Post by Angel Blake on Mar 8, 2023 23:33:30 GMT
We find the Lord, our God, seated backstage in his personal locker room. Once more he is being checked over by the medical staff after a match with Nick Knight, only this time he looks incredibly upset. Both of his fists shake, adrenaline still pumping through his veins as the two doctors move about him.
One of the doctors shines a light into his eyes while the other begins to rotate Angel’s left arm to see if the movement causes him any pain. Angel just sits there, glaring forward. His mind going back to the match that ended only minutes earlier.
The adrenaline continues to build like water boiling over the top of a pot. The doctors both say something to him, trying to get a response but Angel has none. All he can think about is Nick Knight, the metal object, the stolen victory.
“Angel!?”
One of the doctors finally gets his attention. Angel looks up with cold, dead eyes. The eyes of a shark right before it takes a large chunk out of its prey.
“Come on man, you need to answer me if you want to get cleared-”
Angel stands up suddenly, his right hand around the throat of the doctor who was speaking to him. The other doctor falls over backward, completely caught off guard by the sudden movement.
”If I want to get cleared?”
Angel hisses through clenched teeth as he drives the doctor backward against the far wall. The other doctor scurries to his feet and runs out of the room as fast as he can.
”You will clear me…”
“I-I-I don’t know-”
”YOU WILL CLEAR ME!”
Angel heaves the doctor across the room, sending him back first into a locker. The doctor slumps to the ground as Angel approaches him, squatting down to look the man in the eyes.
”You will clear me to compete for next week.”
Angel hisses again as he reaches down for the doctor’s throat.
”Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes…”
The doctor manages to stammer as Angel stands back up. That terrible smile working it’s way across his pale painted face.
”Good. Now go!”
The doctor quickly makes his way to his feet and runs in the same general direction as the one who ran away before him. Angel slowly turns on his heels, his eyes now focusing on us. The camera that had entered the room to try and get his thoughts after such a brutal encounter. Angel regards us for a moment before speaking.
”EXTREME RULES!”
He barks at us, the anger still very much evident on his pale, painted face.
”Extreme rules…”
He says more calmly, allowing his clenched fists to loosen.
”Match three was always a guarantee.”
He says as he tries to collect his thoughts.
”But I honestly expected to walk into this match with two wins under my belt with only one more needed to finally put you away. Truly, Nick, I underestimated you…”
He says with a hint of regret.
”I underestimated how badly you want what’s mine…”
Angel looks over to the IWF World Championship draped over a steel chair. He scoops it up and holds it in front of the camera.
”I underestimated how low you would go to accomplish your dream! I honestly thought better of you, Nick. I held you in a higher regard. I had thought you’d want to win this championship by earning it…”
”But you want it by any means necessary…”
“You don’t want to earn it. You don’t want to beat me. You don’t want to stand in front of your family and fans and say you truly deserve to be called the IWF World Champion. No, you just want what I have and you don’t care how you get it…”
Angel makes a “tsk, tsk” sound before continuing.
”And that fact, what you did tonight at Sacrifice? It really disappoints me. I heralded you as an equal, Nick, someone unlike anyone I had ever faced before…”
”And then you go and cheat…”
“Are you that intimidated? Are you that afraid? Do you doubt yourself so much you must sink to the lowest common denominator? Are you so frozen with fear by my very presence that you can’t even offer me a fair contest?”
”Or am I just that deep in your head?”
“You gave me your all in our first match. You left me impressed. You just barely survived our second match and I started to feel proud. And then you did the unthinkable. The one thing I would never have expected from someone like you…”
”You cheated…”
Angel takes a deep breath with a sigh of disappointment.
”Maybe I was mistaken about you, Nick? Maybe I just had too high of hopes? Maybe I am cursed to forever reign as the unstoppable monster you all claim me to be? Maybe there just isn’t anyone on this planet who can offer me a real challenge?”
”Maybe…”
“And maybe match three is where you learn some respect. Maybe Extreme Rules is just what we need to take things to the next level? It’s clear to me now that you can’t beat me in a regular match. You’re simply not good enough to out wrestle me. So now we step into your so-called domain…”
”A house that I built…”
“There will be no rules, no need for underhanded tactics, no fear of being disqualified or having to meet or exceed my abilities inside of that ring. No. You will have the arena and all of its weapons at your disposal to hit me in the head with. You will be able to kick me between the legs as many times as you want…”
”Knock yourself out…”
He laughs with a wry smile and the shake of his head.
”But know this, I will have all the same weapons at my fingertips as well. While I pride myself on my abilities inside of that ring, I promise you, Nick…”
”I am more dangerous than you can possibly imagine…”
“Extreme rules is just a fancy name for the mayhem I have caused in countless other promotions! I have been, am and will forever be one of the most violent people in all of professional wrestling!”
”I didn’t innovate violence, I AM VIOLENCE!”
“And violence is all you have waiting for you come Friday Night. You think you want what I have? You think you need what I have? You think you’re willing to go further than me to get what I have?”
”Then you don’t know anything about me…”
“Friday night you will learn I am more than the best in the world. I am everything you have ever hoped you would be.”
”And so much more…”
Angel stuffs the center plate of the IWF World Title against the lens of the camera, using it to shove us backward before the whole scene cuts to black
One of the doctors shines a light into his eyes while the other begins to rotate Angel’s left arm to see if the movement causes him any pain. Angel just sits there, glaring forward. His mind going back to the match that ended only minutes earlier.
{Nick hits Angel with a hard headbutt followed by a low blow. Nick pulls a piece of metal out of his knee brace. He then uses it to beat angel over the head and shoulders hard.}
Terri Morasco: He can’t do that!
Vasco Dias: What? Are you going to stop him?
{Nick doesn’t let up continuing to beat Angel with the piece of metal.}
Terri Morasco: Jesus. Someone stop this.
Vasco Dias: Sometimes you need a little helping hand to battle God.
{Nick notices the ref getting back up and puts the metal back in his brace and moves out of the ring to drag the ref back in.}
Terri Morasco: Oh, he’s not going to fall for that, is he?
Vasco Dias: Well...
{Nick goes for the pin
1
2
3!!
Angel kicks out?}
Vasco Dias: Angel kicked out!
Terri Morasco: It was after the count…I think?
{The ref singles for the bell.}
Alison Valance: And your winner… Nick Knight!
Terri Morasco: He can’t do that!
Vasco Dias: What? Are you going to stop him?
{Nick doesn’t let up continuing to beat Angel with the piece of metal.}
Terri Morasco: Jesus. Someone stop this.
Vasco Dias: Sometimes you need a little helping hand to battle God.
{Nick notices the ref getting back up and puts the metal back in his brace and moves out of the ring to drag the ref back in.}
Terri Morasco: Oh, he’s not going to fall for that, is he?
Vasco Dias: Well...
{Nick goes for the pin
1
2
3!!
Angel kicks out?}
Vasco Dias: Angel kicked out!
Terri Morasco: It was after the count…I think?
{The ref singles for the bell.}
Alison Valance: And your winner… Nick Knight!
The adrenaline continues to build like water boiling over the top of a pot. The doctors both say something to him, trying to get a response but Angel has none. All he can think about is Nick Knight, the metal object, the stolen victory.
“Angel!?”
One of the doctors finally gets his attention. Angel looks up with cold, dead eyes. The eyes of a shark right before it takes a large chunk out of its prey.
“Come on man, you need to answer me if you want to get cleared-”
Angel stands up suddenly, his right hand around the throat of the doctor who was speaking to him. The other doctor falls over backward, completely caught off guard by the sudden movement.
”If I want to get cleared?”
Angel hisses through clenched teeth as he drives the doctor backward against the far wall. The other doctor scurries to his feet and runs out of the room as fast as he can.
”You will clear me…”
“I-I-I don’t know-”
”YOU WILL CLEAR ME!”
Angel heaves the doctor across the room, sending him back first into a locker. The doctor slumps to the ground as Angel approaches him, squatting down to look the man in the eyes.
”You will clear me to compete for next week.”
Angel hisses again as he reaches down for the doctor’s throat.
”Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes…”
The doctor manages to stammer as Angel stands back up. That terrible smile working it’s way across his pale painted face.
”Good. Now go!”
The doctor quickly makes his way to his feet and runs in the same general direction as the one who ran away before him. Angel slowly turns on his heels, his eyes now focusing on us. The camera that had entered the room to try and get his thoughts after such a brutal encounter. Angel regards us for a moment before speaking.
”EXTREME RULES!”
He barks at us, the anger still very much evident on his pale, painted face.
”Extreme rules…”
He says more calmly, allowing his clenched fists to loosen.
”Match three was always a guarantee.”
He says as he tries to collect his thoughts.
”But I honestly expected to walk into this match with two wins under my belt with only one more needed to finally put you away. Truly, Nick, I underestimated you…”
He says with a hint of regret.
”I underestimated how badly you want what’s mine…”
Angel looks over to the IWF World Championship draped over a steel chair. He scoops it up and holds it in front of the camera.
”I underestimated how low you would go to accomplish your dream! I honestly thought better of you, Nick. I held you in a higher regard. I had thought you’d want to win this championship by earning it…”
”But you want it by any means necessary…”
“You don’t want to earn it. You don’t want to beat me. You don’t want to stand in front of your family and fans and say you truly deserve to be called the IWF World Champion. No, you just want what I have and you don’t care how you get it…”
Angel makes a “tsk, tsk” sound before continuing.
”And that fact, what you did tonight at Sacrifice? It really disappoints me. I heralded you as an equal, Nick, someone unlike anyone I had ever faced before…”
”And then you go and cheat…”
“Are you that intimidated? Are you that afraid? Do you doubt yourself so much you must sink to the lowest common denominator? Are you so frozen with fear by my very presence that you can’t even offer me a fair contest?”
”Or am I just that deep in your head?”
“You gave me your all in our first match. You left me impressed. You just barely survived our second match and I started to feel proud. And then you did the unthinkable. The one thing I would never have expected from someone like you…”
”You cheated…”
Angel takes a deep breath with a sigh of disappointment.
”Maybe I was mistaken about you, Nick? Maybe I just had too high of hopes? Maybe I am cursed to forever reign as the unstoppable monster you all claim me to be? Maybe there just isn’t anyone on this planet who can offer me a real challenge?”
”Maybe…”
“And maybe match three is where you learn some respect. Maybe Extreme Rules is just what we need to take things to the next level? It’s clear to me now that you can’t beat me in a regular match. You’re simply not good enough to out wrestle me. So now we step into your so-called domain…”
”A house that I built…”
“There will be no rules, no need for underhanded tactics, no fear of being disqualified or having to meet or exceed my abilities inside of that ring. No. You will have the arena and all of its weapons at your disposal to hit me in the head with. You will be able to kick me between the legs as many times as you want…”
”Knock yourself out…”
He laughs with a wry smile and the shake of his head.
”But know this, I will have all the same weapons at my fingertips as well. While I pride myself on my abilities inside of that ring, I promise you, Nick…”
”I am more dangerous than you can possibly imagine…”
“Extreme rules is just a fancy name for the mayhem I have caused in countless other promotions! I have been, am and will forever be one of the most violent people in all of professional wrestling!”
”I didn’t innovate violence, I AM VIOLENCE!”
“And violence is all you have waiting for you come Friday Night. You think you want what I have? You think you need what I have? You think you’re willing to go further than me to get what I have?”
”Then you don’t know anything about me…”
“Friday night you will learn I am more than the best in the world. I am everything you have ever hoped you would be.”
”And so much more…”
Angel stuffs the center plate of the IWF World Title against the lens of the camera, using it to shove us backward before the whole scene cuts to black
“The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.”
Well howdy there pardner.