Post by Yukio Blaze on May 15, 2007 12:26:20 GMT -5
"When the will defies fear, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death - that is heroism." - Robert Green Ingersoll
CBT has made a very special gauntlet match on this weeks Felo-De-Se to show who not only will become the number one contender for the WFWF International Championship, but its really to find out who has enough will to survive such a grueling and physical match. What the hell, I'm the Triple Threat Messiah and the official WFWF Survivor, but hey, what is another match on the card or what is perhaps 10 plus guys against me. I just love it when the odds are against me.....
This is a room of pure hell all the way down to the floor. Even if this looks like your basic basement in a mental house, there is so much more to be told and seen. Some of the walls are padded for the criminally insane, some of the walls have old electrical wires coming from the holes and in some of the smaller rooms, there is torturing devices such as whips, chains, needles, and chairs with restraints. This is a place where Obo would fit in very well. Along the rafters are rats crawling there way towards snacks of old chairs and asbestos. Yeah, this place is just a death trap waiting to happen, but Yukio Blaze is crazy enough to walk in here. Yukio is wearing a white mouth mask and is in white hazmat type of suit with his eyes looking on just how this place looks. Yukio takes his mouth guard off and breathes in the air and dust for a moment and then starts to cough very loudly. Yukio then spits on the ground, but in reality the ground was just on a rat. Yukio gets his cough under control and walks towards some very old rusty sharp instruments on a old medical table.
Damn, Randy wasnt lying about this place being so dangerous, but he said it would fit FDS in someway and boy was he right. I'm really surprised that this place has yet to be condemned. Its got to be like 50 years old or more, but its still amazing. I just wish that I had brought my cell with me because you never know when a crazed sadistic hobo will jump out of the shadows and beat you senseless with a orange plastic bat, wrapped in barbed wire. Thats really original.
Conscience
Yeah, like my singapore cane wrapped in barbed wire was original. At least a little girl was more creative and innovative, but not like CBT's innovation.
So uh on this weeks FDS, not only will I be defending the WFWF Tag Team titles, but CBT has a open challenge for anyone to join in the Gauntlet of the International Title match. The winner receives a shot for CBT's international title at the Veni, Vidi, Vici WFWF pay-per-view and well, I've decided to put my name in the hat of individuals that will be involved in the match. I know damn good that my chances are very damn slim, but thats how I love my wrestling matches. I will be outnumbered by god knows how much, but I always pull off something special when the odds are not in my favor. So yeah, I'm officially in the Gauntlet match.
Yukio looks onto the medical tray and he sees a very old ripped surgical type of mask, pieces of rubber hoses, a pair of rusted shut scissors and a very odd looking pair of clamps. Yukio leaves the instruments where they lay and he continues over into the padded room. The door is broke from the hinges and is laying on the ground. It looks like one of those old submarine doors with the bubble type of glass. Yukio walks over the door and into the room. Some of the padding is coming off, but most of it is still intact to the wall, but the color on it has gone from white, to a yellowish brown. Yukio looks up to the ceiling and sees that someone wrote on the padding with brown type of substance. Yukio looks around again and sees that a thick, but tore black rope is hanging from a piece of the exposed padding that was covering a truss. Yukio takes a yank on the rope and it doesnt break or come off.
Well, I can presume that years ago somebody hung him or herself with this rope or is was just some teenage kind trying to recreate a basic horror flick. This rope puts me the mind of Dead Idol, all skinny and boring as hell just standing there trying to look good, but doesnt deliver in the end and what the hell is his name trying to represent because it isnt working for me because A, he isnt dead, and B, he is no idol. You cant ball yourself a idol, until you have run the gauntlet with the best and maybe last until the end, then become a fan favorite. Until then DI, you should go back to the Dairy Queen and make your daddy a Blizzard. Then there is you Luther Castle, the big bad associate of Calvin Lee who is nothing more than a ripoff of Lurch from the Addams Family. You have the brain of a ape and the agility of a garbage heap and you think that you can possibly become the International title, you should be slapped for thinking for something so stupid, but there is a plus to it, you drew the number one, so that means by the time I reach the ring, your ass would have been eliminated by like Chris Rodriguez or someone. Chris Rodriguez, now there is a guy who has it all, ability, looks, charisma and the whole entire package. That there is a guy who I would love to see whoop your ass CBT because you would have a Puerto Rican vs a Dominican Republic in a battle over whos women are better in bed. It would be great if we went toe to toe because I like you and I can say that to very few people.
Yukio exits the room and is walking towards the room with the torturing devices. Along the way Yukio lets out a smile and he is rubbing his hands like he is a kid going into a candy shoppe. Yukio looks in the room and see a macabre room full of shiny pointy objects and more goodies. Yukio steps into the room and its just a fitting place for all of this stuff. Its basically room, but with gauntlet type killer intentions. Yukio walks over to the chair with leather restraints and sits in it while looking at the numerous black sand bags bound with ropes hanging from the ceiling.
Damn, if this was used at the torturing room, I wonder how many people really survived this thing alive. If the WFWF had a gauntlet match like this, I think I would need bandages and a steel chair and then I would win the thing, but I do know someone that has virtually no chance in hell and that is Obo simply for the fact that I will be the one to personally eliminate his ass. We have unfinished business and he never stepped up to try to resolve it and so the time is know. Its been almost 9 months ago that he turned his back on the WFWF to join Drakz and Kyzer at the time and now he is the top dog in the WFWF, I think the only reason why he is the World champion is because Reverend Shadow is injured and CBT needed a lackey, that of a cocaine shorting ex-hobo. I've beaten your ass in simpler matches such as tag team matches and multi man matches and you also sicken me by calling yourself the greatest thing to ever happen to the WFWF tag team division, but I call bluff because you never did win the tag team titles by yourself like I did. I promise that you will not win because now I'm involved in this match.
Conscience
Obo is basically the only threat that I have, unless CBT tries a slick type of move and decides to enter himself in the gauntlet match, then I would seriously beat his ass like I choke his ass out months ago with a leather strap. Its gonna be on in this match and I not only know this, but I can feel it in my veins like a junkie can feel the drugs flowing through his. Its time to get some payback in one single match against a lot of the WFWF's finest. Damn I'm going to have a lot of fun in this one.
Obo is my man goal, along with anyone that decides to enter the match, that has screwed be over in the past. I'm ready for anything, any person, any object, and just about thing that anyone can offer to the gauntlet match. I know that Dane Christian, David Williams, and another old pupil of mine Reckless have all been announced for the gauntlet and I also know that the likes of Thunder, Burton, McGurk, Josh Dean, Johnny Michaels and anyone else on the WFWF roster who has balls enough will be entering and all I can say to them is bring it on. No matter if its 22 to me, I'll put my ass in the top spot and show just about everyone why I entered in this match. Its not about me proving that I can run with all of the WFWF roster, nor is it about me trying to gain another championship to strap around my waist. I entered in this match for revenge, sweet and simple. I have unfinished business with both Obo and CBT and what better way then to kill two birds with one stone. I defeat Obo in this match and then walk into the pay-per-view against CBT. Thats my goal, mission, duty to do all of this. My whole career has been a gauntlet, from my ups and downs, tragedy and fulfillment, to just gaining what is mine. I promise to anyone that steps in my way in this match will get their asses handed to them. For this is my type of match and all I want is to finish what most have already started.
Conscience
Thats right, in a few days I will enter myself in a very dangerous match that only one can win and that one person will be me. I've lost it all, to gain it all and I wont be losing this time. Its all about sweet revenge and its going to be a bitch to quite a few WFWF superstars. I've noticed something, this chair is so damn comfy.
Yukio gets up from the chair and looks at what this room is, a huge gauntlet that many people had to go through. Yukio leaves his white breathing mask sitting on the chair and he exits the room. Yukio looks at the room in its messed up state and has realized that for one just to come down here is a gauntlet and he has survived it down here. Yukio walks towards the dimly lighted hallway and exits out the two huge white doors. Yukio survived this gauntlet and now he wants to survive another.
Good, good. You have survived this step and now you have a second goal on top of winning the gauntlet, exacting your revenge on all of those who have caused you pain in the past. Beat Obo with your vintage hardcore skills, whip Dane Christian like how Immune whipped you in your early days and all around destroy everything in your way like a nuclear bomb. You were chosen for this mission and no one is better for it. Defend, Defeat, and Devour every man in your way. For you are the Saint, Triple threat Messiah, and Unknown Factor. Win, Win, Win, and there is no failure button in the ring for you.
[/i][/color]CBT has made a very special gauntlet match on this weeks Felo-De-Se to show who not only will become the number one contender for the WFWF International Championship, but its really to find out who has enough will to survive such a grueling and physical match. What the hell, I'm the Triple Threat Messiah and the official WFWF Survivor, but hey, what is another match on the card or what is perhaps 10 plus guys against me. I just love it when the odds are against me.....
This is a room of pure hell all the way down to the floor. Even if this looks like your basic basement in a mental house, there is so much more to be told and seen. Some of the walls are padded for the criminally insane, some of the walls have old electrical wires coming from the holes and in some of the smaller rooms, there is torturing devices such as whips, chains, needles, and chairs with restraints. This is a place where Obo would fit in very well. Along the rafters are rats crawling there way towards snacks of old chairs and asbestos. Yeah, this place is just a death trap waiting to happen, but Yukio Blaze is crazy enough to walk in here. Yukio is wearing a white mouth mask and is in white hazmat type of suit with his eyes looking on just how this place looks. Yukio takes his mouth guard off and breathes in the air and dust for a moment and then starts to cough very loudly. Yukio then spits on the ground, but in reality the ground was just on a rat. Yukio gets his cough under control and walks towards some very old rusty sharp instruments on a old medical table.
Damn, Randy wasnt lying about this place being so dangerous, but he said it would fit FDS in someway and boy was he right. I'm really surprised that this place has yet to be condemned. Its got to be like 50 years old or more, but its still amazing. I just wish that I had brought my cell with me because you never know when a crazed sadistic hobo will jump out of the shadows and beat you senseless with a orange plastic bat, wrapped in barbed wire. Thats really original.
Conscience
Yeah, like my singapore cane wrapped in barbed wire was original. At least a little girl was more creative and innovative, but not like CBT's innovation.
So uh on this weeks FDS, not only will I be defending the WFWF Tag Team titles, but CBT has a open challenge for anyone to join in the Gauntlet of the International Title match. The winner receives a shot for CBT's international title at the Veni, Vidi, Vici WFWF pay-per-view and well, I've decided to put my name in the hat of individuals that will be involved in the match. I know damn good that my chances are very damn slim, but thats how I love my wrestling matches. I will be outnumbered by god knows how much, but I always pull off something special when the odds are not in my favor. So yeah, I'm officially in the Gauntlet match.
Yukio looks onto the medical tray and he sees a very old ripped surgical type of mask, pieces of rubber hoses, a pair of rusted shut scissors and a very odd looking pair of clamps. Yukio leaves the instruments where they lay and he continues over into the padded room. The door is broke from the hinges and is laying on the ground. It looks like one of those old submarine doors with the bubble type of glass. Yukio walks over the door and into the room. Some of the padding is coming off, but most of it is still intact to the wall, but the color on it has gone from white, to a yellowish brown. Yukio looks up to the ceiling and sees that someone wrote on the padding with brown type of substance. Yukio looks around again and sees that a thick, but tore black rope is hanging from a piece of the exposed padding that was covering a truss. Yukio takes a yank on the rope and it doesnt break or come off.
Well, I can presume that years ago somebody hung him or herself with this rope or is was just some teenage kind trying to recreate a basic horror flick. This rope puts me the mind of Dead Idol, all skinny and boring as hell just standing there trying to look good, but doesnt deliver in the end and what the hell is his name trying to represent because it isnt working for me because A, he isnt dead, and B, he is no idol. You cant ball yourself a idol, until you have run the gauntlet with the best and maybe last until the end, then become a fan favorite. Until then DI, you should go back to the Dairy Queen and make your daddy a Blizzard. Then there is you Luther Castle, the big bad associate of Calvin Lee who is nothing more than a ripoff of Lurch from the Addams Family. You have the brain of a ape and the agility of a garbage heap and you think that you can possibly become the International title, you should be slapped for thinking for something so stupid, but there is a plus to it, you drew the number one, so that means by the time I reach the ring, your ass would have been eliminated by like Chris Rodriguez or someone. Chris Rodriguez, now there is a guy who has it all, ability, looks, charisma and the whole entire package. That there is a guy who I would love to see whoop your ass CBT because you would have a Puerto Rican vs a Dominican Republic in a battle over whos women are better in bed. It would be great if we went toe to toe because I like you and I can say that to very few people.
Yukio exits the room and is walking towards the room with the torturing devices. Along the way Yukio lets out a smile and he is rubbing his hands like he is a kid going into a candy shoppe. Yukio looks in the room and see a macabre room full of shiny pointy objects and more goodies. Yukio steps into the room and its just a fitting place for all of this stuff. Its basically room, but with gauntlet type killer intentions. Yukio walks over to the chair with leather restraints and sits in it while looking at the numerous black sand bags bound with ropes hanging from the ceiling.
Damn, if this was used at the torturing room, I wonder how many people really survived this thing alive. If the WFWF had a gauntlet match like this, I think I would need bandages and a steel chair and then I would win the thing, but I do know someone that has virtually no chance in hell and that is Obo simply for the fact that I will be the one to personally eliminate his ass. We have unfinished business and he never stepped up to try to resolve it and so the time is know. Its been almost 9 months ago that he turned his back on the WFWF to join Drakz and Kyzer at the time and now he is the top dog in the WFWF, I think the only reason why he is the World champion is because Reverend Shadow is injured and CBT needed a lackey, that of a cocaine shorting ex-hobo. I've beaten your ass in simpler matches such as tag team matches and multi man matches and you also sicken me by calling yourself the greatest thing to ever happen to the WFWF tag team division, but I call bluff because you never did win the tag team titles by yourself like I did. I promise that you will not win because now I'm involved in this match.
Conscience
Obo is basically the only threat that I have, unless CBT tries a slick type of move and decides to enter himself in the gauntlet match, then I would seriously beat his ass like I choke his ass out months ago with a leather strap. Its gonna be on in this match and I not only know this, but I can feel it in my veins like a junkie can feel the drugs flowing through his. Its time to get some payback in one single match against a lot of the WFWF's finest. Damn I'm going to have a lot of fun in this one.
Obo is my man goal, along with anyone that decides to enter the match, that has screwed be over in the past. I'm ready for anything, any person, any object, and just about thing that anyone can offer to the gauntlet match. I know that Dane Christian, David Williams, and another old pupil of mine Reckless have all been announced for the gauntlet and I also know that the likes of Thunder, Burton, McGurk, Josh Dean, Johnny Michaels and anyone else on the WFWF roster who has balls enough will be entering and all I can say to them is bring it on. No matter if its 22 to me, I'll put my ass in the top spot and show just about everyone why I entered in this match. Its not about me proving that I can run with all of the WFWF roster, nor is it about me trying to gain another championship to strap around my waist. I entered in this match for revenge, sweet and simple. I have unfinished business with both Obo and CBT and what better way then to kill two birds with one stone. I defeat Obo in this match and then walk into the pay-per-view against CBT. Thats my goal, mission, duty to do all of this. My whole career has been a gauntlet, from my ups and downs, tragedy and fulfillment, to just gaining what is mine. I promise to anyone that steps in my way in this match will get their asses handed to them. For this is my type of match and all I want is to finish what most have already started.
Conscience
Thats right, in a few days I will enter myself in a very dangerous match that only one can win and that one person will be me. I've lost it all, to gain it all and I wont be losing this time. Its all about sweet revenge and its going to be a bitch to quite a few WFWF superstars. I've noticed something, this chair is so damn comfy.
Yukio gets up from the chair and looks at what this room is, a huge gauntlet that many people had to go through. Yukio leaves his white breathing mask sitting on the chair and he exits the room. Yukio looks at the room in its messed up state and has realized that for one just to come down here is a gauntlet and he has survived it down here. Yukio walks towards the dimly lighted hallway and exits out the two huge white doors. Yukio survived this gauntlet and now he wants to survive another.
Good, good. You have survived this step and now you have a second goal on top of winning the gauntlet, exacting your revenge on all of those who have caused you pain in the past. Beat Obo with your vintage hardcore skills, whip Dane Christian like how Immune whipped you in your early days and all around destroy everything in your way like a nuclear bomb. You were chosen for this mission and no one is better for it. Defend, Defeat, and Devour every man in your way. For you are the Saint, Triple threat Messiah, and Unknown Factor. Win, Win, Win, and there is no failure button in the ring for you.
"God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning[/center]
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