Post by Cameron Massey on Dec 14, 2009 2:15:17 GMT -4
After the carnage from Pyro vs Seraphiel is done and cleaned up the best it can be by the underpaid stagehands, the program takes a break to allow the viewers at home to enjoy some promos hyping up the later matches. While that takes place, the fans inside the venue watch the stagehands work tirelessly breaking down the ring and setting up the "What The Fuck Match". They applaud as the final tank of parana are dumped into the swimming pool. Those watching from the comfort of their homes savor the last promo of Vladimir and Dave Carter having words, then the feeds goes blank for a moment. When it bursts back to life, Trix and Sang are seen, with howling fans yelling and waving behind them.
Sang: I can't believe they are actually going to go through with this. I think Cameron tossed this idea in as a sarcastic joke, but EVPW management actually took it seriously and now here we are.
Trix: I love new ideas and things of adventure, but even I have to say this is ludicrous.
"Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit revs up, whirling the audience into a wave of boos. The starving young wolf, Cameron Massey, steps up from behind the curtain, letting it drift off of him dramatically. The camera is there to greet him and the brash young stud smirks, lifting a hand from behind his back to show off a empty milk carton. Upon more zooming in, the lens picks up the likeness of Matthew Oliveira printed on it, with the words, "MISSING: Have you seen this man? Matthew Oliveira, last seen getting knocked the fuck out by Vladimir Strife in a cage.", boldly displayed. He tosses the homoligized cartoon aside and cockily grins, still relishing in his upset victory over the Genius, a man whom he claims is a stranger in his own skin now.
Porter: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the "WHAT THE FUCK MATCH"! The rules and match description, although utterly insane, are as follows. A canker sore pulled from a random fan just moments ago has been wrapped in barbed wire and suspended on a pole directly above me, 47.9 feet into the air. In order to get to it, you must pin your opponent for a three count first, then draw first blood, then send him through a table in oder to be eligible to use the ladders. If someone makes it that far, he will have to use both ladders, placing one on top of the other, to climb to the pole. However, a timer will be set and if you don't make it within 2 minutes and 24 seconds, the ladders will explode with rigged charges, plunging you into the swimming pool. And inside the pool are hundreds of meat eating parana and human fecal matter. As you can see, the turnbuckles have been replaces with live Hornets nests and the ropes are covered with tiny knick-knacks bought from the local Concord flea market. Now, allow me to take a breath..... OK, introducing first, weighting 228 pounds and hailing from Wickmore, Kansas. He is the brains behind this match, CAMERON! MASSEY!
The Kid from Kansas walks slowly down the path to the ring. His gaunt features remain poised on the ring, no badgering the fans, yet no catering to them either. Near the ring he turns to the left before being pulled into them by a group of swooning teenage female fans. Security swoops in quickly but Cameron motions them away as they rub on his body a little bit and give miss-aimed kisses along his cheeks. Massey finally pulls himself away. Dressed in a pair of black and gold wrestling trunks, matching boots and pads, with wrists taped to perfection, the hungry young lion waits. His lyrics then cease as he stands outside of the hellish things, far side, yearning, starving to steal the show and add another notch onto his belt of legacy.
TBCB Austin.
Sang: I can't believe they are actually going to go through with this. I think Cameron tossed this idea in as a sarcastic joke, but EVPW management actually took it seriously and now here we are.
Trix: I love new ideas and things of adventure, but even I have to say this is ludicrous.
"Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit revs up, whirling the audience into a wave of boos. The starving young wolf, Cameron Massey, steps up from behind the curtain, letting it drift off of him dramatically. The camera is there to greet him and the brash young stud smirks, lifting a hand from behind his back to show off a empty milk carton. Upon more zooming in, the lens picks up the likeness of Matthew Oliveira printed on it, with the words, "MISSING: Have you seen this man? Matthew Oliveira, last seen getting knocked the fuck out by Vladimir Strife in a cage.", boldly displayed. He tosses the homoligized cartoon aside and cockily grins, still relishing in his upset victory over the Genius, a man whom he claims is a stranger in his own skin now.
Porter: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the "WHAT THE FUCK MATCH"! The rules and match description, although utterly insane, are as follows. A canker sore pulled from a random fan just moments ago has been wrapped in barbed wire and suspended on a pole directly above me, 47.9 feet into the air. In order to get to it, you must pin your opponent for a three count first, then draw first blood, then send him through a table in oder to be eligible to use the ladders. If someone makes it that far, he will have to use both ladders, placing one on top of the other, to climb to the pole. However, a timer will be set and if you don't make it within 2 minutes and 24 seconds, the ladders will explode with rigged charges, plunging you into the swimming pool. And inside the pool are hundreds of meat eating parana and human fecal matter. As you can see, the turnbuckles have been replaces with live Hornets nests and the ropes are covered with tiny knick-knacks bought from the local Concord flea market. Now, allow me to take a breath..... OK, introducing first, weighting 228 pounds and hailing from Wickmore, Kansas. He is the brains behind this match, CAMERON! MASSEY!
The Kid from Kansas walks slowly down the path to the ring. His gaunt features remain poised on the ring, no badgering the fans, yet no catering to them either. Near the ring he turns to the left before being pulled into them by a group of swooning teenage female fans. Security swoops in quickly but Cameron motions them away as they rub on his body a little bit and give miss-aimed kisses along his cheeks. Massey finally pulls himself away. Dressed in a pair of black and gold wrestling trunks, matching boots and pads, with wrists taped to perfection, the hungry young lion waits. His lyrics then cease as he stands outside of the hellish things, far side, yearning, starving to steal the show and add another notch onto his belt of legacy.
TBCB Austin.
