Post by The Mortition on Dec 27, 2008 17:58:30 GMT -5
[Its just a normal day in the halls of the Hardcore Wrestling Society. One day before the second edition of Sacrafice since HWS got revamped. Everyone seems to be attending the arena, for different things such as autograph signings, promos and dark matches to entertian the fans, and/or just lounging around in the back. The Mortition is part of the thrid catigory, lounging around in the back. He is in his locker room watching some videos from last Sacrafice and past HWS from the beginning of the year. He is watching a lot of things, mostly clips of his next opponent Johnny Ace. He sees some impressive stuff, but nothing to be overly worried about. After a few minutes of nothing but tape, he gets up and grabs some Coca Cola, his drink of choice, and goes to sit back down but has someone knocking at his door. He walks over and opens the door, and sees that its some HWS staff employee.]
[He gets cut off by Mortition slamming the door in his face which is usualy a big fat "NO!". In this case, it was. Ten minutes pass. Mortition is bored on his couch with a few smashed coke cans strewn about. He seems bored. So then he walks out of his locker room and walks down the hall for a few moments. He takes a little peek out of the entrance ramp, and theres a few lowly fans fighting. So without warning he goes down the ramp and grabs a microphone from the announcers. He gets himself in the ring somehow and knocks the two fans over the ropes.]
[He lowers the microphone for a minute and lets the fans soak that in. Some are cheering, some are booing. One of the fans that were fighting in the ring before was so knocked up, he was crazy, and stupid enough, to enter the ring with The Mortition. As he approaches the big man. The Mortition puts his hand on his head so he doesn't go anywhere. He lifts the microphone back up and speaks into it with his other hand.]
[He drops the microphone and kicks the fan hard in the stomache. He is lifted a little bit and then drops to his knees, but then The Mortition picks him back up to a virticle base. Mortition kicks him in the gut one more time, and shoves his head in between his legs. Mortition looks up at some Johnny Ace fans and quickly flicks them off, as he picks the fan up. It is looking like a powerbomb. While in mid-air, The Mortition switches his hands to go around the neck of the fan and sits down while basically pouding the fan through the ring. It was a Powerbomb lift into a sitout Choke Bomb, and that is not fan at all. The fan went literally through the ring, and there is a giant hole there. The big Mortition gets back up with the microphone again and speaks one last time.]
[He takes the microphone away from his mouth and looks at the fan through the giant hole he made. He slams down the microphone down the hole, hitting the fan right in the area on a man's body that you don't want to be hit. The slam looked like what some football players do when they get a touchdown. Mortition was, however, a spectacular linebacker in high school and college. He walks back to the locker room area to this theme music of "American Badass" by Kid Rock, and then it goes to a commercial break.]
HWS Employee
Hey dude, I'm the janitor. Can I just-
Hey dude, I'm the janitor. Can I just-
[He gets cut off by Mortition slamming the door in his face which is usualy a big fat "NO!". In this case, it was. Ten minutes pass. Mortition is bored on his couch with a few smashed coke cans strewn about. He seems bored. So then he walks out of his locker room and walks down the hall for a few moments. He takes a little peek out of the entrance ramp, and theres a few lowly fans fighting. So without warning he goes down the ramp and grabs a microphone from the announcers. He gets himself in the ring somehow and knocks the two fans over the ropes.]
The Mortition
No one wants to see you two lowly fans in a match no one cares about. But I'm out here now to talk about a match that people do care about. A classic face versus heel match. Champion versus Champion, if I may add. The match is non other than Mister Johnny "I Can't Beat An Egg" Ace. You see, I heard that Ace has only held two measley World Titles in the three federations he's been in. I, on the other hand, have held four World Titles in the five federation's I have been in. And for both of us, that one last title to complete our reigns in the HWS World Title. For him? Not happening. For me? You better all damn believe its going to happen. Johnny Ace is a small... little kid in my eyes, around 5th or 6th grade. I am 7 foot 4. I am around 435 or so pounds. Whats this little whimpy kid gonna do to me? Not much except be annoying like some fly. If Johnny thinks he can stand any kind of chance against a benemoth like me, he has another thing coming. And its not just a horrible defeat.
No one wants to see you two lowly fans in a match no one cares about. But I'm out here now to talk about a match that people do care about. A classic face versus heel match. Champion versus Champion, if I may add. The match is non other than Mister Johnny "I Can't Beat An Egg" Ace. You see, I heard that Ace has only held two measley World Titles in the three federations he's been in. I, on the other hand, have held four World Titles in the five federation's I have been in. And for both of us, that one last title to complete our reigns in the HWS World Title. For him? Not happening. For me? You better all damn believe its going to happen. Johnny Ace is a small... little kid in my eyes, around 5th or 6th grade. I am 7 foot 4. I am around 435 or so pounds. Whats this little whimpy kid gonna do to me? Not much except be annoying like some fly. If Johnny thinks he can stand any kind of chance against a benemoth like me, he has another thing coming. And its not just a horrible defeat.
[He lowers the microphone for a minute and lets the fans soak that in. Some are cheering, some are booing. One of the fans that were fighting in the ring before was so knocked up, he was crazy, and stupid enough, to enter the ring with The Mortition. As he approaches the big man. The Mortition puts his hand on his head so he doesn't go anywhere. He lifts the microphone back up and speaks into it with his other hand.]
The Mortition
Not only is a horrible defeat coming Ace's way, this is also coming his way later tonight. I call this little number.... The Deathwish.
Not only is a horrible defeat coming Ace's way, this is also coming his way later tonight. I call this little number.... The Deathwish.
[He drops the microphone and kicks the fan hard in the stomache. He is lifted a little bit and then drops to his knees, but then The Mortition picks him back up to a virticle base. Mortition kicks him in the gut one more time, and shoves his head in between his legs. Mortition looks up at some Johnny Ace fans and quickly flicks them off, as he picks the fan up. It is looking like a powerbomb. While in mid-air, The Mortition switches his hands to go around the neck of the fan and sits down while basically pouding the fan through the ring. It was a Powerbomb lift into a sitout Choke Bomb, and that is not fan at all. The fan went literally through the ring, and there is a giant hole there. The big Mortition gets back up with the microphone again and speaks one last time.]
The Mortition
As you can see, if I hit the Deathwish on little Johnny Boy, I'll put him through the ring. Hell, if I give him a tap on the back that will be enough force to put him through the ring or at least take his breath away. And that wasn't even half of my power, I just flung him down. Whats going to happen when I use all of my power and brute force on Johnny? Eh... We shall see. *Slight Pause* Mortition out.
As you can see, if I hit the Deathwish on little Johnny Boy, I'll put him through the ring. Hell, if I give him a tap on the back that will be enough force to put him through the ring or at least take his breath away. And that wasn't even half of my power, I just flung him down. Whats going to happen when I use all of my power and brute force on Johnny? Eh... We shall see. *Slight Pause* Mortition out.
[He takes the microphone away from his mouth and looks at the fan through the giant hole he made. He slams down the microphone down the hole, hitting the fan right in the area on a man's body that you don't want to be hit. The slam looked like what some football players do when they get a touchdown. Mortition was, however, a spectacular linebacker in high school and college. He walks back to the locker room area to this theme music of "American Badass" by Kid Rock, and then it goes to a commercial break.]
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