Post by djf on Aug 2, 2020 3:12:11 GMT -5
DEVASTATION OF APOKALYPSE
Dakota Joseph Franco is in Fargo, North Dakota in some dark; dank abandoned, almost condemned warehouse. What looked like some packing warehouse, from several years ago. The Lost Soul is pacing back and forth fiercely. DJ is in a rage; a non medicated rage. Dakota is highly functioning despite having Autism. Franco can be functioning as long as he goes to physical therapy, takes his medication and goes to psychological therapy. But, recently he hasn't done any of those three. Dakota had been putting the importance of the defending the Cruiserweight Tag Titles along with Alex Scott over the importance of his OWN health. But, now, being no longer Cruiser Tag Team Champions and without any of the therapies and medications, as of late, that might explain the bizarre behavior of late. DJ continues to watch the promo from Apokalypse. Every now and then, Dakota Joseph punches a near by concrete wall. Blood, slowly trickles down the knuckles of the right hand. Every time Dakota hears Apokalypse says his name wrong, The Lost Soul punches the concrete wall again. More blood trickles down the hand. DJF acts if he has no shits to give, concerning... towards Apokalypse's complete asshole attitude.
DJF: Fucking asshole!!
Dakota sits down, with a cold stare. Slowly begin to rock back and forth. reciting a basic dark nursery rhyme...
DJF: I BURIED MY WORRIES... BELOW THE COLD EARTH. HOPING THEY WOULD NOT RISE UP TO HAUNT ME. BUT, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THEY FOUND ME IN MY BED, DRAGGING ME TO THE DARK PLACE UNDERNEATH THE WORLD. WHERE THE DREAMS CAN'T SPEAK AND DEMONS TAUNT, AS THEY PLAY TWISTED GAMES WITH MY SOUL.
DJ watches film from Monday Night Metal....
Apokalypse gets the better of Spartan and clubs him repeatedly. He then backs up and goes for a big boot. Spartan ducks and hits the ropes… and then…
Remi: SPEEEEEEEARRRRR!!!
Clearwater: You know what's next!
Apokalypse is slow to get to his feet as Spartan pumps his fists. Spartan scoops him up and delivers a devastating...
Remi: REVOLUUUUUTIONIZERRRR!!!
The crowd goes next level bonkers as Spartan hits his finishing maneuver and then poses for the crowd.
Clearwater: It wasn't the way Spartan likes to win a match… but a win is a win is a win!
Remi: You've got that right.
Spartan continues to celebrate.
Remi: What an exciting night of Metal tonight was!
Clearwater: Exciting? It started off with announcing a wrestler's death!
Remi: How can you kill what's already dead?
Clearwater: That's not exactly...
Remi: WHAT THE HELL?!
The lights come back on suddenly. Both Apokalypse and Spartan are nowhere to be seen. There is an eerie mood in the arena as the episode fades to black.
DJF: WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL?! That was truly bizarre on the creepy side!! The little hairs, on the back on my neck, just stood on end. NOT COOL!! NOT COOL AT ALL!! The experience itself!! Not Apokalypse!! Just by looking at him, snarlin' and twitchin', you'd swear he's a meth head whose greedy
need for an extra kick. Always goes for the exaggerated, over the top experience. Look at his eyes. His facial expressions!! He is dabbing into a combination of kitty litter, lighter fluid, latex paint and turpentine. Apokalypse is a damn tweeker!! Of course, Apok rages... HE IS GOING THROUGH A CRACK RAGE!! EVERYONE knows, once his supply dwindles, big boy has to do despicable things... HORRIBLE THINGS just to get his next fix!! That HORRIBLE rage!! Such rage, Apokalypse!! Mixing toxic drugs with such manic behavior. ZOOM-ZOOM-ZOOMING... ALL THE DAMN TIME!! DIESEL POWER!! You're going to end up burning out!!
The Lost Soul at the same time, seems to be stewing about an individual that he hasn't been dealing with, that he should of been dealing with. DJ watches Vonn Richter take on the APW World Champion Zaigon Carter.
DJF: What a jackass, Richter is!! You actually thought you had the champ under wraps?! That was until America Jackson came down the ramp, distracting your dumb ass and the champ rolling you up, from behind, pinning you!! The funniest thing was, during the surprise pin attempt, Zaigon Carter had a fistful of tights!! EXCELLENT!! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET VONN RICHTER!!
An aggressive full front profile, of Apokalypse, is presented.
DJF: Look at him!! Seriously, really look at him!! Apokalypse is an one dimensional bore blunder. Yes. Sure. You have power. *YAWN* And what else? While myself, who is multi-dimensional, will be flying all over the place, striking you down. You might be the larger competitor, but it will take several kicks; hits to those tree trunks of those legs of yours. YOU WILL GO DOWN!! Once you go down, inch by inch. Bit by bit... you will be torn apart. Joints, ligaments and tendons will be stretched. Your wrists, elbows, knees and ankles will be twisted, after being stomped on. Your fingers will be stretched, almost snapping. You might be larger, but I guarantee, once you're down on that mat, your power won't mean shit!! For a faux monster, like yourself, when your arms begin to detach, from your shoulders. After working over on your legs and knees, you will have a hard time standing. So, going forward... this nerd will be striking you; kicking your ass to the point, I will have you down to the mat. Working, using submission maneuvers to the point where you will have difficulties walking. With arm submissions, you'll end up not having the ability to grab me. You surely Hell, won't be able to pick me up.
DJF is walking around in the abandoned warehouse looking at the enlarged, poster sized information on Apokalypse, that Dakota posted up, at random points in the warehouse....
Character Name: Apokalypse
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 275 lbs.
In-Ring Style: brawler / hardcore / power
DJF: What THIS information shows me, is that Apokalypse IS tall AND big, uses power, brawling and hardcore in-ring style. Now, we can SOMEWHAT eliminate the hardcore style, during a standard match, in which myself will take on Apokalypse. Yes, it's true. This monster IS nine inches taller and is ninety pounds heavier. But, all those physical attributes, won't matter, doesn't matter when two hundred and seventy five pounds has gotten beaten down to his knees, to where I... CAN FINISH CHOPPING DOWN THE REDWOOD!!
Franco see more information, on Apokalypse, hanging around...
Favorite Moves:
Big Boot
Chokeslam (also reverse)
Fallaway Slam (also from middle rope)
Giant Swing
Iron Claw Hoold
Mandible Claw
Multiple Powerslam Variations
Pumphandle Slam
Sitout Powerbomb
Spinebuster
Signature Moves:
Ozone Drop (fireman's carry facebuster)
Trainwreck (running low-angle shoulder block to oncoming opponent)
Signature Slam (sitout full nelson slam)
Finishers:
Apokalypse Now (Kneeling Iconoclasm)
The Final Slumbar (bararm sleeper)
Darkness Falls (scoop snap inverted ddt)
DJF: I'm looking at your move set here. The first thing I see here, that caught my eye, is the very interesting move you call, The Iron Claw Hoold. It's not just an ordinary iron claw, is it? Oh no. You called it... THE IRON CLAW HOOLD. Where did you learn that move? From a gray haired prostitute, that happens to have a good grip? After that, you want to put your fingers in people's mouths? What kind of fetish do you have?! You call it a Mandible Claw. Big bitch like yourself, put fingers in another man's warm mouth, twirling your finger around. You tug on your own ear, aggressively scream out loud. There's one move I won't let you put on me... THE FINAL SLUMBAR!! You're not putting me in a sleeper, then I wake up and you're reenacting some shower rape scene. I... DON'T... THINK... SO!!!
DJF walks away from the information and decides to do an activity that goes beyond his normal routine. Pushes what he considers "normal"...
DJF: APOKALYPSE!! I'm going to look you in the eyes without fear!! You don't scare me!! I have no fear for you!! But, once I break you down and every fiber in your being starts to feel pain... YOU WILL START TO FEAR ME!! Quickly as it starts and quickly before you realize it, a smaller man... A MAN YOU CALLED, OF ALL THINGS... A NERD. Just shocked APW and WHOOPED... YOUR... ASS!!! Just remember, bad asses, come in smaller sizes!!
Dakota proceeds to rip down the full length poster of Apokalypse, proceeding to lighting it on fire. After watching it for several seconds, then getting really excited due to over stimulation. DJ proceeds to put out the fire of the poster, by pissing it out, while laughing his ass off.
DJF: F*CK YOU APOKALYPSE!! YOU'RE GOOD AS DEAD!!
Dakota proceeds to flip "the bird".
