About halfway through massacre, the lights in the arena would go pitch black, causing a hush to fill the arena as the anticipation of what was about to unfold. Suddenly the trop kicked on and was filled with nothing but black and white static, and the loud hiss that is commonly associated with old school televisions that aren't hooked up to cable. After a second, the tron went black...
~Begin Feed~
The video that popped up on the tron, was Jack Arson..somewhere in a dark alleyway, a hooded sweatshirt pulled up over his head. The O.M.W.C. would come out of the shadows, his hands tucked in his pockets as he made eye contact with the camera and smirked, the arrogance oozing from Arson was not undeserved however, as this man is only a few weeks removed from some major rib bruising, and was now the number one contender for BBWs Crimson City Championship.
Jack would pause under a street light, reaching up and lowering his hood before leaning up against the light post and averting his eyes back to the camera, speaking out to the masses of BBW.
"You know, I hear all the time from people, 'Man I'd sure hate to run into you in a dark alley...I might get hurt.' This is probably due to people's stereotyping nature, like just because I have been blessed with a physique that may as well be considered God like, I MUST take steroids. It's human nature to demean those who achieve more then you, and believe you me if I was Cyrus, I'd be making excuses too. Being an underdog In a title defense can do terrible things for your psyche.
Arson would then begin to walk toward the dumpster, and reaching behind it he would pull his sledgehammer into view, a smile crossing his face as he stared at his custom made over sized hammer with a look that is best described as the way a parent would look at a child..Arson was truly a sick man, and turning his attention back to the camera once again Arson would speak.
"You know it's a fact of life that a blunt object striking a man in the face one time will 9 times out of 10 render him unconscious. So what is gonna happen to Cyrus Leone when I take this hammer and try and use it to rearrange that train wreck of a face? The entire locker room needs to pay close attention to this little video, because anyone I step into the ring with in BBW is going to be subject to whatever sort of violence I want to unleash that particular night. Thumb tacks, gasoline, hell maybe even a cat 'o 9 tails across someone's weak back. It starts tonight, when I defeat Cyrus Leone and become the next Crimson City Chamouon, and from there...BBW becomes my playground. You have been warned."
~End Feed~
The tron would then flicker back to normal and the roulette for the stipulation of the Crimson City Championship match was the next scheduled event for the evening. Jack Arson had made it painfully clear that he was dead set on walking out tonight with the Crimson City title on his shoulder, but Arson had made these claims before and failed to deliver...perhaps it was time for Arson to show the world that his words are backed by a breed of violence that only he is capable of unleashing. The crowd knew this, whatever happened between Cyrus Leone and Jack Arson this evening was not going to be a pretty sight, the bad blood between these two men has been boiling over throughout their run ins over the last year, and what better place to lay it all out them right here, on Bad Blood Wrestlings Monday Night Massacre.
~Begin Feed~
The video that popped up on the tron, was Jack Arson..somewhere in a dark alleyway, a hooded sweatshirt pulled up over his head. The O.M.W.C. would come out of the shadows, his hands tucked in his pockets as he made eye contact with the camera and smirked, the arrogance oozing from Arson was not undeserved however, as this man is only a few weeks removed from some major rib bruising, and was now the number one contender for BBWs Crimson City Championship.
Jack would pause under a street light, reaching up and lowering his hood before leaning up against the light post and averting his eyes back to the camera, speaking out to the masses of BBW.
"You know, I hear all the time from people, 'Man I'd sure hate to run into you in a dark alley...I might get hurt.' This is probably due to people's stereotyping nature, like just because I have been blessed with a physique that may as well be considered God like, I MUST take steroids. It's human nature to demean those who achieve more then you, and believe you me if I was Cyrus, I'd be making excuses too. Being an underdog In a title defense can do terrible things for your psyche.
Arson would then begin to walk toward the dumpster, and reaching behind it he would pull his sledgehammer into view, a smile crossing his face as he stared at his custom made over sized hammer with a look that is best described as the way a parent would look at a child..Arson was truly a sick man, and turning his attention back to the camera once again Arson would speak.
"You know it's a fact of life that a blunt object striking a man in the face one time will 9 times out of 10 render him unconscious. So what is gonna happen to Cyrus Leone when I take this hammer and try and use it to rearrange that train wreck of a face? The entire locker room needs to pay close attention to this little video, because anyone I step into the ring with in BBW is going to be subject to whatever sort of violence I want to unleash that particular night. Thumb tacks, gasoline, hell maybe even a cat 'o 9 tails across someone's weak back. It starts tonight, when I defeat Cyrus Leone and become the next Crimson City Chamouon, and from there...BBW becomes my playground. You have been warned."
~End Feed~
The tron would then flicker back to normal and the roulette for the stipulation of the Crimson City Championship match was the next scheduled event for the evening. Jack Arson had made it painfully clear that he was dead set on walking out tonight with the Crimson City title on his shoulder, but Arson had made these claims before and failed to deliver...perhaps it was time for Arson to show the world that his words are backed by a breed of violence that only he is capable of unleashing. The crowd knew this, whatever happened between Cyrus Leone and Jack Arson this evening was not going to be a pretty sight, the bad blood between these two men has been boiling over throughout their run ins over the last year, and what better place to lay it all out them right here, on Bad Blood Wrestlings Monday Night Massacre.
