Post by Ciles Gorey on Jan 31, 2014 17:01:52 GMT -4
Just as the fans recover from the prior match and once again settle into their seats accordion music fills the venue.
The man mountain emerges from the back, face-paint immaculately applied (but then again, why wouldn't it be?) a shit-eating grin twisting the face of a children's entertainer that the competitor chooses to identify with. The purple, heavy-duty cotton trench coat flows behind as Terr marches down the entrance ramp, his split tongue flickering from his mouth like that of the serpent it is fashioned after.
"Here's Jessie!"
"Your Jack Nicholson impression certainly hasn't improved over the holiday season.
"And you haven't lost your good ol' southern sarcasm either Jimmy.
Captain Aberrant slithers in underneath the bottom rope and slides his way to the centre of the ring, next to where the unfortunate Lizzie Morna stands. Shuffling back and forth in rapid semicircles on his forelimbs Spyro the Clown looks over his environment before propelling himself up to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on release from Bedlam Mental Hospital in England, he weighs three hundred and twenty pounds. He stands at seven feet tall. Patient number eight double nine foouuur... JESSSSS... TERR!"
The mention of his name causes the snake-tongued sadist's head to whip around, his eyes lock onto miss Morna causing her some mild discomfort. He flashes his teeth as he feeds Lizzie a sadistic smile and peels his jacket away from his body. Without breaking his focus he holds his jacket out, almost as if it is a gift to the young ring announcer. When she makes no visible effort to receive the present, The Ripper's smirk drops into a scowl as he relinquishes his grip upon the garment and lets it fall down to the canvas. Using his boot he shuffles the heap of clothing out of the ring, and takes a seat atop the turnbuckle just waiting for his turn to inflict some sort of pain upon another living soul.
TBCB: Scally
The man mountain emerges from the back, face-paint immaculately applied (but then again, why wouldn't it be?) a shit-eating grin twisting the face of a children's entertainer that the competitor chooses to identify with. The purple, heavy-duty cotton trench coat flows behind as Terr marches down the entrance ramp, his split tongue flickering from his mouth like that of the serpent it is fashioned after.
"Here's Jessie!"
"Your Jack Nicholson impression certainly hasn't improved over the holiday season.
"And you haven't lost your good ol' southern sarcasm either Jimmy.
Captain Aberrant slithers in underneath the bottom rope and slides his way to the centre of the ring, next to where the unfortunate Lizzie Morna stands. Shuffling back and forth in rapid semicircles on his forelimbs Spyro the Clown looks over his environment before propelling himself up to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on release from Bedlam Mental Hospital in England, he weighs three hundred and twenty pounds. He stands at seven feet tall. Patient number eight double nine foouuur... JESSSSS... TERR!"
The mention of his name causes the snake-tongued sadist's head to whip around, his eyes lock onto miss Morna causing her some mild discomfort. He flashes his teeth as he feeds Lizzie a sadistic smile and peels his jacket away from his body. Without breaking his focus he holds his jacket out, almost as if it is a gift to the young ring announcer. When she makes no visible effort to receive the present, The Ripper's smirk drops into a scowl as he relinquishes his grip upon the garment and lets it fall down to the canvas. Using his boot he shuffles the heap of clothing out of the ring, and takes a seat atop the turnbuckle just waiting for his turn to inflict some sort of pain upon another living soul.
TBCB: Scally
