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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Jun 14, 2022 17:34:30 GMT -6
Tag Team match for the World Tag Team Championships vs. The Left Hand ("Carnivore" Daniel Dream & Poseidon) w/Lee Matthews & Ian Dream vs. Reapers & DragonsRP Limit: 2 (per team) Reapers & Dragons will reveal themselves at the PPV.
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Post by The Cult of Carnivore(DD/P/ID) on Jun 26, 2022 9:02:58 GMT -6
"Carnivore" Daniel Dream, dressed in a mask, out of the back. However, Carnivore's mask is different from his usual fabric yellow smiley mask. This mask is half yellow and half black with a wide toothy grin that has white teeth. The tanned competitor rechristened as Poseidon walks behind Carnivore, down the entrance ramp of the Seawolf Sports Complex as Carnivore wears half of the World Tag Team Championship around the waist of his yellow-and-black wrestling tights. Poseidon has his half of the World Tag Team Championship around the waist of his blue wrestling trunks. Carnivore walks up the steel steps, and enters the ring through the middle rope. Poseidon rolls under the bottom rope of the ring. A ring assistant hands Carnivore and Poseidon microphones through the ropes.
Cowardvore leans forward with his left side as he brings the microphone to the black side of his mask.
Cowardvore: When this is all said and done, when you lay your head down at night and there's that sharp pain in your neck that sends electricity down your spine and into your extremities...and that all too familiar headache that comes with being delivered concussion after concussion...those lingering reminders that you went toe to toe with The Cult of Carnivore. Not Team Resurrected. Don't get me wrong, it was a pleasure to team with Evan Moore and Chaotic to show the world exactly what we're all about here.
Remember....
You fucking wanted this.
You basically BEGGED for this. All but got down on your knees and pleaded.
You're about to learn the hard way that while you can be world-class athletes, have more money than you even know what to do with for generations, but when you come to my ring and challenge me, it's going to take more than everything you can muster.
Carnivore leans forward with his right side.
Carnivore: How I thanked you for showing me the ways back to myself to be...myself. Reapers and Dragons, you have no earthly idea who the fuck I was. Or who the fuck I am. Professional wrestling takes a certain state of mind. A certain focus. To fight through the pain and the suffering of not only every day life but the added amounts that are tacked on through wars inside the ring. My focus is on this ring and the opponents in it. You don't know the man you're fighting because that very man doesn't know who he is yet and that...makes me the most fucking dangerous person on the roster. Some people wrestle to gain all the money, all the fame, the accolades that come along with it. I don't wrestle for star ratings, I wrestle to beat the best. To go toe to toe with the greats this sport has and to put them down, and that's what I do. I'm a wandering warrior that travels this universe looking to spill the blood of the people that think they are better than I am. Ever since I've joined ECWF, I've been enthralled in the tag team division. I've been in wars that would make either one of the World Wars look like a game of patty-cake.
As always, you got what you wanted, huh? You wanted a shot at my straps, you got it. You wanted that match on your fucking terms and you got it.
Who am I? Who is Daniel Dream? I gotta tell ya, I just spent the weekend looking myself in the mirror asking those very questions. White meat and unseasoned, that's Daniel. I have far too much left to prove and far too many things left to do. The more blood, the more mangled up flesh, the more broken bones, the more Cowardvore feels at home. To that I say, good! Because after getting a taste of a morsel of a morsel of the ECWF Tag Team Championship division, I am hungrier than ever! You're getting a different side of Daniel Dream. You're getting the young man who's starving to get where he feels he deserves to be and will stop at nothing to get there! You're biting off a little bit more than you can chew with me. I’m taking out my frustrations on you then the rest of the ECWF roster! The Daniel Dream of old is back and he's here to stay! That's your goal inside the ring, Reapers and Dragons, it's to be Daniel Dream. You're not me. You'll never be me. Another decade plus in this sport and you'll still won't be man enough to hand me a bottle of water from ringside let alone be worthy of all the accolades you dream of. Since the day I stepped foot in this fucking place, I been the motherfucker everybody else feared more than anybody else. I'm the greatest tag champ in company history.
I get the opportunity of a lifetime. Reapers and Dragons, this match is a goddamn opportunity for me as much as it's an opportunity for you. You have the obvious fucking opportunity. If you win, you're the champs. But for me? Oh, man. Even if my opportunity is less obvious, it's fucking SCREAMING! When I win, I get to shut you up. You aren’t going to have an excuse about how you didn’t get this match exactly how you wanted.
When your shoulders are on the mat and the ref counts three, the game changes for you, Reapers and Dragons. When you tap the fuck out after I lock you in a submission move, your excuses go bye-bye. Gone is the potential GOAT, the legend.
In one fucking match, I'm going to undo your whole fucking image, Reapers and Dragons.
Everything I do to you. Every bruise that I beat into your asses, every bone that I fucking break...all of it. You wanted it.
Go back to Rock N Roll God on your knees.
Beg him.
Beg the world.
Go look yourselves in the mirror. Tell yourself the truth.
You did this to yourselves.
It kills you to look in the mirror and not be Daniel Dream.
What you wanted, I call opportunity.
You, on the other hand, that opportunity, squandered.
Ultimately, Reapers and Dragons, I know who I am. Every day I wake up Daniel. Every night I go to sleep Daniel.
Daniel drops the mic. Ian Dream and Lee Matthews come out of the back before entering the ring behind Poseidon. The Cult of Carnivore stand proudly in the ring until the lights go out.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2022 11:19:50 GMT -6
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