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Carnage · (01-16-2016)

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Few Days Ago.

The scene opens in a office area where several men in suits are seated around a large circular glass table. They look like the typical fat cat money hording type of corporate assholes . A XWF banner hangs on the wall in the background giving the indication this is some sort of head office meeting with the top executive figures of the fine federation. Tyrone Jackson's assistant, Dan, is seating in one of the end chairs at the table, elbows on the surface, fingers interlocked looking rather bored. One of the men seated near the other end of the table pipes up breaking the silence.

XWF Fat Cat #1:: So...where is Tyrone?

Dan:: I'm filling in for him, he had important business elsewhere.

XWF Fat Cat #2:: Important business elsewhere!? THIS is important business, our profits are in the red! Ratings are plummeting! How am I expected to maintain my Lamborghini collection with no money coming in? How!?!

XWF Fat Cat #3:: I'll have to sell a jet or two at this rate!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, I understand how dire the situation is, believe me, me and Tyrone attended the last Wednesday Warfare to survey the situation personally. A lot of the top guys that were here before the federation got rebooted so to speak have yet to come back. Championships such as the X-Treme and Intercontinental are being hot potato-ed and passed around like cheap hookers, hell the current champions in general either suck, or are barely around. My boss said straight up, the fed needs a lot of work, more fresh riveting talent needs to be scouted and brought in to hopefully help bring the federation to where it once was.

XWF Fat Cat # 4:: Agreed.How do we go about this?

Well I...

BOOM!!!!

The metallic double doors to the room thrust open as a large security guard goes flying through them and lands on the floor in a bloody heap. Dan and the rest of the executives collectively get to their feet in shock as a hooded figure walks into the room.The man has a grey ragged hoodie on and baseball cap titled low covering the top of his head, as well as black sunglasses... even though the weather outside is stormy... and a black scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face. The man lowers the scarf to reveal a mouth etched into a sinister smile baring crooked yellow teeth.

Man::Yuhoooooooooo! Started this party without me!?! I tired walking in without causing TOO much of a stir but eh...there was complications...

The man stares at the bloodied KO'd guard on the floor, shaking his head. Dan regains his composure, going from a look of shock to annoyance.

Who the hell are you?

Me? ME!? Who am I!?

Yes! Who ARE YOU!?

Hahahaha! I'm the answer to your peers PROBLEMS my dear man! The solution to your TROUBLES! You see I heard what your boss said on that Wednesday Warfare, you see....I've been observing XWF for awhile now! Well, awhile before it got shut down then re-opened that is...and I find the place so intriguing! There really is no other company quite like it is there? You have a bunch of "wrestlers", that consist of the likes of murderers, rapists, robots, thugs, rock stars and even talking feces all under one company umbrella, tearing each other limb by limb on a weekly basis in some of the most insane, barbaric, inhumane matches known to mankind...and I LOVE it!

Get to the goddamn point!

*Sighs* patience, patience!

The man walks up to Dan and puts his arm around him, still grinning.

I know the product hasn't been the SAME since it came back on air. I know Tyrone Jackson is just looking for new and innovative ways to breath LIFE back into the company...and deep down I know you want to prove you can do a better job running things than him and even Shane

ever could but we'll keep that between you and me, oops, did I say that OUT LOUD!? Haha!

The man looks around the room still grinning before pulling Dan closer in his one arm embrace.

LISTEN to me... I know XWF has gone stale as of late.I can bring back a side to XWF its been sorely missing, that those blood thirsty piece of shit fans have been sorely missing, pure unadulterated extreme action! I live for it! I AM it. Mixed in with pure raw talent, rawer then the flesh I will tear off my victims bones, with my own teeth! Don't think I don't have the stomach for it! Hahahahah! You need me.

I need you?I don't even KNOW you.

OH! But you will, oh I know what you're thinking " taking a shot on a complete stranger, thats foolish, unpredictable", but unpredictability is what I'm all about! Practically my middle name! And you know what? It WORKS for me! Embracing the unpredictable can work for you too!

The man pats Dan on the back, who raises his eyebrows.

You want me to just secure you a contract? Just like that? I need to know you can handle yourself, especially in that ring.

Does it LOOK like I can't handle myself?

The man points to the security guard who is pretty close to bleeding out to death at this point. Dan nods.

Touche, OK, I'll give you a shot. But I'll be putting you in a match with extreme stipulations for your debut match! And your opponent won't be a rookie like yourself either.

I AM NO FUCKING ROOKIE!

The man barks out in a aggressive tone, Dan and the rest of the executives all jump, clearly far from at ease. The man quickly regains his toothy grin and calm demeanor .

But...thats fine with me! Give me one of you XWF veterans! I hope whoever it is ready for the fight of their life, literally, hahahaha! Heres my contact details!!

The mans pulls out a piece of paper from his jeans and shoves it in Dan's blazer breast pocket before turning on his heels and walking to the doors.Dan pulls the paper out and looks at it.

No name on here, just a number and a smiley face...wait...what do I call you? Whats your name?

The man stops at the door and turns his head, stilling grinning.

My name? That you will know soon enough, you ALL will! Ciao!

The man laughs some more shutting the door behind him leaving Dan and the rest of the executives dumbstruck and speechless as the scene fades.

The scenes opens in a dark setting, a sole dim light bulb dangles from a low ceiling causing shadows to dance all over what seems to be some sort of cellar. The faint sound of what sounds like water dripping can be heard, and then, the faint sound of cackled laughter as a figure shrouded in the shadows speaks.

SOON. Very very soon it will be time for me to begin my mission. WHAT mission you ask!? The mission to leave a mark in this federation, but no no no not just any mark, a permanent scar! I am the blade that will drive itself right into the flesh of this company and leave it branded, FOREVER! Hahahahaha.

"XWF where the action never slows down" well let me warn you, the action is about to be taken to sixth gear! DON'T say you wasn't warned, I've just did it! X-Treme? Half of these people don't know the meaning of the word, but they're about to, hahahahaha.

What is my NAME? My STORY? Well the ring name I've chosen I will say shortly. But my real name? Thats a mystery. No not in an edgy sort of way it is literally a fucking mystery! Dumped on an orphanage doorstep in London when I was just a wee baby. I never knew my real parents, my real name, and I don't CARE to know it, care to know THEM.My real parents could be dead for all I know and my real name dead with them and I wouldn't care! GOOD RIDDANCE.

Raised in an Orphanage, thats how I spent my childhood. Until I ran away, got taken in by one of the local gangs, turned to crime yadda yadda yadda you know where this is going, a modern day Oliver Twist!

Getting involved in the gangs, it taught me how to fight! How to survive! And yes, even during desperate times, how to maim, torture and kill. But the fighting, oh yes I loved the fighting, so much so that I took on illegal underground fighting at a very young and innocent age, haha thats lies, there was nothing innocent about me! I was angry! I was bloodthirsty! The adrenaline! The rage! Blood sweat tears not to mention piss and vomit...I loved it all.During my underground fighting, I met a group of people who were also into backyard wrestling, which I then decided to take on, and I was even better at that! A born natural some would say! Diving off ladders, bashing peoples heads in with dustbins, chairs and baseball bats, just came instinctively to me hahaha! I suffered more than my fair share of broken bones, fractured ribs, but as I continued, my threshold for pain and my skills grew, as well as my blood lust and thirst to fill my body with even MORE adrenaline, the only thing that made me feel truly alive!

I went from the backyards to the independent circuit soon enough, after I decided professional wrestling was my true calling. And wasn't I good at it, the most hardcore, reckless motherfucker other hardcore reckless motherfuckers had ever seen and could only dream to be! Putting my body on the line, sometimes several days a week, sometimes without pay, instead simply for a place to sleep that night! Never stayed in one city for long, or one country, wrestling in England, America, Australia, Japan, all over the world!

But wherever I was in the world, there was one place I would always here about. One place that I figured could maybe, just MAYBE, grab my attention and keep it for the long run, that place was XWF. After hearing about the brutality, the hardcore tough sons of bitches with gigantic balls of steel and the sheer madness that happens there...I knew I had to have a piece! So here I am! And THAT is my story thus far!

Or is it?

Everything I said, growing up in an orphanage? Running around with gangs? Undertaking in underground fights and backyard wrestling before joining the indie circuits? It could be complete and utter bullshit, or at least some of it, but who knows? Except for me of course, but thats for me to know! Hahahahah!

The only thing any of you people NEED to know about me is what I said before that may-or-may-not-be-fabricated-life-story! I am here to leave a MARK in this company, and on its so called "X-treme" wrestlers, one by one!

Starting with....SCULLY.

Yes you wanted a match, practically begged for someone, anyone, to "step up" and face you, which right there is laughable because I'm new here and even I know you're at the bottom of the barrel. How can anyone step up when you're at the dead bottom!? Sucker. No worries, I am here, and as I said I want to leave a mark on everyone here, even if that means stepping DOWN and beating the holy shit out the formerly and justly called Resident XWF

in my first ever match! Its a shit, pointless and ultimately unrewarding job but hey... someone has to do it!

Now I know you're probably thinking how the hell can a "rookie" like me, talk down to a veteran like you like this? Its easy, you're a veteran here and look what you've accomplished in your time here! Nothing! Your greatest achievement is walking around with a title you made up and being the bag carrier in a stable that is no longer around! I want to face X-Treme wrestlers, wrestlers that do this companies name JUSTICE, and YOU "Scull Meister" are not one of those people! What shall I provide proof? Your match against Morbid Angel and Trax for the X-Treme title the middle of last year, you wasn't even involved in the decision of that match! You was on the floor counting Z's by the end of it, that match was all Trax and Morbid, you was pathetic! A match for the X-TREME title, the second biggest in the company, and you squandered it! Despicable!

Then if that wasn't enough, you went on to lose the title you created to a guy who just like your old stable isn't even around anymore, you lost your imaginary title to someone who ironically dressed like the imaginary bunny out of Donnie Darko, what a fucking loser, good job "Scull Meister" hahahahahahahahahah.

Then your abysmal performances didn't stop there really did it. You was on Trax's team for War Games, and wait, wasn't you one of the LAST people picked? People who had been here for an eighth of the time you've been here were picked before you, even GHOST TANK got picked before you and losing is his gimmick! What? Its not!? You're lying! And you're pathetic! But I've already said that, but I'm saying it again!

I mean for fuck sake Scully I've never known someone to be "just there" as much as you are, in Black Hand you was "just there" in the biggest match of your career, the X-Treme title match at Relentless, you was "just there" and most recently at War Games you was "just there". No impact whatsoever, no importance. This upcoming Warfare marks my debut here in XWF, people will be talking about it for weeks, no MONTHS to come, in total awe of my total awesomeness and you? Nobody will be talking about your involvement at Warfare, because once again you'll be "just there".

Hold the phone! I've heard you had a little bundle of joy recently? A baby boy. D'awwww, what kind've cheap whore would let you enter her fucked up beef curtains and impregnate her is beyond me but.... CONGRATULATIONS! I have to ask though. isn't it going to be a kick in the balls when that kid, if its even really yours, grows up and he realizes the man he's supposed to look up to is a total fucking loser? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I mean you know your girl already thinks it, probably fucking the milk man right now! Letting him splash his special milk all over her slut face! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Its a good thing your little rat isn't enough old to watch TV because I'd HATE for him to see what I'm going to do to poor ol' daddy. A rooftop brawl match? Good job you got over that fear of heights leading up that match you had at Relentless. Remember though, its never the height you should fear, its the FALL! And fall you shall, to ME, OFF the rooftop, back to the bottom where you fucking belong!

And the great Lucas Arzegotti as the special referee? Its an honor! The honor being all YOURS Lucas as you get to witness up close and personal just what I am capable of! Go ahead and analyze my movements, my forms of attack, but as I told Tyrone Jackson's rent boy, I'm unpredictable, I may choose to wrestle one way one match, and then pick a completely different style the next! I want you to take note of the look of pure cold concentration and calculation in my eyes, realize you're looking at the eyes of a man whose soul is blacker than Trax's knee caps as I systematically tear Scully to pieces bit by bit, then you can run and tell the rest of the roster how totally and utterly fucked you all are now that I'm here.Thats right you get to be my glorified messenger in my debut match! Isn't that WONDERFUL!?!

More cackled laughter.

And fucked you all are INDEED! It starts with Scully, and ends with the rest of you. I will not stop, I cannot be stopped, until I bring this very company to its knees! Until the ring, the ramp, and the backstage hallways are paved in the blood of those that I have victimized and made my fucking bitch in that ring which will soon be known as MY ring! Let it be heard, loud and clear, I am here, and with me, I bring total, inescapable, indiscriminate, unimaginable...

The man steps forward into the light. His face painted blood red and coal black. Cold blue eyes bulging manically. Yellowed teeth bared.

CARNAGE.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The man, Carnage, continues to laugh as the dying light bulb flickers out and darkness consumes everything completely, Carnage's laughter still bellowing as the scene comes to an end.[/align]

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