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Post by PANGAEA on May 1, 2015 16:09:57 GMT
 -v-  -v-  [Triple Threat Match]
Jake Mandell vs Olethros vs Stratosphere |
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Post by Jake Mandell on May 1, 2015 17:16:42 GMT
It's been a long time coming but I've finally made it to the "big" leagues. I guess big is a relative term but for me, this is the biggest opportunity I have. I mean, I can't tell the difference between a chin lock and a sleeper hold but I'll kick your brains out of your skull with the sole of my shoe because I'm a sick fuck. This is my first and perhaps only chance to show people that trailer trash like me can accomplish something.
And then I'm told I'm gonna be stuck in the fuckin' ring with men called Olethros and Stratosphere?
What the fuck?
I haven't heard much about these two. I guess the first step to becoming popular is having a name that people can pronounce, ya jackasses.
But I presume you don't know anything about me either so let me fill you in.
I am Jake "The Great" Mandell and they don't call me that for nothin'. I've been around the world for 10 years being dropped on my head and I've done the same thing to others too. I've hit every hurdle a man can hit but I've kept on running. You two fucks wanna take that away from me? This is my big chance to finally get the spotlight that I deserve. The boss may not want me here but I'm gonna show up anyways because I don't give a shit what he says.
You might think that you can knock my teeth out and I'll stay down but truth be told I have no teeth left to knock out. I've got nothing left to loose which is why I've came to PANGA... PANGE... PANGAEA. However the fuck you say it.
I got some notes about you two and I giggled while reading them. A stuntman and a "murder machine"? Are you fucking kidding me? A murder machine?
Look kiddo, if you were murdering people you wouldn't be here. You would be in jail so don't go off and spout nonsense, alright?
Stratosphere, I don't even know what to say to you dude, a fucking extreme sports guy gone pro wrestler? You do realise what you are signing up for, right? You are signing up to get dropped on your fucking head. This isn't like riding a bike anymore. This is like crashing your bike head first into a wall, over and over and over and over again.
You guys may think your fuckin' big and tuff because you like to jump off bikes or because you get to choose your own nickname but everything I do is no joke. I've been through glass, I've been thrown off cages and I've been in the most hostile of situations. I have spent 10 years going over the world to finally land here.
I think whoever owns this place knows that I'm no joke and that's why they've placed me against two people and not one. It should be interesting to see if this triple threat will have the usual triple threat rules in place. If the no disqualification rules are intact, then I guess we WILL have lots of fun, won't we?
I especially hope that I get to meet you eye to eye Olethros. I can't wait to look the "murder machine" in the eyes and see the little wimpy kid cowering behind the mask. Like a shittier version of Batman. Your gonna throw me around the ring and I'm gonna fuckin' laugh at you because I've been thrown around the ring by bigger, meaner and stronger men. Men who earned the name "murder machine" and didn't fuckin' pick it because it sounded badass.
It doesn't sound badass by the way, you sound like a wrestler I made on my Nintendo when I was 10.
You guys want to dance? Let's dance. I'm the best fuckin' dancer around this town. Only my dances include thumb tacks, barbed wire and glass. None of that tap dancing bullshit.
But if you don't wanna dance? I won't be surprised. Because I wouldn't wanna dance with a guy like me either. I scare myself sometimes.
Stratosphere and Olethros.
The two biggest fuckin' jokes I've ever heard of. I can't wait to see what happens when I throw you two around the ring for 20 minutes and break your fuckin' necks for even trying to step into the ring with me. I'm not a guy to be messed with and you can say otherwise but come May 10th, you're gonna learn what losing feels like. You are gonna lose the match and your livelihood.
This is my moment. My big chance to finally get my name out to the world. Millions of people are finally gonna learn my name and it's all gonna be because I earned it. It's gonna be because I suffered to get here and I will gladly suffer more to get further.
Stratosphere and Olethros better watch out because they are the ones who are standing in the way of my goal. People who stand in the way of me have a very short life expectancy. Whatever happens on May 10th, I want to let you guys know that it isn't just business.
It is indeed very personal.
PANGA... PANGE... PANGAEA better watch out because I am here to stay.
Fuck you if you say otherwise.
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Post by Olethros on May 2, 2015 5:07:50 GMT
//[CONVERGENCE.01]\\ //[STRATOSPHERE; MANDELL, JAKE]\\
BEGIN TRANSMISSION_\\ [Feed clears. Figure resolves. Dark mask, paramilitary gear. Distorted speech.] Who I am is not important. I am not the one who will be in action when the Convergence occurs in Rome.
All I am the intermediary between those who will be destroyed and the One who will destroy them.
Ready yourselves for what is to come, because I must advise you of the error of crossing His path.
Now is His time. A time for annihilation. A time for devastation. A time for destruction.
I fear not the end that may come for me, for I walk at His side as his Herald.
Nothing will obstruct Him from his purpose. Pain. Blood. Injury. He knows them. He cultivates them.
Go forth and shield yourself, but it will accomplish nothing. He will find you. [Head shakes. Pitiless gaze. Grim expression beneath mask.] Stratosphere. The first of His targets. Take heed.
Everything you have done pales in comparison to the danger you face now.
Extreme sports have not prepared you for what He will do to you.
Know that He may spare you extensive pain, for you are of little interest to Him.
So enjoy the last of your days that are to come.
Harken to the biblical axioms of the Ecclesiastes and Isiah:
Eat. Drink. Be Merry. For soon you will meet your end.
Let your demise be meaningful, Stratosphere.
The first of many that will fall at His hands.
Everyone will soon see what awaits you.
Right-thinking people will soon follow Him after witnessing it. [Feed flickers. Another figure with the first. Looming behind. Teeth bared. Herald speaks.] Then there is the other target for Him.
He calls himself "The Great." He thinks himself superior to the Destroyer.
Egotism will not protect you, Jake Mandell.
Even though you have faced larger men, you have not faced anything like Him.
Never in your life have you been in the ring with something like the Destroyer.
Do not mistake me, He will feed upon your wrath and your hate and pay it back tenfold.
I speak for Him when I say that He is not a joke. He may once have been human. But he is something else.
Something transcendant. Something elemental.
No one will fault you for your efforts to come against the Destroyer.
Indeed, they will applaud you and parade your remains as befits a martyr.
Genuflection is not in your bailiwick, so I do not expect you to take my words to heart.
He will destroy you. Not just because it is what He does. But because you called Him a joke. [Feed flickers. Herald gestures to the presence behind.] Created for one purpose, He does not make or build, He destroys.
Rendered out of malice and hate, He cares not for your adoration.
Unleashed upon an unprepared society, He is unlike anything that's come before.
Soon the world will know His name, He will make it tremble.
Heed my words: Olethros is here.
Know that He lets me speak for Him because He has little patience for speech.
It is not that He is mute or incapable. He simply chooses not to speak.
Let it not be said that He refuses to voice His desires.
Little matters to Him but His purpose, His immutable drive.
Do not fear what is to come. It is part of the natural process of the world.
Everything has an end. Everything meets its destruction.
Soon enough your time will come, as it comes for us all.
There is nothing you can do to prevent it happening.
Running will merely attract His attention.
Olethros is the Destroyer.
You are His targets. [Feed flickers. The Destroyer stares into the camera. Voice rasps forth.] CRUSH. KILL. DESTROY. END TRANSMISSION_\\ |
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