Post by Freakke on Jun 25, 2010 11:22:56 GMT -6
Freakke was sitting in the darkenss of the boiler room. He had himself pressed in between two machines. He sat out of sight of the door, hoping not to be found. A week prior, he had been kidnapped and assaulted by Magically Delicious and ever since they hadn't let him alone. Today he had escaped them and found the one place they hadn't looked for him. Freakke looked up and smiled. There was peace in this tiny room. At least for now.
"I suppose it would a great idea to try and do my promo now while I have the privacy and those morons don't know where I am. So, while your stuck over there and I'm stuck over here, let's get this over with."
Freakke sat back and crossed his arms and legs.
"Since winning this title I have yet to show reason why I am X-Division Champion. I have failed to show this company a new era of X-Division entertainment. I have failed you, the cretins. Yet, I still have this gold. I still have a chance to redeem myself and my goals. I still have the chance to make my era one that is stronger than anyone could ever dream. I still have the opportunity to outlast in the long run."
Freakke glared at the camera and smiled. Despite the heat and steam, his face paint stayed in tact.
"I still have the chance and I intend to take it. Sunday at Collision I go against Tempestad and Destructor alongside Seth Evans. Now, before we get on with my opponents, I have some things to say about my partner. Once upon a time, Seth and I stepped in the ring and I will admit, he beat me. Seth Evans pinned the Clown. Again, Seth and I stepped in the ring in a handicap match against each other and I could have destroyed him then and there, but I left the ring after turning on my own partner for his incompetence. I stepped out in disgust at my own partner who couldn't even manage to beat an already beaten man. I handed Seth that match on a silver platter. I am willing to let the past be set aside for the moment. Now, we share the same corner and I know Seth can do the job. We may have been on opposite sides before but I saw that he knows what he's doing. Seth Evans is no Jason Blair, nor do I believe I will have to treat him accordingly. Seth Evans is an infinite improvement over Jason Blair. I have every confidence that he and I can get the job done. If Seth can be civil during the match, we'll put our opponents down in quickly. The question is will we ant to do it quickly, or will we want to use unnecessary force? Seth, just remember one thing though. When this is all said and done, you had better watch out. I know that your after my gold too. After we're done with Tempestad and Destructor, your next."
The door opened and Freakke froze. Mr. Happy looked in and around for a few seconds and then closed the door. Freakke eased up and sighed.
"God...what have I done to deserve this crap?...Oh yeah, all the blasphemy and burning the X-Division belt and all the violence and what not..."
Freakke paused a moment and then sat forward.
"Now, our opponents this week are the luchadore called Tempestad and the condom known as Destructor. I've fought Destructor recently and I admit it was not my most admirable performance. I recollect less of Tempestad. They are new to each other's styles and mannerisms. They won't mesh in the beginning. Not well anyhow. I believe this is a key flaw that can be exploited by myself and my partner Seth Evans. We may not have been a team but we saw and reacted to each other's styles and techniques enough to know how to use each other's talents effectively. If nothing else I believe this gives an edge in a very close match up. I may scoff at the two but I will acknowledge their talents. Tempestad and Destructor, I am not taking this match lightly. That said, you will know all of my wrath."
Freakke uncrossed his legs and rested his arms on them.
"Now, should we feel the need to break down this match further, I think it's important to note, I know what Destructor wants from me. While my recent actions have made me unpopular with most of the roster, I do have something some of them want, Destructor is no different. If you want the title, I'll be waiting Destructor. You can come and try to take this away from me whenever you want. I tell you this though, I won't part with it easy. Sunday though, you don't have that shot, and I have the chance to possibly throw you back down the hill."
Freakke smirked and cracked his neck.
"While we're on the subject of Captain Spandex, I have a few things to say to nCw's own 'superhero'. I hear what you're saying about being afraid of clowns. I understand you're supposed conquering of said fear. What I fear you don't understand is that I haven't tried to scare you yet. If you're so dead set on showing everyone you have a chance at taking my belt, I believe it's time I start trying to scare you. D, nCw for that matter, do you want to know a secret? Do you want to know something I've been keeping to myself?"
The deranged clown leaned forward and smirked viciously.
"I'm just getting warmed up. I feel the time has come to start doing what I should have been doing all along. You will be the first in a long line of crucifixions that are about to plague the X-Division. You say you don't fear me, but you will. You will fear me. You will fear the X-Division. You will fear the ring when I'm done with you. I know the whole 'Superhero' thing is Destructor's identity but it may be his downfall. Heroes have limits. I don't. I intend on showing you all this Sunday. There isn't much you can do but pray now, D. I'm sick of being made the liar. For you, the truth will hurt. I intend on making sure it hurts worse than you ever thought possible."
Freakke stood up and kicked his chair back. Holding onto two pipes that hung over head, he leaned forward. His shoulders cracked and he sighed.
"And then there was one. Tempestad. I know next to virtually nothing about you personally. I don't believe we've ever been in the ring in any match I'd say I'd know how to deal with you. What I do know of you is this, you sport a lucha libre style. You are a masked men in the ring who isn't dressed like he's a Trojan Condom mascot, despite being teamed with one. You know what your doing. You're a pretty quiet guy."
Freakke sat down again and rolled his neck.
"Thats all I think I will learn. I think it's all I may care to learn. Tempestad, let me be frank with you. I have respect for lucha libre, I really do. I started my career as El Phantasmo in an Indy circuit in Arizona. I learned a lot in that one year. I paid attention to the guys who had been around longer than I had. I considered them mentors in a way. The style I use now stems from what I learned then. I don't know though. I haven't decided wether or not I like you yet. It could very well be that despite being on opposite sides of the ring this week, you could prove your self a worthy opponent. Oppositely though, you could be another joke, another smart ass, another jag off who thinks his **** is the hottest on the heep. We'll see Sunday now won't we."
Freakke smiled and shrugged his arms.
"You know what, I think thats just about it. Oh wait, I lie. I also wanted to...do you smell that?"
Freakke sniffed the air and followed the scent to his right. Hexx stood there with his bucket of KFC and the frying pan. Freakke saw this and scowled.
"Evening."
He turned to his left and their sat Mr. Happy.
"God dammit..."
"Hello! I found the zombie Hexx!"
"I'm not a freaking zom-"
Hexx hit Freakke over the head with the frying pan.
"Silence! Hurry up. We have to make with the voodoo so you have a chance at winning the match."
Freakke glared at Hexx. He looked almost ready to kill but the camera cut out before any more could be said or done.
"I suppose it would a great idea to try and do my promo now while I have the privacy and those morons don't know where I am. So, while your stuck over there and I'm stuck over here, let's get this over with."
Freakke sat back and crossed his arms and legs.
"Since winning this title I have yet to show reason why I am X-Division Champion. I have failed to show this company a new era of X-Division entertainment. I have failed you, the cretins. Yet, I still have this gold. I still have a chance to redeem myself and my goals. I still have the chance to make my era one that is stronger than anyone could ever dream. I still have the opportunity to outlast in the long run."
Freakke glared at the camera and smiled. Despite the heat and steam, his face paint stayed in tact.
"I still have the chance and I intend to take it. Sunday at Collision I go against Tempestad and Destructor alongside Seth Evans. Now, before we get on with my opponents, I have some things to say about my partner. Once upon a time, Seth and I stepped in the ring and I will admit, he beat me. Seth Evans pinned the Clown. Again, Seth and I stepped in the ring in a handicap match against each other and I could have destroyed him then and there, but I left the ring after turning on my own partner for his incompetence. I stepped out in disgust at my own partner who couldn't even manage to beat an already beaten man. I handed Seth that match on a silver platter. I am willing to let the past be set aside for the moment. Now, we share the same corner and I know Seth can do the job. We may have been on opposite sides before but I saw that he knows what he's doing. Seth Evans is no Jason Blair, nor do I believe I will have to treat him accordingly. Seth Evans is an infinite improvement over Jason Blair. I have every confidence that he and I can get the job done. If Seth can be civil during the match, we'll put our opponents down in quickly. The question is will we ant to do it quickly, or will we want to use unnecessary force? Seth, just remember one thing though. When this is all said and done, you had better watch out. I know that your after my gold too. After we're done with Tempestad and Destructor, your next."
The door opened and Freakke froze. Mr. Happy looked in and around for a few seconds and then closed the door. Freakke eased up and sighed.
"God...what have I done to deserve this crap?...Oh yeah, all the blasphemy and burning the X-Division belt and all the violence and what not..."
Freakke paused a moment and then sat forward.
"Now, our opponents this week are the luchadore called Tempestad and the condom known as Destructor. I've fought Destructor recently and I admit it was not my most admirable performance. I recollect less of Tempestad. They are new to each other's styles and mannerisms. They won't mesh in the beginning. Not well anyhow. I believe this is a key flaw that can be exploited by myself and my partner Seth Evans. We may not have been a team but we saw and reacted to each other's styles and techniques enough to know how to use each other's talents effectively. If nothing else I believe this gives an edge in a very close match up. I may scoff at the two but I will acknowledge their talents. Tempestad and Destructor, I am not taking this match lightly. That said, you will know all of my wrath."
Freakke uncrossed his legs and rested his arms on them.
"Now, should we feel the need to break down this match further, I think it's important to note, I know what Destructor wants from me. While my recent actions have made me unpopular with most of the roster, I do have something some of them want, Destructor is no different. If you want the title, I'll be waiting Destructor. You can come and try to take this away from me whenever you want. I tell you this though, I won't part with it easy. Sunday though, you don't have that shot, and I have the chance to possibly throw you back down the hill."
Freakke smirked and cracked his neck.
"While we're on the subject of Captain Spandex, I have a few things to say to nCw's own 'superhero'. I hear what you're saying about being afraid of clowns. I understand you're supposed conquering of said fear. What I fear you don't understand is that I haven't tried to scare you yet. If you're so dead set on showing everyone you have a chance at taking my belt, I believe it's time I start trying to scare you. D, nCw for that matter, do you want to know a secret? Do you want to know something I've been keeping to myself?"
The deranged clown leaned forward and smirked viciously.
"I'm just getting warmed up. I feel the time has come to start doing what I should have been doing all along. You will be the first in a long line of crucifixions that are about to plague the X-Division. You say you don't fear me, but you will. You will fear me. You will fear the X-Division. You will fear the ring when I'm done with you. I know the whole 'Superhero' thing is Destructor's identity but it may be his downfall. Heroes have limits. I don't. I intend on showing you all this Sunday. There isn't much you can do but pray now, D. I'm sick of being made the liar. For you, the truth will hurt. I intend on making sure it hurts worse than you ever thought possible."
Freakke stood up and kicked his chair back. Holding onto two pipes that hung over head, he leaned forward. His shoulders cracked and he sighed.
"And then there was one. Tempestad. I know next to virtually nothing about you personally. I don't believe we've ever been in the ring in any match I'd say I'd know how to deal with you. What I do know of you is this, you sport a lucha libre style. You are a masked men in the ring who isn't dressed like he's a Trojan Condom mascot, despite being teamed with one. You know what your doing. You're a pretty quiet guy."
Freakke sat down again and rolled his neck.
"Thats all I think I will learn. I think it's all I may care to learn. Tempestad, let me be frank with you. I have respect for lucha libre, I really do. I started my career as El Phantasmo in an Indy circuit in Arizona. I learned a lot in that one year. I paid attention to the guys who had been around longer than I had. I considered them mentors in a way. The style I use now stems from what I learned then. I don't know though. I haven't decided wether or not I like you yet. It could very well be that despite being on opposite sides of the ring this week, you could prove your self a worthy opponent. Oppositely though, you could be another joke, another smart ass, another jag off who thinks his **** is the hottest on the heep. We'll see Sunday now won't we."
Freakke smiled and shrugged his arms.
"You know what, I think thats just about it. Oh wait, I lie. I also wanted to...do you smell that?"
Freakke sniffed the air and followed the scent to his right. Hexx stood there with his bucket of KFC and the frying pan. Freakke saw this and scowled.
"Evening."
He turned to his left and their sat Mr. Happy.
"God dammit..."
"Hello! I found the zombie Hexx!"
"I'm not a freaking zom-"
Hexx hit Freakke over the head with the frying pan.
"Silence! Hurry up. We have to make with the voodoo so you have a chance at winning the match."
Freakke glared at Hexx. He looked almost ready to kill but the camera cut out before any more could be said or done.