NWWAssassin
The Assassin
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(7/19/05 4:38 pm)
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The Assassin's Rebirth
The TV-Tron lights up as an image of a massive man, with his back to camera, appears. He is standing in the locker room, looking into a locker that is labeled, The Assassin. The crowd begins to cheer, remembering the things that he had attempted to do, in the name of the fans. When XCW first started, he had set out to destroy Spencer Brentwood, the son of the big boss man, Shane Brentwood. The Assassin turned around, and looked straight into the camera. He walked away from it and walked out the door, and headed down the hall, headed in the direction of the ramp entrance. The fans begin to cheer even more as they see the image of the Assassin making his way to the ramp. Then the TV-Tron turns off, and so do the lights. “Suffocate” by Motograter begins to play over the PA-System. As the static dies out and the music explodes through the amps, fire explodes, engulfing the ramp with flames. The fans begin to cheer even louder as they see the Assassin standing on the stage. They see their champion right before their own eyes as he begins to make his way down the ramp. They begin to chant his name as he slowly walks down the ramp, taking in all the sweet sounds of music and chants. He walks right up to the ring and stops for a moment. He then makes a single leap up onto the ring apron. The Assassin pauses for a moment, and then he climbs over the top rope and into the ring. The Assassin then immediately heads to the opposite side of the ring, and signals for the microphone. A ring hand politely gives him a microphone and the Assassin grasps it within his large fists. He then makes his way into the center of the ring and begins to smile slightly. The fans continue to chant his name as the music cuts and the Assassin raises the microphone to his mouth.
Assassin: God, that’s the reason why I wanted to come back to the XCW. I knew when I came back, I would get a warm welcome just like I did. You the fans have been there for me. When I was taking on Spencer Brentwood for the XCW United States Championship, you chanted my name. When his goonies came out from the back and attacked me, you were there supporting me. Hell, come to think about it, I don’t think I can remember a time when you weren’t supporting me.
The fans begin to cheer as the big man smiles slightly. Then, his smiled turned into a massive frown.
Assassin: Actually, come to think of it, I can remember a time when you weren’t supporting me. Right after my match with Spencer Brentwood, when I lost the match, and my chance at the title, you weren’t there for me. When Shane Brentwood fired me, you weren’t there, chanting We Want Assassin. If you were really my fans, supporters of the Assassin, you would have been making an attempt to help me get my job back. Now, I’m back, in the XCW, and I didn’t need your help. I don’t want your help. The Assassin is a one man wrecking crew, and I’ll demonstrate that ability next Monday on Hellfire.
The fans begin to boo, and the Assassin once again begins to smile.
Assassin: Yeah, that’s more like it. I love the sound of a strong boo coming from thousands of people in an arena. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. In fact, I think I’m gonna take it all in for a moment.
The Assassin begins to make a motion as if he is drawing in air, taking it in through his nostrils. Then, a sour look appeared on his face.
Assassin: Damn, which one of you nasty Nevadans did that? That’s just plain out foul; it smells worse then crap and rotten eggs. Wait, no, it wasn’t one of you, is in the ring some where.
The Assassin begins to smell the mat, and finds the origin of the smell.
Assassin: Why that nasty inbred dirt bag. Anarchy needs to take a bath, his stench is still in the ring. God, that’s gonna make me climb out of the ring quicker then a cat can climb a tree.
The fans begin to boo, for now they favor Anarchy in the steel cage match.
Assassin: Well, while I’m on the subject, I might as well talk about that nasty, foul smelling excuse for human being, Anarchy. He comes out here, thinking he can just make all these claims, like he’ll be my executioner. Hell, he didn’t even pronounce the word right. How am I supposed to be afraid of some one with a speech impediment? He wants to talk about how this isn’t his first rodeo. Well guess what, while you were still learn to take a bump, I was wrestling in matches like Death Row, one of the most extreme, hardcore matches anyone could possibly conceive. I’m a legend in this business, and you want to walk around and say that you can lay me to rest. There has never been a man to lay me to rest, because I have always come back from beyond the grave.
The fans begin to boo and the Assassin just ignores them.
Assassin: I’ve come back from ruptured disc and won an Over and Out challenge. I’ve been fired, and I’ve come back, only to be placed in the main event of my first return show with some unworthy pond scum. You want to talk about this not being your first rodeo. Tell me, have you ever held a title for a record eighty four days. Have your ever made a man pass out in a submission hold. Have you ever sent a man in a downward spiral that eventually ended his career in this industry, because I have. I’ve taken on men that have even outweighed me, and I’ve defeated them. I’ve survived a three on one assault where the attackers equaled two times my body weight.
The fans begin to boo once more as the Assassin starts to taunt them. The big man then raises the microphone to his mouth.
Assassin: You see, there have been many men who have said they will take me out. Now, where some succeed for the moment, I come back to haunt them for the rest of eternity. Many men have tried to build there career, starting with trying to beat me down and pick up a three count, and no rookie has ever succeeded in beating me for their first win. No one establishes themselves using me as a stepping stool. I am too great of a hurdle to just jump over and surpass on your first go. You see, many have tried, and tried again, and never succeeded, and you will be one of them.
The fans begin to boo once more, but the Assassin just smiles and gives them a thumbs up.
Assassin: Now, you want to talk about time as if mine is coming to an end, well you are mistaken. You are not Sayge the Keeper of Time, for I have beaten him into a pulp as well. I am the one who possesses the power of time, and it is your time that is slowly ticking away Anarchy. I will leave you beaten and bloody, in the center if this very ring, as I climb over the top of the cage. Then, I will straddle it, and look down upon you, and you will still be laid out flat on this mat. Then, as I climb over and down to the ringside floor, I will look back in on you, and you will be drowning in a pool of your own blood.
The fans begin to boo once more as the monster stands there before them, chuckling at what he sees in Anarchy’s future.
Assassin: You want to be the executioner of the Assassin, you want to bring down the one man that has withstood the test of time and pain. Anarchy, if you are so great, if you can bring me down, then why haven’t you confronted me. You tape little promos and then have them aired while you are out of the building. I bet you are not man enough to get into this ring with me until you are force to. Anarchy, you are just a coward, hiding behind your two hundred and eighty five pounds of worthless mass. You’re not even worth my time.
The fans boo once more as the Assassin simply begins to grin.
Assassin: So, Anarchy, seeing as how I’m not going to see you until our match anyways, I might as well go ahead and tell you now. I want you to tell you wife and kids to go shopping for their black suits and black dresses, they’ll need them for your funeral. Also, you don’t have to worry about your family when you are no more, I’ll take real good care of them.
The Assassin begins to laugh, and that laugh is sent through the microphone and over the PA-System. The Assassin then drops the microphone and begins to make his way over to the ropes. “Suffocate” by Motograter begins to play over the PA-System once more as the big man climbs over the top rope and hops down to ringside. The fans begin to boo him as he makes his way up the ramp, headed towards the backstage area. The Assassin makes it onto the stage and turns around, facing the fans and the ring. The Assassin pounded on his chest three times and then raised his arm into the air. The fans began to boo even more as the Assassin backed up, and then turned back around, and walked through the curtains, into the backstage area.
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