Post by DARKSIDE on Apr 15, 2013 21:07:01 GMT -5
Just as the next match was set to begin, the ring announcer stands in the middle of the squared circle. As he begins to introduce the next match, Nightmare and "Doctor" Death jump the guard rail at ringside and assault the announcer, snatching his mic out of his hand before tossing him over the top rope. As the man lands with a plop on the hard floor outside the ring, Nightmare laughs as he watches the man quiver in agony from the fall.
Nightmare then joins his tag team partner in the middle of the ring....
Last week, "Doc" and I came out here and offered an open challenge. Anyone and everyone in the back had an ample opportunity to come out here and make a name for themselves. We waited and waited....and waited some more. It is NOT wise to keep Darkside waiting!
Tell 'em "Doc".
Nightmare slaps the mic into Death's chest and the skull-masked behemoth takes it in his hand.
That's right. We were kept waiting here. Waiting for any two of these little trolls to sack up and come meet their doom in the middle of this ring! When we arrived that night, Nightmare and I were already hungry for carnage. You all know how it feels to be kept waiting when you are starved for sustenance. It angers you. It causes you pain and frustration. The sheer fact that nobody at all answered our challenge shows us that the Darkside faction is still the most feared entity in this business. No matter what we have done in past weeks, when a "free shot" is offered up....nobody stepped forward. Nobody stood up to Darkside as we stood in this ring and waited to see just who had what it takes to make an impact.
So, what happened? No tag team match. Instead, one solitary soul emerged from behind that curtain. One man against the combined might of the most dominant force in all of wrestling. He would have been better off just flinging himself off the roof of this building! Ha ha haa... Come on! When you cross that fine line between courage and stupidity, it never ends well. We never even caught his name. He was just another nameless victim whose blood and flesh were offered in sacrifice to the darkness. Another lamb led to the slaughter.
After the rough beginning of this season, should we really be out here gloating about a 2 on 1 beating? No! We are not proud of what we did to that man. There wasn't even any sport in the hunt. He was like an insolent slave boy being fed to the lions.
Nightmare takes the mic back....
It's true, "Doc". There is nothing to be proud of in that victory. But, blood is blood. Violence is violence. A soul is a soul. Be it one man, two men....or the whole fucking roster. A win is a win....and that human will never make that mistake again. There may be a lot that he may never do again. Did he even survive? Ya know, we could have killed him. Taking Darkside on alone is pure suicide! Whoever sent him out here should be arrested as an accomplice to 1st degree manslaughter. Ha ha ha haaaa....
Suddenly, the lights go out, leaving the arena in a pitch black void!
Nightmare then joins his tag team partner in the middle of the ring....
Last week, "Doc" and I came out here and offered an open challenge. Anyone and everyone in the back had an ample opportunity to come out here and make a name for themselves. We waited and waited....and waited some more. It is NOT wise to keep Darkside waiting!
Tell 'em "Doc".
Nightmare slaps the mic into Death's chest and the skull-masked behemoth takes it in his hand.
That's right. We were kept waiting here. Waiting for any two of these little trolls to sack up and come meet their doom in the middle of this ring! When we arrived that night, Nightmare and I were already hungry for carnage. You all know how it feels to be kept waiting when you are starved for sustenance. It angers you. It causes you pain and frustration. The sheer fact that nobody at all answered our challenge shows us that the Darkside faction is still the most feared entity in this business. No matter what we have done in past weeks, when a "free shot" is offered up....nobody stepped forward. Nobody stood up to Darkside as we stood in this ring and waited to see just who had what it takes to make an impact.
So, what happened? No tag team match. Instead, one solitary soul emerged from behind that curtain. One man against the combined might of the most dominant force in all of wrestling. He would have been better off just flinging himself off the roof of this building! Ha ha haa... Come on! When you cross that fine line between courage and stupidity, it never ends well. We never even caught his name. He was just another nameless victim whose blood and flesh were offered in sacrifice to the darkness. Another lamb led to the slaughter.
After the rough beginning of this season, should we really be out here gloating about a 2 on 1 beating? No! We are not proud of what we did to that man. There wasn't even any sport in the hunt. He was like an insolent slave boy being fed to the lions.
Nightmare takes the mic back....
It's true, "Doc". There is nothing to be proud of in that victory. But, blood is blood. Violence is violence. A soul is a soul. Be it one man, two men....or the whole fucking roster. A win is a win....and that human will never make that mistake again. There may be a lot that he may never do again. Did he even survive? Ya know, we could have killed him. Taking Darkside on alone is pure suicide! Whoever sent him out here should be arrested as an accomplice to 1st degree manslaughter. Ha ha ha haaaa....
Suddenly, the lights go out, leaving the arena in a pitch black void!