Post by Corey Black on Aug 15, 2020 13:45:00 GMT -5
"Welcome to the main event, fuccbois."
We open with Corey Black sneering into the camera. Behind him is a large tank of water.
"We gave you the chance to choose anyone, Blade. Any soul on the roster to challenge us. And you chose the man that was stomping your brains in. Frank and I saw this disgusting display and we bolted into action. We gave you a gift and you looked us dead in the eye and spat. After calling us out, saying what you wanted was a shot at our Tag Team Titles.. you pull this stunt."
Corey looks down, not amused. His eyes dart back up.
"Eight months now you've been asking for a chance at these titles Frank and I hold. Since before we even won them, John. And this whole time you haven't had even a resemblance of a tag team partner. There isn't a warm body in the back that would willingly hitch their name to yours since Latoya went the way of Jaice Wilds, so when we asked you if you'd like a chance - I didn't expect you'd choose Apokalypse. It isn't that he's not huge, intimidating and hellbent on destruction.
It's that Frank and I send his ass packing from the ring with the greatest of ease.
Barely broke a sweat shooting that big goof to the floor and back up the ramp.
That tells me you truly are confident in your own skills, John, and that's what I saw in you for months anyway. No fear, you are out there week in and week out getting better, showing the world that John Blade is THE premier name in Alpha Wrestling!
On the preshow.
This is a whole different animal, boy. You're in the main event, you have a shot at Alpha gold and you are fighting two of the best that have EVER done it. And I just so happen to be pissed off enough at the world to not give a shit what kind of charity case this ended up being, I hope you enjoy your time in the ring with actual royalty and take some notes. Note when I shove my elbow through your face and make you taste the back of your neck.
I want some, Blade. I want all of it. Show up and somehow coexist with your partner long enough to not get eaten alive again. Try to survive in the ring with sharks. You're chum."
Behind Corey, a bucket of bloody chum is dropped into the water tank and a large shark slowly swims by, stalking the meal.
"The biggest predator in the water. Powerful bite, destructive teeth - but stupid as hell."
The shark goes to bite the chum but it is blocked by what looks like a clear barrier of some kind. The teeth of the beast wrap around the chum and just can't get there.
"Even with the prize right in front of it, this shark knows nothing but forward movement and hate."
Two piranha approach, they bonk off the clear tube but swim lateral, to the opening at the top. They swim in and munch on the chum. Corey turns back to the camera as the shark almost gnaws on the tube trying to get the meal inside.
"What happens when a shark can't get what he wants? He big boots a ref and gets himself disqualified. How pathetic. I've lived most of the last year of my life fighting men in matches without rules, matches with six opponents, three, four, and ever once have I had to resort to attacking an official to try to save face.
You're an embarrassment, Apokalypse, a bottom-feeder that should live your life eternally at the floor of the ocean skimming scum off the sandbar. You're big, you're mean and you're vulgar - but now you're fighting for something. You're not on the preshow fighting John Blade, you're looking Man Made Gods in the eye and vying for the most prestigious belts in all of wrestling at this moment in time.
You're not up for the challenge.
You'll be lucky to survive.
Coward.
I'm not sure you even know how to pay attention, but the Man Made Gods aren't fucking around. We came here to fight as a team and by goddamn George we're doing it, any and all who stand in our way have fallen like dominoes. Undefeated record in Alpha Pro, Apokalypse, including a non-title match with our World Champion. I didn't forget, he hasn't forgot. You best be ready to have your entire fucking life flash before your eyes.
You're not too big to get dropped on your head.
Some big beast that yearns for blood, came up in the puro-deathmatch scene - and is named fuckin' Kevin. Yeah, I'd by Apokalypse too, shitty spelling and all. Keep on destroying yourself in deathmatch tournaments in run down companies, I mean asylums, whatever. You don't belong at the top with the Man Made Gods. You don't deserve this match, you should thank John Blade with a nice steak and firm handshake. But you won't, you don't care for anything. You don't even care for your own reputation. No shitty jokes, no play on words, just mid-2000s murking a fucking clown that thinks he is something that he isn't.
You're a fuckin' hack, Apok, the only way this works and I can assure your destruction is to call for this match to be no disqualification.
Also let's make sure we have six refs on standby because this idiot is going to try to get out of taking the Burning Hammer every chance he gets.
It's inevitable."
The shark behind Corey swims off, dejected at not getting any of the chum. The two smaller fish eat away, they aren't going to be hungry. Corey smiles, turns and walks away from the tank as the camera zooms out, showing the scale of the facility he is in. It's insane, tubes and tanks everywhere, studying a bunch of different aquatic beasts.
We open with Corey Black sneering into the camera. Behind him is a large tank of water.
"We gave you the chance to choose anyone, Blade. Any soul on the roster to challenge us. And you chose the man that was stomping your brains in. Frank and I saw this disgusting display and we bolted into action. We gave you a gift and you looked us dead in the eye and spat. After calling us out, saying what you wanted was a shot at our Tag Team Titles.. you pull this stunt."
Corey looks down, not amused. His eyes dart back up.
"Eight months now you've been asking for a chance at these titles Frank and I hold. Since before we even won them, John. And this whole time you haven't had even a resemblance of a tag team partner. There isn't a warm body in the back that would willingly hitch their name to yours since Latoya went the way of Jaice Wilds, so when we asked you if you'd like a chance - I didn't expect you'd choose Apokalypse. It isn't that he's not huge, intimidating and hellbent on destruction.
It's that Frank and I send his ass packing from the ring with the greatest of ease.
Barely broke a sweat shooting that big goof to the floor and back up the ramp.
That tells me you truly are confident in your own skills, John, and that's what I saw in you for months anyway. No fear, you are out there week in and week out getting better, showing the world that John Blade is THE premier name in Alpha Wrestling!
On the preshow.
This is a whole different animal, boy. You're in the main event, you have a shot at Alpha gold and you are fighting two of the best that have EVER done it. And I just so happen to be pissed off enough at the world to not give a shit what kind of charity case this ended up being, I hope you enjoy your time in the ring with actual royalty and take some notes. Note when I shove my elbow through your face and make you taste the back of your neck.
I want some, Blade. I want all of it. Show up and somehow coexist with your partner long enough to not get eaten alive again. Try to survive in the ring with sharks. You're chum."
Behind Corey, a bucket of bloody chum is dropped into the water tank and a large shark slowly swims by, stalking the meal.
"The biggest predator in the water. Powerful bite, destructive teeth - but stupid as hell."
The shark goes to bite the chum but it is blocked by what looks like a clear barrier of some kind. The teeth of the beast wrap around the chum and just can't get there.
"Even with the prize right in front of it, this shark knows nothing but forward movement and hate."
Two piranha approach, they bonk off the clear tube but swim lateral, to the opening at the top. They swim in and munch on the chum. Corey turns back to the camera as the shark almost gnaws on the tube trying to get the meal inside.
"What happens when a shark can't get what he wants? He big boots a ref and gets himself disqualified. How pathetic. I've lived most of the last year of my life fighting men in matches without rules, matches with six opponents, three, four, and ever once have I had to resort to attacking an official to try to save face.
You're an embarrassment, Apokalypse, a bottom-feeder that should live your life eternally at the floor of the ocean skimming scum off the sandbar. You're big, you're mean and you're vulgar - but now you're fighting for something. You're not on the preshow fighting John Blade, you're looking Man Made Gods in the eye and vying for the most prestigious belts in all of wrestling at this moment in time.
You're not up for the challenge.
You'll be lucky to survive.
Coward.
I'm not sure you even know how to pay attention, but the Man Made Gods aren't fucking around. We came here to fight as a team and by goddamn George we're doing it, any and all who stand in our way have fallen like dominoes. Undefeated record in Alpha Pro, Apokalypse, including a non-title match with our World Champion. I didn't forget, he hasn't forgot. You best be ready to have your entire fucking life flash before your eyes.
You're not too big to get dropped on your head.
Some big beast that yearns for blood, came up in the puro-deathmatch scene - and is named fuckin' Kevin. Yeah, I'd by Apokalypse too, shitty spelling and all. Keep on destroying yourself in deathmatch tournaments in run down companies, I mean asylums, whatever. You don't belong at the top with the Man Made Gods. You don't deserve this match, you should thank John Blade with a nice steak and firm handshake. But you won't, you don't care for anything. You don't even care for your own reputation. No shitty jokes, no play on words, just mid-2000s murking a fucking clown that thinks he is something that he isn't.
You're a fuckin' hack, Apok, the only way this works and I can assure your destruction is to call for this match to be no disqualification.
Also let's make sure we have six refs on standby because this idiot is going to try to get out of taking the Burning Hammer every chance he gets.
It's inevitable."
The shark behind Corey swims off, dejected at not getting any of the chum. The two smaller fish eat away, they aren't going to be hungry. Corey smiles, turns and walks away from the tank as the camera zooms out, showing the scale of the facility he is in. It's insane, tubes and tanks everywhere, studying a bunch of different aquatic beasts.
