Post by knightmask on Mar 19, 2017 2:46:48 GMT
Darkness falls...and with it, a hushed silence.
For a moment...for just a fleeting moment, one could hear a pin drop in the packed Sparta City Super Arena.
And then he appeared, illuminated at the top of the entrance ramp by a single spotlight. Whatever expression there was on his face was left to mystery behind his iconic black mask and golden framed ruby-quartz visor. But nothing could conceal the anticipation that pounded beneath his chest. Like an ancient, primal beast of the hunt he crouched, his corded muscles wound like a steel spring.
Fireworks ignited along the entrance ramp, flanking the masked man as he explodes into a headlong sprint towards the ring.
If, by some quirk, there were any present in the packed house who did not know his name, the fervent chants of "KnightMask! KnightMask!" served to inform them.
In a single somersault, he lands in the middle of the ring that was once, many years ago, his home. After kneeling in prayer, he returns to his former crouch, waiting, along with the crowd, to see just who his opponent is for his return to the ring.
He founds out seconds later, as a large, powerfully built man in wrestling trunks and boots emerges from behind the curtains, armed with a microphone.
"KnightMask...now, I've heard a lot about you...and most of it was crap. The biggest load of crap was that you supposedly don't cheat. Well I also know that you're a mute...you can't talk, probably because you don't know how to talk because you are too dumb--"
A volcanic eruption of boos shoots up from the crowd. KnightMask, sensing a near riot, signals his fans to quiet down and hear his opponent out, whether or not they like what he has to say.
"--well, the point is...you cheat the fans...you're the biggest cheater of 'em all, what with your silent act! And another thing...you wanna play by the rules, well my name's Eddie Louis and I never met a rule I liked! So how about you and me in a hardcore match KnightMask?"
KnightMask shakes his head in reply. The referee whispers in KnightMask's ear, his body language conveying exasperation and disappointment in Eddie Louis's antics.
"Well I guess you're a chump and chicken then...and maybe so are all of your fans!"
Reaching a hand into his trunks, he emerges with that hand covered in brass knuckles. Dropping down from the entrance ramp, he storms over to the guardrails and snatches up a young fan by the throat and hefts him into the air while he clenches his brass-knuckled fist menacingly.
"Accept a hardcore match...or I will turn this kid's face into a worse mess than your vocal cords! Do it! Do it!"
KnightMask nods his head and with the single ring of a bell, a hardcore match--possibly to the death--is officially on between KnightMask and his vile opponent! And yet, Eddie Louis refuses to release his stranglehold on the young fans throat.
"Howabout I start up this hardcore match by getting my brass knuckles nice and bloody on this punk's face? Only fair I give you a preview of what's in store for--"
Thinking fast, the brave young man spits in Eddie Louis's eyes, blinding him for less than an instant! But less than an instant is all the masked marvel that is KnightMask needs to fly like a guided missile from the center of the ring to a double-booted landing on Eddie Louis's chest! Stumbling backward under the powerful impact, Louis drops the fan, while KnightMask presses off into a back-flip. No sooner has he landed than he launches himself at Louis. Louis swings his brass knuckles and KnightMask, but KnightMask rolls beneath the blow and comes up behind Louis, taking him over with a wheel-barrow roll into a double ankle-lock! KnightMask's leg submissions are known as the deadliest in the business, yet surprisingly, Louis, who hardly seemed to be a man of any sort of virtue other than raw strength, refuses to give in! KnightMask, compassionate even towards scum like Louis, releases the hold, realizing that to maintain would risk crippling the criminal permanently. With grace that belies his bulk, Louis kips to his feet and comes at KnightMask, who again fells him, this time with a judo-like throw, straight into an arm-lock. And yet, snarling with defiance, Eddie fights to his feet, lifts KnightMask aloft and heaves him towards the concrete. Releasing his armbar, KnightMask flips away at the last possible instant and again finds Eddie swinging at him with his brass-knuckled fist. KnightMask slips beneath the punch and this time locks Eddie in a sleeper hold, which the masked one cinches in with all the strength he can muster. With a strength nobody could have believed such a miscreant could have, Louis refuses to tap to the hold, slamming KnightMask against the ring post, the guardrails and finally leaping into the air and dropping his weight atop KnightMask on the unforgiving concrete, all in an effort to free himself of the debilitating hold. And yet KnightMask maintains the choke, his grip vice-like and ever tightening...until finally, Eddie Louis's eyes roll back...and he goes limp.
And from his limp body, a roar of pure anger! Louis storms back to his feet with a surge of strength, hurls KnightMask off of him! This time, KnightMask shoots in with a basic single-leg take-down, hooks Louis with a half-nelson and pins his shoulders to the mat...three seconds later, a winded KnightMask is declared the victor! And yet, in spite of his earlier villainy, the crowd is equally impressed by Eddie Louis's refusal to surrender. In fact, the very boy who Louis had held hostage earlier runs forth to the ring with a program in hand for Louis to autograph! And yet, rather than accept the new-found adulation of the fans, Louis storms off to the back.
A confused KnightMask runs after Louis as the big man stalks off to the back. Something is wrong, something is rotten...how could he reconcile the valiant foe he'd just defeated with the scumbag who was willing to hold a child hostage in order to get his way?
As Louis stalks off, he is talking to nobody in particular. "I failed them...I failed them all blast it! And now...now they'll all die!"
TO BE CONTINUED....!
For a moment...for just a fleeting moment, one could hear a pin drop in the packed Sparta City Super Arena.
And then he appeared, illuminated at the top of the entrance ramp by a single spotlight. Whatever expression there was on his face was left to mystery behind his iconic black mask and golden framed ruby-quartz visor. But nothing could conceal the anticipation that pounded beneath his chest. Like an ancient, primal beast of the hunt he crouched, his corded muscles wound like a steel spring.
Fireworks ignited along the entrance ramp, flanking the masked man as he explodes into a headlong sprint towards the ring.
If, by some quirk, there were any present in the packed house who did not know his name, the fervent chants of "KnightMask! KnightMask!" served to inform them.
In a single somersault, he lands in the middle of the ring that was once, many years ago, his home. After kneeling in prayer, he returns to his former crouch, waiting, along with the crowd, to see just who his opponent is for his return to the ring.
He founds out seconds later, as a large, powerfully built man in wrestling trunks and boots emerges from behind the curtains, armed with a microphone.
"KnightMask...now, I've heard a lot about you...and most of it was crap. The biggest load of crap was that you supposedly don't cheat. Well I also know that you're a mute...you can't talk, probably because you don't know how to talk because you are too dumb--"
A volcanic eruption of boos shoots up from the crowd. KnightMask, sensing a near riot, signals his fans to quiet down and hear his opponent out, whether or not they like what he has to say.
"--well, the point is...you cheat the fans...you're the biggest cheater of 'em all, what with your silent act! And another thing...you wanna play by the rules, well my name's Eddie Louis and I never met a rule I liked! So how about you and me in a hardcore match KnightMask?"
KnightMask shakes his head in reply. The referee whispers in KnightMask's ear, his body language conveying exasperation and disappointment in Eddie Louis's antics.
"Well I guess you're a chump and chicken then...and maybe so are all of your fans!"
Reaching a hand into his trunks, he emerges with that hand covered in brass knuckles. Dropping down from the entrance ramp, he storms over to the guardrails and snatches up a young fan by the throat and hefts him into the air while he clenches his brass-knuckled fist menacingly.
"Accept a hardcore match...or I will turn this kid's face into a worse mess than your vocal cords! Do it! Do it!"
KnightMask nods his head and with the single ring of a bell, a hardcore match--possibly to the death--is officially on between KnightMask and his vile opponent! And yet, Eddie Louis refuses to release his stranglehold on the young fans throat.
"Howabout I start up this hardcore match by getting my brass knuckles nice and bloody on this punk's face? Only fair I give you a preview of what's in store for--"
Thinking fast, the brave young man spits in Eddie Louis's eyes, blinding him for less than an instant! But less than an instant is all the masked marvel that is KnightMask needs to fly like a guided missile from the center of the ring to a double-booted landing on Eddie Louis's chest! Stumbling backward under the powerful impact, Louis drops the fan, while KnightMask presses off into a back-flip. No sooner has he landed than he launches himself at Louis. Louis swings his brass knuckles and KnightMask, but KnightMask rolls beneath the blow and comes up behind Louis, taking him over with a wheel-barrow roll into a double ankle-lock! KnightMask's leg submissions are known as the deadliest in the business, yet surprisingly, Louis, who hardly seemed to be a man of any sort of virtue other than raw strength, refuses to give in! KnightMask, compassionate even towards scum like Louis, releases the hold, realizing that to maintain would risk crippling the criminal permanently. With grace that belies his bulk, Louis kips to his feet and comes at KnightMask, who again fells him, this time with a judo-like throw, straight into an arm-lock. And yet, snarling with defiance, Eddie fights to his feet, lifts KnightMask aloft and heaves him towards the concrete. Releasing his armbar, KnightMask flips away at the last possible instant and again finds Eddie swinging at him with his brass-knuckled fist. KnightMask slips beneath the punch and this time locks Eddie in a sleeper hold, which the masked one cinches in with all the strength he can muster. With a strength nobody could have believed such a miscreant could have, Louis refuses to tap to the hold, slamming KnightMask against the ring post, the guardrails and finally leaping into the air and dropping his weight atop KnightMask on the unforgiving concrete, all in an effort to free himself of the debilitating hold. And yet KnightMask maintains the choke, his grip vice-like and ever tightening...until finally, Eddie Louis's eyes roll back...and he goes limp.
And from his limp body, a roar of pure anger! Louis storms back to his feet with a surge of strength, hurls KnightMask off of him! This time, KnightMask shoots in with a basic single-leg take-down, hooks Louis with a half-nelson and pins his shoulders to the mat...three seconds later, a winded KnightMask is declared the victor! And yet, in spite of his earlier villainy, the crowd is equally impressed by Eddie Louis's refusal to surrender. In fact, the very boy who Louis had held hostage earlier runs forth to the ring with a program in hand for Louis to autograph! And yet, rather than accept the new-found adulation of the fans, Louis storms off to the back.
A confused KnightMask runs after Louis as the big man stalks off to the back. Something is wrong, something is rotten...how could he reconcile the valiant foe he'd just defeated with the scumbag who was willing to hold a child hostage in order to get his way?
As Louis stalks off, he is talking to nobody in particular. "I failed them...I failed them all blast it! And now...now they'll all die!"
TO BE CONTINUED....!