Monster [December 22, 2004]

[Dave D-Flipz]

Monster A Death Trap RP

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HEY! . . . . . HEY! . . . . .

The lights go black and blue and red strobes circle the arena. The speakers blast DT yelling, Youve Stepped Into Your Own Death Trap! The Xtremetron flashes: Obey the Master! The opening riffs of "Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive blare through the speakers. The tron shows segments of assorted match clips with DT hitting the One of a Kind on various foes.

Hey! Nothing you can say (say), nothing's gonna change what youve done to me.
Now it's time to shine (shine), Im gonna take what's mine!
Take what's mine...

Death Trap steps out onto the ramp in his Death Trap Obey the Master of Puppets shirt, a necklace, trademark black bowl cap, and black shades. He has on his blue and red striped leather pants, black boots, and black grapple gloves. He steps to the center of the ramp with his head down. He removes the shirt and shades and replaces the hat on his head before looking up. He lifts his arms in a cross setting off a pyrotechnic explosion. He walks to the crowd and stretches on the barricade as the song rings out.

Hey! Nothing you can say (say), nothing's gonna change what you done to me.
Now it's time to shine (shine), Im gonna take what's mine!
You're gonna burn in my light.
They tried to run to find out, but no one cared.
Inside your house all alone, you understand.

The tron shows in big bold green letters "Final Judgment will be passed!" then clicks to clips of the X*Crown title match ending in the Final Judgment and DT raising the belt over his head. The lights brighten. He walks to the ring and takes off the hat. He slides into the ring and leaps to the middle rope. He then gives the Final Judgment sign and sets off one final pyrotechnic eruption. He leaps to the center of the ring looking out at the crowd as the tron flashes his picture.

He grabs a mic and begins to speak*

: Now it's time to be serious people. You see I have a big match Wednesday, but it is nothing like the hellacious Main Event for XXX. My second consecutive time in an AC XXX ME match. This time I plan to walk out as the XHF Champion. I plan to hold the belt high and show it off as my own for the first time in my career. This one belt is the one thing standing between me and my being able to say I've been the best in every fed I've set my foot in. You see a legacy goes with my name. The legacy of success. I am a success in that ring. I am a legend. It is no fluke that I have risen to the top. It has happpened everywhere I have gone. I am a born champion. And going into this AC match, I am not worried. Not only do I have the experience, but I also have the will, the power, the ability, and the sheer need for that title. I will not be denied again. That title WILL be mine no matter the cost. I don't care if not a single one of those other seven men make it out of that cell alive. I don't care if I can't walk for a week afterwards. I don't care if it takes me out of it for a month like last time. I will win. I will continue on no matter what. I will NOT let myself give up, broken legs, broken arms, injured neck, broken ribs, cracked skull, internal injuries, MEAN NOTHING. I will feel no pain in that ring. I will come out of it on top. I don't care if I fall victim to every man's finisher, I will NOT be pinned. I will NOT tap out. I will come out on top. I will break everyone. I will somehow find a way to fight off the pain and put out all of them. I will have that title. Which leads me to my competition. I think the best place to start is with the one man who nobody fears in this match. The one man who is out of place here. He is the only man that is a servant to another. I am of course talking about Mr. X.

*boos*

: Yea I know we all hate him! The man everyone says is a monster. I see nothing monstrous about this man. The way I see it he is just a big target. Let's take a look at the man behind the . . . ugly. We all remember way back when Mr. X first broke into this business. Yea we all know how he got his name too. You see this big, ugly, brute walked into the office. Mongo freaked out and tossed a mask at him and forced him to wear it. Mongo saw the pure size of this pathetic excuse of a man. Mongo offered the ugly bitch a contract. However the man was too stupid to remember his own name. Hence he signed with a huge X. Mongo being a loser as well, told him, X wow, weird name. Let's give you the title MISTER X! And so Mr. X was born off sheer stupidity. Yea it sounds like something off a Marvel Comic but it's true. Mr. X was the product of not remembering his own name. Hell even the fool Slain remembers his own name. X however couldn't. So Mongo says, hey, I don't know how talented you are but let's use your pure size and ugly face to scare people and make you my bodyguard so I can be safe while eating my Whoppers and having quintuple bypass surgery! Mr. X jumped at the opportunity and was forever sucked into the misguided, pathetic, sorry excuse of a faction known as Mongo Corp. after the fat owner of the company. That is practically the backstory of one of the biggest, ugliest losers ever to disgrace the XHF by stepping in a ring.

*cheers*

: Mr. X, let's face it. You have never been anything more than a hardcore wrestler. You will never be more than a hardcore wrestler. You have never done anything to step out of Mongo's quadruple Xtra Large shadow. You never will step out of his shadow. Don't think he won't be the first one to take you out in this match when it comes down to who he wants to fight. He'd much rather face a Doc or Venom where his size is a factor then you. You think he is your omnipotent leader but he is really nothing. And yet you fail to do anything to make an impact, anything to step out of the shadow and be yourself. Why? Because singles matches, gimmicky matches, any belt match, is beyond your abilities. Yeah that's right. You are nothing but a hardcore fighter. You based your career off of scaring people with your size and blatant violence. You were a one hit wonder. Grab a chair, grab a hammer, grab a coffee machine, grab a chain, grab a stop sign, beat people down, make them think you actually beat them on talent. But I saw through your gimmicks. I saw through you. I see you for what you are. You were never the power, the brains, the threat. The weapons WERE you. You are nothing but a hollow shell of a man in a world of dominant men where all you can do is stand on the sides as the "next best" never the hero, never the villain, only the extra who dies in the third issue! If the world were a comic book, you'd be the random enemy, like the Scarecrow in Batman, or Hammerhead in Spiderman, nothing but a sidebar character with no real talent to stand out, just a cheap clone of another character, just a foe meant to be killed off on the way to the Carnages, the Penguins, the Jokers, the Doc Ocks. You are the epitome of mediocrity. You can do nothing to stand out. You can never seem to win a big match, a title match. You can never seem to accomplish anything big? Did you ever wonder why? It is because you are not what you claim to be. You are no big villian, no big brute who is dominant in ring. You are NO Death Trap, with talent out the ying yang and the looks and success to go with it. No I'd say you were dealt the Coke hand in the game of setback we call life. You were dealt low cards with no chance of winning and no trump. You were born on the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, you fell into a mangler and became a deformed, oversized trash heap. Then someone decided to package you up and use the snazzy wrapping to make you out to be a big man. But you are a panzy, a pathetic last breath, nothing but famous last words. How can you hope to survive in a match among men when you can't even find your own identity!

*cheers*

: Mr. X let's look at facts. You want to come off as a bad guy, telling me I'm nothing, I'm hurt. Let me ask you something Mr. X. Has being hurt ever stopped me before? No! Will it stop me now? No. My neck feels as good as ever. My abilities are exactly what they were the last time I took down the countless foes who challenged me. I'm back in that place X. I'm the one who is the monster in this match. Not you, not Mongo's fat lard filled carcass, not Reeshi and his sledgehammer, not Doc and his deadness, not Venom and his mouth, not Spencer and his Singapore Cane, and sure as hell not this Scorpion wanna be with his bat and fear of being revealed! I am the monster. I am the savage, and I am the true champion. I am the one the fans will root for. I am the one who will be cheered with every body I break in my onslaught. I am the MASTER OF PUPPETS! Like it or not, you are a puppet. If not to me, then to Mongo. But Mongo is my puppet as well. I am the one at the controls dictating every bit of this ongoing feud. I am the one who has been robbed of my belt on three occasions! In 4 matches for the title, I was screwed over three times. And the fourth time I was taken out not by a man, not by a match, but by two giants and a fall from a greenhouse. And that still only took me for a three count where the one pinfall wouldn't matter. This is the true test of ability. To take down SEVEN men to be able to pin one without another saving him. I will not let what happened in the last Complex repeat itself. I will not allow someone else to reap the benefits of my kills. To get to that carcass they WILL have to go through me. And that will never happen. I am the monster. Not you.

*he breathes hard a second then slows. He puts on a calmer face then continues*

: Mr. X let's look at the word. You want to be considered a monster? You are a deformed wreck, I'll give you that. Your power is imaginary, ok that's kind of right. One whose power and size inspires fear, abnormally large . . . hmm herein lies the problem. You are no centaur or minotaur or harpy. You are no giant. Your power is nothing to inspire fear. I'm sorry but I don't find you scary, frightening, or as a threat. All I see is a shell. A hollowbody if you will. You see X your size is nothing out of the ordinary anymore. Reeshi and Mongo are both bigger than you, and I beat both of them without a problem just recently. You are nothing Mr. X. And now you step into my domain. The domain with no escape. Over 30 tons of steel, a huge fighting area, with no way to escape. No way to get out of the walls. No way to be free from the punishment I will deliver. I will reak havoc on all who get in my way. You see Mr. X, you are big, but I am One of a Kind. I am the one man who can say I put Reeshi out with internal injuries TWICE! I am the one who can say I have earned my way to the match. Not a single one of you save Venom as champ and maybe Spencer deserve the title. And I am the one who will take control and deliver you all. You see Final Judgment approaches, and I will be the one to spring you in my death trap.

*cheers*

: Mr. X you may like to play with the themes of darkness, fire and monsters. But you know what, there is one thing that in ALL old stories and aspects a monster and darkness can NEVER defeat. Light. I am the light. I am the power, the essence and embodiment of the end of you all. I am the glowing beacon of hope for all those who desire to succeed. I am the lantern to break through the dark. I will not, CAN NOT lose because I refuse to allow anyone in this match to say they hold a victory over me and not the other way around. You see only one man has done that and I will exact my revenge on Ishnari someday. But for now I will settle for monster destroyer. You see I am a monster in the aspect of my power. But you 7, are "monsters". Mr. X, the so called Mongo Corp monster, Mongo with his monstrous size and girth, "Scorpion" with his monster like fear of the light and being revealed and his will to destroy, Reeshi by his insanity and pure hatred of all beings and desire to end life, Doc by being dead, Spencer with his monstrous desire to overcome the odds and FINALLY claim the title, and Venom with his monstrous mouth and ego. All of you will fall to the master. You will bow to me in my presence. I will not only bring the judgment, I will bring the light to vanquish your darkness. And you will see Mr. X just what it means to be destroyed. Be ready Mr. X because come Sunday . . . you will . . . Burn . . .

*cheers*

: In ... My ... Light! *he pauses dramatically between words as lights activate all around.* Burn Mr. X, burn in your hate, burn in your desire, burn in your lust, and burn in my light!

*Death Trap grabs his stuff and dresses up again. He raises his arms in a cross as the chorus of Burn In My Light hits. The tron flashes Cut the Strings then changes to clips from the extreme matches Death Trap has been in including the Annihilation Complex, the Death Trap Casket, the ECF Doomsday Cage, the baseball match, the brick house match, the greenhouse match and a few others. Pyros go off. He walks to the crowd and flips off some fans. He gives the Final Judgment sign setting more pyros off. At the top of the ramp he raises his arms into a cross as he exits. *