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Mastermind · (04-10-2015)

Morbid Angel Said:Mastermind, How sweet it will be to cause you pain.

I look down at my hands

Morbid Angel Said:The day you walked into the XWF was the day I wanted to ruin you.

My hands look like they have blood on them, why do they have blood on them?

Morbid Angel Said:Near a year has past and now I get my chance...and to what do I owe this pleasure? What did I do to earn this? Is this one of those free victories? I feel this will be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Shut up Morbid, shut the fuck up. Get out of my head.

Morbid Angel Said:I know, you will Master my mind and I will succumb to the powers of that ass hat! Either way, I don't see you walking away clean, walking away a winner.

I'm hearing someone yelling my name, but why can't I see them? Why do I have blood on my hands?

Morbid Angel Said:So fucking what if you beat Peter Gilmour. Everyone walks through Peter like he was a joke. If Peter is the best thing you have to offer in the way of victory then you are sadly mistaken on how much everyone gives a shit.

JULIAN: "'M' stop it, you need to stop."

That's Julian's voice, my Personal Assistant, why is he telling me to stop? What do I need to stop?

JULIAN: "'M' focus on my voice. Listen to me. Look at me. Come on man, come back to me."

I think I'm standing. I'm looking for Julian. I think he's starting to come into my vision.

Morbid Angel Said:I, myself, need some clarification as to how you think you will beat me. I mean, you don't strike me as a smart man. I look at you and see a fool trying to play a game of wits. I may look a fool to most but one thing that is globally agreed upon is that I am a winner!

I can still hear Morbid Angel's voice in my head. Is he the reason for why I am like this at the moment? It must be. because I feel really angry. But now I am starting to focus, I think I can see outlines of people.

"Julian are you there?"

JULIAN: "I'm right in front of you sir. Just focus on me some more."

Morbid Angel Said:You are a fucking loser....I am sure at this point I am just repeating what others have said to you over the years. Why should I repeat them? What would that prove other than the fact that I can't think of anything else to say.

"Get the fuck of my head Morbid. Julian, why do I hear Morbid Angel in my head what's going on?"

JULIAN: "You saw his promo and you snapped sir. You need to focus on my voice not his. Listen to me, keep looking at me."

I look directly at Julian, and now I can see him. No longer blurred. I keep looking at my hands. There's blood all over them. Wait a minute, Julian said I snapped after watching Morbid Angel's promo. That can't be a good thing. I start looking around. There are bodies all over the place.

"Where are we Julian?"

JULIAN: "We are at a bar. We came here after the Radio Interview at WKRP Cincinnati. That's when Morbid Angel's promo came on the television. That's why this place is like it is. Because you snapped."

I keep looking around. More and more things are starting to come back into focus. There is glass every where, spilled beer everywhere, tables turned upside down, more bodies around, pool tables overturned.

"Did I do all this?"

JULIAN: "Yes sir we did. It's okay. My team are on their way here to fix this up. I've just paid the Bar Owner, and he's going to look the other way but only if I get you out of here."

Morbid Angel Said:I want you to know that I despise you, my lack of respect for you will prove to be your weakness

I sink to my knees.

"You can't do this to me Morbid. You can't. You won't. I won't let you. Get the fuck out of my head. Leave me the fuck alone."

JULIAN: "Focus sir, you need to focus."

Morbid Angel Said:If you have no respect for me then I will have to take that on the chin as I destroy you! I WILL ADD YOUR FUCKING NAME TO MY LIST! I will drink your fucking blood for no other reason than because I can! and you will lay in the ring and watch as I do it.

"I've got blood on my hands because of you, you fuck wit. How dare you put a promo out that disrespects me the way you do. How dare you. That's not fair. My anger for you knows no bounds. Look what I did to innocent people. Look what I can do to you. Do you want that on your hands? Do you? Do you really?"

JULIAN: "Sir listen to me, you aren't doing a promo at the moment. You're in no fit state to do one. I need to get you out of here. Just focus on me please."

Morbid Angel Said:You know why? BECAUSE FUCK YOU! That's why! You are a so called two time Xtreme Champion of shit! You are worse than a title shitter! You are lower than a fucking dog! There is one thing we have in common is the Xtreme title and even then you made it look bad! Because I have to share that title history with you I want you to know that...Well, I honestly have nothing else to say about that...I mean, I could say you suck? But what would that prove? How would that make me look? It sure as fuck won't make me look tough but more like a man grasping at straws.

"Well fuck you too Morbid. Fuck you too. I'm no fucking title shitter. Maverick was the title shitter. Blame the pig. I'm not a dog. You're the fucking dog. Who the bloody hell cares that we share the X-Treme Title history together. Everyone does. Not just me and you. You're an ass hole. You demean people. Well guess what Morbid. That's going to stop Wednesday. When I get finish with Vincent Lane, and become the next Hart Champion, I'm coming to kick your butt all over the place like I did to all these people here, in this bar. See that see it? Fuck you. You jabaroni. You koito. You teko. Look up the Maori word for Teko and see where that gets you. Teko head."

JULIAN: "Mastermind that's enough. Sir you must listen to me. Focus on my voice. Focus Mastermind."

Mastermind gets to his feet, looking all around the bar, at the bodies of innocent people that he just left in his wake. He looks at Julian. And tries to calm down.

JULIAN: "We need to get you out of here. Can you focus on me so that you can calm down?

Mastermind holds up a finger.

"1 second."

Mastermind turns around looking for a camera. There is none. But he just yells it out anyway.

"You've named your stipulation big man. Well here's mine. The Loser has to wear bras and panties in every match they participate in for a month. The winner gets to decide what match they participate in and against who. But the first opponent has to be Hero Extreme - and he can do as many promos as he wants, and the loser of this match can only do 1. Fair enough fool?

Julian grabs Mastermind and shakes him.

"Sir focus. I need to get you out of here. Can you focus."

Mastermind looks at Julian.

"Don't touch me again. I am focusing. I'm ready to go. Lead the way."

Julian leads Mastermind walking over a bunch of people collapsed on the floor, out of the bar, and back into the Cincinnati night life.

(OOC: Loser has to wear Bras and Panties for a whole month when they compete in matches, the winner gets to choose all the losers matches and opponents for that month. But the first opponent he must face is against Hero Extreme - Hero can do as many promos as he wants for that week, but the loser can only do just 1 promo.)

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