No Fear, Only Horror (Nobody RP)
Oct 8, 2024 18:55:41 GMT -5
Jonnie Valentine, Visit Neom, and 1 more like this
Post by The Dunne Deal on Oct 8, 2024 18:55:41 GMT -5
Another year, another Helloween... BUT, this year feels different. If you'd told me a year ago that I’d still be here, a champion twice over, I would’ve laughed in your face. But here I am, with gold around my waist. Yeah, it's tag team gold, but guess what? Gold is still gold!
Last year? Just another match. This year? It’s do or die. The stakes are higher, and the field is packed—TEN bodies instead of four. That’s three times the carnage, three times the chaos, and you bet your ass, three times the blood!
But don’t think for a second that I’m underestimating anyone. No, EVERY single person in this match is a threat… but some? Some are just more dangerous. So let’s break it down, shall we?
Starting at the bottom...
Moondog Dook. The journeyman. The perpetual loser. Our very own Brooklyn Brawler. He’s still here, still fighting, and hey, that counts for something, right? Wrong. At Helloween, I’ll make sure he’s the first to go!
Then we’ve got Dr. X. Really? Dr. X? What are you, some generic comic book villain? I’ve seen your interview, and let me tell you something—you’re nothing but a guy hiding behind a mask, living in sitcom fantasies. While you’re playing pretend, I’m out here dominating. You think that mask makes you dangerous? We’ll see who’s still standing when it’s all over. Spoiler alert: It’s not gonna be you.
Now, Hardcore Tuvalu. Two guys whose names I can barely pronounce. Does it even matter? They won’t last long enough to make an impact.
And then there’s Leonard Van Dam. Oh, Leonard, Leonard, Leonard… you’re already second-guessing yourself! You fear guys like Apisai Pasic, Blankenship, and Tuxedo Mask? You even fear ME? Guess what? When you let fear rule you, you’re already done for. And at Helloween, I’ll be the one to put you out of your misery.
And of course, there’s Joseph Hart, the Rink Rat. My cousin. Surprise! The thing is, Hart’s got the talent, but not the drive. I know him better than anyone, and that’s why he’s gonna fall just like the rest.
Next, Wildcat—Mr. “I’m from the streets.” Lexington, Kentucky? You think you’re tough? Please. I’ve seen tougher guys in daycare. You’re not scaring anyone.
Now let’s get to the big boys—the ones who matter. The ones who will actually be in the mix at the end.
Tuxedo Mask, my tag partner. Everyone’s waiting for us to implode, waiting for this to be the moment the Sharp Dressed Men fall apart. Maybe they’re right. Because at Helloween, there are no friends. Only rivals. And I’m ready to take you down if that’s what it comes to.
Then we’ve got Alexander Von Blankenship. We’ve got history, and let me tell you, it’s not pretty. But your history with me won’t save you this time, Blankenship. Not this time.
As we get closer and closer to the end of the month... To that bastard holiday… Happy Holidays! Except, I’m not filled with excitement or whimsy. I’m only filled with hatred and anxiety.
This year? There will be no costumes, no handing out candy to selfish brats knocking on my door. NO. This year, I’m fueled by memories of my father being an absolute nightmare—waking me up in the dead of night with the sound of a chainsaw.
That ANGER, that HATE? I’m letting it out on every single one of you at Hardkore Helloween. This year, I will be your new nightmare.
Confidence is my weapon now, and I have it in spades. This year, no one will stop me. Not AVB, not Tuxedo Mask, and certainly not you, Leonard.
I make bad men look good, good men look great, and great men into GODS. But this time, for the first time, I’ll tell you this: I am NOBODY… and NOBODY is perfect.
To all of you in that ring... bring your best. Because when it’s all said and done, I’ll be the last man standing. And trust me, I’ll be waiting. Don’t disappoint me.
Last year? Just another match. This year? It’s do or die. The stakes are higher, and the field is packed—TEN bodies instead of four. That’s three times the carnage, three times the chaos, and you bet your ass, three times the blood!
But don’t think for a second that I’m underestimating anyone. No, EVERY single person in this match is a threat… but some? Some are just more dangerous. So let’s break it down, shall we?
Starting at the bottom...
Moondog Dook. The journeyman. The perpetual loser. Our very own Brooklyn Brawler. He’s still here, still fighting, and hey, that counts for something, right? Wrong. At Helloween, I’ll make sure he’s the first to go!
Then we’ve got Dr. X. Really? Dr. X? What are you, some generic comic book villain? I’ve seen your interview, and let me tell you something—you’re nothing but a guy hiding behind a mask, living in sitcom fantasies. While you’re playing pretend, I’m out here dominating. You think that mask makes you dangerous? We’ll see who’s still standing when it’s all over. Spoiler alert: It’s not gonna be you.
Now, Hardcore Tuvalu. Two guys whose names I can barely pronounce. Does it even matter? They won’t last long enough to make an impact.
And then there’s Leonard Van Dam. Oh, Leonard, Leonard, Leonard… you’re already second-guessing yourself! You fear guys like Apisai Pasic, Blankenship, and Tuxedo Mask? You even fear ME? Guess what? When you let fear rule you, you’re already done for. And at Helloween, I’ll be the one to put you out of your misery.
And of course, there’s Joseph Hart, the Rink Rat. My cousin. Surprise! The thing is, Hart’s got the talent, but not the drive. I know him better than anyone, and that’s why he’s gonna fall just like the rest.
Next, Wildcat—Mr. “I’m from the streets.” Lexington, Kentucky? You think you’re tough? Please. I’ve seen tougher guys in daycare. You’re not scaring anyone.
Now let’s get to the big boys—the ones who matter. The ones who will actually be in the mix at the end.
Tuxedo Mask, my tag partner. Everyone’s waiting for us to implode, waiting for this to be the moment the Sharp Dressed Men fall apart. Maybe they’re right. Because at Helloween, there are no friends. Only rivals. And I’m ready to take you down if that’s what it comes to.
Then we’ve got Alexander Von Blankenship. We’ve got history, and let me tell you, it’s not pretty. But your history with me won’t save you this time, Blankenship. Not this time.
As we get closer and closer to the end of the month... To that bastard holiday… Happy Holidays! Except, I’m not filled with excitement or whimsy. I’m only filled with hatred and anxiety.
This year? There will be no costumes, no handing out candy to selfish brats knocking on my door. NO. This year, I’m fueled by memories of my father being an absolute nightmare—waking me up in the dead of night with the sound of a chainsaw.
That ANGER, that HATE? I’m letting it out on every single one of you at Hardkore Helloween. This year, I will be your new nightmare.
Confidence is my weapon now, and I have it in spades. This year, no one will stop me. Not AVB, not Tuxedo Mask, and certainly not you, Leonard.
I make bad men look good, good men look great, and great men into GODS. But this time, for the first time, I’ll tell you this: I am NOBODY… and NOBODY is perfect.
To all of you in that ring... bring your best. Because when it’s all said and done, I’ll be the last man standing. And trust me, I’ll be waiting. Don’t disappoint me.
