Post by Destroyer Unleased on Apr 26, 2007 3:51:05 GMT -5
Thor stands still in his black out fit. He had seen both Jordan Glass's and Rachel's promos and had to laugh at them. In front of him was a folding table with black cloth covering it. The cloth was bulged as if it was covering something. Thor's faces was stone solid and set in a grin. He was going to let this play out slowly methodically. After a few minutes he chuckles to himself as he places his hands on the edge of the table.
"Lets see here I am in yet another 6 way match but this time I seem to have finally gotten a shot for the Xtreme Title. You know it about time. Though I will admit my last title shot ended in disaster. BUT only because of Johnny Kaos's whore Kori James. I had the match won and she interfered and got injured for it."
Cocks his he slightly to the lefts as if listening to something only he could hear.
"Come on Brother show them what you have planned. Show them what xtreme is."
Grins evilly as he pulls back the black cloth like a magician revealing the out come of a trick. On the table where myriad weapons. Barb wire covered baseball bats, 2x4s, steal pipes, a metal folding chair, a chain, a metal gas can and a lighter, a bag of tacks, and a kendo stick.
"It seems that these things and others will play an import in determining the next Xtreme Champion. Well lets see each will indeed make an impact. You see to me these while bing weapons are mere toys when compared to some of the things I have seen and experienced. Sure all of these things are weapons."
Starts to laugh to himself as he lets his cloaks fall to the ground. As it falls he reaches up and takes off his shirt slowly. One it is removed it reveals a toned muscular upper body with faint criss crossing scars. He turns his back to the camera to reveal a sheet of almost pure scar tissue that is criss crossed with non scarred flesh. After a quick moment he turns back around putting his shirt back on.
"Now you all say this match is xtreme. Well have you ever been in a bar brawl? Ever had a wooden splintered stool leg hit over the top of you head? How about had broken glass bottles sliced across you skin. More times then not still cover with booze.
Or how about this. You all have seen what my back looks like. I bets you are curious about what caused that. Well if you must know is it was a nine tailed whip. Each tail was a leather braid with pieces of broken glass and strips of jagged metal in them."
He slowly runs a his hands up and down his arms as he slowly looks down at the table with a slight grin on his lips.
"Not that it matters much really about how I got these scars or what I have done since then. But let me tell you it takes more then physical stamina to be the Xtreme Champion. There is a major mental game that is important for this match. Rachel you have counted me out as a major opponent and well that will cost you in the end."
Grins thoughtfully licking his lips as chuckles to himself. He picks up the barb wire baseball bat and draws it over his right fore arm. Almost instantly blood wells up from the cuts as he watches in fascination. As he watches the blood slowly drips to the table as he moves his arm over every object on there. Soon drops of blood are on all of the weapons on the table. He slowly lays the barb wire baseball bat back on the table.
With an evil laugh he slow licks the blood off of his arm. With a slight sigh of content he lets his still bleeding arm fall to rest at his side as he leans forward so he is slightly leaning over the table. His eyes had a hint of a barely contained madness to them as he licks his lips thoughtfully.
"Every one who enters that ring will leave bloody and beaten. Win or lose there will be blood shed by us all."
"That pleases you doesn't it brother? It pleases you to know that there will blood and mayhem."
Nods in agreement as if listening to a something that wasn't them. A cold calculated smile is on his lips as he licks them in anticipation of what was to come. He was looking forward to leaving his opponents as wrecked bodies behind him in the ring.
"Lets see.... thats right who am I facing? Prozac one of the resident goofs and clowns. A complete joke and for the life of me I cann't see how he is even considered for being a contender in this match. Oh well I guess it has to do with him being the prior Xtreme Champion and all.
Next we have Calaz a man, if we can even call him that, who has had a few lucky breaks and a major ego problem. I mean come on he has not won a match that he didn't have help of some kind. Now he is a washed up former main eventer. Sure he has had shots at the World Championship but well pissed that chance away and lost in a match that he had a good chance of winning."
Chuckles softly and licks his lips to wet them as he runs his left hand through his raven black hair. He shakes his head causing his hair to cascade over his shoulders as he looks over the weapons on the table.
"Hmmm now moving on we have Corporal Punishment. Dude you may have been in the military but dude Sargent Slaughter wants his gimmick back. Lighten up and quit acting like you have a stick shoved up your ass.
Jordan Glass man you and I had our matches in the past. It seems we always meet in some sort of big multi way match. Anyway, dude you need to pull yourself together. You honestly need to take some time off and pull yourself back together man. Seriously you are a danger to yourself and other with the way your mind is right now. I know you having trouble dealing with the loss of your the woman you loved. Well I too have been there and know how feels. You have to face the pain and deal with it.
Who does that leave? Oh yes it is Rachel. Now if you think that just because you are a woman that I will go easy on you then you are wrong. Some of the most brutal opponents I have had in my life have been women. So you will be treated like the rest of my opponents."
Starts laughing heartily as he thinks about the way he plans for the match. With a sick grin he holds out his still bleeding arm as he grabs the gas can and the lighter. With a steady hand he pour gas over his out stretched arm. He shows nothing as the liquid cause the cuts on his arms to burn. He caps the gas can and puts it back in its place on the table.
Once that is done Thor ignites the lighter and light his arm on fire as he laughs disturbingly. He just holds his flaming arm out over the table as he stands still watching the flames dance upon his flesh. After several minute the flames burn out and there is not a mark on his arm. He looks up and forward with glinting eyes as he licks his lips and fangs as if to get a taste of the blood that would flow at Aftermath. He lets his arms fall back to his side slowly as he looks down at the weapon strewn table.
"Lets see here I am in yet another 6 way match but this time I seem to have finally gotten a shot for the Xtreme Title. You know it about time. Though I will admit my last title shot ended in disaster. BUT only because of Johnny Kaos's whore Kori James. I had the match won and she interfered and got injured for it."
Cocks his he slightly to the lefts as if listening to something only he could hear.
"Come on Brother show them what you have planned. Show them what xtreme is."
Grins evilly as he pulls back the black cloth like a magician revealing the out come of a trick. On the table where myriad weapons. Barb wire covered baseball bats, 2x4s, steal pipes, a metal folding chair, a chain, a metal gas can and a lighter, a bag of tacks, and a kendo stick.
"It seems that these things and others will play an import in determining the next Xtreme Champion. Well lets see each will indeed make an impact. You see to me these while bing weapons are mere toys when compared to some of the things I have seen and experienced. Sure all of these things are weapons."
Starts to laugh to himself as he lets his cloaks fall to the ground. As it falls he reaches up and takes off his shirt slowly. One it is removed it reveals a toned muscular upper body with faint criss crossing scars. He turns his back to the camera to reveal a sheet of almost pure scar tissue that is criss crossed with non scarred flesh. After a quick moment he turns back around putting his shirt back on.
"Now you all say this match is xtreme. Well have you ever been in a bar brawl? Ever had a wooden splintered stool leg hit over the top of you head? How about had broken glass bottles sliced across you skin. More times then not still cover with booze.
Or how about this. You all have seen what my back looks like. I bets you are curious about what caused that. Well if you must know is it was a nine tailed whip. Each tail was a leather braid with pieces of broken glass and strips of jagged metal in them."
He slowly runs a his hands up and down his arms as he slowly looks down at the table with a slight grin on his lips.
"Not that it matters much really about how I got these scars or what I have done since then. But let me tell you it takes more then physical stamina to be the Xtreme Champion. There is a major mental game that is important for this match. Rachel you have counted me out as a major opponent and well that will cost you in the end."
Grins thoughtfully licking his lips as chuckles to himself. He picks up the barb wire baseball bat and draws it over his right fore arm. Almost instantly blood wells up from the cuts as he watches in fascination. As he watches the blood slowly drips to the table as he moves his arm over every object on there. Soon drops of blood are on all of the weapons on the table. He slowly lays the barb wire baseball bat back on the table.
With an evil laugh he slow licks the blood off of his arm. With a slight sigh of content he lets his still bleeding arm fall to rest at his side as he leans forward so he is slightly leaning over the table. His eyes had a hint of a barely contained madness to them as he licks his lips thoughtfully.
"Every one who enters that ring will leave bloody and beaten. Win or lose there will be blood shed by us all."
"That pleases you doesn't it brother? It pleases you to know that there will blood and mayhem."
Nods in agreement as if listening to a something that wasn't them. A cold calculated smile is on his lips as he licks them in anticipation of what was to come. He was looking forward to leaving his opponents as wrecked bodies behind him in the ring.
"Lets see.... thats right who am I facing? Prozac one of the resident goofs and clowns. A complete joke and for the life of me I cann't see how he is even considered for being a contender in this match. Oh well I guess it has to do with him being the prior Xtreme Champion and all.
Next we have Calaz a man, if we can even call him that, who has had a few lucky breaks and a major ego problem. I mean come on he has not won a match that he didn't have help of some kind. Now he is a washed up former main eventer. Sure he has had shots at the World Championship but well pissed that chance away and lost in a match that he had a good chance of winning."
Chuckles softly and licks his lips to wet them as he runs his left hand through his raven black hair. He shakes his head causing his hair to cascade over his shoulders as he looks over the weapons on the table.
"Hmmm now moving on we have Corporal Punishment. Dude you may have been in the military but dude Sargent Slaughter wants his gimmick back. Lighten up and quit acting like you have a stick shoved up your ass.
Jordan Glass man you and I had our matches in the past. It seems we always meet in some sort of big multi way match. Anyway, dude you need to pull yourself together. You honestly need to take some time off and pull yourself back together man. Seriously you are a danger to yourself and other with the way your mind is right now. I know you having trouble dealing with the loss of your the woman you loved. Well I too have been there and know how feels. You have to face the pain and deal with it.
Who does that leave? Oh yes it is Rachel. Now if you think that just because you are a woman that I will go easy on you then you are wrong. Some of the most brutal opponents I have had in my life have been women. So you will be treated like the rest of my opponents."
Starts laughing heartily as he thinks about the way he plans for the match. With a sick grin he holds out his still bleeding arm as he grabs the gas can and the lighter. With a steady hand he pour gas over his out stretched arm. He shows nothing as the liquid cause the cuts on his arms to burn. He caps the gas can and puts it back in its place on the table.
Once that is done Thor ignites the lighter and light his arm on fire as he laughs disturbingly. He just holds his flaming arm out over the table as he stands still watching the flames dance upon his flesh. After several minute the flames burn out and there is not a mark on his arm. He looks up and forward with glinting eyes as he licks his lips and fangs as if to get a taste of the blood that would flow at Aftermath. He lets his arms fall back to his side slowly as he looks down at the weapon strewn table.
