Promo: X-Force Nine is FUCKING Dead!

[A Happy Medium 0]

“X-Force Nine is a burden that I wear. At seems that everyone else involved with that damned poor man’s Midnight Carnival moved on or stopped existing in the SWF. Some faded away like the Supreme of Smack, or Low Brass. Some went forth from the stable and went on to bigger and better things. People like Pete and…Annie,” says Munich, making sure to pause before mentioning that name. This name that disgraced him, and once again robbed him of whatever manhood he had left. He takes a drag of his cigarette during the pause. Two separate clouds of smoke escape both his nose and mouth as he finally mentions that name.

 

The camera, obviously held by an amateur, goes through small shaking fits as it focuses on the man speaking. The camera zooms back from the once unflattering close up of Munich’s nicotine stained fingers and teeth, and moves into a wide view that eventually comes into focus. There’s Munich, with a stark black background behind him. Next to him as a random medical trainer that is working on closing up his gashed left forehead. Most of the blood has been cleaned away, leaving only little specks of crust near his hairline.

 

“What happened to me tonight looked really bad. It felt worse. It didn’t hurt too bad to get hit in the back with the Bokken. I got a kick to the testicles like Steven Gerrard was on the other end. I’ve had my testicles bitten before. That’s another story for another time. My head got rammed into the steel steps. That one is a bit of blur. It was two right?” Munich asks the man beside him, his eyes darting up and to the left. The man grunts an affirmative response.

 

“Yeah. Then I remember getting a bit dizzy when I got into the ring. Then I was on my back. I’m remembering the end now!! I tasted my own move for the finish. It’s not really my move anymore. I doubt I can even do it anymore. I’m not physically able to do it anymore, really. I just named it the X Force Nine, just in case I could use it somehow. It would remind people that I had potential. Maybe, I thought, it would remind them I was actually good once, and not just a meat bag,” he says.

 

He waves his hand, and the camera quickly and erratically moves in towards the gash on his left forehead. It finally focuses on the work being on this part of the body. The viewer can see the stitching needle dancing in and around the area, quickly closing up the wound. You can hear Munich give the word to zoom the camera out.

 

“That is the mark I bear for being a part of the past. X-Force Nine helped put me down tonight. XF9 has been something I have never been able to get out of the shadow from. And…XF9 is something that I haven’t tried to get rid of. I’ve always been waiting for the opportunity to bring it back, or to be a part of it again. When I was promoted to the then IGNWF we were supposed to bring it back. Then Apostle went off the deep end. He drove a bulldozer through HVT’s house,” he says with a chuckle.

 

The viewer can then see an unobstructed view of Munich, the trainer having finished up his job. He tone changes sharply and he chains together a second cigarette. His tension level rises as he continues.

 

“My past has been a crutch. It’s something I couldn’t shake and something I couldn’t leave behind. Tonight was the most humiliating and destructive night to my career. Everyone was able to actively watch X-Force Nine get the better of me! Low Brass isn’t walking through that door! The Apostle is not going to levitate through the doorway! Hell! Even Malice isn’t going to walk through that door, give me a sledgehammer and tell me to pummel his brother Ivan again!” he exclaims, his face reaching a new shade.

 

"That stable has done nothing but help me not realize that there's more to this place than feeling comfortable! It's about getting in a tight spot, blinded by your own blood, and meanwhile there are two guys and a woman that corner with steel chairs! Then you have to decide if you're going to run away or stick around and keep scraping until their blood forms a crust underneath your fingernails! I want no comfort! Not anymore! No card games! No parties! No everclear usage that's not as a weapon! No more friends!"

 

Munich lets out a primal yell, throwing his cigarette to the floor in disgust.

 

“X-Force Nine is FUCKING dead, and so is everybody else!"

 

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[DxRxExWxF 0]

Good shit! But...

 

"I’ve had my testicles bitten before. That’s another story for another time."

 

What better time than now? Mmm testicle stories.

[Toxxic 0]

Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice promo.

[Longdogger_Pete 0]

Careful sir... them's fightin' words...

[A Happy Medium 0]

Oh. What happened is that right before I was bumped up, I had a match to regain the JL World Title. I lost to an ending where I had my testicles bitten while in a standing head scissors. I then looked a lot like Michael Jackson, and lost to what I believe was an Osaka Street Cutter or something.

 

It was really shitty, and I let it eat away at me. This stalled out Munich, as well. I had new nicknames made for me, and I felt like, and probably was, an emasculated (sp?) joke. This promo is burying the XF9 part of Munich. The lost time of being a good guy.

 

And honestly, we neither have the resources or the stupidity of people to go in to a stable with me as a leader. I should have joined The Clan when I was in the JL and then we'd be good. People are always up for a Clan revival under any conditions. It was a cool concept and a pretty cool stable. I could always sacrifice a llama to Spider Nekura, and then we'd be golden.

 

...but you knew that.

 

GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT!!

[Toxxic 0]

So that's what the herd of llamas on permanent standby is for. I never knew that.

[Longdogger_Pete 0]

This promo is burying the XF9 part of Munich. The lost time of being a good guy.

 

Yeah, I understand. I'm just saying, when you go shouting things like "X Force Nine is fucking dead!" coupled with "Low Brass, Apostle, etc. is not going to come walking in that door..." I'm just saying, hypothetically of course, that if someone from XF9 *were* to suddenly show up anytime soon, some of those comments may seem a little inflammatory.

 

Not that there's anyone from XF9 kicking around the boards thinking about a comeback. What are the odds, right?

 

[Thoth 0]

People are always up for a Clan revival under any conditions.

 

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

[Toxxic 0]

Yeah. Let's just have three jobbers, make them wear cloaks and call them the Clan, see what happens.