The Damage Done - Alter Bridge
LWL returned from a commercial break to a packed-out and electric crowd, waiting for the next part of the action. Already the night was really getting good, and as it went on, they were realising that it was just going to get better.
A heavy bass-line played over the PA, the crowd not settling down as their attention was dragged towards the stage. They recognised the face and the attire from earlier in the evening, being none other than former LWL World Champion, Nuke Fusion.
I won’t waste away
I won’t let this take me down
I can’t survive
As long as I keep it around
I wish it would fade
But it will just sell me out
Over and over and over
I cried out loud
With his signature microphone in one hand and an odd-looking briefcase in the other, The Magnum Opus started a walk down the ramp towards the ring. Fans on either side reached out to try and touch him, but ignoring them he kept to the true center of the ramp, ignoring both adult and child who just wanted him to slap their hand.
As he reached the ring, he slid the briefcase in to the ring before slowly and methodically rolling under the bottom rope, over on to his knees near the ropes.
Somebody save me!
Somebody save me!
The race I run
It keeps me further from
The man I could become
The damage done
I want to wash the filth away
Til there is none
Looking at his surroundings, Nuke knew exactly why he was out here tonight, and perhaps the crowd were going to get a reasoning for his silent appearance earlier in the night which ended with The Dragon, Jarel Damone, sending Mikey McKay down to the mat with a hard chokeslam.
Moving to his feet and kicking the briefcase towards a turnbuckle, Nuke nodded around at the crowd; there was a pure emanating hatred towards Fusion, a man who is a two-time Hall of Famer in the pro-wrestling industry, and yet their undying detestation of this man would never relent.
That microphone in his hand was the speakerphone that allowed the pure venom to flow from The Prodigy's tongue in to the ears of anyone listening. Lifting his arm slowly, it seemed that Fusion was going to wait for the crowd to quieten down to a decent level, but there were even individuals attempting to personally insult the man in the ring, while the rest were happy to either chant 'You suck' or just jeer towards the ring.
"You people disgust me."
Okay, now that really didn't settle the crowd. It was now clear that the entirety of the arena were now standing and most of them were attempting to chant inbred slurs at the man who practically invented them.
"Sure, go ahead and try to get under my skin, it just won't work. I said that you people disgust me, and I meant exactly what I said. Whether it's here in the Lethal Zone with all of you unworthy peasants, or out there in the place now known as 'Lethal Zone USA' .. Boston, Massachusetts.
You know what? Those people disgust me. Not the guys dropping the bomb. The ones who expect sympathy just because they've lost a daughter or a wife in the blast."
The crowd didn't know how to respond at first, but then some fans even tried jumping the barricae, as security swarmed at ringside to stop it. This wasn't going to be pretty, and from some of his past promos, everyone knew Nuke wasn't just going to stop ******** you guys. Those men are heroes. To all of you ******** Americans they look like terrorists.
To the rest of the world they open up eyes to the plight of civilians who have lost their lives in countries such as Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq .. and soon to be North Korea.
To the rest of the world, America, you truly are the problem. Wherever there happens to be conflict, you can bet your a** that Uncle Sam has something to do with it, whether militarily or politically.
If it takes a 'tragedy' such as the Boston bombings to make America look as weak as they really are, then so be it. The people who lost their lives aren't innocent, and neither are you disgusting inbred ******** out here today."
Many fans were right now being restrained by security, a lot of mothers with children looking on shocked at what was going on and what was being said.
"Now you guys expect the General Manager to come out here and tell me to go to the back, or for the tech guys to cut my microphone. Nope, that's not going to happen. This mic in my hand is the instrument of truth, for whenever I speak in to it, all that you will hear is exactly that.
I'd love to change the subject and talk through my a** to make you people happy, saying how I plan to win the LWL World Championship for a second time on my return here. But that's not in my plans. What I plan to do is speak the truth, for I am the truth and I spew nothing but verisimilitude for you unworthy cretins. But all that you do is jeer me, and for that I have come to respect myself. If I can make the ignorant masses of the American populace hate me for talking the truth, it will show globally just what is wrong with the world. You."
Cracking his neck from side to side and pacing the ring now, Nuke was getting worked up with this.
"That bomb was meant to happen. Those people who died were unlucky, but at the same time you could argue that they were chosen by fate to fall to their demise at the hands of those men. What some of you may not know is that currently Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, a suspect of the bombings, is on the run from American propaganda, which states that he is a terrorist. The same way that Adolf Hitler or Joseph Stalin were represented as evil and dictatorial, history is always written by the victors, and unfortunately America will be seen as the 'victors' here - even if they have the biggest casualty rate of this 'war'.
When you people decide to point the finger of blame, you never look at yourselves. You always look at what's around you, and pass blame. The man who planted the bomb was doing what was right in his own mind, and the man who detonated said bomb also thought that he was doing the right thing.
But when America invaded Afghanistan on the basis of weapons of mass destruction and then found none, did any of your 'leaders' really stnad up and take the blame? No. You complain that gas for your cars costs so much these days, and yet you have no clue that in order to get to that oil you killed thousands upon thousands of innocent civilians in the Middle East.
Did you know that between 2001 and 2005 it is reported that around 22,000 Afghan civilians were killed. Now, can you guess how many of these were killed by insurgents? None. None at all. So whe-"
Nuke's microphone started to cut out, as he threw it down and demanded another. A stage hand gingerly passed him one, although you could tell that he really didn't want to.
So when a dozen Americans die in a silly little bombing in Boston, who really gives a s**t? Get over yourself America, and go ******** yourself. Nuke out."
An abrupt end to a heated one-sided discussion, Nuke continued to pace the ring as security still held back the crowd. Calling out a couple of the fans, The Prodigy was really starting to get this crowd in to a frenzy.
The LWL logo flashed up on screen, and an impromptu commercial break took over viewer's screens.
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I would like to state that the Boston bombings were a tragedy, and that this is all in the nature of decent roleplaying. These are not my actual personal views, and I mean no real offence by what I have posted.
LWL returned from a commercial break to a packed-out and electric crowd, waiting for the next part of the action. Already the night was really getting good, and as it went on, they were realising that it was just going to get better.
A heavy bass-line played over the PA, the crowd not settling down as their attention was dragged towards the stage. They recognised the face and the attire from earlier in the evening, being none other than former LWL World Champion, Nuke Fusion.
I won’t waste away
I won’t let this take me down
I can’t survive
As long as I keep it around
I wish it would fade
But it will just sell me out
Over and over and over
I cried out loud
With his signature microphone in one hand and an odd-looking briefcase in the other, The Magnum Opus started a walk down the ramp towards the ring. Fans on either side reached out to try and touch him, but ignoring them he kept to the true center of the ramp, ignoring both adult and child who just wanted him to slap their hand.
As he reached the ring, he slid the briefcase in to the ring before slowly and methodically rolling under the bottom rope, over on to his knees near the ropes.
Somebody save me!
Somebody save me!
The race I run
It keeps me further from
The man I could become
The damage done
I want to wash the filth away
Til there is none
Looking at his surroundings, Nuke knew exactly why he was out here tonight, and perhaps the crowd were going to get a reasoning for his silent appearance earlier in the night which ended with The Dragon, Jarel Damone, sending Mikey McKay down to the mat with a hard chokeslam.
Moving to his feet and kicking the briefcase towards a turnbuckle, Nuke nodded around at the crowd; there was a pure emanating hatred towards Fusion, a man who is a two-time Hall of Famer in the pro-wrestling industry, and yet their undying detestation of this man would never relent.
That microphone in his hand was the speakerphone that allowed the pure venom to flow from The Prodigy's tongue in to the ears of anyone listening. Lifting his arm slowly, it seemed that Fusion was going to wait for the crowd to quieten down to a decent level, but there were even individuals attempting to personally insult the man in the ring, while the rest were happy to either chant 'You suck' or just jeer towards the ring.
"You people disgust me."
Okay, now that really didn't settle the crowd. It was now clear that the entirety of the arena were now standing and most of them were attempting to chant inbred slurs at the man who practically invented them.
"Sure, go ahead and try to get under my skin, it just won't work. I said that you people disgust me, and I meant exactly what I said. Whether it's here in the Lethal Zone with all of you unworthy peasants, or out there in the place now known as 'Lethal Zone USA' .. Boston, Massachusetts.
You know what? Those people disgust me. Not the guys dropping the bomb. The ones who expect sympathy just because they've lost a daughter or a wife in the blast."
The crowd didn't know how to respond at first, but then some fans even tried jumping the barricae, as security swarmed at ringside to stop it. This wasn't going to be pretty, and from some of his past promos, everyone knew Nuke wasn't just going to stop ******** you guys. Those men are heroes. To all of you ******** Americans they look like terrorists.
To the rest of the world they open up eyes to the plight of civilians who have lost their lives in countries such as Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq .. and soon to be North Korea.
To the rest of the world, America, you truly are the problem. Wherever there happens to be conflict, you can bet your a** that Uncle Sam has something to do with it, whether militarily or politically.
If it takes a 'tragedy' such as the Boston bombings to make America look as weak as they really are, then so be it. The people who lost their lives aren't innocent, and neither are you disgusting inbred ******** out here today."
Many fans were right now being restrained by security, a lot of mothers with children looking on shocked at what was going on and what was being said.
"Now you guys expect the General Manager to come out here and tell me to go to the back, or for the tech guys to cut my microphone. Nope, that's not going to happen. This mic in my hand is the instrument of truth, for whenever I speak in to it, all that you will hear is exactly that.
I'd love to change the subject and talk through my a** to make you people happy, saying how I plan to win the LWL World Championship for a second time on my return here. But that's not in my plans. What I plan to do is speak the truth, for I am the truth and I spew nothing but verisimilitude for you unworthy cretins. But all that you do is jeer me, and for that I have come to respect myself. If I can make the ignorant masses of the American populace hate me for talking the truth, it will show globally just what is wrong with the world. You."
Cracking his neck from side to side and pacing the ring now, Nuke was getting worked up with this.
"That bomb was meant to happen. Those people who died were unlucky, but at the same time you could argue that they were chosen by fate to fall to their demise at the hands of those men. What some of you may not know is that currently Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, a suspect of the bombings, is on the run from American propaganda, which states that he is a terrorist. The same way that Adolf Hitler or Joseph Stalin were represented as evil and dictatorial, history is always written by the victors, and unfortunately America will be seen as the 'victors' here - even if they have the biggest casualty rate of this 'war'.
When you people decide to point the finger of blame, you never look at yourselves. You always look at what's around you, and pass blame. The man who planted the bomb was doing what was right in his own mind, and the man who detonated said bomb also thought that he was doing the right thing.
But when America invaded Afghanistan on the basis of weapons of mass destruction and then found none, did any of your 'leaders' really stnad up and take the blame? No. You complain that gas for your cars costs so much these days, and yet you have no clue that in order to get to that oil you killed thousands upon thousands of innocent civilians in the Middle East.
Did you know that between 2001 and 2005 it is reported that around 22,000 Afghan civilians were killed. Now, can you guess how many of these were killed by insurgents? None. None at all. So whe-"
Nuke's microphone started to cut out, as he threw it down and demanded another. A stage hand gingerly passed him one, although you could tell that he really didn't want to.
So when a dozen Americans die in a silly little bombing in Boston, who really gives a s**t? Get over yourself America, and go ******** yourself. Nuke out."
An abrupt end to a heated one-sided discussion, Nuke continued to pace the ring as security still held back the crowd. Calling out a couple of the fans, The Prodigy was really starting to get this crowd in to a frenzy.
The LWL logo flashed up on screen, and an impromptu commercial break took over viewer's screens.
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I would like to state that the Boston bombings were a tragedy, and that this is all in the nature of decent roleplaying. These are not my actual personal views, and I mean no real offence by what I have posted.
