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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2021 20:50:14 GMT -5
ISLE CARD DARK #00
TRIPLE THREAT SINGLE FALL 'IRON' ADAM MALONE vs DJINN 'ARMATA' SPOPOVICH vs DONOVAN BLACKWATER
ISLE MATCHES ARE 1 PIECE @1000 LIMIT
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Post by Donovan Blackwater on Aug 24, 2021 1:12:52 GMT -5
"Alright... this shall be my very first, documented and recorded account for the WWH. A wrestling federation, like no other. Where you either toss yourself into a psychiatric ward or ship off to 'Mad Max' land and no, I do not believe Tina Turner is there, waiting inside her Thunderdome. No matter how much, we don't 'need' another hero. The woman is 81 years old, people. Let her have some peace. Then there's Isle but we won't talk about Isle because that's basically Florida, in my opinion and we all know, Florida is a shit storm of a travesty. Yeah, even though I'm in a match promoting that delusion, I'm still not crazy enough to 'buy' into the stock of the franchise and I'm literally, an inmate in a sanitorium. So that speaks volumes, am I right? Of course I am."
"Now, first thing's first, I bet you're all wondering... how did a glorious Adonis, such as myself become an inmate in the good ol' laughing academy? Well, my close friend Zane Norrison, committed himself cause as much as I adore him, he's not all that bright or thorough when it comes to paperwork and then, my father - Azrael Erebus; once he learned of Zane's oversight, decided to follow suit, in order to keep Zane safe. Anyway, I became aware of this and made the decision to take a trip to the Sanitorium, myself."
"Whatever, no big deal. I was bored and there wasn't anything entertaining on television anyway. Besides, I like wrestling, it's fun and I'm good at it. Awww... shucks, who am I kidding? I am spectacular in the ring and I'm also very pretty to look at while I'm beating the crap out of my opponent. You know what, I'll go a step even further, I'm so amazing to behold, even if I lose... everyone remembers me, far more than they do the victor and that's what counts, correct? The man that puts the asses into the seats and gets the crowd to lose their collective mind. That's what I do best.
"Which brings us to my first match in WWH. Where I will be facing the likes of 'Iron' Adam Malone and Djinn 'Armata' Spopovich, two gentlemen that are new to the WWH brand themselves. Fellow male wrestlers, new to the company. That is where our similarities cease. Then again, take a Greek god and compare him to a mentally inept, dullard wandering around in a daze, coated in his own stinking, worm infested, fecal matter, till the town folk throw him in the creek, in order to clean him off and remove the stench from their range of the aroma. Both have cocks, making them both male but they are not of the same fortitude or worth."
"First up, we have Djinn "Armata" Spopovich. Are you fucking kidding me, right now? Djinn? His name is Djinn? Like an evil genie? The character Andrew Divoff, portrayed in Wishmaster? Who named this guy, Wes Craven? Okay, so he's a 'super soldier' adept at killing, like a machine. An 'Armata' but obviously, the ones that created him seriously fucked up cause now he's a special needs case, that can't pronounce his own surname, so they 'unleashed' him and allowed him to go forth and destroy."
"Bullshit."
"I think they just let him go and were like... let nature run its course with this unfortunate reject. The elements and the fact that he's a slow minded, mutant in the wild, puts a predominant expiration date on survival. He's like one of those freakish monsters, lurking outside in American Horror Story: Asylum, that the nazi doctor let loose, only less grotesque. He'll probably be far too busy attacking the audience, to even realize he's supposed to be fighting in the ring and if not, I can always fling him out with a mere wave of my hand and after enough times of that happening, I'm sure he'll become distracted by some potential victim. Until they knock him out and throw him in a padded cell or kill him, and call it an accident. Dang. He must have been allergic to the 'medication' he was being administered. Oh well. Tra-la-la-la. Lets never speak of it again."
"Right then, on to Adam Malone, otherwise known as a proudly employed, stock boy from the Wal-Mart corporation. Bringing him slightly above the level of having to stand in line for government cheese. He wrestled in Mexico, not cause he was any good but because the entire roster, worked alongside him at his former landscaping job. Which he was terrible at but since all he did was talk about wrestling, they felt sorry for him and let him fight. He needed the cash, they needed an extra body... win-win. Woefully, this led to MLW hiring him but you have to realize if they were desperate enough to pay a man and promote him, dub him as the "Golden Boy" and it took him several years to finally win something of value, that federation has to be bunk as fuck. High class bum fights and such."
"So this sad sack, pathetic, wash out, injures himself... real bad cause did you really assume, the idiot wouldn't hurt himself? Then he recovered and now, he's wrestling for the WWH. Yay! Apparently, they let anyone wrestle here and that should be evident, considering they retrieve some of their wrestlers, from a psych ward. What's next, the old folks' home? The local homeless shelter? Holy shiza! This is a pitiful state of affairs and yet, here I am, partaking in an event and witnessing it all. All I can say about that set of circumstances is that there's going to be a lot of money lost, pending the aftermath of my arrival. Hope cutting corners and filling your roster with human cannon fodder was worth it WWH. Because I'm here now and I will not stop, till I flatten the battle field. You have been warned. That is all."
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Post by "Iron" Adam Malone on Sept 3, 2021 19:26:19 GMT -5
"I guess if you want to get technical about it, this really won't be my first time back in a wrestling ring."
The voice was becoming familiar to the WWH universe, but many still couldn't recognize the distinct speech pattern of "Iron" Adam Malone. Thus, when he spoke out of darkness, there were likely many who didn't know who was speaking to them. It was only when the visuals came into display, with Adam in front of the camera view, did it click in everyone's minds.
"I suppose my first time back in a wrestling ring was on Dystopia, when I was allowed backstage while the ink on my contract was still drying. They even let me walk down to the ring and say a few words to the people in attendance, to the people watching at home, and to any fans of the Ironman that are still around. I fully expected my first match back to be in that same ring, on Dystopia. You can imagine my surprise when I was phoned up, being told that not only do I need to report to the Sanatorium, but that I'd be wrestling for Isle. This is...a little bit different than what I'm used to, and a little different than what I expected!
But by now I'm used to facing the unexpected head on, I'm used to breaking through expectations, and I'm used to showing others that the impossible - IS possible! So really, this is right up my alley."
As he smiled at the camera, it was easy to feel comfortable within his warm gaze. He made you feel like you were old friends, catching up with your uncle. Adam, himself, seemed comfortable and at ease.
"In fact, since we're speaking about overcoming the odds, and how this will be my first match back, I feel it only makes sense to mention WHY. WHY was I out of the business for so long. Besides, I know how the game is played and I know that anyone smart enough is going to try to use this information against me so why not get ahead of it? Yeah, I happened upon an injury to my neck that put me on the shelf for quite some time. While I was surviving to fight on, while I was grinding to get back to the ring, life happened around me. I realize my duties as a father trumped my own hopes and dreams for myself, I realized I could still be successful like owning a business, but still be there for my daughter. Returning to the ring has always been my dream, but sometimes life has other plans for you. I've fought and clawed my way back to this very moment. It's been more than an uphill battle, but at the end of all that I'm still here. I'm still standing right here in front of you!"
Adam outstretched his arms, showing every bit of himself to the camera. It was as if we had all walked this road together, and finally we're here at the moment we'd knew we'd get back to.
"I've taken a look at the guys I'm up against, and it looks like I've got my work cut out for me, eh? First, a fellow by the name of Djinn Spopovich, who honestly looks like one tough son of a bitch. I've learned Sanatorium is typically a place where the competitors are charged criminals. I don't judge, but this guy is no exception, and you can find an assortment of charges online from resisting arrest, to manslaughter. Armata is a man of power - brute strength and fortitude. Nobody in their right mind would step into the ring with him. A man with the power of fear."
He paused for a moment, a painful expression written across his face, before continuing.
"Power comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. On one hand we have a man like Djinn, and on the other hand we have Donovan Blackwater, with a very different kind of power. Donovan happens to be the newly appointed Sanatorium General Manager. Now, I can't rightly say if he was the very person who made this match, or if it was made before he held that position, but either way, Blackwater has the power to do anything he wants on Sanatorium. I don't think he holds my job in his hand, but he certainly holds Djinn's and that gives our match a different dynamic than any others on the card. What are you supposed to do when a figure head is the one who stands across the ring from you? Are you supposed to do your best and show your worth, or is that considered rude? Donovan's just gotten here, there's no telling what kind of general manager he's going to be. That's yet to be seen. How's he going to view a loss on his very first night as the boss?"
The Ironman placed his right hand up to his chin, looking off into the distance and stroking it, contemplating his options. What a predicament he found himself in, and during his first match back, no less! He chuckled, turning back to the camera.
"But don't worry, WWH Faithful, because I possess and even greater power within me. I have the power to overcome great obstacles put in front of me, to see mountains blocking my path and know that I have the will to make t over. There will always be another setback, another injury. There will always be men with power lurking around every corner; men like Djinn, men like Blackwater. I'm here to tell you - no - to show you, what you can accomplish! Sometimes it's going to be an uphill battle, but there's nobody here with the power to knock down Iron Adam Malone! I didn't break ten years ago, and I won't now! This match marks the beginning of my new war. We will not fall, Faithful!"
Aaaand we cut.
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