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Cruising To Victory! - Carnage - 01-19-2016
Hmmm Carnage your cock is so big and juicy- Scully's Grandmother
Ugh... what?
Detective Fernandez, the man we saw arrive at the scene of the double homicide in the last promo, finally wakes up, after God knows how many minutes or hours of being unconscious, he isn't quite sure just yet. The surrounding area is dark and it takes a while for the mans beady eyes to adjust, when they finally do, he comes to the puzzling conclusion that he is in some sort of warehouse area, they're crates of wooden boxes and machinery everywhere. The detective is bound to a wooden chair, his arms tied behind him with a thick piece of rope, he struggles and squirms trying to wiggle his way free, to no avail.
What...what happened?
The detective desperately begins to recollect in his head...he had visited the Secretariat of Public Security Federal District building, going over some of the evidence and findings of the gruesome double homicide he had been looking into, two of the worst butchering the Detective had seen in several years, despite living in Mexico, a country renowned for brutal crimes and torture after all,especially at the hands of the cartels and other gang members running around. But the murders didn't strike the Detective as gang related at all, rather random, and completely unbiased. The evidence and samples had been taken from the crime scene for identification, the Detective was hoping to find a match as soon as possible to track the killer and get him off the streets, which was a mighty concern for him, but as he struggled against his rope binding, that was the least of his concerns now.
The detective remembers leaving the federal district building after spending several tiresome hours filing reports and paper work and hailing a nearby taxi, the taxi driver had pulled up the Detective opened the front passenger door and told him to get inside. The Detective had done so, plopping himself down into the front seat and after giving off an exasperated sigh, told the Taxi driver his intended destination.
This wasn't his destination, his intended one anyway.
The detective had drifted off somewhat in the Taxi, maybe if had been paying attention, he would of noticed that the Taxi was taking a rather unusual route to get to where the Detective wanted to go. Avoiding all the main roads and using twisted ,secluded, side roads instead. However, far too tired, the Detective had momentarily fallen asleep, when he had woken up, he found himself inside the Taxi still on an empty side road, and the Taxi driver was nowhere to be seen.
What? Where am I?
Exactly where I want you to be hahahahahahah!
The detective remembers now that a scarred hand holding a chloroformed handkerchief reached from behind the Detectives seat and over his face as the startled Detective yelled out, but to no use...after a brief struggle, everything had went black.
Fast forward back to present, now the Detective, finally awake, finds himself here.
Captive.
What is the meaning of this...
Hello Detective!!!!
The Detective turns to see a hooded man, head bowed, appear from behind a crate of boxes and walk towards him.
Glad to see you're finally awake hahahahah!
What is this?
I hear you're looking into those double murderers committed a couple days ago, trying to track down the killer? The ONLY person trying to track down the killer. Word has it ...you're the only non corrupt law enforcement figure in this entire whole stinking city hahahaha! Poor you, but I have some GOOD NEWS! The killer? Look no further!...
The man lifts his head up and pulls his face down to reveal the red and black painted face of...CARNAGE.
....You've FOUND him! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Who are you!?
You're the detective! Isn't that your job to find out!? Come on now!
Carnage sits on a wooden crate a few feet away from the tied up Detective, chuckling to himself.
Why did you kill those two people?
Haha why? Well that man tried killing ME first! Amateur mistake! As for that women, I only wanted to have some fun with her! She should of been willing after I saved her sniveling life! But she was stubborn, ungrateful! Talk about playing hard to get!!!! I stabbed her a couple of times to try and make her given in, but I guess I got carried away, oh well, didn't stop me stabbing her a couple of times with my hard cock...AFTER I killed her! Hahahahahahah!
Y-y-you're insane! A Monster!
Ha! Its a commonly suggested theory said to me, yes.
You're not going to get away with this.
What are you going to do, call the corrupt policía are owned by the Drug Cartels and who kill as many innocent people as I do? Go ahead! I have your phone right here! I'll even dial you the number since your hands are ....um tied...hahahahah! Here, get them to save you, I promise I won't be moving you from this spot, I WANT them to find you.
Carnage dials a number and walks up to Fernadaz putting the phone, which is on loudspeaker, to his mouth.
Secretariat of Public Security Federal District building. How can we help you?
( This is Detective Marcus Fernadaz! Track my location! The double homicide killer is holding my hostage in a warehouse and he's a raving fucking lunatic and...)
Carnage slaps Fernadaz with the phone bringing an end to the call, the Detective slumps in his seat groaning.
Ah ah ah....I speak wetback you know! Raving fucking lunatic? Thats not very nice! Well I guess the feds will be on their way! How exciting! My adrenaline is pumping!!!! Best I should take this opportunity to address my upcoming opponent before I wrap things up here HAHAHAHAHAHA!! You stay shut Detective I'll make this quick, don't want any interruptions now do I !?!!
Carnage pulls out some duct tape from the hoodies pouch, tears off a piece with his crooked teeth and places it around the Detectives mouth, who muffles something incoherently as Carnage faces the camera.
Hey Scully!
I'm glad to hear the "XWF Resident
" days are out the window as you put it, just like your chances of winning this match and coming out of this devoid of grievous bodily harm and shattered confidence because the "XWF Resident Punching Bags" are still going to continue for you, in full swing, hahahah!You STINK of lies! I smell it on you like your slut woman smelt the alcohol when you turned up to your kids birth. Still denying your mental illness was fake? Like I had already explained, my theory is you thought of the first unique gimmick to spring into your head and ran with it hoping to get over because before the whole
Saga you was as cookie cutter and generic as they come, so you wanted something to help you get over, something to make the fans like you, and who doesn't like a lovable ? Forrest Gump is a classic movie about a lovable ! Thats what you was trying to be I wager, the XWFs Forrest Gump, but instead you just became the XWFs Heath Slater. Hardly any reaction from the fans OR your fellow wrestlers, and couldn't win a noteworthy match or get over to save your pathetic life. So you switched back, oh but you took an "Experimental Drug" you say? I experiment with drugs every weekend I'd love to get my hands on that shit you apparently took, must be good shit! Yeah right you cunt, you're full of shit. Instead of taking "Experimental Drugs" to fix your brain, maybe you should of taken physical performance enhancing drugs like your old running partner Morbid Angel because as I already forewarned you, or normal, nothing with you will EVER change whilst you're the frail chicken legged loser you still are!You don't have to tell ME about how harsh and brutal the XWF can be Scully! I KNOW! Thats why I joined! I want brutality, I want hardcore, blood and guts! Don't talk to me about winning some and losing some either, I know I'll lose some, but anybody that enters a match with me, even if they do pick up the win, they won't be walking away from that encounter with the same frame of mind or in one piece thats a promise. Ghost Wank? Garbage? Still using the kiddie jokes I see! I'm almost expecting you to stick your tongue out make an L shape with your hand and say " Nuh nuh nuh nuhhhhh" in one of these promos you're that fucking cringe worthy! Why would I need to ask anyone other than you about LOSING!? You do it more than most of the other veterans here, as for winning, I don't need to ask anyone for the secrets on how to do that, I have my own special formula hahaha! I find it funny you're trying to act all confident and shit now when in your first promo you even admitted I have the advantage! I can hear the lack of confidence and the slight pauses you make when you second guess yourself, you're going to beat me? Highly unlikely, you've already beaten yourself kiddo! The second you admit you're at an disadvantage thats it, its game over. Everything you say after that just sounds like empty threats to me and everyone else, and the match becomes nothing more than a formality which I knew it was anyway from the beginning! I was just cruising as you say! Cruising to Victory!
Wanna know how else I can ensure this is over before its already began? You're looking way too much into my namesake and my appearance. You said you wouldn't underestimate me, but taking me for a joke because of the name I've chosen and such is doing just that! Yes, my appearance and name is has likeliness to a comic book Villain . Why? Because it SUITS me! As the my banner slogan on XWF99.com says... "Carnage....nobody causes it more, or does it better!" and thats 100% true, perhaps the ONLY time I'll be 100% truthful haha!! Nobody does shit like me, nobody else is like me and I'm not TRYING to be anybody else! Me and Pest might both rape and kill but thats as far as our similarities go and look around, the XWF is SWARMED with killers and rapists! Shit its a killer/rapist convention up in that bitch hahahahha! Copying Gator? Yes because dressing up as DEADPOOL was reallllly original as well, have you ever BEEN to a Comic Con? Me neither, but I know every cunt and his mother dresses like Deadpool, or The Joker! Gator was a cunt, dressed as Dead Pool, from Manchester, which makes him the lowest of the low! Even lower than YOU being from Birmingham, why would I ever want to be that guy? Fuck him, and fuck you! I may use face and body paint and have what the kids call a "cool and edgy" appearance and name but thats not ALL I am, its not my name or appearance you should care about or take notice of, its the man BEHIND the name and face paint, and what I'M capable of doing, which is A LOT...you're underestimating that, which is your first, and most likely LAST, mistake when dealing with me.
Oh no! You mentioned my mommy and daddy again! I'm so hurt! Yes Scully your kid will know EXACTLY who his father is! A dead beat good for nothing who can't do anything right inside or outside the ring! Your son will know you, but when he's old enough to realize how much of a fuck up you are he isn't going to WANT to know you! Lets say I DO actually know my dad, if he was anything like you I'd be better of NOT knowing him, fuck that! As for me possibly running around in gangs, I wouldn't do that stuff to "act hard", I would do it for FUN! Just like I do everything I do for FUN! XWF will be my playground, because the entire WORLD is my playground. People are my play toys, I poke them, tear them apart, play games with them, physically and mentally, because I find it all amusing. You want to know why I told that "sob story"? Because I know how peoples minds work. I know people latch onto shit like that. Its a good distraction to stop people picking up on the things that are actually important, the things that they wish they picked up on before they step in the ring with me, but by the time they do, they realize its too late! I'm TELLING you this, and you're still so stupid you're going to latch onto things that aren't important and may not even be true! Talk about my sob story some more, my parents, the gang life, but when I beat you, it won't be me sobbing, it'll be YOU gushing out the tears...and BLOOD!
Oh but wait.... you're going to beat me down because that woman I raped and killed was your brothers squeeze!? What are the chances! Of all the women....you know what I call that? Cruel fate hahahah! Symbolic too, that slut, she represents you and your XWF career. Just cruising along, no threat to anybody, completely harmless, but then I arrived and decided to rape and butcher it anyway! Hahahaha! Thats exactly whats going to happen this Wednesday! I'm going to rape and butcher you , in the figurative sense, I don't swing that way so don't get excited you closet
! And I don't want to literally KILL you either, no, I want to leave you just alive enough so you can look at your wife and kid when you lay in a hospital bed Thursday Morning, and you can SEE the disappointment in your woman's face while she holds the child you'll NEVER be good enough for in either of your minds! Because you know what? Letting you live with that much shame and self-resentment would be much more amusing to me than actually ending you miserable life. Have I ever been curb stomped you asked me!? Hell yeah! On that note, my finisher is a springboard curb stomp Pumpkin, they'll be no ropes for me to Springboard off so I guess I'll just have to settle with curb stomping YOU the old fashion way before throwing your ass off that roof top! Will you get your shots in before I do that? I hope so! Have you noticed the scars all on my body? You think other people gave me them? Hell no! Most of them I gave to MYSELF! To me pleasure IS pain! I get pleasure in causing pain to others as well as receiving it myself! So give me all you got! But I promise you I will give it back tenfold and break your physical being and your mental state of mind, so much so you'll want to become again if you really ARE telling the truth about that shit, just so you won't have to deal with the thought that you never have and never will amount to anything here worth telling sweet little Aston when he's older. Too bad for him! And too bad for you because the time for talking is over, Scully...get ready for CARNAGE! Bye bye!Carnage turns back round to the Detective, who has been squirming and making quiet muffled sounds this whole time, and rips the tape off his mouth. The detective lets out a gasp of air and groans.
What did you think!? Pretty good at this cutting promo stuff huh? So much fun!
You're crazy! Insane! You won't get away with this! The police are on their way! We have your DNA samples from the crime scene.
Hahaha, those samples never made it to examination! You'll be surprised just how corrupt this city is, a couple of bribes, threatening to kill a few loved ones, and the law enforcement around here bends to your every whim! No wonder drug cartels are so cosy here! I LOVE IT!
This really is all fun games to you...isn't it?
Hahahahaha! Yes it is, and the fun's not over yet....for ME anyway!
And with that, Carnage pulls out a knife from his belt and in one lightening quick motion...slits the Detectives throat!
20 minutes later.
The police finally arrive at the warehouse where they pinpointed the Detectives mobile activity. Guns drawn, a squadron of law enforcement, seven in total, enter the warehouse with more police cars outside.It doesn't take them long to find the Detective, laying dead in the chair, with a piece of paper duct taped to his blood soaked chest. One of the police officers screams out "GOD LORD" at the sight. The police member at the front holsters his weapon and walks up to the dead body of Detective Fernadaz, ripping the piece off paper of his chest and reading the message on it, which has been written in blood.
"CARNAGE WAZ HERE"
Fade