Post by Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001) on Jan 29, 2018 14:26:53 GMT -5
*Fade in to arena....*
*Suddenly, the arena is plunged into total darkness and the crowd looks on intently with anticipation. At this point, an ominous "Red Fist" symbol appears across the Xtreme-Tron and accompanied by it is the loud, roaring sound of guitar riffs beginning to kick in across the building's sound system. Mere seconds later, the XT screen abruptly shifts to pure static and the tension builds as after a flurry of drums kick in, the following words begin to echo throughout the building...
"So God damn easy to write this,
You think it'd spill on the page,
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
A laughing stock, on your own fucking stage...
Oh but I ain't going to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me..."
*At these very words, BOOM!
*An overwhelming explosion rocks the arena to it's core and in turn, the entire crowd is on it's feet with fists raised and defeaning screams of approval as the hellraising chorus of "Redneck" by Lamb of God cuts onto the PA in full force! At this, the curtain flips back and without any further adieu, the sadistically smirking figure of XHF Legend Rage himself steps out and onto the top of the stage! Thereafter, Rage struts fiercely on down the ramp to a chorus of boos from this entire capacity crowd of XHF fans joining us here tonight. Moments later he finally reaches the the ring area where upon climbing inside, the self proclaimed "Revolutionary Redneck" sets off to do his signature Four Corners Salute taunt from each and every corner of the ring, defiantly raising both his fists and a set of familiar middle fingers to the crowd...
*Once concluding with these routine taunts of his Rage ventures over to the back corner of the ring, and at receiving a mic from the ring announcer below he goes to stand squarely in the middle of the ring, perfectly over the XHF logo imprinted there on the canvus. The self-proclaimed "Revolutionary Redneck" continues awaiting all the crowd noise over his appearance to subside, and as it does, he steps forward somewhat further toward the nearest set of ropes.
*A brief instant later, with one arm resting comfortably on the ring ropes Rage fully raises his microphone with the other then clears his throat in preparation to once again address the entire XHF world, an address in the most major of ways....*
: *AHEM*, and so it begins...the final stretch, the final few days' worth of hype and buildup heading into the Xtreme Hardcore Federation's 5th Annual Birthday Show, and hey by all means I think it's simple enough to understand now as to why the man you're all lookin' at right now is on his way there once again...
*Rage glances up to sadistically smirk at the entire crowd and in response he's greeted with yet another round of decidedly negative boos*
: Hahaha, well first off I'll continue to be the bigger man here and turn the other cheek to ignore those boos, to push aside my noticing of your other nonsense in general being displayed folks. You see I'll be doing so since I know all you rotten, good for nothing assholes are victims of two blatantly unfortunate things as of late, in fact they're the same two things apparently plaguing my opponent for this Sunday if I'm not mistaken, that'd be flat out jealousy of the Revolutionary Redneck, and foremost just plain ignorance all things considered...
*Rage again briefly stops short to shake his head in obvious disgust of those surrounding him here tonight*
: Yeah every last one of you in the building tonight heard me correctly a moment ago, I said you're all victims of your own fucking STUPIDITY these days, as is the moron of a man known as Hardcore Harry to be frank about it! And what makes things even worse is that this over the hill egomaniac continues to spread the vile disease known as stupidity, he goes right on verbally filling the XHF world full of crap when in reality what he needs to be doing is preparing not mentally or verbally, but physically for what's to come for him on Sunday at the Birthday Show. However, even in the midst of what otherwise was an absolutely dreadful backstage speech to have to sit through I managed to overhear at least a few select things from Mr. Campbell that I'd like to address in more detail at this time if I may. So if ya ain't already doing so Harold then listen up, and listen good since unlike you and so many others sadly employed for this company I won't repeat what I'm about to say for a billion times in order to get my basic enough point made for a single time...
*Just then Rage motions for the nearest cameraman to get completely in the ring, and after this request is fulfilled, the "Bald-Headed Behemoth" gets right up into the lens of the nearest camera for the full effect of what's he about to say it would seem-*
: Now Harry I don't know where in god's name you get off thinking you're every bit as big and bad as you repeatedly make yourself out to be lately. No in reality Harry all you're coming across as to me is a bitter, spiteful old bastard who's taken one too many chair shots to the ole' cranium and doesn't knew when to quit running the proverbial "yap" while still the least bit ahead in any way. Really Harry I thought last night's hideously one-sided beatdown of your ass would have been sufficient evidence as to why I'm STILL smarter, STILL stronger and STILL more capable all around for an XHF competitor than you'll ever be, but alas, instead all it seems to have proven is that you know how to run your mouth like a pompus prick when in the safety of your little backstage locker room from yours truly, just not when you have to face me head on inside THIS XHF ring like a mature adult...
*Pause*
: I mean come on Harry you may be able to fool the idiots in this arena here tonight into buying into your mindless drivel about me, but son the day you fool me into doing so is the same day your future home come Sunday freezes over, hell that is if you're still competent enough to be following my "drift" at this point. Honestly Harry you can say whatever you'd like about how you think my past few years in XHF have been a "failure" or a "fraud" or whatever else may pop into your thick skull in the heat of the moment, but in truth, in TRUTH Harry you know that even after you pulled out that disgraceful victory over me for the Ultimate Title I DID go on regardless to achieve many more things that have added on to my collective legacy over the years. Harry you say I only use the name "legend" for gimmick purposes but as far as I'm concerned it's YOU the glorified Hardcore stuntman who may be using them for such purposes when it comes right down to it. Particularly Harry we differ because while I went on to achieve my second United States Championship and the second ever X*Crown Championship reign you choked up the Ultimate Title to that chump Millennium less than a month after you stole it off me, and from there after you'd lost MY title back to the man I did so much rid it from in the first place you went straight back downhill, you returned to your natural habitat of the lowly Hardcore division until eventually you managed to pull the same bullshit over on the X*Crown and XHF World Heavyweight Champions as you did to me the first time around by using dirty tactics learned from that putrid Hardcore division to get your grubby little paws back on top notch gold.
*Pause*
: And now, now after making such a pitiful joke of yourself over the years you expect to be taken seriously by me, you expect your words and accusations about ME to actually intimidate me the slightest bit after all you've done YOURSELF to show you're nothing but a crazed daredevil from the worthless, despicable Hardcore ranks of XHF? Harry day by day now you're doing nothing but making me sicker and sicker to my stomach over the hypocritical bullshit you're hellbent on spewing out, you're making me so sick infact that come this Sunday I've decided it's in the best interest of professional wrestling as a whole to exterminate what's left of your dignity forevermore, and no matter what the cost of that is I'm certainly willing to pay it. Ya see Harry the reason I challenged you last night to the clean, strictly one on one affair for Sunday is because I felt dare I say it a slight bit of sympathy for you after how badly you'd already been embarrassed and disfigured at my hands as it is on the 4th of July. But hell even after I try to show some fucking remorse to you by giving you the easier challenge for the broken down body you carry around you do nothing but toss it straight back in my face it appears. Pfft, you actually think you're impressing these fans and you and your oversized ego seem pleased to be "showing off" with this latest No Disqualification stipulation that's been put on the table, yet in something called REALITY all you're doing is digging an even deeper grave to be buried in soon enough when I get my hands back on that scrawny little neck of yours, a neck I'll soon have a firm grip on with nothing less in mind than strangling it non-stop until you cease to breathe any longer, until those gums of yours are no longer able to flap the way they have thus far...
*Just then a maniacal grin crosses the face of Rage in the midst of what he's saying, and his expressions shift from that of a serious nature to one of sadistic satisfaction towards what he's saying here tonight*
: But nonetheless I said that no matter the cost I'm willing to sacrifice it all in order to rid this business of you for good, so that's exactly the motto I intend to stick to all the way when it comes to taking it to the "Xtreme" as you've so brashly chosen to call me out on. Harry these fans all around me may not cheer me much anymore for my actions but you can bet your ass they'll be cheering even if only for a moment when they hear the two words coming out of my mouth in regards to making our match for Sunday be under No DQ rules...and those would be, You're On.
*And sure enough, the entire audience temporarily goes nuts for Rage's acceptance of the likely final stipulation to be added on to an already epic clash between he and Harold Campbell for this Sunday at the B-Day Show*
: Just remember though that after I show you up and make a fool of your ass for the second time in a week, after I've obliterated you in your own more Hardcore environment that it was not me but YOU who brought this on yourself. I was always the one here who wanted to do things the more professional way by settling our differences in the squared circle but you were the one who's chosen to kick things up a notch by bringing this "anything goes" set of conditions into the overall equation for Sunday. So in closing for the time being I leave you with this parting message that even if nothing else will hopefully sink into your head to a certain degree...Harry the truth that I always have been and always will be the better man amongst us no matter what the circumstances are, it's out there and Sunday at XHF's latest celebration of it's Birthdate there indeed won't be much to celebrate once I've introduced you to the truth up close and personal for the final time. Furthermore after I've extinguished what's left of your tragically useless career, even if it's the last thing I do I'll make sure you learn first hand JUST how much that same truth, can hurt for an overconfident asswipe like you who's in over their head.
*Thereafter Rage tosses aside his mic and as "Redneck" by Lamb of God starts back up on the PA he rolls out of the ring with a determined, fiercely focused and intense look like never before smeared directly across his face all the sudden. As Rage finishes exiting up the ramp and finally disappears through the curtain we experience a fade to black, and the road to Sunday's Birthday Show picks up even more steam in it's wake...*
*Suddenly, the arena is plunged into total darkness and the crowd looks on intently with anticipation. At this point, an ominous "Red Fist" symbol appears across the Xtreme-Tron and accompanied by it is the loud, roaring sound of guitar riffs beginning to kick in across the building's sound system. Mere seconds later, the XT screen abruptly shifts to pure static and the tension builds as after a flurry of drums kick in, the following words begin to echo throughout the building...
"So God damn easy to write this,
You think it'd spill on the page,
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
A laughing stock, on your own fucking stage...
Oh but I ain't going to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me..."
*At these very words, BOOM!
*An overwhelming explosion rocks the arena to it's core and in turn, the entire crowd is on it's feet with fists raised and defeaning screams of approval as the hellraising chorus of "Redneck" by Lamb of God cuts onto the PA in full force! At this, the curtain flips back and without any further adieu, the sadistically smirking figure of XHF Legend Rage himself steps out and onto the top of the stage! Thereafter, Rage struts fiercely on down the ramp to a chorus of boos from this entire capacity crowd of XHF fans joining us here tonight. Moments later he finally reaches the the ring area where upon climbing inside, the self proclaimed "Revolutionary Redneck" sets off to do his signature Four Corners Salute taunt from each and every corner of the ring, defiantly raising both his fists and a set of familiar middle fingers to the crowd...
*Once concluding with these routine taunts of his Rage ventures over to the back corner of the ring, and at receiving a mic from the ring announcer below he goes to stand squarely in the middle of the ring, perfectly over the XHF logo imprinted there on the canvus. The self-proclaimed "Revolutionary Redneck" continues awaiting all the crowd noise over his appearance to subside, and as it does, he steps forward somewhat further toward the nearest set of ropes.
*A brief instant later, with one arm resting comfortably on the ring ropes Rage fully raises his microphone with the other then clears his throat in preparation to once again address the entire XHF world, an address in the most major of ways....*
: *AHEM*, and so it begins...the final stretch, the final few days' worth of hype and buildup heading into the Xtreme Hardcore Federation's 5th Annual Birthday Show, and hey by all means I think it's simple enough to understand now as to why the man you're all lookin' at right now is on his way there once again...
*Rage glances up to sadistically smirk at the entire crowd and in response he's greeted with yet another round of decidedly negative boos*
: Hahaha, well first off I'll continue to be the bigger man here and turn the other cheek to ignore those boos, to push aside my noticing of your other nonsense in general being displayed folks. You see I'll be doing so since I know all you rotten, good for nothing assholes are victims of two blatantly unfortunate things as of late, in fact they're the same two things apparently plaguing my opponent for this Sunday if I'm not mistaken, that'd be flat out jealousy of the Revolutionary Redneck, and foremost just plain ignorance all things considered...
*Rage again briefly stops short to shake his head in obvious disgust of those surrounding him here tonight*
: Yeah every last one of you in the building tonight heard me correctly a moment ago, I said you're all victims of your own fucking STUPIDITY these days, as is the moron of a man known as Hardcore Harry to be frank about it! And what makes things even worse is that this over the hill egomaniac continues to spread the vile disease known as stupidity, he goes right on verbally filling the XHF world full of crap when in reality what he needs to be doing is preparing not mentally or verbally, but physically for what's to come for him on Sunday at the Birthday Show. However, even in the midst of what otherwise was an absolutely dreadful backstage speech to have to sit through I managed to overhear at least a few select things from Mr. Campbell that I'd like to address in more detail at this time if I may. So if ya ain't already doing so Harold then listen up, and listen good since unlike you and so many others sadly employed for this company I won't repeat what I'm about to say for a billion times in order to get my basic enough point made for a single time...
*Just then Rage motions for the nearest cameraman to get completely in the ring, and after this request is fulfilled, the "Bald-Headed Behemoth" gets right up into the lens of the nearest camera for the full effect of what's he about to say it would seem-*
: Now Harry I don't know where in god's name you get off thinking you're every bit as big and bad as you repeatedly make yourself out to be lately. No in reality Harry all you're coming across as to me is a bitter, spiteful old bastard who's taken one too many chair shots to the ole' cranium and doesn't knew when to quit running the proverbial "yap" while still the least bit ahead in any way. Really Harry I thought last night's hideously one-sided beatdown of your ass would have been sufficient evidence as to why I'm STILL smarter, STILL stronger and STILL more capable all around for an XHF competitor than you'll ever be, but alas, instead all it seems to have proven is that you know how to run your mouth like a pompus prick when in the safety of your little backstage locker room from yours truly, just not when you have to face me head on inside THIS XHF ring like a mature adult...
*Pause*
: I mean come on Harry you may be able to fool the idiots in this arena here tonight into buying into your mindless drivel about me, but son the day you fool me into doing so is the same day your future home come Sunday freezes over, hell that is if you're still competent enough to be following my "drift" at this point. Honestly Harry you can say whatever you'd like about how you think my past few years in XHF have been a "failure" or a "fraud" or whatever else may pop into your thick skull in the heat of the moment, but in truth, in TRUTH Harry you know that even after you pulled out that disgraceful victory over me for the Ultimate Title I DID go on regardless to achieve many more things that have added on to my collective legacy over the years. Harry you say I only use the name "legend" for gimmick purposes but as far as I'm concerned it's YOU the glorified Hardcore stuntman who may be using them for such purposes when it comes right down to it. Particularly Harry we differ because while I went on to achieve my second United States Championship and the second ever X*Crown Championship reign you choked up the Ultimate Title to that chump Millennium less than a month after you stole it off me, and from there after you'd lost MY title back to the man I did so much rid it from in the first place you went straight back downhill, you returned to your natural habitat of the lowly Hardcore division until eventually you managed to pull the same bullshit over on the X*Crown and XHF World Heavyweight Champions as you did to me the first time around by using dirty tactics learned from that putrid Hardcore division to get your grubby little paws back on top notch gold.
*Pause*
: And now, now after making such a pitiful joke of yourself over the years you expect to be taken seriously by me, you expect your words and accusations about ME to actually intimidate me the slightest bit after all you've done YOURSELF to show you're nothing but a crazed daredevil from the worthless, despicable Hardcore ranks of XHF? Harry day by day now you're doing nothing but making me sicker and sicker to my stomach over the hypocritical bullshit you're hellbent on spewing out, you're making me so sick infact that come this Sunday I've decided it's in the best interest of professional wrestling as a whole to exterminate what's left of your dignity forevermore, and no matter what the cost of that is I'm certainly willing to pay it. Ya see Harry the reason I challenged you last night to the clean, strictly one on one affair for Sunday is because I felt dare I say it a slight bit of sympathy for you after how badly you'd already been embarrassed and disfigured at my hands as it is on the 4th of July. But hell even after I try to show some fucking remorse to you by giving you the easier challenge for the broken down body you carry around you do nothing but toss it straight back in my face it appears. Pfft, you actually think you're impressing these fans and you and your oversized ego seem pleased to be "showing off" with this latest No Disqualification stipulation that's been put on the table, yet in something called REALITY all you're doing is digging an even deeper grave to be buried in soon enough when I get my hands back on that scrawny little neck of yours, a neck I'll soon have a firm grip on with nothing less in mind than strangling it non-stop until you cease to breathe any longer, until those gums of yours are no longer able to flap the way they have thus far...
*Just then a maniacal grin crosses the face of Rage in the midst of what he's saying, and his expressions shift from that of a serious nature to one of sadistic satisfaction towards what he's saying here tonight*
: But nonetheless I said that no matter the cost I'm willing to sacrifice it all in order to rid this business of you for good, so that's exactly the motto I intend to stick to all the way when it comes to taking it to the "Xtreme" as you've so brashly chosen to call me out on. Harry these fans all around me may not cheer me much anymore for my actions but you can bet your ass they'll be cheering even if only for a moment when they hear the two words coming out of my mouth in regards to making our match for Sunday be under No DQ rules...and those would be, You're On.
*And sure enough, the entire audience temporarily goes nuts for Rage's acceptance of the likely final stipulation to be added on to an already epic clash between he and Harold Campbell for this Sunday at the B-Day Show*
: Just remember though that after I show you up and make a fool of your ass for the second time in a week, after I've obliterated you in your own more Hardcore environment that it was not me but YOU who brought this on yourself. I was always the one here who wanted to do things the more professional way by settling our differences in the squared circle but you were the one who's chosen to kick things up a notch by bringing this "anything goes" set of conditions into the overall equation for Sunday. So in closing for the time being I leave you with this parting message that even if nothing else will hopefully sink into your head to a certain degree...Harry the truth that I always have been and always will be the better man amongst us no matter what the circumstances are, it's out there and Sunday at XHF's latest celebration of it's Birthdate there indeed won't be much to celebrate once I've introduced you to the truth up close and personal for the final time. Furthermore after I've extinguished what's left of your tragically useless career, even if it's the last thing I do I'll make sure you learn first hand JUST how much that same truth, can hurt for an overconfident asswipe like you who's in over their head.
*Thereafter Rage tosses aside his mic and as "Redneck" by Lamb of God starts back up on the PA he rolls out of the ring with a determined, fiercely focused and intense look like never before smeared directly across his face all the sudden. As Rage finishes exiting up the ramp and finally disappears through the curtain we experience a fade to black, and the road to Sunday's Birthday Show picks up even more steam in it's wake...*