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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Jun 8, 2023 7:11:20 GMT -6
Horror-Core Rules match for #1 Contendership for Horror-Core Championship vs. Caine Marik vs. Desmond EdwardsRP Limit: 1 roguehorsemen The Age of Fall
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Post by roguehorsemen on Jun 16, 2023 19:30:44 GMT -6
{The screen comes up and we find ourselves in the rolling emerald hills of Cameron North Carolina, the view shifts from the various parts of the region until finally we find ourselves looking down at a sprawling homestead. A large respectable house in white and black sits towards the back of a long, twisting drive while next to it, sits a large warehouse like structure with a door that we are able to read once the camera draws close enough to it}
Slayton Dojo Marcus A. Slaytion SR-Owner/Chief Instructor
{This is the famous or in some cases infamous wrestling school that has trained a great many wrestlers over the course of the last three decades, a school with a long tenured history of training the toughest bastards that have gone on to become champions as the camera’s view shifts from the outside of the building to various locations within ranging from the practice rings where students learn their new craft, the weight room, medical center, promo center, and then to the infamous “trophy room” where we see wall to wall display cases that hold replicas of all of the titles that the various wrestlers that have graduated the Dojo’s rigorous training have won before we return to the practice rings where we find Caine Marik sitting on a bench in front of one of the rings, taking a long pull from a water bottle as he looks like he has just finished a grueling practice session}
Caine: Well here we are again, another edition of Revolution and the powers that be have placed another chance to fight for a championship in front of me with the chosen title being this time the Horror-core title. And this is something a little bit different for me as the Horror-core championship is a Hardcore championship.
Well, congratulations Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation booking committee as you are the first ones to ever book me for a contendership match over a *Hardcore* title. And no, I’m not being sarcastic or rude or flippant or anything like that because in the past, no company has ever booked me for a hardcore title match because of the lamest reason that I’ve ever been handed by a booking committee ever;
“You are too much of an A list wrestler to be bothered with such a garbage championship.”
{Caine rolls his eyes before taking another pull from his water bottle, swishing the liquid around in his mouth for a moment before spitting it out on the ground to the side}
Caine: Sorry about that, but just saying that made me have a dire need to wash my mouth out because of how freaking stupid it sounds. You see not one member of my family is afraid to bleed, I mean *fuck*, my own older brother Alex made his bones wrestling in one hardcore promotion after another both here in the United States, Canada, Puerto Rico, and Japan before any feds here would even look at him seriously for anything like a heavyweight, United States, or what have you title, and Alex is a twenty seven time hardcore champion because of it…so in short like my brother, I’m not the kind of guy who is afraid to either shed blood or have my blood shed.
In fact, while I’m quite looking forward to this match and the chance it gives me… I also have to feel incredibly bad for my opponent in you, Desmond Edwards.
I feel bad because my first major foray into the Horror Core division is with you and as much, it must be *through* you as well…I mean, I get it. You’re the skill of the Age of the Fall, you’re a highly trained striker and technical wrestler and that you love to call yourself the “Dragon” because it makes you feel all big and entitled, and I get that.
But what you don’t get that is that I’ve been spending time here, in this place of horrors, learning from the best of the worst where it comes to hardcore wrestling and that is my own uncle, the man who runs this very wrestling school in the form of Marcus Alexander Slayton himself. A man who spent almost two *years* as the Superior Championship Wrestling Extreme Champion back in the early two thousands simply because he understood the art of hardcore wrestling better than anyone else on the SCW roster.
And that included that lousy Jason “Stalker” Reeves fuck whom everybody says was the greatest hardcore wrestler of his era…the reality is that he’s nothing more than some lazy ass bum who used his friendship with SCW’s owner in Edward Brown to grant him the championships rather than actually fucking *work* for them.
{Caine then gives the camera a sly grin}
Caine: Kind of like you, Desmond.
But then again you don’t have that kind of stroke, now do you?
Don’t worry, Desmond, neither do I…and even if I did, I wouldn’t use it because I want to enjoy myself in this match because despite popular belief…I didn’t really get a chance to enjoy properly get going in my matches against Hooker Haze or Killjoy McAnderson, and they know it…so that’s why they used their stroke to get what they wanted rather than let me bathe my hands in the warmth of the hot blood as I ripped them down from their thrones of dirt to add their championships to my collection.
But this isn’t about my hatred for those two lying, worthless shits now is it?
Nope…this is about me and you for the chance to fight Scotty Paine for the Horror-core title.
{Caine takes another pull from his water bottle before setting it aside and leaning forward to fix the camera with a hard, serious expression}
Caine: I fully understand that you think that the old Diamond Dog is already past his prime, that my best years as a credible threat to any championship is over simply because *you* say or believe so, huh Desmond? I don’t know if that’s something that you believe or what because I haven’t heard from you and I’m assuming that’s because unlike Heather Haze or Danny Boy, you’re actually taking this match seriously and as such, you’ve been spending every waking moment preparing for your match against me and take that contendership for yourself.
But you have to understand something, Desmond, and that is the moment that I was told about this match by Reno, I reached out to my uncle and he offered for me to sit at his learning tree and learn a few unique lessons that my father didn’t teach me.
Lessons in Blasphemy, Lessons in Torture, and Lessons in Fury.
The purest of lessons that he would teach time after time to people who came in through the front doors of this very wrestling school, high on the dreams of becoming a professional wrestler only to have them be turned into their most exquisite of nightmares as they found themselves trained by a six foot four, two hundred and sixty five pound man who gives Chuck Norris nightmares because of what he could do to people in the wrestling ring.
And at Revolution, when that bell rings to start out match, Desmond, I’m going to share with you a Lesson in Blasphemy that you’ll never forget as I walk out of that arena with my hand raised high over your broken and battered body.
And don’t assume that I’m already looking past you and towards a match with Scotty, Desmond. I’m not as all of my attention is focused solely on you, just like I’m hoping that all of your attention is focused on me…because if it isn’t, then I’m going to take your goddamned head off and then you’ll be the poorer for it.
{Caine then stands up and stretches, the sounds of multiple pops can be heard as he cracks his neck to the left before shaking his arms out}
Caine: There really isn’t anything more to say, now is there? Nothing more than at Revolution, be prepared for your lesson and make sure that you pay very close attention…because the next age to fall is yours.
Be seeing you.
{Caine then nods his head to the camera before leaving the screen as it fades to black}
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