Post by The Masked Superstar on Jul 22, 2021 16:34:07 GMT -5
The sound of the crowd cheering through a speaker echoes throughout the smokey Nakoya dojo. POISON is on his knees infront of a television set. A old man in a Ju Jitsu Gi waddles around with a kendo stick as POISON watches the television.
“ The debuting superstar shows no signs of fear as he grabs his chair and takes it with him as he locked inside the glass chamber.”
The old man begins to speak to the silent POISON.
“You started off good. Good press, good spirit and too top it off…good talent.”
Until it stops at Mondo’s chamber.
The lack of expression in Mondo’s eyes is frightening as he emerges, fresh….with a steel chair in hand.
Thunder’s eyes grow wide as he sees the monster in his path, so he scurries away, but Mondo is in and whacks Billy in the face with the steel chair!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! Mondo making his debut with a statement!
Mondo grips his chair tightly and proceeds to bash the steel on the body of Napoleon!
The masked wrestler opens the chair and places it in the center of the mat and then grabs the bald head of The Cleaner.
Irish whip and – BAM!
The old man raises the kendo stick and thwacks POISON’s back, but POISON doesn’t take his eyes off the television. The old man waddles around again before beginning to speak.
“The fans didn’t care for you, but that didn’t bother you… You had one goal… Winning!”
In one fell swoop, Mondo lifts Thunder off the chamber….
Alecia Matthews: OH…..MY…..
- and spikes him onto the mat with a Tiger Driver!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!! THUNDER’S DEAD!!!!
Maxwell Dachs: Welcome to the WFWF, Mondo!
The old man lifts up the kendo stick again, and thwacks POISON’s back once again but this time harder. The old man lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. POISON begins to say something.
“I tried my …..” THWACK!
The old man hits POISON with the kendo stick to shut him up, the old man begins to speak.
”YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You don’t talk until I let you, understood?”
POISON nods, and The old man watches the television with POISON.
As soon as Napoleon turns around, Mondo winds back…
CRASH!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!
The Manchester crowd all groan at the sight of a steel chair bent over Napoleon’s head as his body becomes limp again!
Mondo flips him over, throwing his body over Napoleons!
1!
2!
3!
The old man begins to speak again, and points to the screen with cigarette in hand.
“You even scored an elimination! You had only a few more men to eliminate, but you couldn’t. You are a failure!”
Alecia Matthews: CAMERON STONE JUST WRAPPED THE CHAIR AROUND MONDO’S HEAD!!
That last shot rings through The Manchester Arena like a gunshot as Mondo falls face first on the mat, his arms and legs sprawled away from him.
Not wasting any time, Cameron Stone throws himself atop of Mondo!
1!
2!
3!
Christa Adina: Poison MONDO has been eliminated!
The old man swings the kendo stick against POISON’s back again. The old man is filled with rage. The old man begins to speak again.
“I’ve got you another match! ONE MORE!”
The old man swings the kendo stick even harder this time, POISON winces in pain. The old man notices POISON hurting.
“Are you weak? Are you weak!? You can’t win in New York if you are a weak mule.”
The old man begins unleashing a fury of kendo stick shots on POISON’s back. POISON falls onto his stomach, and the old man keeps hitting him, eventually drawing blood. The old man stops at the sign of blood, and throws the kendo stick down.
“Get up like the man I trained you to be! Clean yourself up and get ready we are training to four in the morning. New York is coming up and we need to take this seriously.
The old man waddles into his office to finish off his cigarette. POISON pushes himself up and stumbles to the washrooms. POISON closes the door behind him and looks into the mirror at himself.
…
..
.
POISON headbutts the mirror and breaks it, POISON lets out a very angry yell and begins punching the mirror.
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
PUNCH
“YOU SON OF A ****”
PUNCH
“CHRIS PRICELESS! YOU ARE DONE!”
POISON punches the mirror one last time knocking it off the wall, and takes a few deep breathes. POISON looks down at his hands which are now all cut up and covered in blood.
..
..
..
POISON walks into the shower to clean the blood off himself for his training session.
“ The debuting superstar shows no signs of fear as he grabs his chair and takes it with him as he locked inside the glass chamber.”
The old man begins to speak to the silent POISON.
“You started off good. Good press, good spirit and too top it off…good talent.”
Until it stops at Mondo’s chamber.
The lack of expression in Mondo’s eyes is frightening as he emerges, fresh….with a steel chair in hand.
Thunder’s eyes grow wide as he sees the monster in his path, so he scurries away, but Mondo is in and whacks Billy in the face with the steel chair!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! Mondo making his debut with a statement!
Mondo grips his chair tightly and proceeds to bash the steel on the body of Napoleon!
The masked wrestler opens the chair and places it in the center of the mat and then grabs the bald head of The Cleaner.
Irish whip and – BAM!
The old man raises the kendo stick and thwacks POISON’s back, but POISON doesn’t take his eyes off the television. The old man waddles around again before beginning to speak.
“The fans didn’t care for you, but that didn’t bother you… You had one goal… Winning!”
In one fell swoop, Mondo lifts Thunder off the chamber….
Alecia Matthews: OH…..MY…..
- and spikes him onto the mat with a Tiger Driver!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!! THUNDER’S DEAD!!!!
Maxwell Dachs: Welcome to the WFWF, Mondo!
The old man lifts up the kendo stick again, and thwacks POISON’s back once again but this time harder. The old man lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. POISON begins to say something.
“I tried my …..” THWACK!
The old man hits POISON with the kendo stick to shut him up, the old man begins to speak.
”YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You don’t talk until I let you, understood?”
POISON nods, and The old man watches the television with POISON.
As soon as Napoleon turns around, Mondo winds back…
CRASH!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!
The Manchester crowd all groan at the sight of a steel chair bent over Napoleon’s head as his body becomes limp again!
Mondo flips him over, throwing his body over Napoleons!
1!
2!
3!
The old man begins to speak again, and points to the screen with cigarette in hand.
“You even scored an elimination! You had only a few more men to eliminate, but you couldn’t. You are a failure!”
Alecia Matthews: CAMERON STONE JUST WRAPPED THE CHAIR AROUND MONDO’S HEAD!!
That last shot rings through The Manchester Arena like a gunshot as Mondo falls face first on the mat, his arms and legs sprawled away from him.
Not wasting any time, Cameron Stone throws himself atop of Mondo!
1!
2!
3!
Christa Adina: Poison MONDO has been eliminated!
The old man swings the kendo stick against POISON’s back again. The old man is filled with rage. The old man begins to speak again.
“I’ve got you another match! ONE MORE!”
The old man swings the kendo stick even harder this time, POISON winces in pain. The old man notices POISON hurting.
“Are you weak? Are you weak!? You can’t win in New York if you are a weak mule.”
The old man begins unleashing a fury of kendo stick shots on POISON’s back. POISON falls onto his stomach, and the old man keeps hitting him, eventually drawing blood. The old man stops at the sign of blood, and throws the kendo stick down.
“Get up like the man I trained you to be! Clean yourself up and get ready we are training to four in the morning. New York is coming up and we need to take this seriously.
The old man waddles into his office to finish off his cigarette. POISON pushes himself up and stumbles to the washrooms. POISON closes the door behind him and looks into the mirror at himself.
…
..
.
POISON headbutts the mirror and breaks it, POISON lets out a very angry yell and begins punching the mirror.
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
PUNCH
“YOU SON OF A ****”
PUNCH
“CHRIS PRICELESS! YOU ARE DONE!”
POISON punches the mirror one last time knocking it off the wall, and takes a few deep breathes. POISON looks down at his hands which are now all cut up and covered in blood.
..
..
..
POISON walks into the shower to clean the blood off himself for his training session.
