Post by Alkertraz on Oct 17, 2011 13:31:08 GMT -5
The scene opens inside what is set to be an historic night in Ground Zero. Inside the venue for the most anticipated event of the year Final Encounter. With a capacity that would put a gladiatorial occasion to shame it stands to be nothing but a spectacle. The atmosphere is busy with hundreds of staff clambering equipment, finishing off sets and overall there to make sure it all goes off without a hitch. The conversation and a cent in that air is what can only be described as excitement and promise. As the camera pans revealing the venue in all it’s glory above the ring hangs the structure of destruction, standing just over 20ft and weighing in at 3 tons of skin shredding, unforgiving steel, it’s daunting image needs no introduction. It’s the most sadistic structure to ever be erected and it’s history and origins are known the world over and speak for themselves, It has laid claim to more victims than any other. As the camera continues to pan Alkertraz is sitting on a steel chair on the top of the steel run way also known as the gorilla position. As the camera zooms in Alkertraz wastes no time addressing his follow main event competitors.
Alkertraz – “Amanda, It’s not hard to decipher why you called yourself “The Fallen”, bar Jimmy Jacobs it’s like a collaboration of the superstars who constantly get beat in this company. You have more members of your alliance on a loose to win ration than a win to lose one and now naming your group “The Fallen” makes total sense for everyone. And just for clarification and to show I’ve done my home work, let me now read out the top three dictionary results for the word “Fallen”. One!... Having sunk in reputation or honour. Well, to start you’s never had a reputation in which to sustain so you kept that flame alive. And honour, if you ever had any integrity or morals, they died along with your career when you claimed to be a top flight contender in this business. If anyone should lead the fight of “The Fallen” and be in that ring come the main event it should be Jimmy Jacobs and the sad thing Amanda is, you know it!...”
“Two!... Killed in battle with glory!... Well you can’t doubt your heart even though it’s black so you will battle till the end, but glory? I bet even your drones struggle to praise you, because what exactly have you achieved since forming this little excuse of a stable? Oh, that’s right, absolutely nothing!... Three!... Defeated!... If any word speaks volumes about your situation and sums up your faction, it’s defeated. And let’s not stand on ceremony Amanda why don’t you just call your group “The Defeated” and be done with it?!... Because the only reason you put together what has to be one of the worst stables in wrestling history and the laughing stock of the past decade which you so gracefully named “The Fallen” was so you had someone to fight your battles for you. But all you have managed to achieve is your namesake. And Jimmy Jacobs on a passing note, do yourself a favour and hand your notice in because they fallen is just going to keep falling.”
Alkertraz adjusts the World title on his shoulder before continuing.
Alkertraz - “And if Amanda asks after crying and loosing her greatest prospect what she is going to do about your spot, threat not Jimmy I got the man just for the job to replace you, he goes by the name of Ryan Kendrick and he will know more about loosing than you so it all balances out!. And who knows maybe they can change there names to a more accurate name The Insane Clown Pussy’s. That way they can all wear clown make up and confirm being as big of a joke as they currently are!... And Ryan Kendrick to address you fully, our history speaks for itself and if I stood here and didn’t mention your name it wouldn’t be out of disrespect it would be due to the fact whether I mention it or not, whether I trash talk your name or your person when it comes down to it, if I gave you a 10 minutes promo or stood in silence and told a story with my eyes, come Final Encounter I have you beat before I step foot inside that cell. I have your number and I’ve redialled it and ended that call enough times for you to know I have nothing to prove to you and being as respectful as I can, you shouldn’t even be in the same ring with me, so carry on chasing Omega because your best bet at competing against me ever again is to beat him.”
Alkertraz sniggers slightly in what can only be described as “yeah, sure that’s going to happen” expression.
Alkertraz - “Omega we just can’t seem to avoid each other, it’s like out paths of destiny are aligned whether we destroy it or choose to ignore it the fact still remains, no matter what we do about it we unwillingly end up in the squared circle together. Maybe there’s a reason for it, maybe it’s just a coincidence or maybe it’s someone trying to mess with our heads, either way the inevitable will rear it’s ugly head come Final Encounter, and once again I will look across the ring at a man who can’t string a sentence together without dramatically pausing for effect or shouting each and every other word like it’s going to make you seem more sadistic or even make people pay attention. Well you should know it makes you sound like you have a nervous stutter and it makes it no more intense. And I’m glad you have clarified how much pain your feeling horny for, because tonight you are about to receive an unworldly amount of pain and I can tell you for free, so put your money away you wont be enjoying a damn second of it!...”
Alkertraz stands taking the gold from his shoulder and just rests it as his side, he turns on the spot looking deep into what will be the colosseum that holds the biggest battle of Ground Zero to date. Taking in his surroundings with a deep breath his attention turns back to the camera.
Alkertraz - “And you can convey and preach to the quire about how you once ruled this Kingdom with an iron fist and about the God you once was but it speaks for itself, you “once” ruled all, you “once” was God, and you “once” had an iron fist you probably stuck up your own ass, it’s all past tense Omega, for the reason it’s all in the past, it’s all former glory, it’s all just a story you can repeat to whatever rookie or jobber will listen to it, those who actually believe you’re a “GOD” when time elapses and you not becoming champion comes to pass and your actually as old as you look you can bore your grandkids with it. For now I’ve had enough of the same old story and your gums flapping and more sense coming from the spit than the words you make. Your so busy trying to convince people of what you was, rather than what you can be you have blinded yourself from what really matters. Why didn't the skeleton turn up at Final Encounter?, He didn't have the guts!...”
Alkertraz looks at the structure that will seal his fate and he full well knows that fate will only be met with pain and anguish. He has met it’s demise before but on the most part had also been it’s victor but neither time had he left the man he entered and there has been no meeting without knowing it’s purpose and it’s career threatening presence.
Alkertraz – “Carnage, your damn right it’s no coincidence the week the tapings of Hot Spot went out on air where I praised you to the hilt that the following live show Xion Zero’s had you in the main event. And I’m glad you addressed and confirmed that’s exactly what happened and exactly why you got put into the main event standings from then on and how this opportunity accrued at Final Encounter and I don’t expect a thanks or the common courtesy for you to do anything, but for you to know that it’s due to me, I wouldn’t say I made you Carnage because sooner or later you was due your shot, but I at least saved you 6 months to a year of fighting for what I gave you over night. And I will never regret doing so because for me I don’t want to be World Champion if I don’t get the opportunity to face the Worlds best in order to do so. But that being said…”
“Don’t think I didn’t see your promo homo, this isn’t match.com, you might as well have sat yourself in front of a hand held camera and sent Victor Phillips a little love message, “Oh, Victor “5th grade maths teacher” Phillips we have so much in common you and I, will you please come to my love dungeon and spank me like a naughty student.” I’m guessing by “good challenge” you meant good seeing too. You might as well have lubed him for a dirty massage the amount you rubbed his ego. And I quote “We can even go more extreme with the selection of toys we have at our disposal, bed of nails, light bulbs and everything else you can think off” Damn Carnage you are one kinky son of a bitch!... And your not as “rare of a breed” as you think Carnage their called homosexuals, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And if you love him you don’t have to speak in code Carnage just open up to the man… And not in that way!... And I’ll be getting to you soon enough, I haven’t forgot about you Victor Phillips, Carnage certainly hasn’t…”
“Carnage, I could hold this microphone to a camels ass, let it fart and it would entertain the fans more than your droning, monotone, boring ass voice talking about destruction, being a monster and being a meaner menace to society than Dennis . The only destruction you cause is to the ratings of this show when you start flapping them gums and the people at home become comatose, fall to sleep land on their remotes and change the channels even when asleep just to avoid words coming from your mouth. And as far as being a menace goes the only threat of evil you enforce is “attempting”, and you will notice the emphasise on the word “attempt” there, to re-enact the hay day of The Undertaker. Because if I ever see a carbon copy, no that’s too respectful, duplicate? No, that’s justifying the means, replica? Somewhat, but that’s giving you too much credit. Imitation, ah, imitation now there’s a word that if it don’t tickle my fancy will at least ruffle a few feathers… “
“You’re a fake, you’re a counterfeit, your like an experiment that depending on how you look at it, and that would be from a blind mans perspective and mine, either or way you still suck but from the blind man you at least have the voice in your favour which could at least throw a few votes your way on the other hand then there’s my perspective and for argument sakes the only one that matters. So listen you generic 300 pound, bondage, PVC wearing, I don’t know hair clippers from a bayonet rifle, 6’6 I wish I was Hannibal, stick me in a straight jacket because I’m kinda kinky like that, mask wearing so you can’t see my ugly pasty face, Kane and Chyna’s love child you might be able to take one or two more bumps and bruises than me because you ain’t got much going on upstairs but I can guarantee you this, you will never be able to look me in eye and tell me with absolute conviction your better than me without just that slightest bit of doubt deep down inside and that my friend is why you will never beat me!...”
Alkertraz turns away from the camera for what looks like no particular reason and then turns back still with no significant reason for doing so.
Alkertraz – “Victor, Victor, Victor, the moment we have all been waiting for is finally upon us and don’t get me wrong our brief but successful little encounter last week was as respectful as two dudes can be leading into one of the biggest events and matches of our careers. We did everything we said we would and probably more, and if anything set the bar as high as it can possible be and will continue to do so… We are men of our own standing and for you to set aside everything that is and what could be and come to me and speak to me man to man for a more just course such as adding a win to our records. Put everything aside with complete knowledge that it will lead to us facing off for the biggest prize in the business. For that I show nothing but utter respect and I salute you!... BUT!... And there’s always a but, you are still a threat to my position, you are still a man baying for my blood and most importantly and what it’s really all about is the gold with my name printed across the front. Which leads me swiftly on to why the pleasantries end here!...”
“Man of the hour?, that’s cute, you come up with that all by yourself? Victor, being the man of the hour would suggest or if you will, associate to the term coined by Andy Warhol “ in the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes” 15 minuets of fame?, I mean that’s what your getting at right?. The thing is I’m kinda enjoying my 15 minuets, I’ve kinda come round to the whole being World Champion and I would even go as far as to say I’m having the best damn time of my life which goes without saying I don’t plan on that changing anytime soon!... And I don’t know what time scale your on, or how long your days last but the last time I checked, me being champion if it is just for an hour long, will be the longest, most miserable, frustrating damn hour of your life!... It’s going to be like ground hog day for the Phillips, waking up each and everyday and having to come to the realisation again and again that I’m still the champion…”
“And you want to talk about thrones, let me tell you a little story about thrones, or let me just show you, after all actions speak louder than words right? recognise this throne?...”
Alkertraz lifts into camera shot the steel chair prop Victor Phillips used in his promo earlier that day. With Alkertraz’s name clearly crossed out and “Our” written in it’s place. Alkertraz nod’s with a slightly impressed smile. The smile turns slightly knowing as Alkertraz instantly begins doing what is necessary to smash the chair to pieces, slamming it into each and every object in sight the steel chair distorts and deforms within itself leaving the chair as unrecognisable as possible. Alkertraz wastes no time raising the chair once again to the camera with a satisfied smile on his face revealing it’s new form in all it’s not so former glory.
Alkertraz - “You see Victor weather it’s a steal chair or the royal chair the Queens ass sits on whilst munching on crumpets and sipping on tea, it’s STILL my throne, my throne to destroy and my throne to sit on and be recognized as thee Ground Zero World Champion so you carry on writing your name on bar stools, lazy boys or your standard lounging chair or what ever variety you can find because at the end of the day if it’s not the one I’m sitting on, it’s not the one at all!!!!...”
Alkertraz drops the chair to the steel below with a clang the official GZWA camera focuses on the deformed “Throne” as it’s image answers more questions than asked the screen fades to black as Ground Zero goes to a short commercial break.
Alkertraz – “Amanda, It’s not hard to decipher why you called yourself “The Fallen”, bar Jimmy Jacobs it’s like a collaboration of the superstars who constantly get beat in this company. You have more members of your alliance on a loose to win ration than a win to lose one and now naming your group “The Fallen” makes total sense for everyone. And just for clarification and to show I’ve done my home work, let me now read out the top three dictionary results for the word “Fallen”. One!... Having sunk in reputation or honour. Well, to start you’s never had a reputation in which to sustain so you kept that flame alive. And honour, if you ever had any integrity or morals, they died along with your career when you claimed to be a top flight contender in this business. If anyone should lead the fight of “The Fallen” and be in that ring come the main event it should be Jimmy Jacobs and the sad thing Amanda is, you know it!...”
“Two!... Killed in battle with glory!... Well you can’t doubt your heart even though it’s black so you will battle till the end, but glory? I bet even your drones struggle to praise you, because what exactly have you achieved since forming this little excuse of a stable? Oh, that’s right, absolutely nothing!... Three!... Defeated!... If any word speaks volumes about your situation and sums up your faction, it’s defeated. And let’s not stand on ceremony Amanda why don’t you just call your group “The Defeated” and be done with it?!... Because the only reason you put together what has to be one of the worst stables in wrestling history and the laughing stock of the past decade which you so gracefully named “The Fallen” was so you had someone to fight your battles for you. But all you have managed to achieve is your namesake. And Jimmy Jacobs on a passing note, do yourself a favour and hand your notice in because they fallen is just going to keep falling.”
Alkertraz adjusts the World title on his shoulder before continuing.
Alkertraz - “And if Amanda asks after crying and loosing her greatest prospect what she is going to do about your spot, threat not Jimmy I got the man just for the job to replace you, he goes by the name of Ryan Kendrick and he will know more about loosing than you so it all balances out!. And who knows maybe they can change there names to a more accurate name The Insane Clown Pussy’s. That way they can all wear clown make up and confirm being as big of a joke as they currently are!... And Ryan Kendrick to address you fully, our history speaks for itself and if I stood here and didn’t mention your name it wouldn’t be out of disrespect it would be due to the fact whether I mention it or not, whether I trash talk your name or your person when it comes down to it, if I gave you a 10 minutes promo or stood in silence and told a story with my eyes, come Final Encounter I have you beat before I step foot inside that cell. I have your number and I’ve redialled it and ended that call enough times for you to know I have nothing to prove to you and being as respectful as I can, you shouldn’t even be in the same ring with me, so carry on chasing Omega because your best bet at competing against me ever again is to beat him.”
Alkertraz sniggers slightly in what can only be described as “yeah, sure that’s going to happen” expression.
Alkertraz - “Omega we just can’t seem to avoid each other, it’s like out paths of destiny are aligned whether we destroy it or choose to ignore it the fact still remains, no matter what we do about it we unwillingly end up in the squared circle together. Maybe there’s a reason for it, maybe it’s just a coincidence or maybe it’s someone trying to mess with our heads, either way the inevitable will rear it’s ugly head come Final Encounter, and once again I will look across the ring at a man who can’t string a sentence together without dramatically pausing for effect or shouting each and every other word like it’s going to make you seem more sadistic or even make people pay attention. Well you should know it makes you sound like you have a nervous stutter and it makes it no more intense. And I’m glad you have clarified how much pain your feeling horny for, because tonight you are about to receive an unworldly amount of pain and I can tell you for free, so put your money away you wont be enjoying a damn second of it!...”
Alkertraz stands taking the gold from his shoulder and just rests it as his side, he turns on the spot looking deep into what will be the colosseum that holds the biggest battle of Ground Zero to date. Taking in his surroundings with a deep breath his attention turns back to the camera.
Alkertraz - “And you can convey and preach to the quire about how you once ruled this Kingdom with an iron fist and about the God you once was but it speaks for itself, you “once” ruled all, you “once” was God, and you “once” had an iron fist you probably stuck up your own ass, it’s all past tense Omega, for the reason it’s all in the past, it’s all former glory, it’s all just a story you can repeat to whatever rookie or jobber will listen to it, those who actually believe you’re a “GOD” when time elapses and you not becoming champion comes to pass and your actually as old as you look you can bore your grandkids with it. For now I’ve had enough of the same old story and your gums flapping and more sense coming from the spit than the words you make. Your so busy trying to convince people of what you was, rather than what you can be you have blinded yourself from what really matters. Why didn't the skeleton turn up at Final Encounter?, He didn't have the guts!...”
Alkertraz looks at the structure that will seal his fate and he full well knows that fate will only be met with pain and anguish. He has met it’s demise before but on the most part had also been it’s victor but neither time had he left the man he entered and there has been no meeting without knowing it’s purpose and it’s career threatening presence.
Alkertraz – “Carnage, your damn right it’s no coincidence the week the tapings of Hot Spot went out on air where I praised you to the hilt that the following live show Xion Zero’s had you in the main event. And I’m glad you addressed and confirmed that’s exactly what happened and exactly why you got put into the main event standings from then on and how this opportunity accrued at Final Encounter and I don’t expect a thanks or the common courtesy for you to do anything, but for you to know that it’s due to me, I wouldn’t say I made you Carnage because sooner or later you was due your shot, but I at least saved you 6 months to a year of fighting for what I gave you over night. And I will never regret doing so because for me I don’t want to be World Champion if I don’t get the opportunity to face the Worlds best in order to do so. But that being said…”
“Don’t think I didn’t see your promo homo, this isn’t match.com, you might as well have sat yourself in front of a hand held camera and sent Victor Phillips a little love message, “Oh, Victor “5th grade maths teacher” Phillips we have so much in common you and I, will you please come to my love dungeon and spank me like a naughty student.” I’m guessing by “good challenge” you meant good seeing too. You might as well have lubed him for a dirty massage the amount you rubbed his ego. And I quote “We can even go more extreme with the selection of toys we have at our disposal, bed of nails, light bulbs and everything else you can think off” Damn Carnage you are one kinky son of a bitch!... And your not as “rare of a breed” as you think Carnage their called homosexuals, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And if you love him you don’t have to speak in code Carnage just open up to the man… And not in that way!... And I’ll be getting to you soon enough, I haven’t forgot about you Victor Phillips, Carnage certainly hasn’t…”
“Carnage, I could hold this microphone to a camels ass, let it fart and it would entertain the fans more than your droning, monotone, boring ass voice talking about destruction, being a monster and being a meaner menace to society than Dennis . The only destruction you cause is to the ratings of this show when you start flapping them gums and the people at home become comatose, fall to sleep land on their remotes and change the channels even when asleep just to avoid words coming from your mouth. And as far as being a menace goes the only threat of evil you enforce is “attempting”, and you will notice the emphasise on the word “attempt” there, to re-enact the hay day of The Undertaker. Because if I ever see a carbon copy, no that’s too respectful, duplicate? No, that’s justifying the means, replica? Somewhat, but that’s giving you too much credit. Imitation, ah, imitation now there’s a word that if it don’t tickle my fancy will at least ruffle a few feathers… “
“You’re a fake, you’re a counterfeit, your like an experiment that depending on how you look at it, and that would be from a blind mans perspective and mine, either or way you still suck but from the blind man you at least have the voice in your favour which could at least throw a few votes your way on the other hand then there’s my perspective and for argument sakes the only one that matters. So listen you generic 300 pound, bondage, PVC wearing, I don’t know hair clippers from a bayonet rifle, 6’6 I wish I was Hannibal, stick me in a straight jacket because I’m kinda kinky like that, mask wearing so you can’t see my ugly pasty face, Kane and Chyna’s love child you might be able to take one or two more bumps and bruises than me because you ain’t got much going on upstairs but I can guarantee you this, you will never be able to look me in eye and tell me with absolute conviction your better than me without just that slightest bit of doubt deep down inside and that my friend is why you will never beat me!...”
Alkertraz turns away from the camera for what looks like no particular reason and then turns back still with no significant reason for doing so.
Alkertraz – “Victor, Victor, Victor, the moment we have all been waiting for is finally upon us and don’t get me wrong our brief but successful little encounter last week was as respectful as two dudes can be leading into one of the biggest events and matches of our careers. We did everything we said we would and probably more, and if anything set the bar as high as it can possible be and will continue to do so… We are men of our own standing and for you to set aside everything that is and what could be and come to me and speak to me man to man for a more just course such as adding a win to our records. Put everything aside with complete knowledge that it will lead to us facing off for the biggest prize in the business. For that I show nothing but utter respect and I salute you!... BUT!... And there’s always a but, you are still a threat to my position, you are still a man baying for my blood and most importantly and what it’s really all about is the gold with my name printed across the front. Which leads me swiftly on to why the pleasantries end here!...”
“Man of the hour?, that’s cute, you come up with that all by yourself? Victor, being the man of the hour would suggest or if you will, associate to the term coined by Andy Warhol “ in the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes” 15 minuets of fame?, I mean that’s what your getting at right?. The thing is I’m kinda enjoying my 15 minuets, I’ve kinda come round to the whole being World Champion and I would even go as far as to say I’m having the best damn time of my life which goes without saying I don’t plan on that changing anytime soon!... And I don’t know what time scale your on, or how long your days last but the last time I checked, me being champion if it is just for an hour long, will be the longest, most miserable, frustrating damn hour of your life!... It’s going to be like ground hog day for the Phillips, waking up each and everyday and having to come to the realisation again and again that I’m still the champion…”
“And you want to talk about thrones, let me tell you a little story about thrones, or let me just show you, after all actions speak louder than words right? recognise this throne?...”
Alkertraz lifts into camera shot the steel chair prop Victor Phillips used in his promo earlier that day. With Alkertraz’s name clearly crossed out and “Our” written in it’s place. Alkertraz nod’s with a slightly impressed smile. The smile turns slightly knowing as Alkertraz instantly begins doing what is necessary to smash the chair to pieces, slamming it into each and every object in sight the steel chair distorts and deforms within itself leaving the chair as unrecognisable as possible. Alkertraz wastes no time raising the chair once again to the camera with a satisfied smile on his face revealing it’s new form in all it’s not so former glory.
Alkertraz - “You see Victor weather it’s a steal chair or the royal chair the Queens ass sits on whilst munching on crumpets and sipping on tea, it’s STILL my throne, my throne to destroy and my throne to sit on and be recognized as thee Ground Zero World Champion so you carry on writing your name on bar stools, lazy boys or your standard lounging chair or what ever variety you can find because at the end of the day if it’s not the one I’m sitting on, it’s not the one at all!!!!...”
Alkertraz drops the chair to the steel below with a clang the official GZWA camera focuses on the deformed “Throne” as it’s image answers more questions than asked the screen fades to black as Ground Zero goes to a short commercial break.
