Post by Freakke on Sept 24, 2009 19:12:37 GMT -6
Freakke stands backstage just before the show and stares at the camera. He wrapping his hands in tape and looks very eager to get into the match.
"Now, I normally don't do this, but, for there to be total chaos some order must be had. Some conformity at random intervals must be given. I'm gonna talk to you, the viewer, directly about my match."
Freakke begins to hop and swing his arms to warm up.
"Fatal Four Ways are everyone's worst nightmare. It's almost never easy, unless it involves two or three individuals who are working together and it's predecided who will make the pin. Even then, infighting and team arguments are problematic."
He stops and sighs.
"I almost never have a plan going into a match and tonight is no exception. On the other hand, I could always pick who I want to go after first before hand."
Freakke begins to stretch and move less and less vibrantly.
"Terminus is the new guy. He's still getting to know our ropes and I don't know him well enough to judge his character or how much of a threat he will be. Alex seems like a good enough kid. Impressive wrestler. Don't know him well though."
Again he stopped and a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
"And now the last guy in our match who isn't me. Curtis Kanyon. This guy has a bigger mouth than the plainly painted one on my face. I've known cocky heels before but he's one of the loudest and biggest braggarts I've ever been in a promotion with. Him and his partner...ummm...uhhh...whats his name...Bob...Bob Simpson or something like that. I don't normally complain like I am but they really hurt my feelings with their hurtful comments."
He starts to mist up and act like he was deeply affected by the statements made about him.
"It just wasn't nice..."
Freakke begins to weep in his hands and pulls out some of his tied hankies and begins to blow into them. This long noise continues for almost half a minute. He then tosses the filthy thing away and dries his eyes. His make up doesn't smear.
"I'm ok. Anyhow, whether I know them or not, whether I like them or not, they're all good wrestlers and I'm gonna have a hard match ahead of me."
He smiles, and winks at the camera.
"It's showtime my fellow cretins."
The shows music blares on the speakers and the whole building comes alive. Freakke stands behind the curtains waiting for his entrance music. Around him are his three opponents. The fans are already sounding good. Freakke smiles and the camera shuts off.
"Now, I normally don't do this, but, for there to be total chaos some order must be had. Some conformity at random intervals must be given. I'm gonna talk to you, the viewer, directly about my match."
Freakke begins to hop and swing his arms to warm up.
"Fatal Four Ways are everyone's worst nightmare. It's almost never easy, unless it involves two or three individuals who are working together and it's predecided who will make the pin. Even then, infighting and team arguments are problematic."
He stops and sighs.
"I almost never have a plan going into a match and tonight is no exception. On the other hand, I could always pick who I want to go after first before hand."
Freakke begins to stretch and move less and less vibrantly.
"Terminus is the new guy. He's still getting to know our ropes and I don't know him well enough to judge his character or how much of a threat he will be. Alex seems like a good enough kid. Impressive wrestler. Don't know him well though."
Again he stopped and a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
"And now the last guy in our match who isn't me. Curtis Kanyon. This guy has a bigger mouth than the plainly painted one on my face. I've known cocky heels before but he's one of the loudest and biggest braggarts I've ever been in a promotion with. Him and his partner...ummm...uhhh...whats his name...Bob...Bob Simpson or something like that. I don't normally complain like I am but they really hurt my feelings with their hurtful comments."
He starts to mist up and act like he was deeply affected by the statements made about him.
"It just wasn't nice..."
Freakke begins to weep in his hands and pulls out some of his tied hankies and begins to blow into them. This long noise continues for almost half a minute. He then tosses the filthy thing away and dries his eyes. His make up doesn't smear.
"I'm ok. Anyhow, whether I know them or not, whether I like them or not, they're all good wrestlers and I'm gonna have a hard match ahead of me."
He smiles, and winks at the camera.
"It's showtime my fellow cretins."
The shows music blares on the speakers and the whole building comes alive. Freakke stands behind the curtains waiting for his entrance music. Around him are his three opponents. The fans are already sounding good. Freakke smiles and the camera shuts off.