Post by Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001) on Jan 30, 2018 3:20:09 GMT -5
*Fade In. The camera opens, showing what appears to initially be an outside shot of somewhere, and as the sun has now all but sunk completely into the depths of the horizon a variety of bright stars are seen to be becoming more and more visible above. Soon after, as the camera pans out further this very scene is recognized to be that of a pier, a pier at the edge of a large lake, most likely in the general area of St. Louis, Missouri which shall be serving as the site for the upcoming XHF Shockwave event. Momentarily, at zooming in upon a lone, looming figure who's caught from the corner of the camera's eye just now, we see this figure is none other than XHF Legend Rage himself yet again! Then, as the camera begins to approach the self-proclaimed "Bald-Headed Behemoth" who leans cockily over a rail at the pier's end, even more features are made out regarding him such as that no Torrie Wilson-Hicks is in sight and he wears a large black trenchcoat for the chilly night, a pair of faded blue jeans and an all-new "Closure Has Come..." tanktop underneath his coat. At finally noticing the camera's daunting presence as it halts just before him, Rage now indeed stands back up straight from his aforementioned leaning position and with great pride and enthusiasm in his battle-weary eyes he begins to speak....*
: *Ahem*, obstacles...
*Short pause, accompanied by the arrival of a huge smirk arriving across his face as he seems to realize the full meaning of his previous statement.*
: Haha, ya know it's funny, funny how at certain points in each of our lives there's undoubtedly that certain obstacle, that oh-so-overwhelming obstacle we'll stop at no ends to either overcome and triumph over, or grudgingly accept against your own will depending on whatever your personal case may be...And heh, come to think of it, well wouldn't ya know for a man known simply as Destruction to his legions, upon legions of misguided "fans" and "supporters" now is that certain grudge-filled occasion, that certain breaking point...Because now, now as a result of his own greedy and unrealistic desires this fellow Xtreme veteran of mine must either overcome two massive obstacles in his way, or else fall prey to in yours truly a force much, MUCH greater than as feeble a soul as he could ever hope to match wits with at this day in XHF age...
*Rage lets out another snicker, followed by beginning to literally stare a deep dark hole straight through the camera in a very "personal" fashion...*
: Destruction, or better yet for the full effect Charles ole' buddy ole' pal, Charles you and I we do go way way back, hell all the way back to even a time years ago when XHF was nothing more than a mere dream in the determined mind of one Mongo The Destroyer, a time in which you were emerging as the BDDWF's breakout young talent while I in my own right was emerging as the same for Mongo's upstart XHF invasion into the company. Oh yeah, way back then it was all about beginnings in the form of U.S. Titles, North American Titles, and even a combination of both every time you and I ended up in opposite corners of the ring from one another Charles...But Charles, even after all those good, and even quite bad times we shared together in and out of the squared circle, yes Charles even after all that something eventually changed about you, something I've been struggling to pinpoint every last time I've seen your face over the past year or so..And Charles, I do believe I've figured you out...
*Another quick pause.*
: You see, what's changed about you Charles is that no longer are you capable of actually doing the things you once did while in your original reign as XHF Champion, no no Charles all you do these days is just talk of those things, threaten of those things and just downright make a verbal fool of yourself over those things when it comes to facing off against me in any sort of one-on-one matchup...But Charles, as we both know your little saga of verbal defenses can damn sure only last so long my boy, infact two days from now that saga is gonna be shut down and wasted away for good inside that Steel Cage on XHF Shockwave, come this Wednesday I'm walking into that match the superior man of us both, and thus in the end after annihilating you like the filthy vermen you are I'll be walking out of that match in identical fashion, except from here on out you'll no longer be the same pain in the ass to me you have been all this time! Destruction, Wednesday night is gonna be a career-altering, life-altering event for each of us, this being because while I use this as my final opportunity to prove my worth to the upcoming Rumble field, you on the other hand shall end up using this match as your next-to-last chance to do one thing, and ONE thing only...CHOKE!
*Rage reaches up to scratch his goatee for a moment.*
: Ah, and speaking of "choking", Des, well you say for once on Shockwave you'll be "keeping all your promises" together in picking up a victory over me...Welllll, say whatever you wish sir but if as usual our little shindig last year at Night Of Champions II was any indication of what's really to come, heh, just beware then Charles and be extra careful what you wish for since there's one hell of a chance you won't be getting it, nor will you be receiving anything whatsoever but another first class ass-whipping to set you straight for good asswipe!
*Thereafter, Rage now stops again to now regain his complete composure and scan his entire surroundings of eerie proportions before continuing...*
: 'Eh, above all else though just now I'm sure you're just waiting, watching, and dying to know what sort of odd importance these of all things in a deserted pier, the loneliness of night setting in, and a body of water like this here lake could conceivably have, now aren't you? But Charles, to tell ya the honest to god's truth it's simple really, I mean if you look and for once in that thick old skull of yours think hard enough a minute, well then maybe you'd realize the great importance each of these things just happen have in regards to yourself right about now...'Cuz one, for the pier it symbolizes how for the next 6 days you'll literally be on edge as you teeter ever so close to the brink of extinction on my part, two the arrival of night this symbolizes your soon to be extinguished career by the end of this very week,...Hahaha, and Charles, for three the lake, this oh-so-beautifully glimmering lake symbolizes the hope, the anticipation, and the utter excitement you're currently feeling over believing to have yourself in the best position possible for a Rumble win....
*The "Revolutionary Redneck" stares thoughtfully up into the pitch black skies above while continuing on.*
: Yet, I can't help but wonder, hope, anticipate, and excite my own self over the fact that regardless of how much you want both these victories Charles, and regardless of how much you want it that I want it every bit as much! And Charles, so help me god if it takes it I WILL drain every ounce of blood out of you, I WILL torture you to no end, I WILL break every fucking bone in your body, and as it always is with those such as yourself who wait and struggle this long for you goals, I WILL, I SHALL prove that Ships, illustrious Ships such as the XHF Championship just damn well Don't..Come In...
*A final verbal stoppage.*
: Charles, Charles I'm by far no overrated, jacked-up bald-headed bitch like Goldberg for instance, but Charles by now you should know to believe the hype when I say something and when I commit myself to something as much as I have to taking you down for all-time this Wednesday night on XHF Shockwave...So yeah, run your little mouth, say your little piece all you wish my old friend, but come Wednesday there are dues, there are unreal amounts of hell to be paid and in order to make sure your ass makes a payment in full I suppose I'll just have to make extra, extra sure that for Closure...Has Come...So, Goodnight for now Charles, and, El-Destructo, until we meet again, good riddance, courtesy of The One, The Only...THE RAGE!
*And at this, Rage adjusts the trenchcoat a bit to tighten it around his neck in the frigid nighttime temperatures, and as he then begins to set off without another solitary word back down the pier the XHF world if left to much like Des himself wait, wonder, and trying to make sense of what's possibly to come next...Fade To Black.*
: *Ahem*, obstacles...
*Short pause, accompanied by the arrival of a huge smirk arriving across his face as he seems to realize the full meaning of his previous statement.*
: Haha, ya know it's funny, funny how at certain points in each of our lives there's undoubtedly that certain obstacle, that oh-so-overwhelming obstacle we'll stop at no ends to either overcome and triumph over, or grudgingly accept against your own will depending on whatever your personal case may be...And heh, come to think of it, well wouldn't ya know for a man known simply as Destruction to his legions, upon legions of misguided "fans" and "supporters" now is that certain grudge-filled occasion, that certain breaking point...Because now, now as a result of his own greedy and unrealistic desires this fellow Xtreme veteran of mine must either overcome two massive obstacles in his way, or else fall prey to in yours truly a force much, MUCH greater than as feeble a soul as he could ever hope to match wits with at this day in XHF age...
*Rage lets out another snicker, followed by beginning to literally stare a deep dark hole straight through the camera in a very "personal" fashion...*
: Destruction, or better yet for the full effect Charles ole' buddy ole' pal, Charles you and I we do go way way back, hell all the way back to even a time years ago when XHF was nothing more than a mere dream in the determined mind of one Mongo The Destroyer, a time in which you were emerging as the BDDWF's breakout young talent while I in my own right was emerging as the same for Mongo's upstart XHF invasion into the company. Oh yeah, way back then it was all about beginnings in the form of U.S. Titles, North American Titles, and even a combination of both every time you and I ended up in opposite corners of the ring from one another Charles...But Charles, even after all those good, and even quite bad times we shared together in and out of the squared circle, yes Charles even after all that something eventually changed about you, something I've been struggling to pinpoint every last time I've seen your face over the past year or so..And Charles, I do believe I've figured you out...
*Another quick pause.*
: You see, what's changed about you Charles is that no longer are you capable of actually doing the things you once did while in your original reign as XHF Champion, no no Charles all you do these days is just talk of those things, threaten of those things and just downright make a verbal fool of yourself over those things when it comes to facing off against me in any sort of one-on-one matchup...But Charles, as we both know your little saga of verbal defenses can damn sure only last so long my boy, infact two days from now that saga is gonna be shut down and wasted away for good inside that Steel Cage on XHF Shockwave, come this Wednesday I'm walking into that match the superior man of us both, and thus in the end after annihilating you like the filthy vermen you are I'll be walking out of that match in identical fashion, except from here on out you'll no longer be the same pain in the ass to me you have been all this time! Destruction, Wednesday night is gonna be a career-altering, life-altering event for each of us, this being because while I use this as my final opportunity to prove my worth to the upcoming Rumble field, you on the other hand shall end up using this match as your next-to-last chance to do one thing, and ONE thing only...CHOKE!
*Rage reaches up to scratch his goatee for a moment.*
: Ah, and speaking of "choking", Des, well you say for once on Shockwave you'll be "keeping all your promises" together in picking up a victory over me...Welllll, say whatever you wish sir but if as usual our little shindig last year at Night Of Champions II was any indication of what's really to come, heh, just beware then Charles and be extra careful what you wish for since there's one hell of a chance you won't be getting it, nor will you be receiving anything whatsoever but another first class ass-whipping to set you straight for good asswipe!
*Thereafter, Rage now stops again to now regain his complete composure and scan his entire surroundings of eerie proportions before continuing...*
: 'Eh, above all else though just now I'm sure you're just waiting, watching, and dying to know what sort of odd importance these of all things in a deserted pier, the loneliness of night setting in, and a body of water like this here lake could conceivably have, now aren't you? But Charles, to tell ya the honest to god's truth it's simple really, I mean if you look and for once in that thick old skull of yours think hard enough a minute, well then maybe you'd realize the great importance each of these things just happen have in regards to yourself right about now...'Cuz one, for the pier it symbolizes how for the next 6 days you'll literally be on edge as you teeter ever so close to the brink of extinction on my part, two the arrival of night this symbolizes your soon to be extinguished career by the end of this very week,...Hahaha, and Charles, for three the lake, this oh-so-beautifully glimmering lake symbolizes the hope, the anticipation, and the utter excitement you're currently feeling over believing to have yourself in the best position possible for a Rumble win....
*The "Revolutionary Redneck" stares thoughtfully up into the pitch black skies above while continuing on.*
: Yet, I can't help but wonder, hope, anticipate, and excite my own self over the fact that regardless of how much you want both these victories Charles, and regardless of how much you want it that I want it every bit as much! And Charles, so help me god if it takes it I WILL drain every ounce of blood out of you, I WILL torture you to no end, I WILL break every fucking bone in your body, and as it always is with those such as yourself who wait and struggle this long for you goals, I WILL, I SHALL prove that Ships, illustrious Ships such as the XHF Championship just damn well Don't..Come In...
*A final verbal stoppage.*
: Charles, Charles I'm by far no overrated, jacked-up bald-headed bitch like Goldberg for instance, but Charles by now you should know to believe the hype when I say something and when I commit myself to something as much as I have to taking you down for all-time this Wednesday night on XHF Shockwave...So yeah, run your little mouth, say your little piece all you wish my old friend, but come Wednesday there are dues, there are unreal amounts of hell to be paid and in order to make sure your ass makes a payment in full I suppose I'll just have to make extra, extra sure that for Closure...Has Come...So, Goodnight for now Charles, and, El-Destructo, until we meet again, good riddance, courtesy of The One, The Only...THE RAGE!
*And at this, Rage adjusts the trenchcoat a bit to tighten it around his neck in the frigid nighttime temperatures, and as he then begins to set off without another solitary word back down the pier the XHF world if left to much like Des himself wait, wonder, and trying to make sense of what's possibly to come next...Fade To Black.*