03-30-2014, 10:21 PM
Gladiator...
When I first began in this business, I thought that I would never get anywhere. I mean, most men my size don't even make it to my age. Pituitary gland problem, yes? Nein. I am much different than any big man you have ever seen before. I am something far worse than a giant. I am to the XWF what Godzilla is to Tokyo. Anyone I have faced before can attest to that. I know that Maximum Entropy would. Picture this. This guy spent week after week, underestimating me. Berating me. Comparing me to Tim Tebow. Finally, he accepted my challenge, und chose his own stipulation. A Vain's Collar Match.
Just what is a Vain's Collar Match? Look, I don't give a shit if any of you are interested in what I say. Because I am The Beast of Berlin and I say what I want. Now, a Vain's Collar Match is set in a lovely ten story house of mirrors. The catch? Like rings leading into Hell itself, those stories lead downward. You start at the top. The collar? Ah, I'm getting to it. You see, not only did I contend with a maniacal anarchist mother fucker; not only did we put each other through and into a ton of broken glass; the loser, by blood loss, would be electrocuted immediately following the match.
I lost.
But guess what? Nothing can destroy destruction.
Now, like any naive mortal, you may be curious as to how this pertains to you. Common sense, is a paradox unto itself. If you had any, you would recognize the clear and present danger of stepping into the ring with a true, thoroughbred monster.
Your career?
Well, it's just starting. You are young, and as I have stated...naive. I won't lie. Which is to say that I will not sugar coat the fact that come Wednesday Night, you have a choice. You can either A. Walk away. Enjoy your career facing jobbers like Reno Riggins, Jumpin' Joey Maggs, Brooklyn Brawler and Hardbody Harrison. Get over. Jerk the curtain; or be, step into the ring with a living, breathing, fire spewing God of Destruction. Be decimated, then go home and watch the Rise of Winters to the top of Xtreme.
The choice is yours, kid.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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