Dace59 0 Report post Posted September 20, 2003 Rain batters the windows, the storm gathers. War is coming… --- “Ladies and Gentlemen, right now in this wonder Sutton Town Hall, KSW Arena, we present to you tonight, trained by our very own Garry Ace and Scott Rage … please welcome …. DACE NIGHT!” Flashing lights and the strains of Take No Prisoners roll across the jam packed fans as the young Dace Night strides to the ring and slides into the ring, the fans cheering and applauding the new comer to KSW. “And his opponent, the KSW UK Champion …. SCOTT RAGE!” Under the pryo and screaming fans, the chords of Ride the Lightning can be heard as friend and trainer Scott Rage makes way down to the ring. Sliding in and shaking Dace’s hand, Scoot poses to the crowd before the ringing bell. --- “He’s got Dace up on his shoulders, this could be it! Scott swings him and dumps Dace on his neck with a Caledonian SafeMaker! It’s over!” ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings and Dace Night loses his first match, but in true style as the crowd rise to their feet, giving both men a standing ovation. --- “Here it comes folks, this is going to be one of the hottest matches KSW has ever seen. Over the past year since Dace Night made his first steps into the wrestling world, he’s battled back and forth with is life long friend Scott Rage. They’ve fought with and against each other, in all sorts of matches, all across the country. Yet Dace has NEVER beaten Scott Rage one on one.” On the red carpet covered ramp, Dace and Rage stride out together, side by side as the fans raw in anticipation. “The following one on one contest, for one fall, is for the number one contendership to the KSW World Championship!” The bell rings, as a blinding wall of flash lights flare up. --- Underhooking Rage’s arms Dace drags him up into the air, flipping him onto his shoulders. Diving forwards onto his knees, Dace crunches Rage down onto his neck, holding him down to the mat. “NightFall By The Shores Of Time! Dace could have it won!” ONE! TWO! THREE! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “He does it, Dace does it! After a year, he finally defeats Scott Rage!” Swarming down the entrance ramp, the Iron Wolves charge into the ring, flocking around their fallen leader and dragging him to his feet. Slowly getting back to his, Dace looks across the ring at all five members of the Iron Wolves, as they raise their fist in salute and the crowd sends of roof off as Scott Rage stumbles forwards in an embrace from his best friend in the middle of the ring. --- K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! “Like all good things, they come to an end. But like every member of the KSW roaster, right here in this ring will say, as I’m sure all you fans out there will agree with. This has been one of the best times ever. And what a way to send off two of the best guys KSW will ever see. So for the very last time ever, get up and make some fucking noise…” The rest of the words a drowned out under the roar as Rage and Night stand tall and proud in the ring, for the very last time in KSW. --- A fire is lit and the winds of the storm only fan the flames. --- CRASSSSHHHHH! “Oh My God! Dace just Powerbombed Trent Acid though that Lightbulb Tube Table! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! --- “Yakuza Kick and Nick Modno hits the mat like a brick!” RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! “And Dace Night just took Acid’s head off with a Yakuza Kick of his own!” “Justice Pain catches Dace from behind and sends him through the Barbed Wire Board with a German Suplex!” --- DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! “Listen to the ovation from these fans here in Station Forty Four, as the CZW brings to you some of the hottest technical and extreme wrestlers in the country, as Dace Night and Sick Nick Modno are still going head to head in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match.” CRUNCH! “Mondo Sledge with the stop sign! He just caved in Dace’s head!” --- HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “Acid Bomb from the Top Rope through the Ultra Violent Table!” ONE! TWO! THREE! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “And Dace Night is gone from CZW, but you have to be sure the fans are never going to forget him after a send off like this, and the runs he’s had with the company.” --- The fire is now an inferno that will never die. The drums of war can be heard from the mountains to the sea. --- ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! “Dace Night wins, defeating James Morin in their very first matches in the SJL. There could be bright things head for these men!” --- WE WANT FUCKING ULTRA VIOLENCE! WE WANT FUCKING ULTRAVIOLENCE! WE WANT FUCKING ULTRAVIOLENCE! Turning around, and trying to run backwards out of the ring at the same time, Spike stumbles, and makes himself a date with a classic. Enraged in blood and bloodlust, Dace swings the screaming Weedwhacker at Spike, slamming it into his gut, as the shower of blood flies up, as the fine blade slices though every bit of skin and body tissue in it's path. CZ F'N' DUB! CZ F'N' DUB! CZ F'N' DUB! CZ F'N' DUB! "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" --- We paint the sky with blood at night Bringing the damned to fight The storm is near History has all the makings. It leads to one point, time after time. There is always more. Blood will flow and the storm will rage. The howl the Iron Wolves rip the air, they want the war. It’s time to prepare, whoever and whatever the fight… On the biggest stage of them all, I will be ready. War is coming. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
The Amazing Rando 0 Report post Posted September 20, 2003 Alan Clark watches promo from his hotel room ...gwarsh. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted September 21, 2003 This promo accomplishes its primary goal with ease. That goal? Making people want to read part 2 of course. Curious to see where you're going with this. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted September 21, 2003 Well, you'll have to wait for Part 2. It won't make sense if I do it before the show. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted September 21, 2003 Well, I figured as much. I was just saying. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Goodear Report post Posted September 22, 2003 Well hopefully I sort of judged the winds properly when I wrote my match for us over the weekend. Otherwise it either has no shot of winning or it will drive you in a direction you didn't want to go in the first place. Oh me oh my. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted September 22, 2003 It doesn't matter about our match Ejiro. That's just a drop in the ocean compeared to this storm. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
