Post by Freakke on Aug 28, 2011 2:12:41 GMT -6
--- New York City ---
The Masked Freakke stood tall as the camera began on his wreck room. He smirked widely beneath the mask.
”It's about time you showed up. Today I have something special for you all. Every last one of you worthless piles of refuse has the profound opportunity to watch me beat the ever living snot out of Caleb Lockwood this weekend at Nothing to Lose. That's right. You're Carnival King has been barred from the ring. Oh boo hoo...”
He let out a chuckle and sat down up on the decrepit throne he had set up.
”Heh, like it matters. I'm the only one walking away from this match no matter who they would have sent.”
He crossed his leg and placed his hand against his head to support it.
”It seems as if this is all too fortuitous. New York New york. Ahh my beloved home. It seems we are to play host to the show. Fitting.”
”Caleb Lockwood. Your just another dumb punk kid in my way. Another scrambling wuss that can't get up close and personal when it comes to fighting. You can't stand to get hit so you run around like a freaking mouse in one of those balls. Heh. You can't even think of anything more intelligent to say to me than 'Oh look a clown, he must be an utter joke!'. How original. A four year old could write that. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if you read that off a crayon marked piece of construction paper.”
Freakke chuckled again, leaning his head back and over the arm of the chair.
”This Elite X match is going to be short. I'm pretty sure I can put you away with a single Funny Bone Crunch. I might not even make it that far. I could always beat you back to the streets where you came from. Doubt it would take much. I could probably throw a doughnut out there and you'd chase after it.”
His eyes sparkled as light touched them just a moment. The sadistic man beneath the mask was enjoying himself. New found confidence was building over his past failures. It was a new life one could only worry about.
”Caleb, I think you underestimate me. You painted a very good picture of a man I pretend to be, but you have no idea who I really am. I'm a dangerous individual and I not only won't hesitate to drop you like a fly but I want to. I want to hurt you. You remind of the ass clown himself. You and that ADHD style. You make me sick with the way you prance about. Talk to me about commitment? Bah. I'm more committed with each word out of your mouth. More committed to ramming them all down your throat and sending you to the mat to look for whats left of your teeth.”
”And to top it all off you go and kiss his ass. No wonder though. You're practically twins when it comes to the way you act. Call me psychotic? Take a look in the mirror and take you're ridlin. When I win tomorrow, I plan to do so in such a way that you'll need more than a few booster shots to get back up.”
Freakke sat upright and began to glare at the camera.
”Now listen up. I don't want you to feel bad about the beating I'm about to lay on you. I have far worse plans for the Carnival King. Consider that your only consolation and be happy with it.”
He waved the camera off and began to cackle almost obscenely. The camera faded to black.
--- nCw Home Offices, Dallas, Texas –
Freakke rubbed his temples lightly, the General keeping a close watch on him.
”I almost can't believe that went the way that did.”
“It makes sense to me. You've been out so long, besides, whoever that guy is probably would have ran in on the match. Ruined the whole thing. Way I see it, they want Caleb to win so you can get rid of this guy.”
”Yeah, probably...was looking forward to getting back though.”
“Next week they said.”
Freakke chuckled and shook his head. A moment passed.
“What do you plan to do about this guy? Seems pretty persistent as much as he's lost.”
”I don't suppose just beating him is gonna work.”
“Never does.”
Freakke looked up at the ceiling as he laid back on the lounge's couch.
”Any suggestions?”
“Psychiatric help and a court order?”
”Ha! Wish it were that easy. We're already into the court thing.”
“How long until its settled in that regards?”
”He's got one month before its all over unless they find some way of extending it. So far he's been stalling but he's running out of rope.”
The older wrestler nodded but looked grim.
“Man with no rope gets desperate. Desperate men go nuts. They risk more and do more damage.”
”Yeah...”
“What if he wins Tomorrow?”
”It doesn't matter. Any way it goes, I'll have to step in the ring with him. He won't let it go, even if he loses, with just walking away.”
There was a pause.
”Unless I made him an offer he couldn't refuse...”
“Such as?”
”Such as letting him be Freakke if he wins. For good.”
“And if he loses?”
”He has to join Magically Delicious for as long as he's here.”
That put a smile on both their faces. Freakke smirked wildly thinking that might not be a bad idea.
After all, its Hexx and Happy.
The Masked Freakke stood tall as the camera began on his wreck room. He smirked widely beneath the mask.
”It's about time you showed up. Today I have something special for you all. Every last one of you worthless piles of refuse has the profound opportunity to watch me beat the ever living snot out of Caleb Lockwood this weekend at Nothing to Lose. That's right. You're Carnival King has been barred from the ring. Oh boo hoo...”
He let out a chuckle and sat down up on the decrepit throne he had set up.
”Heh, like it matters. I'm the only one walking away from this match no matter who they would have sent.”
He crossed his leg and placed his hand against his head to support it.
”It seems as if this is all too fortuitous. New York New york. Ahh my beloved home. It seems we are to play host to the show. Fitting.”
”Caleb Lockwood. Your just another dumb punk kid in my way. Another scrambling wuss that can't get up close and personal when it comes to fighting. You can't stand to get hit so you run around like a freaking mouse in one of those balls. Heh. You can't even think of anything more intelligent to say to me than 'Oh look a clown, he must be an utter joke!'. How original. A four year old could write that. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if you read that off a crayon marked piece of construction paper.”
Freakke chuckled again, leaning his head back and over the arm of the chair.
”This Elite X match is going to be short. I'm pretty sure I can put you away with a single Funny Bone Crunch. I might not even make it that far. I could always beat you back to the streets where you came from. Doubt it would take much. I could probably throw a doughnut out there and you'd chase after it.”
His eyes sparkled as light touched them just a moment. The sadistic man beneath the mask was enjoying himself. New found confidence was building over his past failures. It was a new life one could only worry about.
”Caleb, I think you underestimate me. You painted a very good picture of a man I pretend to be, but you have no idea who I really am. I'm a dangerous individual and I not only won't hesitate to drop you like a fly but I want to. I want to hurt you. You remind of the ass clown himself. You and that ADHD style. You make me sick with the way you prance about. Talk to me about commitment? Bah. I'm more committed with each word out of your mouth. More committed to ramming them all down your throat and sending you to the mat to look for whats left of your teeth.”
”And to top it all off you go and kiss his ass. No wonder though. You're practically twins when it comes to the way you act. Call me psychotic? Take a look in the mirror and take you're ridlin. When I win tomorrow, I plan to do so in such a way that you'll need more than a few booster shots to get back up.”
Freakke sat upright and began to glare at the camera.
”Now listen up. I don't want you to feel bad about the beating I'm about to lay on you. I have far worse plans for the Carnival King. Consider that your only consolation and be happy with it.”
He waved the camera off and began to cackle almost obscenely. The camera faded to black.
--- nCw Home Offices, Dallas, Texas –
Freakke rubbed his temples lightly, the General keeping a close watch on him.
”I almost can't believe that went the way that did.”
“It makes sense to me. You've been out so long, besides, whoever that guy is probably would have ran in on the match. Ruined the whole thing. Way I see it, they want Caleb to win so you can get rid of this guy.”
”Yeah, probably...was looking forward to getting back though.”
“Next week they said.”
Freakke chuckled and shook his head. A moment passed.
“What do you plan to do about this guy? Seems pretty persistent as much as he's lost.”
”I don't suppose just beating him is gonna work.”
“Never does.”
Freakke looked up at the ceiling as he laid back on the lounge's couch.
”Any suggestions?”
“Psychiatric help and a court order?”
”Ha! Wish it were that easy. We're already into the court thing.”
“How long until its settled in that regards?”
”He's got one month before its all over unless they find some way of extending it. So far he's been stalling but he's running out of rope.”
The older wrestler nodded but looked grim.
“Man with no rope gets desperate. Desperate men go nuts. They risk more and do more damage.”
”Yeah...”
“What if he wins Tomorrow?”
”It doesn't matter. Any way it goes, I'll have to step in the ring with him. He won't let it go, even if he loses, with just walking away.”
There was a pause.
”Unless I made him an offer he couldn't refuse...”
“Such as?”
”Such as letting him be Freakke if he wins. For good.”
“And if he loses?”
”He has to join Magically Delicious for as long as he's here.”
That put a smile on both their faces. Freakke smirked wildly thinking that might not be a bad idea.
After all, its Hexx and Happy.