Post by Johnny Scumm on May 1, 2011 2:59:17 GMT -5
Scumm and Triton are backstage. Scumm looks pissed off, yet happy at the same time. We cannot tell what Triton's emotions are as he is wearing the All Black Costume that Scumm handed him down last week, consisting of Jeans, Vest and a Hooded Jacket, which is covering his Face. Scumm approaches the Camera with his Signature Smirk on his Face, ready to talk
Scumm: You see that PCW? You see now, what I can do? Granted, I may not be holding the Scars of Wrestling Cup in my hands, but I have to say it, congratulations to Styles. The little bitch took me off a Ladder straight through a Table. Don't fear fans, I'm fine, as always. I'm a fighter, I pull through everything that's brought to me. You all know that by now don't you? If you don't then I'm afraid you'll have to get to know it, because that's just how I am. So, I didn't win the Cup, that's in the past now. I'll let you know why as well. Disturbed. Finally, I got my hands on that little shit. Fucking finally. My mind got too focused on what I was going to do to him in his Match that I let down my guard in my own Match to take a loss. Oh well, shit happens right?
Scumm bends down a picks up his Steel Pipe. He holds it in his Hand and taps it onto his left Palm a few times before continuing to speak.
Scumm: Triton, this baby done some damage didn't it?
Triton: Fuck yes it did Johnny, fuck yes. Demolition Man's became are fucked up mess, much like yours and my own minds.
Scumm: You see, the "shit" that happened to Disturbed, didn't actually involve my little Metal friend here. Unfortunately. I hit him with my Facebreaker and break his Face I did. But you know what? I look back on that attack me & Triton gave him and it was not enough! I think I gave more to Demolition Man and he's still fighting a fucking match on Rapture. What does that mean? Disturbed's probably in the Gym right now, lifting weights. I know that I didn't do enough, but there's only so much that can happen in the Ring before you get it broken up by an official, unless you take him out as well, but you know, I don't wanna have to pay a fee for being myself, so there we have something I can take up out of the Ring. If only I was ever lucky enough to get my bloody hands on him again, god the things I could do to him, the pain I want to make him feel.
Triton comes over to tell the Camera something
Triton: See Disturbed? That's what I was capable of. Holding you back? Like fuck I was. I hope we never fucking see you ever again.
Scumm pushes back in again, he's eager to talk
Scumm: Triton, enough about that shit-stain now. We've got a Match on Rapture to prepare for. I walk through the back to go and look for the victim that'll fall at my knees and I wasn't even on the Card! I took it up with Management and I got what I wanted. I got my Match and my secured win already. Who's my match against, I hear you asking? Unfortunately, not Kevin Styles or Michael Morrison, both of whom I'd teach a lesson. No, it's against "Kilo Perez". Some Gringo no-one cares about, who calls himself the best, when the best is the one who's addressing him right now. Oh, what was that PCW, you've never heard of him? Well don't worry, neither have I and after I'm done with him, you won't be hearing about or even from him again. This Match on Rapture will be simple, like "Working off a Kilo", but literally. Mr Perez, watch out for me, Johnny Scumm, because I'm coming for you. Who knows, I could even beat you before our match even begins, if you cross me wrong. Once I've beaten you, myself and Triton will then progress to end your PCW Career, so we'll never have to see your face again. Once I hit the Facebreaker, it's all over and the referee will count a ONE, TWO, THREE! and then raise my Hand in victory. Or I'll lock in the Memory Loss, holding his Head in mercy, him begging for me to let go. I'll refuse and then he'll tap onto the Canvas and the Bell will ring. The Referee may try to get me to let go of the hold, but I won't. Oh, hell no I won't. He'll have to fade away first.
Scumm walks over to Triton to tell him something
Scumm: Triton, wait here, I need to go and just get something to Drink, my Throat's getting dry from gloating, I'll be back in a second. Keep this Cameraman company, sit around, masturbate, do whatever you wanna do, I'll be back in a minute.
Scumm walks off Camera and we hear his footsteps fading. We can't see Tritons face, but we are able to figure out that he's staring at the Cameraman, who just watches him intently. Out of the blue, Disturbed hobbles up to Triton, looking regretful, almost worried.
Disturbed: Triton, I need you. NOW. Back with me, you have to. I can't just have me and a guy with one leg, because, well, let's face it, after what you and Scumm done to me at Shellshock, it's proof enough that I can't handle it when the odds are even. Please, come back and join my forces again? I'll pay you even and Sniper will let you take out his anger on him one time, whatever you wanna do to beat him down, he'll let you this time. Come on Triton, dude, I mean, apart from that one time, what did I ever do that was bad to you? I mean, we were best friends. I'm a nice guy, just realize that and come back to me, Sniper would welcome you back with open arms, as will I. Please Triton, please.
Triton: Disturbed, you cut my Head open and left me in the Road for dead. Obviously, I'm not Dead, but you think I'm going to come back and join you again? Well, who knows. Then again, you were always just a total cunt to me, day in, day out. The fact that Sniper had one leg made him your favourite, even though he could do shit all most of the time. You sucked his cock everytime you were together and I know you still would, even if I was around. You want me back? Keep fucking wishing, because I'm too good for you and Sniper. I'm a "Shadow of Scumm" now and that's what I want to be, for good. I'm not a Tag Team Partner, but a Shadow, a Shadow with a difference. I don't copy Scumm's actions, I move to my own accord, which is why I take down anyone who gets in mine or Johnny's way. You get me?
Disturbed tries to talk Triton round, but doesn't notice that Scumm has approached him from behind. He's brandishing his Steel Pipe in his hands, and lifts it up. He pulls back and takes a MASSIVE swing at him, cracking him directly in the Skull. Disturbed falls to the Floor and there is blood slightly coming out of his Head. He's not getting up as Triton stomps on his back and Head, before Scumm moves him out of the way. He locks in the Memory Loss and is pulling intently on Disturbed's bloody mess of a face. Eventually, Scumm lets go of the hold before Disturbed passes out and shouts at Triton to pick him up. He does that for Scumm and Scumm approaches a very groggy Disturbed. He Irish Whips Disturbed face first into the Brick Wall, Disturbed's face landing in the Wall, cracking it. There's blood all over the Wall and now coming out of Disturbed's Head like a tap. Scumm goes down once more and locks in the Memory Loss on a knocked out Disturbed, delivering as much pain as he can, for pleasure. Scumm looks square at the Camera once more..
Scumm: KILO PEREZ! YOU SEE THIS? RAPTURE, THIS SATURDAY! THIS IS YOU! IT'S NOW OR NEVER!
Scumm lets go of the Hold for the last time as he taps Triton on the Shoulder and the two of them walk away from a helpless, bloody mess that is Disturbed.
[/i]Scumm: You see that PCW? You see now, what I can do? Granted, I may not be holding the Scars of Wrestling Cup in my hands, but I have to say it, congratulations to Styles. The little bitch took me off a Ladder straight through a Table. Don't fear fans, I'm fine, as always. I'm a fighter, I pull through everything that's brought to me. You all know that by now don't you? If you don't then I'm afraid you'll have to get to know it, because that's just how I am. So, I didn't win the Cup, that's in the past now. I'll let you know why as well. Disturbed. Finally, I got my hands on that little shit. Fucking finally. My mind got too focused on what I was going to do to him in his Match that I let down my guard in my own Match to take a loss. Oh well, shit happens right?
Scumm bends down a picks up his Steel Pipe. He holds it in his Hand and taps it onto his left Palm a few times before continuing to speak.
Scumm: Triton, this baby done some damage didn't it?
Triton: Fuck yes it did Johnny, fuck yes. Demolition Man's became are fucked up mess, much like yours and my own minds.
Scumm: You see, the "shit" that happened to Disturbed, didn't actually involve my little Metal friend here. Unfortunately. I hit him with my Facebreaker and break his Face I did. But you know what? I look back on that attack me & Triton gave him and it was not enough! I think I gave more to Demolition Man and he's still fighting a fucking match on Rapture. What does that mean? Disturbed's probably in the Gym right now, lifting weights. I know that I didn't do enough, but there's only so much that can happen in the Ring before you get it broken up by an official, unless you take him out as well, but you know, I don't wanna have to pay a fee for being myself, so there we have something I can take up out of the Ring. If only I was ever lucky enough to get my bloody hands on him again, god the things I could do to him, the pain I want to make him feel.
Triton comes over to tell the Camera something
Triton: See Disturbed? That's what I was capable of. Holding you back? Like fuck I was. I hope we never fucking see you ever again.
Scumm pushes back in again, he's eager to talk
Scumm: Triton, enough about that shit-stain now. We've got a Match on Rapture to prepare for. I walk through the back to go and look for the victim that'll fall at my knees and I wasn't even on the Card! I took it up with Management and I got what I wanted. I got my Match and my secured win already. Who's my match against, I hear you asking? Unfortunately, not Kevin Styles or Michael Morrison, both of whom I'd teach a lesson. No, it's against "Kilo Perez". Some Gringo no-one cares about, who calls himself the best, when the best is the one who's addressing him right now. Oh, what was that PCW, you've never heard of him? Well don't worry, neither have I and after I'm done with him, you won't be hearing about or even from him again. This Match on Rapture will be simple, like "Working off a Kilo", but literally. Mr Perez, watch out for me, Johnny Scumm, because I'm coming for you. Who knows, I could even beat you before our match even begins, if you cross me wrong. Once I've beaten you, myself and Triton will then progress to end your PCW Career, so we'll never have to see your face again. Once I hit the Facebreaker, it's all over and the referee will count a ONE, TWO, THREE! and then raise my Hand in victory. Or I'll lock in the Memory Loss, holding his Head in mercy, him begging for me to let go. I'll refuse and then he'll tap onto the Canvas and the Bell will ring. The Referee may try to get me to let go of the hold, but I won't. Oh, hell no I won't. He'll have to fade away first.
Scumm walks over to Triton to tell him something
Scumm: Triton, wait here, I need to go and just get something to Drink, my Throat's getting dry from gloating, I'll be back in a second. Keep this Cameraman company, sit around, masturbate, do whatever you wanna do, I'll be back in a minute.
Scumm walks off Camera and we hear his footsteps fading. We can't see Tritons face, but we are able to figure out that he's staring at the Cameraman, who just watches him intently. Out of the blue, Disturbed hobbles up to Triton, looking regretful, almost worried.
Disturbed: Triton, I need you. NOW. Back with me, you have to. I can't just have me and a guy with one leg, because, well, let's face it, after what you and Scumm done to me at Shellshock, it's proof enough that I can't handle it when the odds are even. Please, come back and join my forces again? I'll pay you even and Sniper will let you take out his anger on him one time, whatever you wanna do to beat him down, he'll let you this time. Come on Triton, dude, I mean, apart from that one time, what did I ever do that was bad to you? I mean, we were best friends. I'm a nice guy, just realize that and come back to me, Sniper would welcome you back with open arms, as will I. Please Triton, please.
Triton: Disturbed, you cut my Head open and left me in the Road for dead. Obviously, I'm not Dead, but you think I'm going to come back and join you again? Well, who knows. Then again, you were always just a total cunt to me, day in, day out. The fact that Sniper had one leg made him your favourite, even though he could do shit all most of the time. You sucked his cock everytime you were together and I know you still would, even if I was around. You want me back? Keep fucking wishing, because I'm too good for you and Sniper. I'm a "Shadow of Scumm" now and that's what I want to be, for good. I'm not a Tag Team Partner, but a Shadow, a Shadow with a difference. I don't copy Scumm's actions, I move to my own accord, which is why I take down anyone who gets in mine or Johnny's way. You get me?
Disturbed tries to talk Triton round, but doesn't notice that Scumm has approached him from behind. He's brandishing his Steel Pipe in his hands, and lifts it up. He pulls back and takes a MASSIVE swing at him, cracking him directly in the Skull. Disturbed falls to the Floor and there is blood slightly coming out of his Head. He's not getting up as Triton stomps on his back and Head, before Scumm moves him out of the way. He locks in the Memory Loss and is pulling intently on Disturbed's bloody mess of a face. Eventually, Scumm lets go of the hold before Disturbed passes out and shouts at Triton to pick him up. He does that for Scumm and Scumm approaches a very groggy Disturbed. He Irish Whips Disturbed face first into the Brick Wall, Disturbed's face landing in the Wall, cracking it. There's blood all over the Wall and now coming out of Disturbed's Head like a tap. Scumm goes down once more and locks in the Memory Loss on a knocked out Disturbed, delivering as much pain as he can, for pleasure. Scumm looks square at the Camera once more..
Scumm: KILO PEREZ! YOU SEE THIS? RAPTURE, THIS SATURDAY! THIS IS YOU! IT'S NOW OR NEVER!
Scumm lets go of the Hold for the last time as he taps Triton on the Shoulder and the two of them walk away from a helpless, bloody mess that is Disturbed.
*Fade to Black*
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