Maniac: Dammit, I’m going to be late for Blood, Sweat, and Tears.
*Maniac raises his head and claps his hands, his smirk now evident again on his face.*
Maniac: OK, let’s keep this short and simple, shall we? You all know who I am, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. The man standing at the door is known around the wrestling world as Kevin Legacy. Now, Kevin is going to be getting back in the ring soon, I feel he needs some proper training. So all of you just volunteered to be his training partners for the day, isn’t that fantastic?
*There’s a few looks between some of the men and the muttering starts to get louder and louder. Maniac sighs and then looks at Kevin and waves him forward. Kevin nods and steps forward, slipping out of his jacket, leaving him in just a tanktop and jeans. Maniac turns and faces the gym again, a smirk etched on his face.*
Maniac: Here’s how this is going to go down. Kevin is going to take my place right here in the middle of the room. He will then have 5 minutes to beat the shit out of everyone in this room. Now, I’m a very cultured man, so I’ll wait outside with a stop watch. Good luck boys.
*Maniac turns and walks away leaving Kevin standing in the ring. When Maniac reaches the door he stops and twirls back around to face the gym.*
Maniac: Oh that’s right, the added bonus. If any of you gents are still standing after 5 minutes is over, you get $5000. But just to make sure there are no scaredy cats in here, if any of you take down Kevin, you get $50000. So, good luck.
*Maniac then turns and walks out the door, and the shot switches to the hallway, watching as Maniac closes the door. Maniac pulls a timer from his pocket, setting it by the ground. He clicks it on as the sound of fighting starts from inside the gym. Maniac leans back against the wall, sighing and then looking at the camera.*
Maniac: So boys are you ready for this match? Are you ready for the beating I’m going to bring on you? Oh, I’m sure, wherever you are right now, your anticipating doing something big to show how unafraid you are. But here’s the problem, if you’re not scared yet, you really really should be. See, I’m not your average wrestler. I don’t aim to win matches, I aim to hurt people winning is just an added bonus. I aim to make you realize that ####ing with me is a bad idea. And I don’t do it with pillows and puppies. I have no sense of remorse, no sense of morality. What I want, I take. What I don’t like, I break. And so when it comes time for us to meet in the ring I am going to break all three of your spines and not think twice about it.
*Maniac is stopped suddenly, as the door gets broken when someone comes flying through it. The man hits the ground and tumbles a little, before lying on the ground unmoving. Maniac’s attention is diverted once more as the timer starts going off. He kneels down, pressing the timer and then steps into the gym, through the wrecked door. Maniac looks around whistling at the sheer carnage within the room. Where once it was a nice pristine room, there is now just utter mess everywhere. Barbells are strewn all over the place, there’s a few people bent over the workout bench, a guy lying face down on the treadmill, his face almost turning into sawdust. A boxing bag or two have been torn down, and in one case a bag can be seen on the other side of the room, with a guy crumpled beneath it. Standing in the center of the room once more, dusting himself off, is Kevin Armstrong. Maniac stops a few feet from Kevin and sighs.*
Maniac: Kevin, do you realize how much you just cost me? It’s going to cost me a fortune to replace this gym with all the broken equipment.”
Kevin Armstrong: Yes, and you’re so short on the money recently.
*Maniac stares at Kevin and then chuckles and shakes his head. Kevin smiles, but then winces and clutches at a rib, causing Maniac to raise an eyebrow.*
Maniac: What happened?
Kevin Armstrong: One of the bastards came at me from behind with a metal bar and got me around the ribs. I didn’t really like that very much, so I kicked him out.
*Maniac laughs and looks back towards the doorway, and at the guy, who is still out cold. He then turns back to Kevin.*
Maniac: Well, your training is over for now. Now, I’d stay and chat, but unfortunately I have somewhere to be. Why don’t you say a few words on my opponents for Blood, Sweat, and Tears? I’m tired of wasting my breath on them so, I’m going to go and let you do this one, alright?
Kevin Armstrong: Hey, you sign the checks. So long as they don’t bounce, it’s your call.
*Maniac smirks and nods, before strolling off. Kevin watches him go and then turns and faces the camera.*
Kevin Armstrong: Look at this carnage Logan Neilson, Draconis, and Fallen. Here I stand, the proud protégé of Maniac, and at my feet are the pathetic fools who think they can compete with us. Now, at Blood, Sweat, and Tears it is just another long running battle between good and evil. Now, I can’t speak for the rest of the roster, though their actions clearly show how decisive they are, but me personally? I’m very decisive. It’s why I’m looking forward to watching this match Logan Neilson, Draconis, and Fallen. I’m looking forward to watching Maniac show you three clowns and the rest of the boys in the back that you three are nothing more than Jerry Lawler wannabes. Men, if you three can be called that, whose best served staying behind the announcers table making cheap jokes, because the best cheap joke in this business is your attempt at wrestling. You call yourselves the good guys? And you’re proud of that? You’re proud to be the favorites of a bunch of two toothed bastards, that can’t even drink their beer properly. Here’s a hint; it tastes much better cold. At the pay per view Logan Neilson, Draconis, and Fallen, you’re stepping into the ring against a madman. You’re stepping into the ring against a man that has no fear of pain. If you want to take him down boys, you’re going to need to bring the kitchen sink. Every ounce of strength you have left within you, every iota of courage you possess, you need to bring it. I’d tell you to bring the biggest balls you can find, but in your guy’s case, trying to find testicles is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I hope you show up at the pay per view Logan Neilson, Draconis, and Fallen, I really do. Because when you do, I’m going to take pride in watching the beating Maniac gives you. It’s the next battle of the ages, and once more Maniac is going to win. The only hope you have is a slim one and you should really savor feeling that, because by the time Maniac is done, you’ll have no hope whatsoever. All you’ve have is a massive medical bill, and the knowledge that VIOLENCE IS GOLDEN!!!
*Kevin laughs and walks off as the scene fades to black.*
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