Post by Scar on Jun 11, 2012 12:26:32 GMT -4
Anticipating the final segment of the tenth edition of Saturday Night Knockout, the crowd sit in silence, gossiping amongst themselves as to what could be next and of the prior events. One such event which had gathered much attention was a stint by the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer. He had come out talking smack, speaking about how Scar had gotten lucky and that he was soon to be 'dust in the wind', also issuing out a threat for Aiden Andrews. The crowd's predictions are far off though and maniacal laughter blares throughout the arena, smoke cylinders roll out through the curtains and the lights dim on command as Sweating Bullets by Megadeath is played throughout the arena. On cue, out comes Scar, dressed in his usual attire of a black trench coat and black fedora, tipped to the ground. The large man staggers towards the ring, evidence that the personality named Scar is in control. He steps effortlessly over the top rope as the crowd begin their demeaning chants and show their abhorrence towards the monster.
Why didn't he announce this after his match?
Settle down! He probably forgot, lot on his plate that one.
Scar raises his head and looks around, finally finding an official and signalling him over, Scar mumbles at the man to get him a microphone before he tears his limbs off. The man does so instantaneously and begins to back away after giving it to him. Scar grips the microphone firmly as he goes back to the middle of the EVPW logo, "Ha.. My blood is still here!" Scar admires this for a moment before finally getting back on track, "Matt, get out here." "Haha yes sir! Wow! Still there? Damn that's fucking HILARIOUS!" The psychotic giant stops for a moment, admiring the mess of crimson covering the prestigious logo. Eventually he snaps out of it and looks up with a gigantic grin, "Haha WHAT A FUCKING MATCH! Am I right or am I absolutely right?"
So enigmatic.. Could make a man swoon!
The man just admired his own blood! What is your fucking problem?!
"Ah yes I almost forgot! I'm rather forgetful I swear it.. Now where was I. Something about the number two.. Something about laughing.." "Dreamer" "Right you are! What a fucking load of horse crap! TWO?! TWO?! MOTHERFUCKING TWO?! Good? Evil? AND?! MOTHERFUCKING AND?! Wow.. The only thing that is two, is you! Ha see I can fucking rhyme hotshot, what can you do? Oh that's right, you can lose! You're an embarrassment and I think that you holding the Knockout Title is just a disgrace to it's prestige. Oh how I'd love to school you once more and take that title for you, hell I think I'd beat you and give the title away to somebody else! Just the satisfaction of destroying you is good enough for me. But I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being paired up against somebody such as myself. That's why, that stoner.. Jack Noble. He'd better be ready. Because we're coming after him and we're going to show him that his little position ain't so glorious."
It's official! He's going after Noble.
What an idiot, he expects to face up against noble? What a short end to his almost promising career.
Harsh. I hope he beats Noble just to show you that good guys finish last..
"Now there is the little predicament of him being locked up like a fuckwit.. Well. I can live with that because I've got all the damn time in the world. OH SHIT! Back onto my two statement. Two of us? Says you. Maybe there is one of me and I like mixing things up! Maybe there is fifty of us and only two are savvy to show. Don't go assuming things, you'll live better. Good? Evil? I don't rate things as such. There is me and there is somebody else. I do things based on what I need to do, you want to classify it as good or evil? Ha be my guest but it just goes to show how narrow minded you are!" "Calm down.." "You're right.. He just pisses me off to no end." "Everyone can hear us.."
"Now back to that shit! Your little act, you just proved how hurt you are from it. A real man would've just sucked it up and proved it in the ring, not gone and made accusations like a little bitch and announce that you're coming for me. But then damn, thinking a bit hypocritical right now? That's fine because I am damn hurt about what you said.. So damn hurt that you announced it to live television and not to me directly! Where is that sense of 'good'? Ahah see what I did there! But anyways, I'm.. Oh yes! Jack Noble, there is the problem of him.." "We covered that.." "As I was saying damnit! I'm glad you're coming for me. Because, and this is directed at you, when you get here I'm going to bury you alive. I will make you wish you'd taken pride that you finished second behind me. This is not an empty threat, you, me, the fucking ring, the place where it counts! You better fucking prepare Shawn. Because you've met a fucking cyclone, and I ain't taking you to Kansas.. Peace out motherfucker!"
Scar drops the microphone as he begins twitching frantically, slowly edging his way out of the ring and back up the entrance ramp to leave. His movements are slowly and occasionally he lets out grunts which would only be heard in the act of vigorous torture. A large yell echoes around and repeats in everyone's ears as a new voice is heard, "The Animal is fucking Unleashed!"
I have so many questions for what just went on..
Shawn better watch out, this is a whole new side of Scar.. Matt.. That psycho!
Oh so he's a psycho now? Not a hunk of meat?
He's CRAZY! er..
OOC: Tried a new approach, I thought it was pretty crap but I'm open to feedback
Also doesn't help I've been writing this at 2AM D:
~EoT~
Why didn't he announce this after his match?
Settle down! He probably forgot, lot on his plate that one.
Scar raises his head and looks around, finally finding an official and signalling him over, Scar mumbles at the man to get him a microphone before he tears his limbs off. The man does so instantaneously and begins to back away after giving it to him. Scar grips the microphone firmly as he goes back to the middle of the EVPW logo, "Ha.. My blood is still here!" Scar admires this for a moment before finally getting back on track, "Matt, get out here." "Haha yes sir! Wow! Still there? Damn that's fucking HILARIOUS!" The psychotic giant stops for a moment, admiring the mess of crimson covering the prestigious logo. Eventually he snaps out of it and looks up with a gigantic grin, "Haha WHAT A FUCKING MATCH! Am I right or am I absolutely right?"
So enigmatic.. Could make a man swoon!
The man just admired his own blood! What is your fucking problem?!
"Ah yes I almost forgot! I'm rather forgetful I swear it.. Now where was I. Something about the number two.. Something about laughing.." "Dreamer" "Right you are! What a fucking load of horse crap! TWO?! TWO?! MOTHERFUCKING TWO?! Good? Evil? AND?! MOTHERFUCKING AND?! Wow.. The only thing that is two, is you! Ha see I can fucking rhyme hotshot, what can you do? Oh that's right, you can lose! You're an embarrassment and I think that you holding the Knockout Title is just a disgrace to it's prestige. Oh how I'd love to school you once more and take that title for you, hell I think I'd beat you and give the title away to somebody else! Just the satisfaction of destroying you is good enough for me. But I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being paired up against somebody such as myself. That's why, that stoner.. Jack Noble. He'd better be ready. Because we're coming after him and we're going to show him that his little position ain't so glorious."
It's official! He's going after Noble.
What an idiot, he expects to face up against noble? What a short end to his almost promising career.
Harsh. I hope he beats Noble just to show you that good guys finish last..
"Now there is the little predicament of him being locked up like a fuckwit.. Well. I can live with that because I've got all the damn time in the world. OH SHIT! Back onto my two statement. Two of us? Says you. Maybe there is one of me and I like mixing things up! Maybe there is fifty of us and only two are savvy to show. Don't go assuming things, you'll live better. Good? Evil? I don't rate things as such. There is me and there is somebody else. I do things based on what I need to do, you want to classify it as good or evil? Ha be my guest but it just goes to show how narrow minded you are!" "Calm down.." "You're right.. He just pisses me off to no end." "Everyone can hear us.."
"Now back to that shit! Your little act, you just proved how hurt you are from it. A real man would've just sucked it up and proved it in the ring, not gone and made accusations like a little bitch and announce that you're coming for me. But then damn, thinking a bit hypocritical right now? That's fine because I am damn hurt about what you said.. So damn hurt that you announced it to live television and not to me directly! Where is that sense of 'good'? Ahah see what I did there! But anyways, I'm.. Oh yes! Jack Noble, there is the problem of him.." "We covered that.." "As I was saying damnit! I'm glad you're coming for me. Because, and this is directed at you, when you get here I'm going to bury you alive. I will make you wish you'd taken pride that you finished second behind me. This is not an empty threat, you, me, the fucking ring, the place where it counts! You better fucking prepare Shawn. Because you've met a fucking cyclone, and I ain't taking you to Kansas.. Peace out motherfucker!"
Scar drops the microphone as he begins twitching frantically, slowly edging his way out of the ring and back up the entrance ramp to leave. His movements are slowly and occasionally he lets out grunts which would only be heard in the act of vigorous torture. A large yell echoes around and repeats in everyone's ears as a new voice is heard, "The Animal is fucking Unleashed!"
I have so many questions for what just went on..
Shawn better watch out, this is a whole new side of Scar.. Matt.. That psycho!
Oh so he's a psycho now? Not a hunk of meat?
He's CRAZY! er..
OOC: Tried a new approach, I thought it was pretty crap but I'm open to feedback
Also doesn't help I've been writing this at 2AM D:~EoT~
