Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on May 8, 2012 12:14:26 GMT -4
*These events happened Monday, May 7th, 2010 at 6:34 PM.*
The scene begins with the EVPW camera crew walking along outside what appeared to be an abandoned church, tip toeing across the lawn that seemed more like a desert, even the weeds didn't seem far off from death's clutch. The front door was nothing more two tall, wooden slabs with metal beaming running through the sides, and the ominous cross hanging upside down. If all of this wasn't a clear enough sign to the two men that this was an area where their so called God was absent, the sky itself was about to open up from above and reign down its fury of life threatening disasters, it also didn't help that they were treading in Nebraska.
"You're a fuck face Ted!"
"You wanted into the business, Harold, and neither of us could pass the wrestling exams, so shut up and be grateful we're apart of something huge here."
"I could of been a champion..."
The two skinny, long haired and beard necked rejects looked around for a clear opening inside the demonic stronghold instead of heading straight into what would of been their final acts in the living realm. The one holding the camera pointed to his sound savvy cohort silently before raising his finger up at a shattered window. They both should of spent less time chain smoking and more time in the gym it seemed as the two tried to huff and puff their weak bodies up the ledge and up through the window before hitting the rotting wood planks that made up the floor. They laid behind a stacked up pile of broken pews that were laid their to cover up the evil doings going on inside the sinister cathedral. The air was filled with heavy grunting and what sounded like a wrestling match, then finally they heard the voice they wanted to hear shout out and beat against the cracked ridden wall. The vocals were only grunts mixed in between solid poundings being given out inside a ring. The lanky camera man props his equipment over the edge of a splintered pew while the sound tech ran along the outside line to get a better audio quality for their little inside scoop.
"FUCK-ING-FAGS-EVE-ERY-WHEEEEEERE!"
The mat beats could be heard again, body after body slapped against the mat in rapid secession. The camera man gasps, Jerry Nate was inside the lop sided ring and training his ass off as the un-dead who belonged to the Psycho King all rose up from the ground and surrounded the Shotgun Kid to do battle once more only for each to eat another Shotgun Punch and fall against the apron. Jerry only has a few moments to breathe before each one raises up again fresh and ready to do battle with the Rebellious Redneck. Jerry raises up a lit cig and takes one last puff before unleashing hell all over the zombified corpse of Seth the Damned. A black, juicy slush flies from the grey skinned Henry Cooper's raggity jaw, sending the immortal numb skull plowing face first into the ring post before Jerry spins around and gives the rotting corpse of D-money a highly concentrated spray of tobacco spit straight in the retard's eyes. D-Money hobbled about the ring while clawing at the sunken eye holes he had for a face. Jerry stopped for a moment before the groaning behind raised suspension and he turned to see the maggot dripping shell that was once Troy Meadows. The corpse tried to groan out some rap lyrics but unable since his vocal cords were nothing but dust inside the lop sided and broken neck.
"How many times do I have to break you before you finally realize that I'm the superior fighter!!!!"
With that, fists reigned down against Troy's limping, festering body and sending jolts into the re-animated soul of the deadbeat Wigger. After this round of corpse stomping, Jerry looked around in the middle of the moldy, Copenhagen encrusted ring. The Horde all just laid there with closed eyes, dead expressions and lifeless bodies...well more lifeless than usual.
"Come on! Raise them up again! I'm not done with these fucking pussies!"
Jerry had turned to the dark end of the church, the area where the pastor and the alter would be situated and shouted his frustrations towards the seemingly empty area. The Satisfyin' One's muscles were bulging underneath his stained wife beater, especially the ones in his arms from all the damaging use. The camera man let loose a little pee-pee inside his pants when Jerry finally got a response.
"What's troubling you, my son? You've been training here all weekend nonstop, but for what purpose? Is someone feeling blue? A little disrespected? Baby want his binky?"
"EAT DICK, PSYCHO CUNT!"
"Now now, Jerry. Calm those fluxing man tits there. I'm just curious what this is all about? You never come to see me anymore, then out of the blue, right after a humiliating come back so far, here you are on your off days actually doing something constructive instead of wasting away with a whiskey bottle glued to your lips. Is someone feeling a little overwhelmed? Or could it be that your dick can't get you out of trouble this time?"
"Just raise the damn Horde again so I can get back to the task at hand..."
"The true test of a warrior is to go it alone, but the rules change when the warrior has to face multiple opponents at once. You're not weak if you have to ask for a little...help. I'm more than ready to lend you a hand, my boy. All I need to see is you dropping that tower shield you raise up when it comes to me, and say please..."
"I don't need you! I don't need anyone to go out of their way to help me. I was embarrassed by that little slut Haven last week. She was nothing but a fucking pushover on purpose! And don't think I don't know you had a hand in making her implant burst!"
A voodoo doll with strands of black hair and a Wonder Women costume comes flying from the darkness, Jerry picks it up after the cotton filled witchcraft doll lands in the ring, hundreds of little pins are poked inside the left tit.
"Sick fuck...."
"hahahahahHEHEHEAHHAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAA! The look on that stupid bitch's face when she felt her fake udder pop was priceless! I only wanted a nip slip, but once I started jamming the pins in, BAHAHA!"
"I don't need your shitty help. I can slaughter the cretins by myself and under my own power!"
"....I'm sorry? What did you just say?...Is the madness starting to finally creep up inside my pupil's tiny skull?"
"Just raise the fucking Horde again, ok? I need to train."
"Lift out your hand and raise them yourself. My power should be vibrating through you good enough to give the henchman commands..."
Jerry turns back to the piles of rotting meat he left inside the ring and raises his hand with spread fingers in a joking posture.
"Rise! Rise oh you jobbers of yesteryear, rise so that I may slap you around some more!"
To Jerry's surprise the Horde starts to twitch and move about the stained mat and begin their ascent to their feet.
"Holy shit! I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it this time!"
(Under his breath.) "Now don't ever say Daddy never taught you how to ride your bicycle..."
Jerry starts to give out Psychotic filled commands in a booming voice, he was finally learning how to command the evil powers of his twisted mentor. The zombies twitch and begin their lifeless shuffle towards Jerry before the eyes roll into the back of their heads and they all fell down into a lifeless heap in the ring again. Jerry looked on with disbelieving groans and smirks while his hand kept raising up and down.
"No! No! Come on! I had it this time! I felt the power surging with my fucking hatred!"
"....I bet Vlad could raise them..."
"YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!"
"So, that's the real problem, eh? You're afraid you won't be able to let it all go once the time comes with Vlad. Honestly Jerry, can't you quit being afraid of every little boogey man that comes after you? I won't be around every time you need someone to change your diapers, so quit pissing the bed and let your mind lose control. I'm tired of baby sitting a grown man who still wets the bed because he's such a fucking pansy..."
"I'm fed up with your crap! Why don't you quit hiding behind the dead and face me yourself!? You've yet to ever put me down for the count!"
"The result will remain the same. You'll start getting the whiskey shakes and ask for a rain check. There's no need for me to waste anymore time on a spoiled child who can't even raise the dead, the simplest act of evil there is..."
"...at least Vlad and Wolverina don't have solid wins against me, my glorious Psycho King..."
A thunderous beating could be heard over the moldy carpet of the shrine area of the church, from the darkness flew a cloaked giant, its legs tucked in tight as it jumped over the gap between the alter and the ring.
The wavy cloak lifts up from the figure as the air from his descent rushes up. As the titan hit the mat, shock waves rumbled through the ring while the figure stood up and locked horns with the Shotgun Kid, his monstrous size dwarfing Jerry's. The large pupils screamed with their presence alone that this was a being who had beaten the grave multiple times with sheer madness alone. Around the eyes was a mask, the ripples and tint of the facade was the same as the corpses laying beside the struggling forces. The Leviathan of the wrestling world had reappeared from his satanic hiding at last.
The two scuffled about the ring, their grasps on each other's bodies unrelenting as the forces fought for dominance in the land of sac religion. Jaggeroth's brutish strength began to win over Jerry's fleeting power while lightning cracked like satanic whips outside their unholy steeple. The candles inside the church began to light as if by themselves around the fighting tyrants, Jaggeroth's blood red mist spurts from the underside of the ring as Jerry goes flying against the turnbuckle. The Satisfying One hurls his body with an outstretched arm against Jaggeroth's barreled chest, only to hear a lour thud. As the Kid back-peddles away from the Tyrant, he eats a backhand courtesy of his teacher before falling against against the apron. Jaggeroth began to stalk the prey while it stroked its chin before the turnbuckle. Jerry reaches over underneath the padded buckles for what looked to be two chains wrapped up amongst themselves.
".....why would I care about some smelly corpses anyways when I can be the beast master?....Zeus and Hera have been waiting for this..."
Suddenly, two snarling beast could be heard, they howled as their master belted out his commands to rip the Psycho King limb from limb. Up from the floor, two large dogs that looked more like timber wolves entered the ring. Jaggeroth prepared himself for battle with the large dogs Jerry had brought with him, only, they had their eyes and noses set on a different prize this whole time. One dog jumped from the turnbuckle and leaped over a stack of broken pews, what followed was a mix of growls and a scream. Jerry and Jaggeroth stood in the ring wide eyed at the sudden happenings, until the screams were silenced forever with a bone crunching snap. The other wolf hybrid ran through the church with a snorting nose against the wood, he knew there was another in hiding.
"HAROLD, NO!"
The EVPW camera man stood up and gave his position away with his outburst of affection for his fallen comrade. The Hybrid dog jumped up and lashed at the man's throat, clasping its jaw's around Ted's neck the animal brought him to the ground easily. From the shadows came a clanking, hollow thud against the wood floor.
"How the fuck can a man plan his conquests around here with all the noise!?"
Grimey C. Whiskey walked over to the growling dog as it snapped away at its freshly caught meal of camera man.
"What the fuck!? Jerry! You retard! This is going to fuck up the entire plan! How can I get Jamie Graves fired now!? Aaaaaaaaah, wait. They're from EVPW, no worries. Now, you two idiots need to learn from this. What if these two had escaped from here with this footage? They'd of blown everything. Like my plans to take over both GHW, and EVPW at the same damn time, what then? Part one of the plan is already in effect by the way, Mr. Graves is getting the boot after the NeXuS. We'd of been fucked had these two released this footage."
"You're the worst type of cartoon villain I've ever seen, Grimey. This plan of yours sucks balls anyways."
"Just keep your ass in training, Boy! The finish of act one for our conquest is to beat Vlad, remember? Once he's broken, it'll be easier to get his shares....We need this, and Jaggeroth is going to take care of the second half."
Jaggeroth and Jerry Nate both walk over to the camera laying on the ground while the blood pools around it. The Psycho King holds it up with Jerry and Grimey at his sides, the camera starring blankly into their eyes.
".......well fuck."
"What?"
"Those two weren't so foolish at all....see that blinking light and the antenna on top? It's a live feed, probably heading straight to the EVPW command center...."
The three men stare into the camera, Grimey and Jerry's eyes were wide while the Psycho King grinned with a cocky slant in his eyes. The two beside the Psycho King join him in the smile along with some creepy as fuck giggling while the sound tech's body could be seen in the background being devoured between the mighty jaws of Jerry's wolf hybrid.
".....Abandon hope...violence has returned...."
The camera snaps in Jaggeroth's hands, ending the scene.
EOT.
The scene begins with the EVPW camera crew walking along outside what appeared to be an abandoned church, tip toeing across the lawn that seemed more like a desert, even the weeds didn't seem far off from death's clutch. The front door was nothing more two tall, wooden slabs with metal beaming running through the sides, and the ominous cross hanging upside down. If all of this wasn't a clear enough sign to the two men that this was an area where their so called God was absent, the sky itself was about to open up from above and reign down its fury of life threatening disasters, it also didn't help that they were treading in Nebraska.
"You're a fuck face Ted!"
"You wanted into the business, Harold, and neither of us could pass the wrestling exams, so shut up and be grateful we're apart of something huge here."
"I could of been a champion..."
The two skinny, long haired and beard necked rejects looked around for a clear opening inside the demonic stronghold instead of heading straight into what would of been their final acts in the living realm. The one holding the camera pointed to his sound savvy cohort silently before raising his finger up at a shattered window. They both should of spent less time chain smoking and more time in the gym it seemed as the two tried to huff and puff their weak bodies up the ledge and up through the window before hitting the rotting wood planks that made up the floor. They laid behind a stacked up pile of broken pews that were laid their to cover up the evil doings going on inside the sinister cathedral. The air was filled with heavy grunting and what sounded like a wrestling match, then finally they heard the voice they wanted to hear shout out and beat against the cracked ridden wall. The vocals were only grunts mixed in between solid poundings being given out inside a ring. The lanky camera man props his equipment over the edge of a splintered pew while the sound tech ran along the outside line to get a better audio quality for their little inside scoop.
"FUCK-ING-FAGS-EVE-ERY-WHEEEEEERE!"
The mat beats could be heard again, body after body slapped against the mat in rapid secession. The camera man gasps, Jerry Nate was inside the lop sided ring and training his ass off as the un-dead who belonged to the Psycho King all rose up from the ground and surrounded the Shotgun Kid to do battle once more only for each to eat another Shotgun Punch and fall against the apron. Jerry only has a few moments to breathe before each one raises up again fresh and ready to do battle with the Rebellious Redneck. Jerry raises up a lit cig and takes one last puff before unleashing hell all over the zombified corpse of Seth the Damned. A black, juicy slush flies from the grey skinned Henry Cooper's raggity jaw, sending the immortal numb skull plowing face first into the ring post before Jerry spins around and gives the rotting corpse of D-money a highly concentrated spray of tobacco spit straight in the retard's eyes. D-Money hobbled about the ring while clawing at the sunken eye holes he had for a face. Jerry stopped for a moment before the groaning behind raised suspension and he turned to see the maggot dripping shell that was once Troy Meadows. The corpse tried to groan out some rap lyrics but unable since his vocal cords were nothing but dust inside the lop sided and broken neck.
"How many times do I have to break you before you finally realize that I'm the superior fighter!!!!"
With that, fists reigned down against Troy's limping, festering body and sending jolts into the re-animated soul of the deadbeat Wigger. After this round of corpse stomping, Jerry looked around in the middle of the moldy, Copenhagen encrusted ring. The Horde all just laid there with closed eyes, dead expressions and lifeless bodies...well more lifeless than usual.
"Come on! Raise them up again! I'm not done with these fucking pussies!"
Jerry had turned to the dark end of the church, the area where the pastor and the alter would be situated and shouted his frustrations towards the seemingly empty area. The Satisfyin' One's muscles were bulging underneath his stained wife beater, especially the ones in his arms from all the damaging use. The camera man let loose a little pee-pee inside his pants when Jerry finally got a response.
"What's troubling you, my son? You've been training here all weekend nonstop, but for what purpose? Is someone feeling blue? A little disrespected? Baby want his binky?"
"EAT DICK, PSYCHO CUNT!"
"Now now, Jerry. Calm those fluxing man tits there. I'm just curious what this is all about? You never come to see me anymore, then out of the blue, right after a humiliating come back so far, here you are on your off days actually doing something constructive instead of wasting away with a whiskey bottle glued to your lips. Is someone feeling a little overwhelmed? Or could it be that your dick can't get you out of trouble this time?"
"Just raise the damn Horde again so I can get back to the task at hand..."
"The true test of a warrior is to go it alone, but the rules change when the warrior has to face multiple opponents at once. You're not weak if you have to ask for a little...help. I'm more than ready to lend you a hand, my boy. All I need to see is you dropping that tower shield you raise up when it comes to me, and say please..."
"I don't need you! I don't need anyone to go out of their way to help me. I was embarrassed by that little slut Haven last week. She was nothing but a fucking pushover on purpose! And don't think I don't know you had a hand in making her implant burst!"
A voodoo doll with strands of black hair and a Wonder Women costume comes flying from the darkness, Jerry picks it up after the cotton filled witchcraft doll lands in the ring, hundreds of little pins are poked inside the left tit.
"Sick fuck...."
"hahahahahHEHEHEAHHAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAA! The look on that stupid bitch's face when she felt her fake udder pop was priceless! I only wanted a nip slip, but once I started jamming the pins in, BAHAHA!"
"I don't need your shitty help. I can slaughter the cretins by myself and under my own power!"
"....I'm sorry? What did you just say?...Is the madness starting to finally creep up inside my pupil's tiny skull?"
"Just raise the fucking Horde again, ok? I need to train."
"Lift out your hand and raise them yourself. My power should be vibrating through you good enough to give the henchman commands..."
Jerry turns back to the piles of rotting meat he left inside the ring and raises his hand with spread fingers in a joking posture.
"Rise! Rise oh you jobbers of yesteryear, rise so that I may slap you around some more!"
To Jerry's surprise the Horde starts to twitch and move about the stained mat and begin their ascent to their feet.
"Holy shit! I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it this time!"
(Under his breath.) "Now don't ever say Daddy never taught you how to ride your bicycle..."
Jerry starts to give out Psychotic filled commands in a booming voice, he was finally learning how to command the evil powers of his twisted mentor. The zombies twitch and begin their lifeless shuffle towards Jerry before the eyes roll into the back of their heads and they all fell down into a lifeless heap in the ring again. Jerry looked on with disbelieving groans and smirks while his hand kept raising up and down.
"No! No! Come on! I had it this time! I felt the power surging with my fucking hatred!"
"....I bet Vlad could raise them..."
"YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!"
"So, that's the real problem, eh? You're afraid you won't be able to let it all go once the time comes with Vlad. Honestly Jerry, can't you quit being afraid of every little boogey man that comes after you? I won't be around every time you need someone to change your diapers, so quit pissing the bed and let your mind lose control. I'm tired of baby sitting a grown man who still wets the bed because he's such a fucking pansy..."
"I'm fed up with your crap! Why don't you quit hiding behind the dead and face me yourself!? You've yet to ever put me down for the count!"
"The result will remain the same. You'll start getting the whiskey shakes and ask for a rain check. There's no need for me to waste anymore time on a spoiled child who can't even raise the dead, the simplest act of evil there is..."
"...at least Vlad and Wolverina don't have solid wins against me, my glorious Psycho King..."
A thunderous beating could be heard over the moldy carpet of the shrine area of the church, from the darkness flew a cloaked giant, its legs tucked in tight as it jumped over the gap between the alter and the ring.
"TIME FOR YOUR SPANKINGS, BOY!"
The wavy cloak lifts up from the figure as the air from his descent rushes up. As the titan hit the mat, shock waves rumbled through the ring while the figure stood up and locked horns with the Shotgun Kid, his monstrous size dwarfing Jerry's. The large pupils screamed with their presence alone that this was a being who had beaten the grave multiple times with sheer madness alone. Around the eyes was a mask, the ripples and tint of the facade was the same as the corpses laying beside the struggling forces. The Leviathan of the wrestling world had reappeared from his satanic hiding at last.
"Is this all you've got you old goat!"
"YOU HAVEN'T THE LIFE FORCE TO DEAL WITH A BEING AS MYSELF, BOY!"
"QUIT CALLING ME BOY!"
"THEN SLAY THE DRAGON, YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS KNIGHT!"
The two scuffled about the ring, their grasps on each other's bodies unrelenting as the forces fought for dominance in the land of sac religion. Jaggeroth's brutish strength began to win over Jerry's fleeting power while lightning cracked like satanic whips outside their unholy steeple. The candles inside the church began to light as if by themselves around the fighting tyrants, Jaggeroth's blood red mist spurts from the underside of the ring as Jerry goes flying against the turnbuckle. The Satisfying One hurls his body with an outstretched arm against Jaggeroth's barreled chest, only to hear a lour thud. As the Kid back-peddles away from the Tyrant, he eats a backhand courtesy of his teacher before falling against against the apron. Jaggeroth began to stalk the prey while it stroked its chin before the turnbuckle. Jerry reaches over underneath the padded buckles for what looked to be two chains wrapped up amongst themselves.
".....why would I care about some smelly corpses anyways when I can be the beast master?....Zeus and Hera have been waiting for this..."
Suddenly, two snarling beast could be heard, they howled as their master belted out his commands to rip the Psycho King limb from limb. Up from the floor, two large dogs that looked more like timber wolves entered the ring. Jaggeroth prepared himself for battle with the large dogs Jerry had brought with him, only, they had their eyes and noses set on a different prize this whole time. One dog jumped from the turnbuckle and leaped over a stack of broken pews, what followed was a mix of growls and a scream. Jerry and Jaggeroth stood in the ring wide eyed at the sudden happenings, until the screams were silenced forever with a bone crunching snap. The other wolf hybrid ran through the church with a snorting nose against the wood, he knew there was another in hiding.
"HAROLD, NO!"
The EVPW camera man stood up and gave his position away with his outburst of affection for his fallen comrade. The Hybrid dog jumped up and lashed at the man's throat, clasping its jaw's around Ted's neck the animal brought him to the ground easily. From the shadows came a clanking, hollow thud against the wood floor.
"How the fuck can a man plan his conquests around here with all the noise!?"
Grimey C. Whiskey walked over to the growling dog as it snapped away at its freshly caught meal of camera man.
"What the fuck!? Jerry! You retard! This is going to fuck up the entire plan! How can I get Jamie Graves fired now!? Aaaaaaaaah, wait. They're from EVPW, no worries. Now, you two idiots need to learn from this. What if these two had escaped from here with this footage? They'd of blown everything. Like my plans to take over both GHW, and EVPW at the same damn time, what then? Part one of the plan is already in effect by the way, Mr. Graves is getting the boot after the NeXuS. We'd of been fucked had these two released this footage."
"You're the worst type of cartoon villain I've ever seen, Grimey. This plan of yours sucks balls anyways."
"Just keep your ass in training, Boy! The finish of act one for our conquest is to beat Vlad, remember? Once he's broken, it'll be easier to get his shares....We need this, and Jaggeroth is going to take care of the second half."
Jaggeroth and Jerry Nate both walk over to the camera laying on the ground while the blood pools around it. The Psycho King holds it up with Jerry and Grimey at his sides, the camera starring blankly into their eyes.
".......well fuck."
"What?"
"Those two weren't so foolish at all....see that blinking light and the antenna on top? It's a live feed, probably heading straight to the EVPW command center...."
The three men stare into the camera, Grimey and Jerry's eyes were wide while the Psycho King grinned with a cocky slant in his eyes. The two beside the Psycho King join him in the smile along with some creepy as fuck giggling while the sound tech's body could be seen in the background being devoured between the mighty jaws of Jerry's wolf hybrid.
".....Abandon hope...violence has returned...."
The camera snaps in Jaggeroth's hands, ending the scene.
EOT.
