Post by KID CARNAGE on Apr 28, 2020 0:33:27 GMT -8
♫ THE RHYTHM ♫
THE NIGHT OF APRIL 27TH, INSIDE A RANDOM BAR IN MEDIO CITY, CA
Kid Carnage threw back another shot glass full of dark liquid, assumed to be some kind of liquor. However, there was simply no guessing how many shots he had already tossed back. One would assume he'd have a high tolerance, but even he was beginning to slouch on his bar stool. He tapped his glass against the counter again.
"Let me get another one over here, Greg." The guy who must be Greg sauntered over, a concerned look on his face.
"Shouldn't you take it a little bit easy there, Judd..." Oh, they were both on a first name basis. He had obviously been here more than once, "...I know you said you're probably have a bit of a break after your match here, but it's been - what? Two weeks? I'm not one to complain, you're a great tipper, but I'm a human too, I'm allowed to be concerned for a fellow humanbeing..."
Kid Carnage, his shades still over his eyes despite being inside, looked down at his empty glass. Hmm had it really been two weeks since he had gone on national television and embarrassed the hell out of himself? Hmm, nope, still didn't feel better about it. He slammed the glass down again, this time without words. Annoyed, the bartender who we had come to know as Greg, walked up to KC's empty glass and filled it again regardless.
"Listen Judd, you lost. Two weeks ago. Fourteen days ago. Get over yourself. You could have been out there, talking to upper management, selling merch, doing meet and greets, or whatever it is you need to do in order to get your name on that DreamState card. Instead you've been hangin' your head here still, over a single loss. You knew you'd have roughly three weeks to a month in between the last Dystopia, and possibly your very first Pay-Per-View appearance with WWH. You were meant to be working out, staying in shape - not pissing your chances away here in front of me."
The old bartender shook his head in disgust. He had seen wasted talent many a time sit right here in this stool, but they seemed to be getting younger and younger.
"Now I'm going to pour you this last shot, and that's it. You drink it, and you get it."
Old Bartender Greg slid the full shot glass back over at Kid Carnage, and KC held up two fingers, as if he was saying a scouts honor without the words. It's at this exact moment that a woman with dark hair walks in, and she sits a few seats away from KC. Naturally, he's going to notice a good looking girl, especially one who is sitting near him and appears to be alone. He motions over to her.
"Oh, hold up, Greg. It'll be one more of whatever the pretty lady to my right is having..."
She looked over at him, clearly blushing but turning back and not saying a word. Greg saw the entire situation occur, and simply turned away, rolling his eyes. In one gulp, Kid Carnage downed the shot that Greg HAD poured him, and closed the gap in between himself and the lady with the dark hair.
"How are doin' today, Gorgeous?"
Judd leaned in, trying his best not to be that creepy dude at the bat while still trying to tell her that he's interested - with who knows how much alcohol in his system. To be quite honest, KC didn't even know if he was pulling it off or not, but the liquor and the shades on his face made him feel pretty damn invincible.
"Yeah. Hey. I'm her boyfriend - she's doin' great, bro."
The somewhat hostile tone came from a strong jawed guy who had come up on his left. The entrance was from the right, which is where the dark haired girl had come from, why the hell was he coming from the left. Oh, maybe he had gone to the bathroom first. Either way, KC was forced to turn to his left, and confront the curly-haired adonis that stood in front of him. The guy held his hands in the air, as if he was waiting for an answer, even though he hadn't really asked a question. KC looked the dude up and down, before looking him dead in the eyes.
"Well, what about you? How are you doin' today, Handsome?"
The guy with the muscle shirt looked confused, he wasn't sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. Toxic masculinity is kinda like that sometimes. His confused expression faded into a raised eyebrow, one directed to the dark haired girl with the low cut top, still sitting to the right of KC. Judd hadn't noticed but she had moved in closer to him, grabbing him by the arm. When he turned back to Curly-haired Muscle Shirt, his expression was now spreading into one of a sly smile. Judd had been in this position one too many times. Before he knew it, his vision was blurred - as was the rest of the night.
THE MORNING OF APRIL 28TH, KITCHEN OF UNKNOWN TWELFTH FLOOR APARTMENT
Having the schedule of a professional wrestler meant that you were almost always going to rise with the sun, regardless of what you were out doing the night before. He could still feel the alcohol in his head, but the sun wouldn't allow him to close his eyes again once it arose. This also meant he was the first one out of bed in this penthouse apartment, somewhere in California. KC walked into the kitchen, hoping against hope that they'd have some way to make coffee. Yes, a Keurig, how he managed to hook up with a rich couple this time was beyond him. He accidentally bumped a photo of them together, dressed up for some wedding, while grabbing an empty coffee mug from the lucky first cupboard he opened.
Hey now, don't judge. People are allowed to have whatever sort of relationship they want, as long as it's consensual, and we fully believe here at the Kid Carnage School of Thought, that sexuality is fluid, and again as long as it's consensual, it can be whatever your want it to be.
Truth be told, none of them even enters into his mind as he pops the k-cup into the Keurig and places the mug under the spout. Now, he figured, was a good time to finally subject himself to the DreamState card. He was a new signee, he didn't expect much, but he was hoping to get a spot on the card. There's only so many spots to give, only so many names that get those spots. He started skimming through the matches to the sound of the steaming coffee making it's way down into his mug.
How could he not? He had won his first match, albeit in a dark match, but he knew he had a good showing. He may have lost his second match in stunning fashion, but there were a few names on the DreamState card who had yet to make it out of the pre-show themselves. The thought of having to wait a whole two more weeks, for the POSSIBILITY, of seeing his name on the first Dystopia card back as a little overwhelming. The machine stopped, and KC reached for his mug.
New and improved, I be on a new level.
That's how we do it, we buildin' like LEGO.
Feel on the fire, you dealin' with fuego.
Can't stop, I am addicted - I never quit.
The lyrics suddenly blasted throughout the house, echoing into every crevice imaginable. It made Judd jump so much that he almost dropped the mug of coffee that he had just picked up off the Keurig. The dark haired girl with the low-cut top from the night before tiptoed into the kitchen, grabbing her phone from off of the kitchen floor. She looked at the screen, pushing the end button, giggling...
"Ooops, I guess us three got a little crazy last night. Chad and I are both awake, if you're up for another round, hee hee..."
...and running back to bed. Apparently her ringtone is "RITMO" by the Black Eyed Peas. Also on that apparently list, they had somehow last various items around the house. Well, they are pretty normal for Judd. Even with the good looking perky youngster running back to bed with wearing nothing but a short shirt, KC's gaze wasn't even on her as she disappeared into the darkness. Believe it or not, the lyrics got instantly stuck in Kid Carnage's head, as he sipped his coffee, starring out the open window at the morning sun peaking from behind the clouds.
LATER THAT DAY AT THE MEDIO CITY, CA AIRPORT
An unknown, feminine hand snaps a white band around a black duffel bag. It's got a bunch of random numbers on it, but she rips a piece of the thicker paper off, handing it to a figure in front of her. The person nods, grabs it, and turns away from the line of people. Coincidentally, it's also in the same direction that the camera was in, so now, Kid Carnage is facing directly at the camera, eyes starring into the lens.
"I'll be honest with you, WWH - matter of fact, I'm always going to be brutally honest with my WWH fans from here on out.. I've been feeling a bit discouraged. I lost a couple weeks ago, during my first televised match here in WWH. Not the BEST way to set things in motion for myself is it? I knew DreamState was just around the corner, and with my loss...well, it didn't look great for me. Then, when I didn't see my name on the card at all? I wasn't sure what to do. I felt like a complete failure."
Slowly, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. Nothing would change that feeling of disappointment, the way he began his WWH career. In this moment, he was completely vulnerable and hoped others would understand his struggle with this feeling. After a few seconds, he lifted his head, and opened his eyes.
"...but then I took a look at a different match. No, it didn't have my name on it - exactly. But it could. I mean hell, an Open Invitational Battle Royale is just as good of an opportunity as any. I get my name out there, I get to compete at DREAMSTATE, and who knows what the winner of this match is going to get. In the past, winners of these things have been given guaranteed title shots, mystery briefcases, and at the end of the day, even if the prize is getting my hand raised to kick off DreamState?! Well that'd be prize enough for me as is! This is an opportunity to get noticed by management, your peers, and those disehard WWH fans. That's what I'm after, the first rung of that ladder that I know I've got to climb, and I know this is my chance to get to it."
Judd placed a single earbud into his right ear, and the other into the front pocket of his hoodie. It was easy to tell that he was simply getting ready for the plane ride, and wasn't about to turn them on - especially not when he was serving it up to all of the World Wrestling Headquarters right now.
"The career of a wrestler is like the rhythm you feel in a song, it's a journey that you have to feel throughout. You have to go with the motions, the ups and the downs. A good song it going to allow you to feel both, the ups and the downs, for you'd never know what it feels like to be on an upward slow, if you had never felt the downward slope. Life is funny like that, those that are able to experience the entirety of what life has to offer, are going to be the ones with the most wisdom. Failing is apart of life; you can either learn from it or you can let it consume you."
KC stopped walking for a moment, unable to walk and focus on his intensity at the same time. He balled his right hand into a fist, and with each sentence he rose his closed fist into the air with conviction.
"I choose to learn. I choose to grow. I choose to evolve into a better competitor, and one day, a better champion."
He took a few more steps forward, the camera following, only for KC to begin taking off his shoes, belt, wallet, etc. and placing them all into a single tub.
"Two weeks ago, I had a mighty large down. No excuses, I went out there and I got pinned. The better man won that night. But every song has a moment where it comes around, it picks back up, and most of the time, it even finishes stronger and more powerful than it had been played the majority of the song. I'm not sure who's set to show up to the ring, but I'm throwin' my name into the hat, and whoever shows up is going to have to deal with me. And me? Well I can feeeeeehhheeeelll it, Kid Carnage is about to be on a winning streak of a lifetime..."
He was forced to pause, due to the security guard in front of him asking for his identification and boarding pass. The guard checked him over, before allowing KC to walked through the metal detector. Luckily, nothing went off, but we wouldn't blame you if you thought this was the moment when the airport alarm sounded and the SWAT team showed up to take down Kid Carnage. It's not. He gets waved through, and grabs his tub of belongings from the conveyor belt, along with his backpack.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and all non-binary friends - I'm not down, and I'm definitely not out. If the crowd reaction from both my pre-show match, and even the match I lost, is any indication of just how EPIC, the twenty minute rock music masterpiece that is, my wrestling career will be? Then you all better get ready for the biggest damn chart topper that we've seen this decade! Kid Carnage from Kansas City, Missouri - KC from KC, MO - is takin' over! They may say this open invitational is nothing special, but I say it's my first single, baby! Get ready to feel the star power!"
Kid Carnage laughed, not a dumbass evil genius laugh as if he was going to just decimate everyone in the match - but a playful laugh, like he was going to try his damnedest and knew his time was coming. He backed up, waving to the camera, before slipping in his other earbud and blaring an unnamed song. Before a cut.
Post by Blake Anderson on Apr 28, 2020 21:32:54 GMT -8
The sound of a camera being moved is heard as a camera fades up from darkness to a lightly Grey colored surrounding. The image shown in front of the camera is of a metal folding chair sitting in a concrete walled empty room. With no light but a single free-hanging lightbulb in the center of the ceiling above the chair, that light illuminates the chair below it. The individual that had been messing with the camera emerges from around the camera and walks towards the chair so the back of the person wearing a Black leather biker jacket is seen. The man begins to speak and since he has microphone connected to his jacket, his voice is picked up on the camera.
"You know, it wasn't long ago that many would have considered me a threat because of my past. But lately, it seems I have become stagnant in what I have set out to accomplish here. I've been complacent in my dreams to climb to the top of this company. I've allowed myself to become a puppet and not look at the puppeteer I once was. My once highest achievement was lost in the shuffling of the propaganda that is backstage politics. But I won't be oppressed no more. No, tonight I prove that I walk towards that goal again. Tonight I enter the familiar. I enter a place where I am out-numbered. I enter a place where I'm not welcome but I kick down the damn door and make myself known. I am no longer standing in waiting. No! I'm tired of waiting so now I take what I want. If you get in my way, I knock you down. If you want a fight...well...then grow a set and step up because I'm going to knock you down and garaun-damn-tee that you're going to get everything I have and I swear I'm taking something of yours. So take a long look at yourself and think about whatever it is that can be taken and know that when it's all done, that is going to be gone.
This open invitational Battle Royale, whether I walk in first or I walk in last, my goal is to make it to the end. I'm never scared to get my hands dirty and I enjoy getting my hands bloody. The smell of blood and hearing my opponent's bones breaking is like my own personal adrenaline. Do yourself a favor and don't look at the names in this match because they shouldn't scare you, take a look into my eyes because I fuc... promise you that these eyes will be the last thing you see before I send your asses over the top rope and to the floor or to an ambulance waiting, I really don't care which one. Management wanted me to play a game last week and I beat it. This week, they want to put everyone on a Silver platter for one lucky person. The winner of this match can say that they survived all-comers. You don't have to worry about all-comers, you have to worry about me. I promise you WWH, this won't be the same person you think you saw days ago playing a game like I'm some Comic-Con jackass. You want to have a Battle Royale? Then what is a true battle without me? You want to think you're the best, remember something, I used to be the measuring stick around here. Why? Because I was the toughest son-of-a-bitch at that time that this company could put in front of someone and say make a name for yourself. That was good for a time but it got old quick because what did it do for me? Nothing!
How do you think it felt sitting back and watching titles change hands and you couldn't do anything about it? How do you think it felt knowing that I could easily snap someone in half but management just wanted a good show? I'm done with that stupid shit and then I get sent to some asylum that was a joke and the name is changed because of what? Because it doesn't sound good? Hey, dumbass, it's not supposed to sound good. That's why it was created for rejects who don't give a shit about others but you send people there that don't fit the mold on the other brands. What mold is that? The one growing on that thing between your ears? Any jackass with a IQ over 2 will know that you don't fix what's not broken, but I should be a good little citizen and keep my mouth shut and do like I'm told. FUCK THAT! I break things and I don't give a shit about who steps in this ring so if you want to find out what that's like? You're about to because this is what I live for.
So now I sit here and have to think of a 2500 word promo, well no, 1642 words to talk about a match that some would call a joke seeing how nothing's on the line or that can easily be called an exhibition. Everything I've done in my career has led to this point but WWH, they want to erase everything you did in other places like they're the only one that is supposed to exist but yet they make this match open to those places too? What sense does that make? Everyone under this umbrella has names under their belt and proved why they belong here in the pinnacle of what is this Sport. What brought you to this dance is nothing short of greatness and now you have to prove that what you once had is good enough to be at the top around here. Why else would WWH send out scouts and want the best that other places have to offer and get them here? Because they want to be the best but in order to be the best, you have to have something to offer.
Dangle your little carrot or flash some money around that will appease their taste but once they're here, they're locked in a cage and let out like they're a ravaged and starved pet. World Wrestling Headquarters, this is your former guard dog talking and now that I'm free from my cage, it's time to devour anyone that puts their hand over my fence. I've always said that I have nothing to lose and everything to gain but that's not true. I have something to lose and that's my dignity and my credibility being the baddest fucker this place has ever seen. It's time to get back to the man I once was and not give a damn who I hurt or how many people I hurt. Putting my body on the line for this company has been what I'm known for and I will always will. DreamState isn't just the name of this event but it's the name of what will happen when you cross the wrong person and they put you in that coma or DreamState. Think about that when you get ready for this match and management, you think about that when you see what happens to those standing in my way.
I've tried being the calm one and let things ride, but it's become stale and stagnant and that's something I can't stand seeing anymore. The stench of your name alone is enough to wish death to take me. The saying of what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, well, you're going to wish that you had killed me when you decided to let your ego of favoritism prove true. To think I would sit back and keep my mouth shut on things I've seen and watching things done wrong to those who bust their ass for you drag their heads and hold their hands out for scraps everytime that bell rings, just trying to grab that brass ring you promised us all when we arrived. But you're management and we swallow our pride and suck it up to let you do your job. Well, now it's time for us to do ours. We provide the entertainment and you sit on your ass like a good corporate back-ender and sit behind a desk and look good for the sponsors, the media and everyone else who holds a political or business title.
Being in that position to where I wore a suit and tie, I had to kiss ass after so long of kicking ass and I allowed myself to get lost from what my goal was, but no more. It's times like this where I look back on what I've done with my career and see the mistakes I've made and promise myself that I wouldn't repeat them. If it was good or bad, I reflect on those times and that anger that builds up, that's my fuel to my fire. Each time I step between those ropes, I'm home because I grew up cutting my teeth in that hallowed Four post Three rope sanctuary. So call me a perfectionist if you want but that's because this is my life. I was born into this business and this is what has been there through every up and down. This Sport is what gave me my dignity and just my being.
Ask around and when you look throughout the business, everyone has at some point re-invented themselves. Some people haven't done it and you can see who that is because they're stagnant and complacent in what they're doing. But do you want to do more? If you're a driven person then of course you do. If you're the type that goes with the flow, then that's you. Me? I'm driven to do more. Why? Because I know I can. If it wasn't for Paul Sinclair putting a fire under my ass to do more, I wouldn't have done what I did and become a part of the History books. I don't say that to brag but I say that for you to remember what I have done and have no problem doing again.
Now people see me with Bella (Belladonna Hunter) on my side and they think that I'm a former shell of myself but here and there, you see through the cracks and bits of that seep out are like a poison or virus that may not consume you at first contact, but is just the beginning of your slow demise. But now, that is no more. Those vapors of poison and the virus held back have eaten away at the wall that once held them back. They yearn to inflict pain and torture on all those who dare get within arms length. Those who dare get close are dare to suffer their fate. Suffering their fate means succumbing to the inevitable. The inevitable is that no man or woman shall be deemed untouchable. The untouched have lived in the belief that they sit on a platform in which no man can dethrone. It's time to come back to dwell in the hate that burns within. It's time to consume the appetite that is destruction. WWH, it's time for the Blake Anderson of old to reappear and become relevant again.
The table is set and the numbers line up to step foot inside the sacred sanctuary where lives have been changed. The good, the bad, it has all happened in front of your eyes and now it is time to behold again what many have said could not and would not become of again. The rebirth of Blake is no myth, the rebirth of Blake is no legend. The rebirth of Blake has been foretold and shall soon come into existence for what I tell you is not just word but a promise, and a promise, is something I do not break. This is DreamState and this is my statement, one shall stand and many shall fall. Heed my warning and those who disbelieve, look in the past. Let the smell of dried blood and broken bones in my shadow remind you of where I come from. The screams in my head beg for more as it's company they want. I beg you to come and play for we're all friends here if you don't mind the screams of pain and torture you will endure. I promise to play nice although you may find it uncomfortable, but what is comfort? Comfort comes to me in your pain and yes you will be in pain as I promise you shall suffer. Your agony will become my sole purpose to fulfill our encounter for I look forward to our meetings.
It's been a while since I have had friends to play with. Those who have played before have said that I could not play well with others because they said I play too rough. I do not like them no more and now they are hurting. One who stared, now he cannot see. One who reached for something that belonged to me, he now has no fingers. Those who told a lie on me, they each suffered their own way. Here soon, I will have new friends to play with and they will all join me in the place that I have come to call 'home'. Home is that place where I feel safe but now many come in and try to take that place away from me. They come into my home and try to toss me outside in the cold to where I have no safety of growing up and becoming what I was meant to be. So to those who dare knock on the door and come in, I welcome you to come in but don't overstay your welcome. Those who do, it will be an unpleasant visit.
As the time ticks by and you listened to everything I've said, are you asking yourself what mental state am I in? Are you asking yourself what kind of man has Blake become that he would lose his mind and become a psychotic, Gore fixated, mutilation hungry, uh Two-Face from Batman being that you see before you? It's because of YOU! (Pointing into the camera) You, WWH, you did this to me. You made me complacent in what I have been doing for you. You made me stagnant in my position in your company. You made me comfortable to where I would never step outside of that comfort zone again because you were scared of what I would do. Well here we are. The chains are off and there is no more leash. You tried to stop this from happening but not even you can stop the inevitable. The time for my vengeance is at hand. A new dawning is about to begin. Forget what you've heard, forget what you've known, this night is far from over. A new beginning shall begin tonight and the Blake that you once known has been reborn".
Post by 【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 on May 6, 2020 19:58:41 GMT -8
THIS FIRE BURNS ALWAYS
words: 1710. tag: Everyone. notes: blablah.
What happens when life gives you lemons? You make lemonade. Caleb Foster has been standing on the sidelines and watching all the wrestlers in the ring competing. Oh, how he misses that. He was forced to take the job as a commentator to give others a chance. He didn't leave that ring as he was forced into it. Now DreamState is around the corner, and Caleb decided to throw his hat into this match. Why? Why would Caleb do this? Most importantly, can he do it knowing he's a commentator? But he knows that this could be the thing that he's looking for and getting that first-ever win at the biggest stage in WWH History, DreamState.
When Caleb decided to be part of this match, he decided to stay quiet for a while. He wanted to be primed and focus on the match and trying to distance himself from Twitter and Facebook. This is a big fight for him and he needs to find a meaning for himself. He has failed every time the biggest show in WWH comes around. He's 4 and 0 and it sucked. He doesn't want to lose anymore this time around. He wants to win this one match to try to erase the past and forget about everything.
The scene comes outside in Davenport, Iowa. Caleb is seen in his backyard wearing a face mask that is covering his nose and mouth. He's wearing a black jacket, white shirt, loose-fitting jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. He has his hands in his pocket and walks down the hill of his 2-acre yard.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "There comes a time when everyone needs to protect themselves and their family. This Covid-19 bullshit is making everyone going out of their minds. I know I'm one of those people and I won't deny it. But what I do know is that everyone that needs to go out needs to wear a mask and protect against this. But here I am to tell everyone that has it. Don't just lay down and die from this disaster. We as humans have gone through everything that was thrown at us. This isn't any different and anyone who is anyone knows it."
He eventually looks at the camera staring at it in his own brown eyes.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "But for now, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about the upcoming match at DreamState and that match that I'm talking about is the open invitational battle Royal. This match has some meaning to me and everyone knows why. This match is meant to fight on your own which I know more than anything. This match tells me who exactly I am. As for as I can remember, I'm a lone wolf. I never had anyone watching my back except Nick Sanderson and Equinox. Those two were my only true friends. Those two watched my back when nobody else would. I entering this match to show the entire world that Caleb Foster is still the most Phenomenal superstar that ever stepped in the ring of the WWH."
He goes and sits down on the grass in his yard. He looks forward and looks down at his hand. He saw his Hall of Heroes ring.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "I look at this ring and sometimes I wonder why I even have it. But I know I earned everything and showed that I can be the man that fans want to see. When I hear people saying, "Caleb doesn't deserve it" or "Caleb isn't the man that he says he is". But then I realized, they're just critics. I know that I can prove that I deserve more than what people say."
He lowers his hand and rests it on his knees. The camera pans towards him.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "DreamState is going to be the place where everything is going to come true. I'm entering myself into that battle royal and I'm gonna win. It doesn't matter who enters as I'll fight them all. This fight, this fight is going to prove to everyone that Caleb Foster is the man that wants and needs this fight. I need this fight to show the entire world that Caleb Foster is, now, and forever the man to become the greatest superstar in WWH history. Who dares step in this match will know everything about me. I don't care who the fighters are, I don't care if they have been in this company the whole time or new. I don't care how long you've been a wrestler or just starting. Everyone is going to be my enemy and I shall drown my enemies. You see, I'm a lone wolf. I follow the beat of my drum and don't ever follow those who continue to walk the same path over and over again. Sometimes, when I feel the pressure, I'm always told that I can't handle it. They tell me that I'm nothing more than a mid-carder who will never achieve the main dream. They tell me that my time is up. But I know the people that say that couldn't do what I can. They sit on their computer and trash me."
He stands up and walks forward a bit. He looks down at the ground and you can hear the chuckle coming from him under his mask. He then stops the chuckle.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "You want to nothing something about me? Do you guys want to know why I just won't quit being the best that I can be? It's because I can't quit. If you want to see me go then you best kill me. You need to kill me from fighting. Because when you knock down the lone wolf, the Lone Wolf is going to stand right back up and come at you hard. Look at me, I ain't the tallest superstar in the ring, but I'm certainly one of the toughest. I have been through the wringer more times then I like to count. So don't underestimate me because of my size because people who did have been beaten down. Anyone who dares step up to the battle royal will understand the same beating I'm talking about."
He takes off his mask and sighs a bit. He closes his eyes taking in everything that's happening right now. His mind must remain calm and collected. He can't go back to who he once was to show his superiority.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "But one thing is for sure, guys and gals. Caleb Foster is going to rise to the occasion once again. There is a thing about me and that I'm heaven and hell. I can be the good guy and give you all the respect in the world, or I can be a bad guy and punch your lights out without thinking twice. I could stand here a minute after minute and tell you what I'm about. But I guess I'm better at showing you action instead of telling you. Cause, believe it or not, I hate talking. Talking get nowhere and we all know that. I'm not the type to talk or have a fancy background in my promos. I like keeping it simple for my sake."
He smirks as he put on his facemask again. He covered his mouth and nose. But it was enough to keep him breathing and not worrying about the Covid-19 affecting him. For days, Caleb has wanted to make it clear for people. He wanted to make sure that what he says is truly what he means. Caleb has never really been the type to beat around the bush as he loves telling how it is and what it is. He looks down at the grass as he begins to lightly rain. His shoes start to get wet a bit.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "I know the fans are looking at this promo and thinking, "What has happened"? Well, I can tell you that nothing happened to me. I want you all to know that this fight at DreamState is going to be the one match that I need and want. If I must show a bit of anger...then so be it. Sunday, Caleb Foster is walking into DreamState with a mission. A mission to win. A Mission to finally shut everyone up for good. Sunday, I finish it and finally get the monkey off my back. The Stage has been set for the Sunday and no longer will your fans have the face the falsehood of those people who claim to be great. No longer will the words be spewed from the lies. Sunday, the Lone Wolf is going to bring you guys back to reality. A reality where I, Caleb Foster will reign. A Reign that will no longer be ruled by a selfish Tyrant. Sunday, I bring it all and more. Nobody and I mean nobody will stop me, us from achieving the great victory in World Wrestling Headquarters history. This Sunday at DreamState, your wolf is going to be the last man standing. Sunday, your dreams will finally be recognized. For the fans who is watching this, I want you to trust me..trust in what I say. I ain't going to lead you down the wrong path. This Sunday we will be the much closer, and when we reach that Final Destination, that Sanctuary of Sanctitude.. all of you who followed the right path will be rewarded. No longer will we be buried. No longer will we pushed aside. No longer will we let others get ahead of us. Sunday, this moment belongs to the Wolves Nation. Sunday, the DreamState ring will be our hunting ground. All who stand in that ring - will be hunted. Will be slaughtered. Will be evaporated. Sunday, the wolves rise."
He turns his eyes and his brown eyes turn into the eyes of wolves.
【 ＣＡＬＥＢ ＦＯＳＴＥＲ】 "You so-called fighter will have the wolves among the heard. Who will be slaughtered Sunday? We shall see."
The scene fades and the words come in big bold letters...DREAMSTATE!!!
Post by Charlotte Ross on May 8, 2020 7:07:41 GMT -8
Nothing to hear. Nothing to see. Your visuals are adjusting, as your ears are about to prove that You, may NOT be alone. Your visuals jump. With your scattered breathing, your heart skips a beat. Your hearing just betrayed you. The horrific voice of The Slayer is heard...
"The Slayer Charlotte Ross Now you lot will give in to IT's power and become fuel to a great cause. This internal blue, white, and red paint has been chipped and is currently pealing. Physical appearances don't matter to The Lords of Light and Shadow. It's the gooey sticky red center of each and every meat sack that matters most. There are those who are too afraid of what... What, to chip a nail. Break a sweat. Or even, better yet... BLEED. The precious looks of each and every meat sack might get damaged. Vanity is a sin!! Don't you know? But, this Sunday... Dreamstate, the holiest of all holy nights. This will be the night of the beginning of MAE'R CYNNYDD O FFORDD O CRAIDD CALED.... THE RISE OF THE WAY OF HARDCORE. When I, "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross, take each and everyone down the path of destruction and claim a chance at going after any throne WE damn, please. I must walk up those stairs of opportunity and come out the victor in the Open Invitational Battle Royal! This will determine who gets further along in the ranking at possibly going after one of the many thrones here in W.W.H. A Battle Royal, which means it's time to toss out the trash. Here's the most interesting point, that all would usually miss... Once a fluorescent tube breaks or shatters, mercury dust flies everywhere. This will inhabit throughout the ring and part of the ringside area. Three potential victims of circumstance will try to trust their visual prowess. Out of the four, who is willing to give their mind, body, and soul for a chance at a Championship? I will be ready. We live for this shit!! All you motherfuckers claim you are. They "think" they are. Some of you, it looks like you're ready. But, are we sure you really are? How can we tell? What about the rest of you? Are YOU ready? I am your lot will claim to be. But, he might be saying just what Management demands of them. But, who can truly say they are ready for a Battle Royal?! So, this Sunday at Dreamstate; destruction and mayhem are at my disposal by tossing each and every one of you motherfuckers over the top rope and call it a night. It's now time!! It's time for The Order of The Soulless to go back to IT's true roots..... HARDCORE WRESTLING!! GOOD TIMES FOR US... BUT BAD TIMES FOR THE REST. GET READY KIDDIES, THE DARKNESS IS COMING.
She grabs for the left side of IT's neck with IT's right hand. Then she grabs the right side with IT's left bloody hand.....
BLUE HAZE MIST
Then the mist slowly fades away, as does the lingering darkness. All is seen is just several skipping feet. All the only thing that is heard is simple singing now.
Several black and white sneakers are skipping, while the singing continues. Your visuals slowly pan up. You begin to observe, beginning with the sneakers then you see multi-colored thick vertical striped thigh socks. Visuals slowly pan up and you then see a very short skirt. Short enough you can see the black t-back underwear. Your visuals continue to pan up and now You see an unbuttoned open white blouse, flapping in the night's breeze, exposing a black sports bra, containing a pair of voluptuous breasts. As your contained visual expand outward, You see several other young females, dressed the same, skipping. One young lady is leading the pack and she is holding a recently deceased cat. Tossing it around, by its tail, as the group of young ladies skips in unison. One young female is holding a shovel.
Several feet behind the pack of young females is a woman, who leads these girls, called The Soulless Vixens. Her name is Mel. The H.B.I.C... THE HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE of The Soulless Vixens.
Mel continues to also skip in unison with the rest of The Soulless Vixens, but she too is dragging something behind her. This annoying bitch doesn't deserve a name. She doesn't know when to stop bitching, whining, or complaining.
Annoying Bitch WHISKERS!! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING WHISKERS?!
Mel doesn't miss a beat. She continues to skip, not responding to the young woman, she is dragging behind her, by the hair. The Soulless Vixens get to a certain point in a field. While the shovel holding Vixen begins to dig a hole, in the ground, Mel takes the annoying screaming young woman and ties her up to a tree. The young woman watches as The Soulless Vixens proceed to bury her now deceased cat
Annoying Bitch WHISKERS!!
Mel grabs the annoying bitch by her face.
Mel You better shut the fuck up and you better do it... NOW!!!
One of The Soulless Vixens grabs the cat and holds it up to her face, as several Vixens proceed to lick and nibble on the dead cat. The tied up girl screams out.
Mel Now!! That's how you lick and eat a pussy!!
The Soulless Vixens finish burying the cat when a black van rushes up. "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross is sitting in the front passenger seat. A masked man is driving and a dark and menacing figure is sitting in the back seat.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross Hurry up, girls. They're gonna start without us.
The Soulless Vixens walk away from the burial site. The annoying bitch continues to wail and bawl. Mel slowly walks past the annoying bitch.
The young woman begins to choke as blood proceeds to flow out of the slit across her throat. The woman is slowly becoming limp, but the chain is holding her up. Mel walks up to the young woman and proceeds to run a finger through the blood and licks her finger, before licking the face of the dying young woman. Mel runs towards a screaming Charlotte. The Soulless Vixens are now in the van, which speeds off quickly.
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER
The van screeches up in front of a local hardware store, where The Order of The Soulless is already ransacking the place, gathering up several fluorescent light tubes.
Mel AW MAN!! THEY STARTED WITHOUT US!!
The Soulless Vixens are impatiently wiggling around, looking, staring at Charlotte, waiting for the right time to go.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross Okay, girls. You may go. Have fun!! Grab all the fluorescent bulbs you can grab.
Before she finished IT's sentence, The Soulless Vixens already bolted out of the van, squealing with extreme evil delight. She talks to El Oro de Muerte.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross Alright Oro, before we go in there. Do you know what to do if any of the employees or the store manager gets out of hand?
El Oro de Muerte cocks the shotgun.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross Good.
They all leave the van and enter the hardware store.
El Oro de Muerte NO ONE FUCKING MOVES OR I'LL BLAST EVERY FUCKING GOD DAMN ONE OF YOU!!
Dark Rebel Make one move and I'll send you back to a place that you will be never heard from again!!
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES!! SNATCH AND GRAB!!
Store Manager HEY WHAT YOU DOING?!
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross ORO!!
El Oro de Muerte cocks the shotgun and holds it under the chin of the scared store manager. The Order of the Soulless and The Soulless Vixens gather up several dozen fluorescent light tubes. Sirens are off in the distance.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross 30 SECONDS!! LET'S GO!!
The sirens are getting closer, as The Order of the Soulless and The Soulless Vixens finish gathering up the light tubes.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross 10 SECONDS!! LET'S GO!!
The Soulless Vixens and The Order of The Soulless bolt out of the store as the sirens of the police are just a couple blocks away. As Oro and Charlotte proceed to leave the store, the manager screams out...
Store Manager I hope they catch all of your asses. I'm gonna prosecute you all!!
El Oro de Muerte quickly turns around and shoot at the store manager, but misses. The store manager scared to death, just pissed himself. Mel skips past the store manager; points and laughs.
Mel HA-HA!! YOU PEE-PEED YOUR PANTS!! HA-HA!!
Mel proceeds to skip out of the store as everyone is yelling at her to hurry the hell up. She gets into the van, as the police show. The van speeds off.
ONE HOUR LATER
All of the fluorescent light tubes are set up and are lit up. "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross is standing in the center of the light, dipping into a bucket grabbing a rat one by one, and smashing them against the red hot light tubes. The rats scream out, before burning to death. the smell is horrendous.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross The smell of rodent flesh burning is absolutely yummy!
She peels off the charred flesh off one of the light tubes and proceeds to eat the flesh of the dead rat.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross MM!! Taste like chicken!! I wonder what the other ass-hats are gonna taste like once they get their skin burns. Some of the charred skin will taste like... like... melted cheese. Weak ass fat-free skim milk kind of cheese, with a pungency of Limburger. While other skin of your lot will be HOT and Spicy!! It will mix well with the salty water-down taste of some the other skin involved. Now, do I dare wonder what the skin of some of the others in this match will taste like? The hybrid of moldy bruised skin. The smell! OH MY GOD!! THE SMELL WOULD BE... BE... JUST WONDERFUL!! Knowing that the taste of the skin of certain people burning will be out of this world. Imagine the burning bacteria on their skin. Crawling around screaming out in agonizing pain. It would be a victory alone just to see some of them get zapped!
She picks the dead flies off the floor and peels off another piece of dead rat meat and she proceeds to swallow both up.
"The Slayer" Charlotte MM!! Good!! Just like what mamma used to make!! This match alone is what people are gonna talk about. It all depends if everything fell into place correctly. An Open Invitational Battle Royal that will lead to a good old fashion barbecue!! Everything has been leading up to this!! To this match. The Slayer is coming back home to the world of Hardcore and I intend on kicking everyone out!! It won't matter to who is holding whatever prize WE decide to go after. Albeit select individuals that we can trust and actually do sort of like in a weird way. Every opportunity in our career for Battle Royal-like matches has gotten IT prepared.
Now, there will some assholes who will be bitching... I have lost in the last few encounters that I have partaken in. Maybe The Slayer has lost IT's touch!!
No, you damn meat sack ass-hats who only worry about wins and losses. The Slayer worries about hurting people. Now, it would be nice to get another chance at a championship. To win a singles title for CHANGE!!
I am never afraid of being burned. Look at IT's body!! Look at the burns and scar. They are IT's trophies!! This will NOT be a walk in the park!
This match will not be for the faint of heart. This match will be terrifying. Bloody and disgusting!! the smell of burnt skin will be everywhere!! Standing tall, at the end of the match will be The Slayer. The ICON OF SLAYING and the next CHAMPION of whatever damn prize I decide one... "THE SLAYER" CHARLOTTE ROSS!!
With all the burnt skin hanging around all your blubbering whiny ass bitch boys... With all that hanging skin... YOU CAN CHOKE... ON THAT!!
W.W.H. get ready to celebrate!! I am gonna win the Open Invitational Battle Royal!! Everyone is invited to the barbecue!! Everyone, please bring their penicillin.
As the light bulbs flicker, watching the flies meet their demise, she continues to munch on the leftover rat meat.
Post by Ace Michaels on May 8, 2020 15:55:04 GMT -8
The first scene is seen taking place backstage at the most recent Sunday Night Dystopia show in World Wrestling Headquarters land where there was various people seen keeping themselves pretty busy. One of the people who was seen keeping himself very much busy was one of the backstage interviewer's, Ace Michaels. If people don't know about him, he's happily engaged to the very much beautiful Victoria Lyons and his soon to be brother in law happens to be Victoria's brother, Vincent. He was seen finishing up with doing the last interview when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He very much carefully turned around and it was his beautiful blonde haired finacee smiling at him. He gave her a playful kiss and hugged her as she was seen saying right back to her sexy finacee.
Victoria Lyons (Vincent's sister and Ace's finacee): Well, hello there handsome! I'm hoping that you are having a good night so far?
Seeing her caring about him always makes his days so very much brighter. He said right back to the beautiful beauty as he gave her not only a smile on his face but also a kiss on her forehead.
Ace Michaels (Sunday Night Dystopia show backstage interviewer): Well, hello there my pretty princess! I always have a good night thanks to you! I was just finishing up doing a Interviewer with one of the newcomers who just got signed up to WWH. Thank you so very much for asking. I'm thankful and blessed that I have found you. I have noticed that there's going to be a Open Invitation Battle Royal that's due to begin the upcoming pay per view titled Dream State. I have been missing being in the ring. At a fed that I was apart of, I was the fed's United States Champion. Should I go back into the ring? I really do want to show the WWH fed that I have not missed anything at all.
Before she could answer him, her brother came up to the duo and said right back to his future brother in law.
Vincent Lyons (Victoria's brother and Ace's future brother in law): I say a very much happy YES! I have been noticing that you really do miss being in the ring. We have been talking about this. You were definitely born to wrestle. Maybe, we can team up with each other and go after the tag team titles. Go for it!
The blonde haired woman was heard saying right back to her finacee.
Victoria: I so very much agree with my brother here! You should sign up for the Open Invitation Battle Royal match. Show the rest of the competitors that you have not missed anything at all. My Ace can do anything. You have me, my brother and the fans right by your side. Give it a try. It doesn't hurt.
Hearing that both his future brother in law and his beautiful finacee say those kind words did the trick for him. The threesome was seen walking on over to the General Manager's office, looked at the clipboard and he very much happily signed his name to wrestle in the match. He thanked the duo and they was now seen deciding to go get something to eat as the first scene was seen fading into black
The night has arrived! He was seen getting ready to make his WWH in ring debut on the pay per view. Victoria was seen walking inside of the locker room and asking him
Victoria: Hey there babe! Are you ready to make your WWH in ring debut and in the pay per view? Vincent wanted to wish you all the luck in the world. He's getting prepared to be facing Chris Matthews later on in the card.
He was now seen finishing getting dressed. He was seen wearing the newest Ace Michaels: The Ace of WWH shirt, a pair of black jeans and black tennis shoes. He happily said right back to her
Ace: Babe, I am definitely ready, thank you for asking. I know that I have heavy competition in the match but if I don't win, I did give it my best shot. I might be a bit rusty but I got you, your brother and the fans right by my side. I'm so excited to get to show the entire WWH roster who I am and what I am really made of. Can you please say a prayer for me to make sure that I will do okay, please my love? I'm ready to rock and roll!
She happily honored his request. They bowed down their heads as she started to ask God to guide her finacee in his WWH in ring debut on the pay per view. Ace Michaels is ready to go!
The door shut behind me and I am set free. I knew where I wanted to go and what I was about to do. It is time to show up at DreamState and enter the Battle Royal. Who am I though? I am sure the world is trying to figure it out but what is the fun in doing that. I like the mystery of it. So the camera knows not to show who I am until I show up at DreamState. In front of me is a car with a man standing next to it showing my name, I nod at him that it is me who is listed on the sign as he opens the door. I take a seat in the car as I begin to speak in a distorted voice.
Voice: Hello Dystopia fans, soon you will find out what or I guess I should say who is coming to your show. I guess you also are wondering why I am not showing myself at the current time, well what is the surprise in that?
I like a little mystery, don’t you? It also gives me an advantage in this Battle Royal. You see anyone can enter, People like Blake Anderson and Kid Carnage have already entered and I may say it will be great to see Blake again but I don’t know this Carnage guy but he does interest me. You seem a little cocky there Carnage, like you believe you got this, that nothing can stop you. So sad to see that I am going to change your mind on that. Looks like this will be a loss in your book, Carnage, by yours truly.
There is a reason that I know that I can climb to the Dystopia ladder and before you ask people, this is not my first rodeo. I’ve done this for a while, I am a seasoned veterian but often misunderstood. No one appreciated me, they would just believe I was some sort of jobber and that I was there to make their job easier. WRONG! I am not a stepping stone for you people. I am your worst nightmare.
A cell phone rings as the person answers it.
Yes? Oh yeah things are going as planned. I will see you in a little bit. *listens* Yes this will indeed be fun and full of surprises. They will have no idea that it is coming. *listens* Ok see you soon.
The phone is hung up.
I am sorry about that but it seems that one person knows that I am on my way and I know for sure that they will enjoy the insanity that is about to happen.
The car stops as the driver says that they are where they requested to be. The door of the car opens as the camera fades out but a few minutes later fades back into a church and what looks like a confessional.
Priest- Child I am here to anything you want to confess.
Voice- Father, I know I am not perfect, nowhere near it but I fear that if I don’t win this battle royal that I am in then why am I even in this business? Priest- You are a wrestler?
Voice- Yes and I hope to prove it more by going to a new show. A new home if you will. The last place I stayed at didn’t understand me. I should have never been there.
Priest- Where were you at? A jail?
Voice- I guess you can say it was that. I didn’t deserve to be there as I did nothing to be put there.
Priest- You are now free though, how does that make you feel?
Voice- You sound like a shrink Padra. I feel great but I am sure if I don’t win that I will be sent back to that God awful place. It was literally like Hell on earth.
Priest- I see but what I don’t understand is why are you here telling me this?
Voice- Simple, I want forgiveness for what I am about to do. I want to stay out of that dark place that I once was. I want to win and whatever I have to do, I will do it. I am not shy about taking shortcuts to win. I need this and will do it.
Priest- I understand but do remember, that 1 Corinthians 15:26 says “The last enemy to be destroyed is death.”
Voice- Oh don’t worry about that, I am sure that will happen regardless. It is what I tend to do to all those that face me.
With that said, the door opens to the confessional and out walks the person, again the camera not showing who it was but hears the Priest say one more thing before fading out.
Priest- Go with peace my child and I will pray for whoever faces you.