Post by Angel on Jan 5, 2008 6:32:10 GMT -6
Mark Evil. I am very disappointed in you. Truly I had expected something else. Something... Original, but alas. You come at me with some sort of psycho babble. How unfortunate. How very unfortunate for you. I really don’t see the pont of acting like this Mark. Your not crazy. Your nothing of the sort. Your just afraid. So you hide, and what a delightful place to do so. A crazy house is the one place I probably wouldn’t go to, even if I wanted to really hurt someone. Lucky for you, I just want to beat you in a match. So hide, little Mark. Hide until the time has come. Then make your way to the ring, and accept your fate. I believe you know, as we all do, what your fate is. You are to be the first. And never the last. You will be my example. NCW is my home now, it is where I will bring my legend back to life, starting with you. Do you have anything to say? No. Good. I didn’t think you’d say anything important anyways. Just a bunch of crazy talk. Save it for the rest of the nut cases Mark. I just don’t care. I’m ready for you crazy man. I’m ready to show you who the real killer is. It’s one thing to have a character, and pretend to be a killer, it’s another to really be one. What? Did I kill anyone? Oh, come now, like I’d tell you. I’m the wrath of God, it goes without saying that a couple of people just had to go. Don’t be one of those fools Mark, please. I like NCW, I hope to be here for a real long time. Just do me that favor, and shut up. Stop with the foolish promo, and get in the ring. I only wish to have a match, not a ridiculous feud. I had hopes for a serious opponent, NCW’s lack of faith in my abilities saddens me, but they’ll learn.
( We come into a lavish looking hotel room. Beautiful paintings and furniture. A giant TV in the corner. This hotel is only for the very high class. As we come around the corner we see Angel and Shelly in the bedroom. The two are on the edge watching something on yet another giant tv. They keep grabbing each others shoulders in laughter. As we come around the corner we that their watching Mark Evil’s promo. Angel keeps rewinding the part where he choke slams a guard. )
Angel: GET HIM!!! GET HIM MARK!!! YEAH!! GIVE IT TO HIM!!! CRUSH THAT BITCH!!!
Shelly: Oh no, watch out other guard, big bad Evil is coming. OHHH!! DID YOU SEE THAT!!! Man this guy is craaaaaazy. You better be careful Angel.
Angel: I seriously think I pissed myself after watching this so many times... Wait, the best part... It speaks.... “blah, blah, blah, blllllllllahhhhh, blih blah, humblah....” Wow.... I think he’s gonna kill me.
Shelly: You wouldn’t be the first Angel. From what I hear he’s killed hundreds. In fact, I’m told he’s the one who has been doing ALL the killing in the middle east. Not some radicle muslims, all Mark Evil. The big ugly.
Angel: REALLY!? My god. What has NCW done? I can’t be in the ring with this nut. He just escaped from a “sanitarium.” What happens if he tries to “kill” me? I mean really. Maybe I should just pull out of the match.
Shelly: Well, for your own sack, it would be the smart thing to do. But maybe we should wait, see if NCW even allows him to wrestle. I mean he is going to be wanted by the police. He shouldn’t even be allowed in the arena. Hey, maybe, just maybe, he’s going to get his stable mates and this week their going to come to NCW and help “kill” it? What do you think?
Angel: Who are his stable mates?
Shelly: Who else? Jason and Leatherface. Their both as real as his escape. And his murder charges.
Angel:..... HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! This is just great. I’m fighting a psycho killer, and you make jokes. You can’t fake a court case, that’s impossible. I whole heartedly believe this guy.... HA HA HA HA! Ok, ok... I’m done. But seriously, come one Mark. Are freaking joking? This has to be the lamest thing I have ever encountered. I’ve fought a lot of idiots in my day, but you are definitely in the lead. You’re my new lead idiot. And that’s how I’ll address you from now on. So Lead Idiot, tonight we fight? Suspense. Awesome, I can’t wait. It should be interesting. Especially since your so crazy, and I’m perfectly normal. But please, keep whatever your main killing weapon is at home. Ya know, the machete, or butcher knife, or chainsaw, or knife gloves. Any one of those, not allowed at the ring. And tell your “partners” that too. I want a clean match, so I can cleanly destroy the psychopath. After that, go be crazy some place else, cause I definitely don’t want to see you again.
Shelly: Where do they find these guys? Mark, really, drop the act. I haven’t even met you, and I’m sick of it. There’s a reason your getting feed to Angel, and it’s because you just plain suck. I don’t need to see you in that ring to make a judgement. I’m almost completely positive that you suck. So big lumbering moron, more worried about how their character came off on tv, than winning. Angel is here to win, not play games. Say what you will of his personality. Has he done crazy things? Yes. Has he had weird moments over the years? Of course. But when he’s done playing games, he goes right back to what works. Being Angel and beating ass. So **** back, shut up, and prepare for the match of your life. Angel is back, and your in his way. Something that he just can’t stand for.
( The camera backs up, and they start watching the pormo again. Laughing even harder than before. We slowly back out of the room, through the hall, and out the door. Fade to black. )
Well... That’s it then. We’re coming, and now there is nothing you can do. Ready Mark? I think not, but it will be fun, won’t it. Getting your ass handed to you, then having to walk out of the arena, humiliated. It’ll be fun for me. Very fun. One thing I love, embarrassing punks like you. Leave you wallowing in the ring, wondering how you just got beat. I am truly a legend Mark, and this week, your going to find out just how legendary I am. You like that, when someone takes your idiotic statement, and says it in a fashion that means something? That holds some weight? Go play Dr. Lecter some place else. This is ring isn’t for children ya know. Small brains not allowed. Bye Mark... I’ll be seeing you real soon. May God have Mercy on your Soul.
( We come into a lavish looking hotel room. Beautiful paintings and furniture. A giant TV in the corner. This hotel is only for the very high class. As we come around the corner we see Angel and Shelly in the bedroom. The two are on the edge watching something on yet another giant tv. They keep grabbing each others shoulders in laughter. As we come around the corner we that their watching Mark Evil’s promo. Angel keeps rewinding the part where he choke slams a guard. )
Angel: GET HIM!!! GET HIM MARK!!! YEAH!! GIVE IT TO HIM!!! CRUSH THAT BITCH!!!
Shelly: Oh no, watch out other guard, big bad Evil is coming. OHHH!! DID YOU SEE THAT!!! Man this guy is craaaaaazy. You better be careful Angel.
Angel: I seriously think I pissed myself after watching this so many times... Wait, the best part... It speaks.... “blah, blah, blah, blllllllllahhhhh, blih blah, humblah....” Wow.... I think he’s gonna kill me.
Shelly: You wouldn’t be the first Angel. From what I hear he’s killed hundreds. In fact, I’m told he’s the one who has been doing ALL the killing in the middle east. Not some radicle muslims, all Mark Evil. The big ugly.
Angel: REALLY!? My god. What has NCW done? I can’t be in the ring with this nut. He just escaped from a “sanitarium.” What happens if he tries to “kill” me? I mean really. Maybe I should just pull out of the match.
Shelly: Well, for your own sack, it would be the smart thing to do. But maybe we should wait, see if NCW even allows him to wrestle. I mean he is going to be wanted by the police. He shouldn’t even be allowed in the arena. Hey, maybe, just maybe, he’s going to get his stable mates and this week their going to come to NCW and help “kill” it? What do you think?
Angel: Who are his stable mates?
Shelly: Who else? Jason and Leatherface. Their both as real as his escape. And his murder charges.
Angel:..... HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! This is just great. I’m fighting a psycho killer, and you make jokes. You can’t fake a court case, that’s impossible. I whole heartedly believe this guy.... HA HA HA HA! Ok, ok... I’m done. But seriously, come one Mark. Are freaking joking? This has to be the lamest thing I have ever encountered. I’ve fought a lot of idiots in my day, but you are definitely in the lead. You’re my new lead idiot. And that’s how I’ll address you from now on. So Lead Idiot, tonight we fight? Suspense. Awesome, I can’t wait. It should be interesting. Especially since your so crazy, and I’m perfectly normal. But please, keep whatever your main killing weapon is at home. Ya know, the machete, or butcher knife, or chainsaw, or knife gloves. Any one of those, not allowed at the ring. And tell your “partners” that too. I want a clean match, so I can cleanly destroy the psychopath. After that, go be crazy some place else, cause I definitely don’t want to see you again.
Shelly: Where do they find these guys? Mark, really, drop the act. I haven’t even met you, and I’m sick of it. There’s a reason your getting feed to Angel, and it’s because you just plain suck. I don’t need to see you in that ring to make a judgement. I’m almost completely positive that you suck. So big lumbering moron, more worried about how their character came off on tv, than winning. Angel is here to win, not play games. Say what you will of his personality. Has he done crazy things? Yes. Has he had weird moments over the years? Of course. But when he’s done playing games, he goes right back to what works. Being Angel and beating ass. So **** back, shut up, and prepare for the match of your life. Angel is back, and your in his way. Something that he just can’t stand for.
( The camera backs up, and they start watching the pormo again. Laughing even harder than before. We slowly back out of the room, through the hall, and out the door. Fade to black. )
Well... That’s it then. We’re coming, and now there is nothing you can do. Ready Mark? I think not, but it will be fun, won’t it. Getting your ass handed to you, then having to walk out of the arena, humiliated. It’ll be fun for me. Very fun. One thing I love, embarrassing punks like you. Leave you wallowing in the ring, wondering how you just got beat. I am truly a legend Mark, and this week, your going to find out just how legendary I am. You like that, when someone takes your idiotic statement, and says it in a fashion that means something? That holds some weight? Go play Dr. Lecter some place else. This is ring isn’t for children ya know. Small brains not allowed. Bye Mark... I’ll be seeing you real soon. May God have Mercy on your Soul.