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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 3, 2024 21:03:22 GMT
Match 3
Coulter Monsoon vs Hellbreaker
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Post by Solom Noctourne on Jun 4, 2024 21:59:38 GMT
How much pain....can make the answer worse than the question?
IIW.com Exclusive video...
Begin scene.
Coulter Monsoon sits on the edge of a roof. As the camera shifts and changes angle we see that this is the roof of a three story suburban house over looking a backyard in which sits a very cheap make-shift wrestling ring, the kind common to zero-budget backyard wrestling. In the view over Monsoon's shoulder we can see an arena, likely the site of the next Monday Night Mayhem. Monsoon lets his feet sway back and forth as he stares down at the cheap ring.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: Drake, you want to know the source of my pain? You want to know what was so horrifying that it made a man come to love and embrace the pain he knew he could never escape? Hahahahahahaha, you should be more careful about which rabbit holes you try to dive into. You see, sometimes the answer to a question can be so horrifying, it can be downright dangerous. You should realize that the very question you ask infers that it leads to a truth so horrifying that few could possibly withstand its very thought. So then, Drake, I'm not so sure, even given all the pain that you yourself have felt, are ready to face the answer you are seeking. That answer is sure as hell not fit to be shared on IIW TV, not even on PPV or on IIW.com. This should serve as a warning to all of IIW: If you try to go searching for my skeletons, THEY JUST MIGHT DRAG YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!
Monsoon pulls his legs back to the roof and stands up, then turns towards the camera.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: Well, Drake, you and I both have our debut matches scheduled for the next Mayhem. I get this Hellbreaker guy, while you find yourself in a triple threat match. We both get to see what the other is made of, although you did see me rain down hell upon one unlucky bastard on Mayhem this past week. I saw what you did to Gemini, but I'm still waiting to see what you actually do in the ring. Drake, after Mayhem, after we've both seen what the other does in that ring, we can have that in person meeting you desire. Behind closed doors, if you really think you can handle the answer to your question; if you really think you're ready for that level of horror, then you will get your answers.
Monsoon chuckles...
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: So now let's talk about my first opponent here in IIW: Hellbreaker. "John", I'm not sure what your deal is. You talk like a knight from the middle ages while calling yourself "undead." Between you and the guy that's always talking about eating people, I'm starting to wonder what kind of fucked up place IIW really is? And people call me a freak?! Well, "John", if you really have tasted death, then maybe I should show you a fate worse than death! Ask yourself, John, how the hell are you going to beat an opponent that embraces every ounce of pain you can throw at him?! If you're going to step into the ring with me, you better cast all that chivalry, honour, and knighthood aside or you won't even stand a chance!
Monsoon looks down at the cheap backyard ring that is barely holding together, then looks back towards the camera.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: As I prepare for my first IIW match, I've come here to show you all something. John, I hope you're paying attention, because you should know damn well what kind of HELL ON EARTH YOU'RE WALKING INTO! Many, many years ago, one of the innovators of hardcore wrestling, a man known for taking more pain than anyone in the history of this sport, stood on the roof of a house to make a statement that would kickstart his legendary career. He stood on a roof while someone filmed him on a cheap, crappy camera in a backyard like this. He stood on that roof, and then made a statement loud and clear by jumping off that roof onto a MATRESS! That video, that statement was the birth of a wrestling LEGEND! No one else ever had the BALLS to try and match his level of pain, much less try to actually top him! No one, until COULTER FUCKING MONSOON! So just like he did all those years ago, I am here to follow his example. Just one thing: This roof is a hell of a lot higher than the one Mick Foley jumped off, and that ain't no FUCKING MATRESS DOWN THERE!! WATCH AND LEARN JOHNNY HELLBREAKER! THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE UP AGAINST, BITCH!!!
Monsoon raises his arms like Jimmy Snukka, lets out a raging yell, and then leaps off the top of the roof with a front flip splash! Monsoon crashes back first into the centre of the cheap ring below, which immediately caves in and triggers several explosive charges within the ring.
The body of Coulter Monsoon disappears below the plumes of smoke for a minute or two. As the scene quiets following the explosions, the dust settles, and the smoke finally starts to clear, we see Monsoon laying in the centre of the debris that was one a ring. What is left of the ring floor is spattered with blood. As the camera zooms in, Monsoon starts to laugh, and then the laughter gets louder. Finally he sits up and looks into the camera as the blood drips down the inside of his mask.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! John, I don't think you have the guts to as far as that! If it had been you on top of that roof, would you have the balls to make that jump if that's what it took to win?! I DAMN NEAR ENDED ANOTHER MAN'S CAREER IN A FUCKING UNTELIVISED EXHIBITION MATCH!! What do you think I'll do to you when there are cameras rolling?!
We hear footsteps, and then Monsoon's advocate, Victor Kalos, walks into frame.
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: Mr. Hellbreaker, take my advise, son: get your affairs in order, take out a life insurance policy, whatever you need to do--do it. A match against my client, "Scorned" Coulter Monsoon, is the greatest risk in professional wrestling. This could very well be your last match, so I strongly advise you plan accordingly. I am also obliged to remind you that when you sign that match contract, you accept the risks of a match against my client and neither IIW, nor I, nor my client can be held liable for what he is about to do to you!
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: Prepare yourself John! You and the rest of IIW are about to
FEEL... ...MY... ...PAIN!!!
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: We're done here, turn that damn camera off!
Cut to black.
End scene.
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Post by Solom Noctourne on Jun 16, 2024 22:07:09 GMT
How much pain....can free a man from his own vanity?
IIW.com exclusive video.
Begin scene.
The basement of the IIW arena, site of the next Mayhem show. Loud, boisterous laughing echoes through the dark industrialesque hallways. The IIW camera crew makes their way down the hallway towards the laughter which gets louder as they get near. As they approach the room from which the laughter is coming, we hear another voice laughing not quite as loud along with a soundtrack of clangs and bangs. Finally the camera reaches the doorway and inside Coulter Monsoon and his advocate Victor Kalos are watching on a crappy old monitor the video of Ryan McCann getting his new mask and licking his wounds.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: Did you enjoy my gift of pain, Ryan? You didn't get enough, so now you want me to GIVE YOU MORE?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: You really are a piece of work, Mr. McCann. You bitch and moan about a few cuts on your precious face, and then you ask us for MORE?! Be careful what you wish for; your dumb ass just might get it!
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: A few cuts on your FUCKING face?! That's all it takes to turn you into a little BITCH?! DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW MANY SCARS COVER MY FACE UNDERNEATH THIS MASK?! MY ENTIRE FUCKING BODY IS COVERED IN THE MARKS OF PAIN!! THE BURNS, THE SCRATCHES, THE CUTS, THE BROKEN BONES THAT NEVER HAD THE TIME TO HEAL PROPERLY!! But you only have to worry about your stupid face.
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: So now you have a death wish, Mr. McCann? You want a match against my client that badly? Well don't worry, Mr. McCann, he'll be in the ring waiting for you! All you have to do is go down to Osh Vaughn's office and sign on the dotted line. Go ahead and do your worst, Mr McCann! Coulter Monsoon is looking forward to it. But after you see what he does to Hellbreaker on Monday night, you might start having second thoughts! Hell, we have yet to even hear a peep from Mr. Hellbreaker. Maybe he's gone in to hiding. He's a hell of a lot smarter than you if he did, Mr. McCann!
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: McCann, if you step into the ring with me, I promise you there will be a hell of a lot more to worry about than your face! You and your stupid partner make me sick! When the hell was the last time that worthless bag of flesh Chris Norton actually set foot in a ring for a match?! Maybe the only thing he's capable of doing is stroking your damn ego! After I'm done with you, maybe I'll give HIM a heavy dose of PAIN! HE PROBABLY NEEDS IT!! RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!
Monsoon grabs the monitor, causing the cables to be ripped from the wall, and smashes it screen first over his own head. He slams it against a nearby wall snapping the already mangled monitor in two. He throws what's left in his hands onto the floor. He grabs hold of the stand that the monitor was sitting on and charges into the corner destroying the stand and colliding head down into the resulting debris. His rage grows as Kalos starts rushing out of the room.
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: Everyone out now!
Kalos follows them out of the room and slams the door shut behind him. We continue to hear the yelling and smashing going on in the room behind the door as Kalos looks into the camera again...
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: Do you hear that, McCann?! That's what you're asking to step into the ring with! The Scorned Beast! The Pain Bringer! The monster of a man that's going to SLAUGHTER Johnny Hellbreaker on Mayhem! You take this match you want, you AND your partner will be NEXT! If that's really what you want...well, it's your funeral pal!
The door crashes open as Monsoon seems to cannonball through it. He then gets himself back up to his knees.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: WHY WAIT FOR MAYHEM?! WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?! HELLBREAKER! MCCANN! NORTON!! COME ON YOU BASTARDS!!
Monsoon looks around and sees a cart. A worker goes to sit in the driver's seat but Monsoon grabs him from behind and throws him into a bunch of nearby crates! Other workers rush to the guy's aid as Monsoon climbs into the driver's seat and drives the cart off haphazardly towards another part of the arena. We then cut to IIW backstage interviewer Larry Fishburg in the main locker room area of the arena...
-Cowardly Interviewer- Larry Fishburg: Folks, we are still trying to figure out where Coulter Monsoon has gone...OH SHIT!!
Fishburg jumps out of the way as Monsoon in the cart barrels past him and crashes into a stack of crates. Monsoon gets up and looks around.
-Scorned- Coulter Monsoon: WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!
IIW security starts swarming Monsoon and knock him back into the pile of crates. Somewhere amongst all the crates and debris Monsoon gets his hands on a lightbulb tube and smashes it over the head of one of the security guys. He falls away on his back with his face now covered in blood. Crew members rush to his aide while the other security guys back up as Monsoon is waiving around a jagged broken lightbulb tube end. They all brandish nightsticks and start beating away on him down to the ground. Monsoon ends up face down, continuing to be beaten with nightsticks by the crowd of security guys. Suddenly the lights go out...
-Cowardly Interviewer- Larry Fishburg:WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! SOMEBODY HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!! SOMEBODY GET THESE LIGHTS BACK ON!!!
We hear a lot of crashing, banging, and screams. The lights finally come back on, and now several security guys are down unconsious sprawled all throughout the hallway. Monsoon is now standing with a bloodied security guy in a choke hold on top of a small stack of crates next to a section of wall that has somehow been torn open. From the exposed opening in the wall are dangling sparking frayed live wires. On the floor a couple crates are busted open leaving a mess of lightbulb tubes right at the base of the broken open section of wall. There are a few security guys still standing, yelling and pleading with Monsoon. Victor Kalos walks into frame with IIW heads of security Harper and Jacobs yelling at him.
-Pissed off security head- Harper: Kalos, you better get your FREAK under control dammit!
-Hell's Agent- Victor Kalos: This is why IIW signed a monster like Coulter Monsoon! This is the chaos your bosses asked for!
-Other pissed off security head- Jacobs: THAT'S BULLSH---NOOO!!
Moonsoon leaps off the stack of crates with his arms around the security guy's head and they both crash down into the lightbulb tubes and live wires! Glass shatters and sparks fly, then an electrical fire bursts to life. The scene becomes chaotic as several other security guys blast fire extinguishers at the flames. CO2 clouds fill the air as alarms go off and Harper & Jacobs try to get control of this chaos. They call for the arena's emergency response team as security separates Monsoon from the security guy he just brutalized. They drag Monsoon out of the way over by nearby wall. Monsoon just sits there against the wall, rocking himself and chuckling while the bloodied and battered security guy is loaded onto a stretcher with a fresh neck brace around his neck. Kalos tries to check on his client, but Harper grabs him by the throat.
-Pissed off security head- Harper: You get this shit under control dammit! I don't give a damn what ownership wants, I'm not gonna have any more of my guys put in hospital beds! Now turn the damn cameras off and get the hell out of here!
Harper shoves the camera while pointing to someone else just behind it.
Cut to black.
End Scene.
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