Post by Freakke on Jun 26, 2011 2:03:00 GMT -6
There's someone in my head...
Freakke's return to nCw was unexpected, as was his disappearance. The unusual behavior exhibited by the wrestler brought down the mood everywhere he went. The cold mask almost disguised completely the memories of the jovial prankster everyone in the halls knew. Then again, no one heard a word from the Carnival King. He was just back.
After about a week or so, Jimmy Turner worked up the courage(or forgot his last encounter with the Clown) to throw on the leotard again and walk up to Freakke.
“Alright, Creapoh. You think you can just walk back in here and take my spot on the roster? Think again. Put'em up son.”
Freakke stood looking at the portly janitor. Turner visibly lost a lot of momentum at this death glare but continued his attempt at provoking the Clown.
“Hey, did you go deaf or something? Hey! Big, dumb, and ugly! I am challenging you here.”
Freakke shuffled his shoulder blades and there was an audible crack.
“Gone soft too, huh? Not worth my time.”
Turner turned to leave but the gloved hand came down on his shoulder hard. Freakke twirled the large man around and planted his boot into his stomach. Almost effortlessly he lifted Jimmy Turner up shortly and then hit a rather painful looking backbreaker that simply devastated the overweight man. Freakke rolled his victim off of his knee and looked down on his 'opponent'. After a moment he kneeled down and began to whisper into the man's ear. Some of the prospect's and crew members that were nearby watched and waited for Freakke to leave before helping Turner to sit up and to see if he was alright. Labored breath and rolls of sweat greeted them.
“Jimmy! Jimmy, you alright?”
“Can of'cola....can of'cola and I'll be fine....”
“Jesus, what did you do this time?”
“I....I don't know...ooof....my back...”
“C'mon, we'll go get Wesker.”
Jimmy was helped up and to the trainer's office. It couldn't be helped, but one of the new prospect's had to ask.
“So...what did he say.”
Jimmy shivered a moment.
“He said, I wasn't good enough to make his point.”
“What point?”
“No more games....”
--- --- ---
Freakke stood staring into the camera. Cold blue eyes beneath the mask glaring back. He spoke, but his voice was deeper and had a distinct growl to it. The mask didn't help.
”Hello, boys and girls...did you miss me? I've missed you. It's been far too long. Funny how I keep finding these opportune times to pop up like this though. Reborn? Ironic. Coincidence? You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
The stitched smile on the Carnival King's face almost matched his mood. It was twisted and hooked and jagged, as if it were forced there.
”And my opponent for my return is Ricky Johnson. An older guy in the company apparently, but I don't give a ****. I'm going to beat his ass in the ring Sunday. Its going to be a **** storm for poor Ricky Johnson because I'm no fool. I'm not here to embarrass myself and waste my days running amok for the hell of it. I'm here to prove something. I exist. I plan on doing that the only way I really can.”
”By taking whats mine.”
Freakke stepped back and his face disappeared into the shadows.
”And keeping it forever.”
He stepped back again and disappeared completely.
”And I'm looking to make the World Title my own.”
A moment's pause.
”By the way, What's up Chuck?”
...but its not me
Freakke's return to nCw was unexpected, as was his disappearance. The unusual behavior exhibited by the wrestler brought down the mood everywhere he went. The cold mask almost disguised completely the memories of the jovial prankster everyone in the halls knew. Then again, no one heard a word from the Carnival King. He was just back.
After about a week or so, Jimmy Turner worked up the courage(or forgot his last encounter with the Clown) to throw on the leotard again and walk up to Freakke.
“Alright, Creapoh. You think you can just walk back in here and take my spot on the roster? Think again. Put'em up son.”
Freakke stood looking at the portly janitor. Turner visibly lost a lot of momentum at this death glare but continued his attempt at provoking the Clown.
“Hey, did you go deaf or something? Hey! Big, dumb, and ugly! I am challenging you here.”
Freakke shuffled his shoulder blades and there was an audible crack.
“Gone soft too, huh? Not worth my time.”
Turner turned to leave but the gloved hand came down on his shoulder hard. Freakke twirled the large man around and planted his boot into his stomach. Almost effortlessly he lifted Jimmy Turner up shortly and then hit a rather painful looking backbreaker that simply devastated the overweight man. Freakke rolled his victim off of his knee and looked down on his 'opponent'. After a moment he kneeled down and began to whisper into the man's ear. Some of the prospect's and crew members that were nearby watched and waited for Freakke to leave before helping Turner to sit up and to see if he was alright. Labored breath and rolls of sweat greeted them.
“Jimmy! Jimmy, you alright?”
“Can of'cola....can of'cola and I'll be fine....”
“Jesus, what did you do this time?”
“I....I don't know...ooof....my back...”
“C'mon, we'll go get Wesker.”
Jimmy was helped up and to the trainer's office. It couldn't be helped, but one of the new prospect's had to ask.
“So...what did he say.”
Jimmy shivered a moment.
“He said, I wasn't good enough to make his point.”
“What point?”
“No more games....”
--- --- ---
Freakke stood staring into the camera. Cold blue eyes beneath the mask glaring back. He spoke, but his voice was deeper and had a distinct growl to it. The mask didn't help.
”Hello, boys and girls...did you miss me? I've missed you. It's been far too long. Funny how I keep finding these opportune times to pop up like this though. Reborn? Ironic. Coincidence? You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
The stitched smile on the Carnival King's face almost matched his mood. It was twisted and hooked and jagged, as if it were forced there.
”And my opponent for my return is Ricky Johnson. An older guy in the company apparently, but I don't give a ****. I'm going to beat his ass in the ring Sunday. Its going to be a **** storm for poor Ricky Johnson because I'm no fool. I'm not here to embarrass myself and waste my days running amok for the hell of it. I'm here to prove something. I exist. I plan on doing that the only way I really can.”
”By taking whats mine.”
Freakke stepped back and his face disappeared into the shadows.
”And keeping it forever.”
He stepped back again and disappeared completely.
”And I'm looking to make the World Title my own.”
A moment's pause.
”By the way, What's up Chuck?”
...but its not me