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Date Posted: 12:30:26 02/25/01 Sun
Author: "The Psychotic Enigma" Death
Author Host/IP: cs28158-137.satx.rr.com / 24.28.158.137
Subject: Our Final Solution Approaches (old Rp for another fed)

Our Final Solution Approaches

(The camera fades in on a ECW house show somewhere in the Southwestern Untied States. Thousands of fans are in attendance for this special event and are cheering, and booing. In the ring are two low to mid-card wrestlers battling it out for a chance to possibly advance in the near future. A lanky long-haired wrestler hits a top rope death valley driver and makes the pin on the other. The winner celebrates in the ring, the fans begin to toss their garbage and other assorted items into the ring at the victor. Then suddenly as all the fans are beginning to leave as the lights in the arena shut off, and an eerie organ music starts to fill the arena with its intoxicating sound. Then as if on cue flames shoot up from the stage as the droning guitar riffs of �Into the Pentagram� by Samael blasts over the loud speakers. The song continues for a few fleeting moments as the lights go to blood red. As they change their color a man bathed totally in black steps out from behind the curtain and out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd begins to boo as they notice who the man is. He is Death, one of the most infamous men in the history of the wrestling business. The demonic looking soul is clad in a black long sleeve Morbid Angel �Covenant� shirt, baggy black jeans, black leather combat boots, taped fists, and dark black sunglasses covering his hate filled eyes. He stares out at the mass of humanity and sneers a wicked, dehumanized sneer. Death slowly continues his way down the ramp moving his head to the beat of the music. He walks up the steps, hops over the ropes, and gets to the middle of the ring. Death walks to the other side of the ring and grabs a mic. He signals for their music to be cut off. It stops and the house lights come on, as he sits down in the corner, shades of his once best friend Raven.)

Death: Rage, hatred, fear�three emotions that a human being should have to live without. But also three emotions that some people need to strive in this inhuman world of filth, decadence, and pestilence.

(Death looks down from the mic and out into the crowd�which hasn�t received him quite well yet. He smiles a little and looks back down at the mic.)

Death: Rage�a subject that I personally know all to well, for I have felt the need to vent it on numerous occasions. Times where I thought it would have been appropriate really weren�t and the people whom I thought deserved it�really didn�t. I am truly sorry for the pitiful fools and peons that dared to step into my path when they knew pretty well that I wasn�t in the most �kosher� of moods. I am truly sorry that it was they that made me into the sullen, damning mood I was thrown into, but a person such as I has been thrown around to much in life to ever let it happen again�especially not by these spoiled, pesky, horrid idiots that were around me. Not by the meager peons that dared to let loose the sullen beast that dwells within the body, mind, heart, and soul of this sick, and twisted individual you see before you. Not by the little bottom dwellers that inhabit this pathetic realm.

(Again Death looks towards the crowd who are surprisingly hanging onto his every word, as he is spilling his soul onto them. He looks back to the mic and closes his eyes.)

Death: Hatred�yet another subject, an emotion�that I truly do know a lot more about than any human being on this vengeful planet. Yet all my hatred has been for valid reasons, all my hatred has been for something that was actually worthwhile and not moronic like most of these imbeciles that walk this Earth. Hatred is truly an intense feeling of spite towards an individual that can completely blind all other emotions such as love, and happiness. There again hatred for another can oddly bring a smile to the demented�such as I. Hatred is something that the sadists, such as myself, thrive on, hatred is something that we need to survive�something we need to endure. It is something that we have when we are harmed or belittled in any way whatsoever, something that seethes and festers like an open wound, in the hearts of the damned�something that the spawn of Hades need to survive. Spawn such as I�and other beings that have come before me.

(The fans begin to react to this as they look at Death in awe. He grins slightly as he looks around at the ringside area. Death shakes his head and looks back at the mic.)

Death: Lastly you have fear, yet another subject that oddly enough I know plenty about. Fear is another emotion that this race of beings needs yet, doesn�t admit to. Fear is something that the human race need to have yet doesn�t want. The idiots that think they fear nothing at all are only kidding themselves, they have everything to fear in life. Fear of failure, fear of stupidity, and fear of weakness are just some of the fears that all people have. And I�ll be the first to admit that I have these�because all people fear, nobody s immune no matte how hard you try, you cannot be immune to fear. Because fear is the most powerful of all emotions, for it at times annihilates your senses and state of mind. It makes you think like a frightened little animal staring down the barrel of a gun�staring down into the depths of hell itself. I to have felt such fears, such as when my drunk of a foster-father beat me day in and day out from the time I was twelve to the time I was eighteen�the man I feared as a child�but I�m not a child anymore�and yet I still fear him. I still fear his hand coming down across my face, because that was the hand that dealt out unmerciful beatings, and insurmountable suffering. I remember every time he kicked my head in, and they were all for ridiculous reasons. All were unjustified, and undeserving�every single strike made me into the sick, and twisted psychopath that I am to this day, and the same thing will continue to be�forevermore.

(The crowd still stares at the psychopath in awe as he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up. Death stands in the corner as he looks out to the crowd again. He again shakes his head as he raises the mic back to his chin.)

Death: Justin Credible�two words�of a name�of a man that makes even I sick to my fucking stomach. My friend you made the wrong goddamned mistake for fucking with my son�for pulling the fight beyond just us. You did absolute stupidest thing that you could have done in your entire life�the worst mistake that ANYONE could have EVER made. You canned a child�but not just any damn child�MY GODDAMNED CHILD. You brought our war far beyond the bounds that you had to, you brought this war between us way past the fucking bounds. You know Credible I could have given a rat�s ass of your hatred for me, I could care less how you feel about me. I could give a fuck if you don�t respect me, if you don�t like me, if you hate�I COULD GIVE A FUCK LESS! Because you know what dumbshit? The feeling is fucking mutual�

Death: Credible this little feud of ours�this war of sorts all goes back to one thing�something that I spoke of earlier�HATRED. You hate me, I hate your fucking guts, because you are not only the most pathetic piece of shit I have ever laid eyes on�you�re the dumbest piece of soon to be street grease that I have ever met. The fact of the matter is�I DON�T FORGET�and I never fucking will. You can bet your fucking ass that I wont�because all this shit you�ve pulled on me is going to get shoved not only in your face, BUT RIGHT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT! You can definitely bet your ass that I will bring it all to Anarchy Rulz, and I could care less what you do to me�because all that you do to me�will be given back to with the force of a eighteen wheeler hitting a brick wall. Out of the two of us�I am probably looking up to this match the most, because Justin�this is a match that most suits a sadist such as myself. And count on the fact that I will bring all I have shown�AND MORE! Every little ounce of pain, hatred, and hostility that I have in my black heart�and trust me when you flip that middle finger in my face, ILL SNAP THE MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT OFF YOUR FUCKING HAND AND SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT! Every pin that you attempt I�ll kick out of, and I�ll show you that your past wins were all but flukes. And my colleague I think you better think twice about signing that check that your about to sign�because with the mood I�m in�you ass will make that son of a bitch bounce. It will be I showing the world what a piece of motherfucking shit that you really are you bald chipmunk.

(Death walks to the center of the ring and looks out to the crowd as they boo for their supposed Messiah. He grins slightly as he raises the mic to his chin and points to the camera.)

Death: Looking back to TNN�yeah Douglas and I won�we proved that you and Raven were nothing more than bullshitting pieces of garbage. We proved overall that we can, and will kick your heads right through your asses. I wont go and gloat about the win�because yet again I could care less you jackass. Sunday night it will be evident that TNN was no fluke for Douglas and I, because Credible�you and I will once again go one on fucking one�but this time it is for everything short of our careers. Sunday it will be I who will hand you more than just your ass�Ill hand you your heart, your mind, and your soul�that is if you have any of them at all. Sure I went to Heyman and requested this match�and to tell you the absolute truth�I believe I have finally found a match that will outdo the Hell on Earth match that Raven and I had in WCW. This match will be the Final Solution to all of our whiles and problems�hence the name. The simple truth is this�Credible�you are truly fucked�because when you canned my son�my own flesh and fucking blood�you signed the match yourself. You are the ignorant son of a bitch that but this twisted psycho into the mood he�s in. You may brag and gloat on how your going to retire�possibly cripple me? Well listen the fuck up you bald fucking idiot, you may hurt my body�BUT ISNT IT ALREADY FUCKED UP? Like I could give a fuck less what you do to me�I could care less what you try and pull. The fact of the matter is that I don�t care if I walk out or have to be drug out of that ring Sunday�I�ll I�m gunning for is any little piece of revenge that I can dish out. All I�m gunning for is shoving my fist down your throat and pulling out your intestines. The pleasure will be all mine, because I know you enjoy handing out beatings to me, but like I�ve said numerous times�the feelings mutual. And if you think that the stipulations to this match will work against me�your sadly fucking mistaken. Bricks and barbedwire mean absolutely shit to me�because when It�s all said and done�I know I�m going to be a bloody mess, and so are you. And hell�win or lose on my part I�ll be content knowing that I just handed you the biggest ass kicking of your entire career�let alone your fucking life. You know�I know that you claim to be heartless, and tough�but I�ve seen you in the back�you�re the most neurotic son of a bitch in the back. Always cutting yourself down, and thinking your matches are shit�thinking that you could have had the match of you career�but you still down yourself. You know what you little bitch? I am always the one in the back who just does his job and leaves�I could give a fuck about my match and how it went�I�m just here to beat the shit out of people, and frankly I think I do quite a good job of it. At Anarchy Rulz I know for a fact that you�ll bring you�re �A� game�but you�ll have to bring a fuckload more than that if you intend to get the pin on me. Because in St. Paul, Minnesota you are going against the sickest fuck in the locker room�the sickest, most twisted psycho fucking path that you�ll ever lay your eyes on�you will be going one on fucking one with the man that holds not only your career, but your life in his hands. You my friend are going one on fucking one with the most psychotic man on the face of this planet�and don�t expect one iota of mercy or sympathy, because you will get what�s coming to you�MARK MY FUCKING WORDS!

(Death puts down his arm and walks back over to the turnbuckle. He leans on it and looks out at the crowd as he once again raises the mic to his chin.)

Death: You know what you idiot, I know for a fact what I haven�t been through in life makes me tough�no no no�what makes me tough is that fact that I haven�t let the crap get to me, I haven�t tried to kill myself where lesser individuals would have plugged themselves in the head. Everything I �spew� out is nothing short of the truth�I have the fucking scars, both mentally and physically to prove the hardships that I have fought through! And of all the shit you�ve been through�WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT? Some little fucking skank, and a couple ECW World Title reigns. What do I have to show for it? I have experience and the ability to take whatever the fuck people dish out without letting it effect me. Credible I have learned that life is a bitch�and then you die, that�s basically all there is to it, nothing more, nothing less. The fact�the brutal truth is that I don�t mention you little scars of burnt flesh that you gave me�because I could give a fuck less. Credible every �ass-kicking� that you gave me was just you pussyfooting around�trying out my limits�testing me. Well�the test are over you maniacal bastard, and you still havent found out the answers. In other words�YOU FUCKING FAILED RETARD! And yet again you bring up that godforsaken mask that I wore for like three weeks. Truly you make me laugh with you constant idiocy, because I chose to wear that mask�I could have fucking came to the ring all burnt up and could have cared less. But no�Heyman said it would be good for the cameras to see that I was �hurting�. Well that was a huge crock of bullshit now wasn�t it?

(Death looks around at the crowd who begin to boo him louder. He smiles, getting the crowd response he deserves as he raises the mic back to his chin.)

Death: You listen to me you tiny little twit. I sure as fuck aint little�I sure as fuck am not the pushover that you think I am, and I sure as shit am not some little jackass that you can push around. Because Credible I outdo you in every fucking area, and you are in denial that I am better. Truthfully I have been in Japan, and I fought in some of the sickest fucking matches that nobody will ever see, because this shit hole of a country doesn�t allow such �disgraceful� violence. I�ve been in this business since I was a child also Credible�but the difference is that sure we both worked our fucking asses off�I took it to the extreme. I went all out in every match, but because I was who I was, and was what I was people didn�t accept me�people were and always will be afraid. I to am in this business to fulfill my insatiable need to hurt people�the beat the fucking hell out of them till they cry for their mothers. Credible you need to get off your fucking high horse for one damn second and listen to someone other than yourself. I get paid to make people suffer, bleed, and to break them in fucking two�but the simple truth of it all is that I could care less about the money. Hell I wouldn�t mind working for goddamned free, just as long as I get the chance to kick the living fuck out of some unsuspecting moron such as you Justin. I get paid to do things that I HAVE been put in jail for�because I don�t hesitate to beat the piss out of ANYONE! ANYONE YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! If anyone wants to fuck with me�they get their asses tossed around like a rag doll by the sickest son a fucking bitch on the face of god�s green Earth. The only time you ever had to deal with hardship in your life is when you were on the road doing independent jobs as P.J Walker. I had to suffer with that shit damn near my entire fucking life�and it almost got the better of me. But its assholes like you that keep bringing me back into the limelight�assholes like you that keep me living�assholes like you that make me want to be alive. People like you make me want to be alive so that I can in some possible way�humble their pathetic asses so that they realize that they are jack-fucking shit. Well Credible you better give a shit about what I preach�you better start caring about what I speak�because they will be the last things burning in your mind when your lying in that ring, bleeding from just about every pore of you lifeless body. All you�ll think about while your spending your time in eternal damnation is �Why did I have to fuck with him? Why did I have to piss that psycho motherfucker off?�. That�s all you will be able to think about while I stand triumphantly over your limp carcass�that is all and nothing more. And you know what? All I will do is sit there and laugh as you suffer in the grave you have dug yourself�in the dank pit that you�ll have to lie in. Then I�ll have finally done what nobody else has been able to do�SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH ONCE AND FOR FUCKING ALL!

(Death stares into the camera as he takes off his sunglasses, and puts them in the pocket of his jeans. He looks back out to the crowd as he turns around and begins to pace around the ring.)

Death: Credible you want to know what I just realized? I could give a fuck what you think and feel. I could care less if you fell off a cliff and somehow miraculously survived without one broken bone. I could care less if you climb Mt. Everest or meet the Dahli Lama�I could give a fuck less where you have been and what you have done for this business. Here in ECW I have been downed so damn much that I began to care less about what I�ve been told to go out and do�I�ve slacked off a fuckload Justin�and I could care less. I�ve been gone for most of the time to if you haven�t noticed. I�ve been gone trying to promote this company in Japan�I�ve been trying to recruit people from all the indy federations around the globe, I�ve been far and wide not only promoting the ECW but wrestling in the very same independent federations that made our asses famous. And what recognition did I get? What thanks did I get for trying to make this company that much more famous? WHAT FUCKING THANKS DO I GET FOR BASICALLY PUTTING MEALS ON YOUR TABLE YOU ASSHOLE? None that�s what I get�I get nothing for doing all that I can to make ECW the best fucking federation on the face of the Earth. Where are my title shots? Where are my fucking hard work and strife? I mean you do jack fucking shit and you get everything�for what? Probably in the back given favors to good old Paul. You know Credible as far as I�m concerned you can just shut the fuck up and leave�and nobody would notice, no one in these crowds across American would fucking know you left, no one would give a rat�s ass if you blew your fucking head off right in the middle of the ring.

Death: You know�you better start giving a fuck about what I say and preach, because like I said�they will be the very last thing burning in your mind while you bleed to death in the middle of that ring. You better start caring about where I�ve been, you better start giving a fuck. Because I realize that this is ECW, and not the WCW or WWF�but I can adapt you idiot�if you haven�t witnessed that already. The simple truth is I haven�t had the time to give a rat�s ass about you or what you�ve done for the ECW�which is just about nothing. I could give a fuck less if you are a two time ECW World Heavyweight Champion�because while I may not have held that belt in this stint with ECW�I�ve held it four times before. And I could care less if I hold that gold again, because I�ve already made the Triple Crown in both World and World Tag Team�so holding that belt again would be practically useless. It would prove absofuckinglutely nothing about me or my stature. But it is apparent that the gold is all that you could care about�all that you thirst for. It seems that you don�t just want to hurt people�you want to have that belt around your waist at all fucking costs. Well you know what? Since I know your thirst for that belt�since I know how much you want it. I will make fucking sure that you never get that title again as long as I am around. And on that�you can bet your bottom fucking dollar that I will make well on that promise.

(Death smiles a little and stops to lean against the ropes. He looks out at the crowd who still boo him loudly, but he doesn�t take the time to acknowledge their presence. Death raises the mic to his chin and begins to speak again in his usual deep Southern drawl.)

Death: I don�t believe in dejavu, I don�t believe in lightning striking twice�and I sure as fuck don�t believe that you can beat me one on fucking one�one last time in the sickest damn match of our respective careers. Yeah, while you may kick my ass, you know for damn sure that I�ll hand it right back to you. You know that for a fucking fact�because our previous encounters are proof positive. I have what it takes to shove all your bullshit right back in your damn face�and I have what it takes to finally, once and for all make you shut the fuck up. And its all going to change�because I have the set to change it�I have what it takes to knock down one of the pillars that hold this company up�I HAVE WHAT IT FUCKING TAKES! And after pull the wool from over your eyes�so that you can see the truth�you will realize that you are jack shit�you are nothing anymore, that nobody gives a fuck about you. That�s why at Anarchy Rulz I will hand out an ass-kicking so huge that it will make Texans proud that a represent them. That�s why I am going to prove that your nothing more than talk�nothing more than a lifeless blob of bullshit. \\

(The lights go out as �Into the Pentagram� begins again. The crowd boos and jeers in anger as their Messiah slips out under the cover of darkness. But just as the camera�s go off they spot the Enigma up in the balcony�mic still in hand�as he speaks one last time.)

Death: Credible�once its all said and fucking done�you will once and for all that everything I speak is truth. Justin you will once and for fucking all know why I�m not just your ruler�not just your master�not just your god�

(The crowd waits in awe as he speaks possibly his final words before or after Anarchy Rulz. A strange hush befalls the arena.)

Death:�I WILL PROVE ONCE AND FOR ALL WHY I AM YOU FUCKING MESSIAH!

(The camera�s slowly fade to black.)

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