Post by Papi El Sueno on Jun 18, 2012 13:40:29 GMT -5
OOC: Posting this on behalf of Mike (Nightrain) as he cannot log in to the forum because the Facebook plug-in doesn't work or something's wrong with his computer. We'll get to the bottom of it though. 
Earlier today.....
A black limousine pulls up at the fan interaction event scheduled for the afternoon before this evenings PCW Live event. Camera crews and fans alike rush up to the windows to try and get a sneak peak of the passenger in the back of this limousine. No more heroes by slash plays through the speakers rigged up at the entrance to fan interaction and the back door of the limousine flies open sending cameras and fans scattering as the six foot two muscular monstrous frame of Nightrain steps out of the limousine. He stands up wearing his new t-shirt with the slogan here he comes here he comes time to dirty up your halo written in blood red dripping letters formed from a puddle around the head of a hand drawn woman.
“What nobody wants my autograph? What nobody wants my picture taken with them? Fine by me. All my career I stood in that ring for you people trying to be something I am not. Trying to toe the corporate line and where did that get me.......? now I say time to take of the mask I have been forced to wear all these years. Time to become the one thing I have always hidden but have always been good at destroying things. I am a monster I care not about each and everyone of you. I don’t care for wins and losses for you see the time has come for PCW to be put on notice and like it or not this monster has certainly put a few people on notice around here over the last month since our return. Danielle Lopez, Referees, our world champion Michael Morrison and that nobody Douglas I beat last week to qualify for Scars Cup at the next ppv but now James Baker has decided that he couldn’t handle his own business and he needed to bring in Warrens to try and slay the monster. Well Warrens and Baker this is what I think of your crusade.”
Nightrain grabs the nearest camera man by the throat and lifts him off the ground choke-slamming him through a near by autograph table. He turns quickly to his left and delivers a right hand to three members of the public who were holding a huge Nightrain sucks banner. Picking up the banner he tears it in half before wiping his arse on it and lifting up one of the fans and choke-slamming him on top of the cameraman. Security try to intervene but Nightrain grabs one in each hand around the neck and delivers a big boot to the face of the third before lifting each guard at the same time and throwing them through the crowd of gathered people knocking parents and children down with them.
“This whole interaction event is complete and utter bullshit arranged by a company run by a man who spews that same bullshit, by a man that lacks testicular fortitude but don’t worry a new breed of superstar is being unleashed a new force of dominance is here and frankly judging by what I did to the best this company has to offer I don’t really see many opportunities for our boss to stop me. Warrens will come and believe me by the time I have finished nobody will care that we will never see him again. Nobody will care that he has gone to join the bosses wife on the injured reserve list but make no mistake you guys booing me, telling me how much I suck means nothing to me. PCW has a new monster to be intimidated by and this monster don’t play fare James just ask your wife.”
Nightrain has a sadistic grin on his face as he looks over at the carnage he has caused. He turns and steps over each of the guards on his way back out of interaction and to his limo.
He pauses before climbing in looking back and laughing at the carnage in his wake as he slides on his black Armani shades No More Heroes plays once more signalling Nightrain's exit from the event.
SAME DAY PCW LIVE EVENT.....
No More Heroes by Slash plays over the speakers as the arena turns into pitch black with a red spotlight shining down on the stage. Nightrain leaves the backstage area coming through the curtain he stands for a few seconds inside the red spotlight. The camera angle changes so that it is no longer looking down on him but now straight at him. Nightrain with his long black hair wetted and hanging down across his face as multiple coloured lights shine up on him and smoke fills the ramp-way illuminated by these same lights Nightrain raises his head and looks with an ominous stare down the ramp at the four sided ring before making a very slow and methodical walk down the aiselway towards the ring. Halfway down he sees a sign calling him a joke which he grabs from the fan and rips into pieces. The fan begins giving him some mouth about his sign, with a smile on his face Nightrain delivers a right hand to the fan before turning and slowly making his way towards the ringside area. Slowly circling the ring a couple of times as a member of the arena crew hands him a microphone he feigns a punch sending the crew member scurrying away fleeing for his life. Nightrain slides under the bottom rope and stands in the centre of the ring much to the disdain of the capacity audience.
Nightrain smile on his face flips the capacity crowd the bird from the top turn-buckle, motioning to the audience that quite frankly he could care less for there taunts he jumps down backwards of the middle rope and returns to the centre of the squared circle.
“masks! We all wear them whether its to play a persona with the view to fitting in to society or to give society the big fuck you. I am no different I to spent years wearing a mask, years playing a false persona to appease the corporate big wigs and in attempt to put myself over to the likes of you dumb idiots”
“YOUR A SELLOUT, YOUR A SELLOUT”
Nightrain stands in mid ring laughing at the crowds jeers he slides off his Black Armani shades and raises the microphone once more to his lips.
“I rest my case. There was a time that would have bothered me! You know back when I used to portray the company face. The way the booking team portrayed me was a joke and quite frankly those days are a long long long distant memory and what’s more I have never been happier. Fore you see I no longer beat to that corporate drum. I no longer answer to anybody for my actions. I am and forever will be a monster. The Royal Marines saw the real me and immediately kicked me to the curb seems my anger is uncontrollable which leads to me becoming a monstrous liability.
A liability is that what has taken out everything with a pulse that has been put into my path of destruction since the PCW's return. Those of you who were at fan interaction this morning may have heard my list that’s if you weren’t running for your lives. Danielle Lopez, Referee, the world heavyweight champion Michael Morrison a man that considers himself to be true greatness. He doesn’t lie folks he was truly iconic and great screaming in pain at the hands of the derailer and yours truly and the most recent I cant even remember that scumbags name. Now it seems James Baker a man who considers himself my boss the one and only. Now James Baker has bought back his old bossom pal and yes that is quite literally true they were I mean are bosom buddies back to now what was it take me out or something along those lines.
Damon Warrens has returned ladies and gentleman. Damon Warrens? Yeah don’t worry I know what your all thinking who in the bloody hell is Damon Warrens. It took me a while but eventually it clicked he is the man that so jealous of James relationship with Danielle that he became friends with our GM just to get closer to his true love and a couple of weeks ago he had to watch sat at home I might add because nobody wants to see his no talent hack ass in a PCW ring anyway as I took a pipe to the back of Danielle and chokelsammed her onto the concrete. For those of you who missed it just have a look at my new t-shirt now I don’t want to risk offending anybody so that isn’t really Danielle there is it? I will let you all judge for yourselves for the die hard fans out there that will go back and review the footage the blood splatter patterns may suggest that it is but for licensing reas....... NAH screw it of course its her. I mean why shouldn’t I slogan the funnest moment of my career as I took that defenceless woman over six feet of the ground and felt her desire for me as I slammed her down to the concrete floor. Dani if your watching I don’t think its going to work honey I mean just imagine the counselling sessions. So anyway her long lost boyfriend Damon Warrens has returned to do what her husband hasn’t the ghoul to do take me out. Whilst that is laughable as my next point will illustrate you have to give him credit I mean it beats drawing unemployment benefits right?
Every time Damon has tried to get physical he has bought a stick with him. I mean come on do you see Nightrain stood in the middle of the ring swinging god damn sticks around? No all my damage is done with these hands I don’t feel the need to hide behind objects. I see something I don’t like I take it out Danielle, Michael or referee it matters not to me but Damon I have a new favourite thing I am going to enjoy taking out......... YOU!
Make no mistake Warrens your apocalypse is coming and believe you me what you need ain’t in the clouds Here I come here I come time to dirty up your halo!
The arena lights go out and No More Heroes by Slash plays around the arena a deep menacing laugh is heard as footage of Nightrain's path of destruction plays to the capacity crowd culminating in the event earlier in the day a still picture of Damon is shown as a lid seemingly slams shut over the top of it lightning hits the top of the tron and the casket rises up of the big screen as it disappears through the top a real casket rises up towards the roof which erupts into flames and the picture of Damon unravels above it and the flames eventually catch this alight as well as the lights come back on the ring is empty except for a burning kendo stick left laying in the middle of it.
Earlier today.....
A black limousine pulls up at the fan interaction event scheduled for the afternoon before this evenings PCW Live event. Camera crews and fans alike rush up to the windows to try and get a sneak peak of the passenger in the back of this limousine. No more heroes by slash plays through the speakers rigged up at the entrance to fan interaction and the back door of the limousine flies open sending cameras and fans scattering as the six foot two muscular monstrous frame of Nightrain steps out of the limousine. He stands up wearing his new t-shirt with the slogan here he comes here he comes time to dirty up your halo written in blood red dripping letters formed from a puddle around the head of a hand drawn woman.
“What nobody wants my autograph? What nobody wants my picture taken with them? Fine by me. All my career I stood in that ring for you people trying to be something I am not. Trying to toe the corporate line and where did that get me.......? now I say time to take of the mask I have been forced to wear all these years. Time to become the one thing I have always hidden but have always been good at destroying things. I am a monster I care not about each and everyone of you. I don’t care for wins and losses for you see the time has come for PCW to be put on notice and like it or not this monster has certainly put a few people on notice around here over the last month since our return. Danielle Lopez, Referees, our world champion Michael Morrison and that nobody Douglas I beat last week to qualify for Scars Cup at the next ppv but now James Baker has decided that he couldn’t handle his own business and he needed to bring in Warrens to try and slay the monster. Well Warrens and Baker this is what I think of your crusade.”
Nightrain grabs the nearest camera man by the throat and lifts him off the ground choke-slamming him through a near by autograph table. He turns quickly to his left and delivers a right hand to three members of the public who were holding a huge Nightrain sucks banner. Picking up the banner he tears it in half before wiping his arse on it and lifting up one of the fans and choke-slamming him on top of the cameraman. Security try to intervene but Nightrain grabs one in each hand around the neck and delivers a big boot to the face of the third before lifting each guard at the same time and throwing them through the crowd of gathered people knocking parents and children down with them.
“This whole interaction event is complete and utter bullshit arranged by a company run by a man who spews that same bullshit, by a man that lacks testicular fortitude but don’t worry a new breed of superstar is being unleashed a new force of dominance is here and frankly judging by what I did to the best this company has to offer I don’t really see many opportunities for our boss to stop me. Warrens will come and believe me by the time I have finished nobody will care that we will never see him again. Nobody will care that he has gone to join the bosses wife on the injured reserve list but make no mistake you guys booing me, telling me how much I suck means nothing to me. PCW has a new monster to be intimidated by and this monster don’t play fare James just ask your wife.”
Nightrain has a sadistic grin on his face as he looks over at the carnage he has caused. He turns and steps over each of the guards on his way back out of interaction and to his limo.
He pauses before climbing in looking back and laughing at the carnage in his wake as he slides on his black Armani shades No More Heroes plays once more signalling Nightrain's exit from the event.
SAME DAY PCW LIVE EVENT.....
No More Heroes by Slash plays over the speakers as the arena turns into pitch black with a red spotlight shining down on the stage. Nightrain leaves the backstage area coming through the curtain he stands for a few seconds inside the red spotlight. The camera angle changes so that it is no longer looking down on him but now straight at him. Nightrain with his long black hair wetted and hanging down across his face as multiple coloured lights shine up on him and smoke fills the ramp-way illuminated by these same lights Nightrain raises his head and looks with an ominous stare down the ramp at the four sided ring before making a very slow and methodical walk down the aiselway towards the ring. Halfway down he sees a sign calling him a joke which he grabs from the fan and rips into pieces. The fan begins giving him some mouth about his sign, with a smile on his face Nightrain delivers a right hand to the fan before turning and slowly making his way towards the ringside area. Slowly circling the ring a couple of times as a member of the arena crew hands him a microphone he feigns a punch sending the crew member scurrying away fleeing for his life. Nightrain slides under the bottom rope and stands in the centre of the ring much to the disdain of the capacity audience.
Nightrain smile on his face flips the capacity crowd the bird from the top turn-buckle, motioning to the audience that quite frankly he could care less for there taunts he jumps down backwards of the middle rope and returns to the centre of the squared circle.
“masks! We all wear them whether its to play a persona with the view to fitting in to society or to give society the big fuck you. I am no different I to spent years wearing a mask, years playing a false persona to appease the corporate big wigs and in attempt to put myself over to the likes of you dumb idiots”
“YOUR A SELLOUT, YOUR A SELLOUT”
Nightrain stands in mid ring laughing at the crowds jeers he slides off his Black Armani shades and raises the microphone once more to his lips.
“I rest my case. There was a time that would have bothered me! You know back when I used to portray the company face. The way the booking team portrayed me was a joke and quite frankly those days are a long long long distant memory and what’s more I have never been happier. Fore you see I no longer beat to that corporate drum. I no longer answer to anybody for my actions. I am and forever will be a monster. The Royal Marines saw the real me and immediately kicked me to the curb seems my anger is uncontrollable which leads to me becoming a monstrous liability.
A liability is that what has taken out everything with a pulse that has been put into my path of destruction since the PCW's return. Those of you who were at fan interaction this morning may have heard my list that’s if you weren’t running for your lives. Danielle Lopez, Referee, the world heavyweight champion Michael Morrison a man that considers himself to be true greatness. He doesn’t lie folks he was truly iconic and great screaming in pain at the hands of the derailer and yours truly and the most recent I cant even remember that scumbags name. Now it seems James Baker a man who considers himself my boss the one and only. Now James Baker has bought back his old bossom pal and yes that is quite literally true they were I mean are bosom buddies back to now what was it take me out or something along those lines.
Damon Warrens has returned ladies and gentleman. Damon Warrens? Yeah don’t worry I know what your all thinking who in the bloody hell is Damon Warrens. It took me a while but eventually it clicked he is the man that so jealous of James relationship with Danielle that he became friends with our GM just to get closer to his true love and a couple of weeks ago he had to watch sat at home I might add because nobody wants to see his no talent hack ass in a PCW ring anyway as I took a pipe to the back of Danielle and chokelsammed her onto the concrete. For those of you who missed it just have a look at my new t-shirt now I don’t want to risk offending anybody so that isn’t really Danielle there is it? I will let you all judge for yourselves for the die hard fans out there that will go back and review the footage the blood splatter patterns may suggest that it is but for licensing reas....... NAH screw it of course its her. I mean why shouldn’t I slogan the funnest moment of my career as I took that defenceless woman over six feet of the ground and felt her desire for me as I slammed her down to the concrete floor. Dani if your watching I don’t think its going to work honey I mean just imagine the counselling sessions. So anyway her long lost boyfriend Damon Warrens has returned to do what her husband hasn’t the ghoul to do take me out. Whilst that is laughable as my next point will illustrate you have to give him credit I mean it beats drawing unemployment benefits right?
Every time Damon has tried to get physical he has bought a stick with him. I mean come on do you see Nightrain stood in the middle of the ring swinging god damn sticks around? No all my damage is done with these hands I don’t feel the need to hide behind objects. I see something I don’t like I take it out Danielle, Michael or referee it matters not to me but Damon I have a new favourite thing I am going to enjoy taking out......... YOU!
Make no mistake Warrens your apocalypse is coming and believe you me what you need ain’t in the clouds Here I come here I come time to dirty up your halo!
The arena lights go out and No More Heroes by Slash plays around the arena a deep menacing laugh is heard as footage of Nightrain's path of destruction plays to the capacity crowd culminating in the event earlier in the day a still picture of Damon is shown as a lid seemingly slams shut over the top of it lightning hits the top of the tron and the casket rises up of the big screen as it disappears through the top a real casket rises up towards the roof which erupts into flames and the picture of Damon unravels above it and the flames eventually catch this alight as well as the lights come back on the ring is empty except for a burning kendo stick left laying in the middle of it.
