired destination, the pair stand side by side as they look out toward the ocean. The vastness of it stretches far out into the mist of an approaching storm.
They turn their backs to the sea, revealing themselves as Mehrunes Smith and Scott Fargo, winner of the 2023 End Of Days: Tag Team Annihilator, Hardkore World Tag Team Champions, next in line for the XHF World Tag Team Championships and living embodiment of The End. Thunder rolls and rumbles low in the distance. Fargo turns back to watch the tide beginning to stir. ]
“The Sanctuary, Tooth and Claw, Zoran Sainovic and El Rey, The Anointed, Kilroy and The Sheik, The Dutch Express, Team Fairtex, Storm and Thunder, and finally, Hardkore Tuvalu.”
[ Scott Fargo turns back around as his partner turns and watches a flock of seagulls take flight from the nearby railing. ]
“Nine teams have tried, nine teams have failed. If it hasn’t been made clear yet, let me spell it out for you. You can not stop The End. You can not beat The End. You can not change The End. You can run from it, you can struggle against it, you can delay it, but you can never beat it and you can never kill it. In less than two months, since making our return to the Network, we have made our mark wherever we have stepped foot. Whether it’s been on a hillside, out at sea, or within the confines of the squared circle that holds us all as its prisoner. We have left our mark. We have proven that what we say are more than just words. They are warnings. Warnings that nine teams have ignored, have laughed off, have not taken to heart. And for that? They failed. They lost. They fell to The End.”
[ Smith turns. Both men begin to unbutton their long black overcoats until they reveal the gold strapped around their waists. ]
“We sent a message to everybody under the Hardkore banner that we are coming and we are taking no prisoners. We told them exactly what we would do, we did exactly what we said we would do, and now we stand here as Hardkore World Tag Team Champions. If you still decide to not take us seriously, well then…”
“You’re digging your own grave. You don't even realize it.”
“El Rey and Sainovic tried to use their global success as a way to not take us seriously, and in doing so they blinded themselves. They refuse to see how good I am or how good Scott Fargo is because neither of us have held the X*Crown. Despite the fact that everywhere we have been on this Network we found success as a team and as individuals. They refused to see us as equals, now they are beneath us.”
[ Fargo stifles a laugh at his partner's comment. He cups his hands over his mouth and blows air into his hands in an effort to warm them up in the cold mist. ]
“Tooth and Claw tried to use their massive size advantage over us in their favor, and yet they failed. Bigger they are, the harder they fall. And for my money? Moloch and Mormo are gonna have one hell of a hard fall come the 29th. As far as the Death Squad are concerned, we aren’t afraid, we aren’t intimidated by them. You know what we are? We’re ready. We’re more than ready. One comment that El Rey made that really stuck in my craw. ‘This is the big stage. You’re not ready for this’. He was right about one thing, neither Mehrunes or myself have made an impact on the global stage. But to say we’re not ready? We signed up for the Annihilator before anyone even had the chance. We wouldn’t fucking be here if we weren’t ready for this. Me? I’ve been ready for a long, long time. And just like we did during the Annihilator, just like we did in Hardkore, in NLW, we are gonna walk into Sacramento and in front of the entire Network, we are gonna take those XHF Global Tag Team Championships!”
[ Smith steps forward. ]
“We are not puppets. We are not instruments of another man’s will. We have followed our own path. Walked our own trail. And we have done so without fear.”
“If this so-called Death Squad wants to keep their belts then death is what they must bring us.”
“But even then, you can not kill that which is eternal. You can not kill The End.”
“The End always wins.”
[ Fargo flashes a quick smirk. ]
“I ain’t stranger to a Death Squad. Let me throw three names at ya: The Anomoly. James Dragon. Scott Fargo. Z. D. S. Zaibatsu Death Squad. I ain’t afraid of dying and neither is Mehrunes. Bring death to our door. We’ll let it in. We won’t let it escape. Moloch, Mormo, you need to ask yourselves a question. Ask yourself. Don’t ask the master you kneel for. Ask yourself. Can you kill The End? Can you do that? No one has escaped The End thus far, and despite your success, despite your strength, despite your size, you will not escape either. Mehrunes is too quick and too technical. I am too technical and too brutal. Our collective skill outweighs your weight. You will walk in with your heads held high and those belts held higher. You will be lucky to leave under your own strength. If you think we should be intimidated by anything you have to offer, just know this: You are the ones that have something to fear.”
“We fear no man. We fear no God. We fear no master.”
[ Fargo turns back to the ocean. ]
“We entered this Annihilator Tournament for a single reason. To get here. To this moment in time. End Of Days. Eight of the very best teams on this Network and whilst they all fell, we are the ones who remain. It echoes the path we carved through NLW. We have a feeling that we are not the team that was meant to be in this spot. But once The End is written, there is little you can do to change it. That is something that El Rey and Zoran Sainovic failed to realize until it was too late. Moloch and Mormo. Oblivion Death Squad. Will you take heed of that? Do you understand that? Or will you blow it off? Chalk it up to nothing more than words from a man smaller than you? Or are you both going to be yet another pair of fools in a rapidly growing line of them? Let that weight sit with you for a moment. Let it sink in.”
“We told El Rey and Zoran directly, and we’ll tell you the very same. You are walking into a trap. No one believes that until they step onto the pressure plate and the iron jaws snap shut. When your shin is crushed into a mess of bone splinters and you scream in pain, you will understand. Ask Zoran how it feels, he’ll tell you.”
“He’ll tell you that every word we utter will be backed up. El Rey will admit the same, only very reluctantly. In just under two months, we have captured the Hardkore World Tag Team Championship. Despite the fact that no one thought we would. We entered the Annihilator and we ran through The Sanctuary.”
“We wrestled and beat an alien AND a bear.”
[ Fargo turns back around and shakes his head in disbelief. ]
“Two former X*Crown Champions that believed they were above us have now been firmly humbled. If the Oblivion Death Squad think they can walk into Sacramento on the 29th and toss us around, they will be humbled also. We’ve wrestled and we’ve beaten bigger and badder men and monsters. Walk us into the apocalypse, drag us into your world, and we will leave with more than your titles. We will leave with your heads!”
“We have walked the path of annihilation, and we have annihilated all that have stood across from us. Bring us into Oblivion, if you want. It wouldn’t be any stranger than the places we have wrestled recently.”
“There is a distinct difference here. This isn’t gonna be no pirate ship battle or no high ground match. This is pure straight up one fall to a finish. We beat Sainovic and El Rey out on the sea, that’s Mehrunes turf. But straight up professional wrestling? That’s not just my turf, that’s my fucking world. We have worked too damn hard for it all to be for nothing.”
“It won’t be.”
[ Mehrunes looks to his partner. ]
“No. It won’t.”
[ Smith and Fargo both turn to look over their shoulders. In the distance there is a loud roar. A large reptile-like figure is silhouetted in the mist off in the distance. ]
“I should give him a call later.”
[ Fargo shrugs. Both men turn back to the camera. ]
“This is more than just End Of Days 2023.”
“This is The End.”
“For Moloch and Mormo.”
“For their reign as XHF Global Tag Team Champions.”
“This is The End of days. And so, The End has been written.”
“And so, The End remains the same.”
[ Before them is a long dock that leads out toward the gray ocean which is beginning to violently stir in the heavy winds. The two men walk along the deck with zero hint of fear or apprehension despite the rotting wood creaking and groaning with every step they take. The smell of the salt and grime of the sea assaults their senses but even still they betray no hint at being put off. They are determined, no matter how dangerous it may seem to be, to reach The End.
Reaching their desired destination, the pair stand side by side as they look out toward the ocean. The vastness of it stretches far out into the mist of an approaching storm.
They turn their backs to the sea, revealing themselves as Mehrunes Smith and Scott Fargo, winner of the 2023 End Of Days: Tag Team Annihilator, Hardkore World Tag Team Champions, next in line for the XHF World Tag Team Championships and living embodiment of The End. Thunder rolls and rumbles low in the distance. Fargo turns back to watch the tide beginning to stir. ]
“The Sanctuary, Tooth and Claw, Zoran Sainovic and El Rey, The Anointed, Kilroy and The Sheik, The Dutch Express, Team Fairtex, Storm and Thunder, and finally, Hardkore Tuvalu.”
[ Scott Fargo turns back around as his partner turns and watches a flock of seagulls take flight from the nearby railing. ]
“Nine teams have tried, nine teams have failed. If it hasn’t been made clear yet, let me spell it out for you. You can not stop The End. You can not beat The End. You can not change The End. You can run from it, you can struggle against it, you can delay it, but you can never beat it and you can never kill it. In less than two months, since making our return to the Network, we have made our mark wherever we have stepped foot. Whether it’s been on a hillside, out at sea, or within the confines of the squared circle that holds us all as its prisoner. We have left our mark. We have proven that what we say are more than just words. They are warnings. Warnings that nine teams have ignored, have laughed off, have not taken to heart. And for that? They failed. They lost. They fell to The End.”
[ Smith turns. Both men begin to unbutton their long black overcoats until they reveal the gold strapped around their waists. ]
“We sent a message to everybody under the Hardkore banner that we are coming and we are taking no prisoners. We told them exactly what we would do, we did exactly what we said we would do, and now we stand here as Hardkore World Tag Team Champions. If you still decide to not take us seriously, well then…”
“You’re digging your own grave. You don't even realize it.”
“El Rey and Sainovic tried to use their global success as a way to not take us seriously, and in doing so they blinded themselves. They refuse to see how good I am or how good Scott Fargo is because neither of us have held the X*Crown. Despite the fact that everywhere we have been on this Network we found success as a team and as individuals. They refused to see us as equals, now they are beneath us.”
[ Fargo stifles a laugh at his partner's comment. He cups his hands over his mouth and blows air into his hands in an effort to warm them up in the cold mist. ]
“Tooth and Claw tried to use their massive size advantage over us in their favor, and yet they failed. Bigger they are, the harder they fall. And for my money? Moloch and Mormo are gonna have one hell of a hard fall come the 29th. As far as the Death Squad are concerned, we aren’t afraid, we aren’t intimidated by them. You know what we are? We’re ready. We’re more than ready. One comment that El Rey made that really stuck in my craw. ‘This is the big stage. You’re not ready for this’. He was right about one thing, neither Mehrunes or myself have made an impact on the global stage. But to say we’re not ready? We signed up for the Annihilator before anyone even had the chance. We wouldn’t fucking be here if we weren’t ready for this. Me? I’ve been ready for a long, long time. And just like we did during the Annihilator, just like we did in Hardkore, in NLW, we are gonna walk into Sacramento and in front of the entire Network, we are gonna take those XHF Global Tag Team Championships!”
[ Smith steps forward. ]
“We are not puppets. We are not instruments of another man’s will. We have followed our own path. Walked our own trail. And we have done so without fear.”
“If this so-called Death Squad wants to keep their belts then death is what they must bring us.”
“But even then, you can not kill that which is eternal. You can not kill The End.”
“The End always wins.”
[ Fargo flashes a quick smirk. ]
“I ain’t stranger to a Death Squad. Let me throw three names at ya: The Anomoly. James Dragon. Scott Fargo. Z. D. S. Zaibatsu Death Squad. I ain’t afraid of dying and neither is Mehrunes. Bring death to our door. We’ll let it in. We won’t let it escape. Moloch, Mormo, you need to ask yourselves a question. Ask yourself. Don’t ask the master you kneel for. Ask yourself. Can you kill The End? Can you do that? No one has escaped The End thus far, and despite your success, despite your strength, despite your size, you will not escape either. Mehrunes is too quick and too technical. I am too technical and too brutal. Our collective skill outweighs your weight. You will walk in with your heads held high and those belts held higher. You will be lucky to leave under your own strength. If you think we should be intimidated by anything you have to offer, just know this: You are the ones that have something to fear.”
“We fear no man. We fear no God. We fear no master.”
[ Fargo turns back to the ocean. ]
“We entered this Annihilator Tournament for a single reason. To get here. To this moment in time. End Of Days. Eight of the very best teams on this Network and whilst they all fell, we are the ones who remain. It echoes the path we carved through NLW. We have a feeling that we are not the team that was meant to be in this spot. But once The End is written, there is little you can do to change it. That is something that El Rey and Zoran Sainovic failed to realize until it was too late. Moloch and Mormo. Oblivion Death Squad. Will you take heed of that? Do you understand that? Or will you blow it off? Chalk it up to nothing more than words from a man smaller than you? Or are you both going to be yet another pair of fools in a rapidly growing line of them? Let that weight sit with you for a moment. Let it sink in.”
“We told El Rey and Zoran directly, and we’ll tell you the very same. You are walking into a trap. No one believes that until they step onto the pressure plate and the iron jaws snap shut. When your shin is crushed into a mess of bone splinters and you scream in pain, you will understand. Ask Zoran how it feels, he’ll tell you.”
“He’ll tell you that every word we utter will be backed up. El Rey will admit the same, only very reluctantly. In just under two months, we have captured the Hardkore World Tag Team Championship. Despite the fact that no one thought we would. We entered the Annihilator and we ran through The Sanctuary.”
“We wrestled and beat an alien AND a bear.”
[ Fargo turns back around and shakes his head in disbelief. ]
“Two former X*Crown Champions that believed they were above us have now been firmly humbled. If the Oblivion Death Squad think they can walk into Sacramento on the 29th and toss us around, they will be humbled also. We’ve wrestled and we’ve beaten bigger and badder men and monsters. Walk us into the apocalypse, drag us into your world, and we will leave with more than your titles. We will leave with your heads!”
“We have walked the path of annihilation, and we have annihilated all that have stood across from us. Bring us into Oblivion, if you want. It wouldn’t be any stranger than the places we have wrestled recently.”
“There is a distinct difference here. This isn’t gonna be no pirate ship battle or no high ground match. This is pure straight up one fall to a finish. We beat Sainovic and El Rey out on the sea, that’s Mehrunes turf. But straight up professional wrestling? That’s not just my turf, that’s my fucking world. We have worked too damn hard for it all to be for nothing.”
“It won’t be.”
[ Mehrunes looks to his partner. ]
“No. It won’t.”
[ Smith and Fargo both turn to look over their shoulders. In the distance there is a loud roar. A large reptile-like figure is silhouetted in the mist off in the distance. ]
“I should give him a call later.”
[ Fargo shrugs. Both men turn back to the camera. ]
“This is more than just End Of Days 2023.”
“This is The End.”
“For Moloch and Mormo.”
“For their reign as XHF Global Tag Team Champions.”
“This is The End of days. And so, The End has been written.”
“And so, The End remains the same.”
THE END.