Post by Sara Pettis on Oct 1, 2019 20:42:10 GMT -5
The arena lights suddenly die down and “Rage 25/8” by Z Mann Zilla starts up. A dim red spotlight shines on the stage, as a thin fog drifts in front of the entrance. The Raging Dead wanders out backwards and turns around, almost bewildered to see the fans in the audience. He looks down at his hand, and sees a microphone. With a shrug, he lifts it up and the song dies down.
Raging Dead: Hello, mortals. Welcome to another exciting episode of Tuesday Night Sin… or as it will forever be known after tonight… The Night of the Raging Dead. Last week was only a preview of the ghoulish nightmare that I will bring upon Trinity Wrestling. While I did not walk out victorious… I also did not lose. Frank Lowe is one hell of a competitor, and I look forward to punching him in the mouth another time. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but one day… and he’ll feel it for the rest of his life. Tonight is an entirely different ball game than last week, folks. See, last week… Frank Lowe verbally demolished me. Based on his scathing words alone… he had me dead to rights. I have no doubt in my mind that he would have defeated me in a rap battle. But tonight…. oh, tonight… I take on a newcomer by the name of Mute.
He starts to walk down the ramp as the red spotlight follows him.
Raging Dead: This is not going to end well for Mute. See… she is a little girl who does not talk. She’s not going to come out here with any custom walking around music, like the one expertly crafted for me by Z Mann Zilla. Oh, she’s just a girl, all pretty and petite. She has the unfortunate opportunity to stand across the ring from me tonight… in her debut for Trinity Wrestling… and I will cause such great bodily harm to her that she just might scream. I know, I know. That sounds ridiculous. Her name is Mute. Clearly she doesn’t talk. One would assume she also does not scream. That all changes tonight when I bite into her flesh and obtain sustenance from her lifeblood.
He tosses the microphone into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, then does a few more rolls and lies motionless in the center of the ring. He grabs the mic and continues to speak, while still lying in the center of the ring.
Raging Dead: My only regret about this match is that she will only serve as a snack for me. She is merely an appetizer, so tiny and frail. None of her cutesy moves will be effective against me. Did you see how hard it was for Frank Lowe to ALMOST defeat me last week? The guy pulled out all the stops, and still couldn’t stop me. Now they put a quiet, little girl in my way like tiny roadblock. She is just the smallest part of a buffet for me here at Trinity Wrestling. Nothing will fulfill this hunger until I get another crack at Frank Lowe’s Pure Championship.
In an eerie way, The Raging Dead staggers up to his feet.
Raging Dead: Mute, while I understand you cannot respond verbally… and I sure shit don’t understand sign language… I want you to listen carefully. Tonight… you will fail to defeat me, just as Frank Lowe did last week. You are nothing more than fodder for an immortal beast called The Raging Dead. Your Trinity Wrestling debut will also serve as your retirement match. It’s a shame that you did not last long enough here to build up a sizeable 401K… as you will need plenty of at-home care when I am done with you. Mute, if you don’t already… you… like everyone else in Trinity Wrestling… should now and forevermore fear… The Raging… Dead!
He drops the mic and the lights suddenly flash back to normal, with the Ghostface Thriller standing motionless in the center of the ring.
Raging Dead: Hello, mortals. Welcome to another exciting episode of Tuesday Night Sin… or as it will forever be known after tonight… The Night of the Raging Dead. Last week was only a preview of the ghoulish nightmare that I will bring upon Trinity Wrestling. While I did not walk out victorious… I also did not lose. Frank Lowe is one hell of a competitor, and I look forward to punching him in the mouth another time. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but one day… and he’ll feel it for the rest of his life. Tonight is an entirely different ball game than last week, folks. See, last week… Frank Lowe verbally demolished me. Based on his scathing words alone… he had me dead to rights. I have no doubt in my mind that he would have defeated me in a rap battle. But tonight…. oh, tonight… I take on a newcomer by the name of Mute.
He starts to walk down the ramp as the red spotlight follows him.
Raging Dead: This is not going to end well for Mute. See… she is a little girl who does not talk. She’s not going to come out here with any custom walking around music, like the one expertly crafted for me by Z Mann Zilla. Oh, she’s just a girl, all pretty and petite. She has the unfortunate opportunity to stand across the ring from me tonight… in her debut for Trinity Wrestling… and I will cause such great bodily harm to her that she just might scream. I know, I know. That sounds ridiculous. Her name is Mute. Clearly she doesn’t talk. One would assume she also does not scream. That all changes tonight when I bite into her flesh and obtain sustenance from her lifeblood.
He tosses the microphone into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, then does a few more rolls and lies motionless in the center of the ring. He grabs the mic and continues to speak, while still lying in the center of the ring.
Raging Dead: My only regret about this match is that she will only serve as a snack for me. She is merely an appetizer, so tiny and frail. None of her cutesy moves will be effective against me. Did you see how hard it was for Frank Lowe to ALMOST defeat me last week? The guy pulled out all the stops, and still couldn’t stop me. Now they put a quiet, little girl in my way like tiny roadblock. She is just the smallest part of a buffet for me here at Trinity Wrestling. Nothing will fulfill this hunger until I get another crack at Frank Lowe’s Pure Championship.
In an eerie way, The Raging Dead staggers up to his feet.
Raging Dead: Mute, while I understand you cannot respond verbally… and I sure shit don’t understand sign language… I want you to listen carefully. Tonight… you will fail to defeat me, just as Frank Lowe did last week. You are nothing more than fodder for an immortal beast called The Raging Dead. Your Trinity Wrestling debut will also serve as your retirement match. It’s a shame that you did not last long enough here to build up a sizeable 401K… as you will need plenty of at-home care when I am done with you. Mute, if you don’t already… you… like everyone else in Trinity Wrestling… should now and forevermore fear… The Raging… Dead!
He drops the mic and the lights suddenly flash back to normal, with the Ghostface Thriller standing motionless in the center of the ring.