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Post by Theodore Richman on Apr 25, 2024 9:05:13 GMT -6
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Post by roguehorsemen on May 5, 2024 21:38:15 GMT -6
{The screen static jumps to an exterior shot of the famed Museum of Witchcraft, located in beautiful Salem Mass, and this is where we find not only one third of the ECWF World Trios champions in Robert Armstrong but also the newly minted ECWF Midwest champion in the “Black Swan” himself-Caine Marik, with the usually jovial Marik having a very dark look on his otherwise handsome face, with both men carrying their respective title on their right shoulder}
Caine: You know, when it was announced that Robert and myself were going to be teaming this week on Mayhem, I naturally assumed that our opponents would actually take the time to stand up and let us hear what kind of violence that they were going to visit upon us…but imagine my disappointment when after being given more than ample time, there is not a damn thing to be said by them.
Robert: You know, Caine, I think that you need to stop doing that because there is nobody here in this company that’s ever going to just stand up and cut a fucking promo because there is not a singular one of them here in this company that have the common respect for their fellow opponents, except for maybe that over hyped POS that is Kevin Hunter and his bunch, everyone else in this company is too busy counting their riches BEFORE their matches because they all assume that they are all too great or that they’ve been unchallenged for too long here in ECWF that nobody would bother to fight back against such a supposedly superior force.
{The two men look at each other for a few seconds before they break down into a long and hard laugh, a laugh that lacks not one ounce of actual “mirth”, “humor”, or “joy” in it but is an incredibly hollow and dark sounding noise, much like one would propose would be the laugh of the grim reaper himself if the Reaper itself ever had to do such a tedious action in its duties..and before the “laugh” can last very long, it is over, with both men looking as serious }
Caine: That having been said, I know that we constantly say that here in ECWF and why the hell shouldn’t we continue pointing out the errors of our inferiors? Seriously if you are going to be here, ladies and gentlemen, then fucking be here and don’t fart around.
That’s not what we Rogues did when we first came here to the Federation. We didn’t come in like a bunch of lazy, no talented dipshits like John Blade, the kind of people that this industry, let alone this Federation needs nor desires because this Federation has been a place of greatness and that in part is why we Rogues are here, to be the kind of talent that this company can truly relay on to not only put those asses in those seats, but to also do what we do best and that is wrestle because time and time again, no other group in this company puts on one stellar match after another like the Rogues do.
Now we come to you two gentlemen, Mark Frenzy and Deacon Wolfe.
Now Robert and I don’t know what the two of you did wrong for the front office to put the both of you into a match against two of the most sadistic and violent members of the Rogues, but here we are, aren’t we? So the question that I have for the two of you is are you ready to step into the ring with two veterans of this sport?
Robert:Actually, that doesn’t matter, Caine.
Caine: What do you mean?
Robert: It doesn’t matter because if you’ll recall, they jumped on Patrick on the last edition of Mayhem, so I guess you can say that this is our version of payback before we get our hands on Chris King himself and tear down yet another false Kingdom. So, Royal Horde, it really doesn’t fucking matter to me if you cut a promo or not before Mayhem because the insult is going to be the same nonetheless;
It will be bloody.
It will be painful.
And it will be *SHORT*.
And it will be short because at Mayhem you are going to be standing across the ring against two of the most dangerous members of the Rogue Horsemen. You’ve got the pure technical expertise and violent leanings of your Midwestern champion in Caine Marik and me, a true Sadistic Submissionist, bringing new levels of understanding of what true pain is to the both of you and that is something that I don’t mind doing in the slightest because if there is anything that I despise more than a faker being in my industry is a couple of nobodies who are only out for the money and love being the bearers of that whole “sports entertainer” BS.
And that’s *exactly* what I see when I take a look at the both of you and that tells me that the only thing that the two of you are going to do is show up, try to look pretty and intimidating…right before you simply choke and the two of us are going to come out of the show the winners. And there is nothing that the two of you nor your little bitch manager, can do to stop what’s going to happen because it is one thing for you to jump one of our own, but it’s a whole different thing when your executioners are standing right there in front of you, boys.
So come to Mayhem, pretend that you’re doing your best, and be destroyed nonetheless.
Caine: See you boys at Mayhem.
{The screen the static jumps to black}
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Post by The Horde on May 6, 2024 12:10:11 GMT -6
Mark thought his career was over after all he has endured in his life. His brother winning the gold brought new fire in his gut and he now is back to take on everyone. The white knight is here to get redemption and become a hero to all.
“Yes it’s time to become a new man. It’s time to put all of the old mark away. I’m a new man now and just wait till everyone sees what I’m going to do in this tag match. I have developed this bad reputation here. I have been the guy known as a quitter whenever I suffered a loss and it’s time to not only to get over my fear of losing but gaining more victories than ever before.”
Mark opens his bag and pulls out some white pants with black trim. He sets it next to him and hunches down a bit and just chuckles. Deacon and the other men are sitting in the room with him. He cracks his knuckles and puts on his grappling gloves.
“Well brother, are you ready for war? Are you ready to send those horses out to pasture?”
Deacon questioned as he looked at mark. Mark sits up straight and nods.
“Oh I’m ready. The question is are they ready. I have heard these four men talk in circles.”
Mark said as Deacon smirks and nods.
“Preach!”
Deacon shouted as Mark continued.
“Oh Robert Armstrong looking like Tommy Oliver ordered on Temu and this Caine guy looks like he spent way too much time in the tanning booth. He’s beaten ace sky what like 20 times? So I have beaten ace sky too. So now these two have to face us and deacon. It's a preview for you. You get a chance to beat on Mr Armstrong before you and the boys face him and his for their titles. My brothers in arms are ready and well prepared to take what is ours!”
Mark looks at Deacon and deacon is cracking his knuckles. He stops and smiles.
“It’s gonna be nice to crack his skull and maybe break his arm or just break him. I’ve seen the bloodiest battles that give you nightmares and these guys want to talk about being rogues and all this. Rogues are always the bad guys. They break the rules and yet still want to portray yourselves as heroes.”
Deacon smirks a bit as Savannah comes and sits with him.
“My wolf are you going to break their faces like you did those two guys the other day?”
Savannah asked as she planted a kiss on his cheek. Deacon smiled a bit at her.
“Oh yeah of course that’s me. See we are tired of holding back and it’s time that we take all the gold. Starting with mayhem. Chris has the ecwf title, me and my boys will get the trios belts and then mark here will take that midwestern championship. It’s gonna be a simple take over.”
Deacon said as Savannah gets up and waves bye to Deacon as Mark nods a bit.
“That midwestern title will be added to our crew soon enough. Which one of us will get the belt? it doesn’t really matter because these fools have been a thorn in our side for far too long.”
Mark stated as Chris entered the room and stepped in front of the camera and smirked a bit. He’s wearing a finely designed Armani suit that’s dark blue with a white shirt underneath with a dark blue tie.
“So you horsemen want a shot at the champion? I don't think either of you are ready for me. I can hear it in your voices. You both don’t know which of you wants my title. You two sound like scared little boys that want a new toy but are undecided on the color scheme. Little boys that fight among yourselves over who’s gonna be the leader. Rogue Horsemen? It’s hard to trust someone who refers to themselves as a rogue. You fools wanna step to me? Get in line and prepare for me to break you all. I don’t care who it is or what you may think. You’re looking into the eyes of the champion. I make the rules because I have the gold. You boys want a shot, bring it on! The dragon king will burn you and your dreams to the ground!”
Chris then walks over to his big leather recliner in the corner as Mark and Deacon get fired up.
“Yeah! Oh the white knight is ready. I’m ready to get back to my former glory. I am a legend here. A hall of famer and what should I worry about against you two. Oh it doesn’t matter if we promo? Well if that’s the case. Rogue horsemen, you four pains will know pain. You will know that we’re the real deal and you are nothing but a flavor of the month no not month but moment. At this moment you still aren’t better than us! You aren’t even on our level and you wish that you were. I’m the best to ever do this. You both will see and around here whenever you hear about great tag team wrestlers. I am at the top of that list. You guys are just nuisances that need to be eliminated and you will be. Oh you may think these are empty threats but you need to believe that Mark Frenzy is for real and that’s the truth and you need to accept it.”
Deacon nods in agreement as Deacon pushes the camera over as the scene fades to static.
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