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Frank Gallows vs. Battery vs. Pauli Mascona; Triple Threat Match
Topic Started: Mar 11 2008, 09:23 PM (483 Views)
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Triple Threat Match
Frank Gallows vs. Battery vs. Pauli Mascona

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O Brother, Where Out Thou - PART I

Roll The Tape...

"As i lunged the prongs of my fork into its hide, it let out a piercing squeal! His eyes bulging from their sockets."

The pub was dead. Not a soul in sight. Everything seemed un used and passed it's sell by date, pickled in obscurity. But what couldn't be said was that the place was filthy or un kept. There was an order about the place, all spic and span, so un disturbed. There was a definite stench of formaldehyde in the air. Something that had more then caught the interest of the boys in black. The doors were yet to open, though perhaps that was for the best . As locked behind them lived a world far too peculiar for public consumption. The camera pans away from the bar, intrigued to find the cause of whispered conversation out of shot. Frank Gallows squats atop a bar stool placed in the center of the room. Surrounded by a circle of empty chairs. His red fiery hair almost illuminates the room. But to Frank, they were far from idol. For in his mind, he was surrounded by some of his favorite movie stars of all time and so his story continued.

FG: ''He put up quite a fight as i began to eat him alive, i seem to remember."

Charlie Sheen: ''I don't believe you. You're trying to tell us you ate a wild boar whilst it was still alive?"

FG: "I did. I held him down by the tusks as i ripped the hairy chunks of flesh from his body."

Sylvester Stalone: ''I strangled a guy with a rattlesnake in Rambo 3."

Danny Divito: "Who's genius idea was that? Your mothers?"

Sylvester Stalone: "Don't say a word about my mother Vito.."

Erma Thurman: "Guys let Frank finish."

Danny Divito: ''Your mother.."

FG: "It was the best meal I've had in a long time. After seeing him grazing in the forest, so un aware and unarmed, i knew i couldn't shoot him. It wouldn't have been fair. So i put down my gun, much to my father's dismay. I carelessly jeopardized the entire hunting trip by veering toward the wild creature. I would later go onto receive my fathers belt; a sure sign of his affection and my mothers roaring for my actions. She would yell, "Frankenstein, how could you be so stupid, wrestling your fathers game? You've ruined its fine coat and there are teeth marks everywhere, what will i possibly wear now?"."

Danny Divito: "Your mother..Sly, your mother.."

FG:"That night i went to bed without any supper, or so my parents thought. My father had tied the far from dead boar outside, very carelessly with an old dog collar. So i led him inside the house, running muddy hoof marks all over the carpet. Leading him into our kitchen, i could sense his nervousness. He looked like such a prize pig standing on top of our dinning table. And then, with my mothers rolling pin, i cracked open his skull. His tongue began to flail around between his teeth and so thats where i started my meal."

Ema Thurman: ''Did, Did you finish him?''

FG:''The beast's cries woke my parents up. They found me scooping out his heart. I'm sure it would've been the best part out of it all!"

Then he stopped. The congregation disappeared and all that was left was just Frank in his assembly. Justice walked in. Frank studied her with his eyes; up and down. She opened up the windows venting the thick smell of rotting meat. Frank lay waiting to see if she had heard his mumblings. He cursed her under his breath.

FG:''Must you always dress like such a whore?!"

Justice was far too busy, cleaning the left over glasses that had mounted in the sink. She wasn't listening. But that was part of her job description. If she took notice of all the jeers and slurs made to her almost every night by the cretins that talked to her chest, she'd never get anything done.

FG:"Must you always dress like something out of A Clockwork Orange?

Justice:''Don't you find it sexy? I thought you told me you found it sexy?''

FG:''I did, but now i don't. I changed my mind.''

Justice: ''So how do you want me to dress? You didn't like the burlesque outfits. You didn't like the cat suits and now you're saying you don't like the braces and shirts? Me and the other girls have a hard enough time as it is, without you being so indecisive about what you want, fuck!''

FG:''I want you swinging on the meat hooks."

Justice:"Sorry what?"

FG:''I said, just stick with the way you look. Listen, I'm expecting a..''

At that moment, the circular dial on an old fashioned telephone begin to vibrate as the phone began to ring. Frank picked up the phone.

FG:''Hello?..Speaking..So you're sure that i do. 100%?. Ok. Do you know his name? Do you have a picture? I understand. Well, when can i meet with him? Then find out from him. It needs to be soon. Ok, Goodbye.''

Justice:"Who was that?"

FG:''They found him. They found my brother."

Justice:''You didn't tell me you had a brother..''

FG:''That's because for the longest time, i didn't even know i had one myself. During my mothers labor, she went through so much pain. I think that's why she named me after the monster of all monsters; Frankenstein. How cruel she was. Because of it, i grew up with the stigma attached to my name. I couldn't behave like all the other kids. I didn't have the patience to do arts and crafts. I'd get frustrated and screw up my work, only then finding the appeal it its ugliness. I became wild in my youth. Blood thirsty for the norms of teenage life. I couldn't make friends and i always seemed to fall in love with the wrong girl. But I always wanted a brother or a sister. Something that could look up to me. Something i could teach. But mother said that i was the last she'd ever have, the last she ever wanted. So i grew up alone, realizing that i could never care for any sibling or anyone else, i didn't have the know how. Until recently. My mother decided that underneath her bitterness there was some warmth left in her cold heart. Enough to tell me about my older brother. He is as much aware of me, as i was of him. I suppose now, in finding him, I've found my reason to be good at what i do. Ive found a reason for competition. In my eyes, I've been the only son of my parents for over 20 years. I've been the best for all that time, because no one has tried to out do me. But now another part of my flesh and blood is returning and i fear I'll be out done. I fear that Frankenstein will lose his credibilities to a new age monster.

So, that brings me to my next problem. Battery and Pauli Mascona.

You've probably sat there and watched me transpire and thought to yourself that Frank Gallows is one deranged son of a bitch. It's true. Ive been diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and all points in between. Make no mistake, I'm a very dangerous person and for the both of you this plants a very big problem. Your biggest advantage, is that maybe you're a little less complexed. You probably don't hold the burdens of every day life that i do so close to my heart. Perhaps you're averagely sane. But what a dull perspective against a man who dreams of dark fundamentals. I'm a real life head case, something someone in the right state of mind could never second guess. And maybe you both have the wrestling background to support your belts but as far as it goes, that all either of you has over me. You may very well be able to "wrestle" me but what i really want is a fight. Ill expect you both to claim to be able to live up to my one expectation, so ill hold back my disappointment until the big night. Because March 18th, Atlantic City. I will become the monster of all monsters once again to destroy your poison society. Ill find the love my mother could never give me, in the chanting of a million people and New Jersey will become the new Atlantis as i drown you both under my wave of violence were you will find out that..

THIS.IS.HELL"

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O Brother, Where Out Thou - PART II

Roll The Tape...

"Pucker up, Kid. Here comes the kiss of death!''

London, England. Survivor of The Plague. Where the rain never ceases. Miserable and polluted. Chastising a poorly run society. No ambitions. No glory. Those who serve for Queen and Country do so in vain. Like the great philosopher Plato once said, "This city is what it is because our citizens are what they are." Make no mistake. Every country has its slums, its ghettos, it's projects. Pauli Mascona, you may very well have been born right into one yourself. There's no doubt that you're tough. But you're a member of a mob, a family. The hard life is the one you make by yourself, without feeding from the palms of your piers. The hard life is making your own advantages, instead of running with the ones you're given. Making your own path, instead of paving over the one that lay before you. Pauli Mascona, let me introduce you to Frank Gallows...

''Please, Please, just sit still! I'm going to get blood all over jeans!"

Frank Gallows sat beside a sweaty young teenager, engorged in a large leather chair. His teeth gritted. Frank brushed his latex gloved hand over the boys arm, smearing a mixture of red blood and black ink across his flesh. This was Frank other hobby; The Tattoo Parlor. It was a God send to his visual fixation for blood. It also harbored his love of art. As far as leaving an impression on people goes, Frank was open 9 'til 5. This promo seemed far less tense. Maybe because Frank was occupied. He seemed like a level headed guy, ordinary, for a lack of a better word.

FG:''There you go, all done. I'll just grab a mirror."

Frank picked up his mirror from behind the counter. For a second he caught a glimpse of himself. All freckly with a wave of red hair. Frank wondered if his brother looked at all like him. For a moment he got lost in child hood memories that never even existed. The kid took the mirror from Franks hands sparring no regards to the visions reflected back at him. He held it out in front of him, admiring the red raw patch on his arm that spelled out Kiss of Death. Frank felt the corners of his eyes begin to twitch. Inside his head he screamed for the kids murder for shattering his personal illusion. But there was something about the tattoo that Frank couldn't put his finger on.

FG:''Can i ask why you wanted me to write those words?"

Kid:''Kiss of Death? Oh, it's like this family thing. See my parents are Italian. So i guess the whole gangster mob thing and the kiss of death is just something I've always been interested in and surrounded by. Why?"

FG:''Oh, i was just curious. That'll be £25 then mate."

The kid took out his money, placing it in Franks hand. Then it clicked.

FG:''...Pauli?...Pauli Mascona?''

Kid:''Huh?''

Franks grip tightened around the kids wrist.

Kid:''Hey man, let go!''

FG:''Pauli Mascona? PAULI MASCONA?!"

The kid rips his arm from Franks grasp, running out of the door. Frank picked up the mirror the kid had left. The camera looked over Franks shoulder filming him as he began to converse with his own reflection

FG:''Pauli Mascona. Pauli Mascona! or should i say Bugsy Malone? I'm sure, in a world where crime never sleeps, you're a very busy man. Perhaps you've been relaxing at Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speak Easy? But wherever you're hiding, you rat, I'm sure it won't take long for you to scurry out of the suers as soon as i disgrace the Mascona name. See, I don't have a problem in talking to myself. In fact, i find it very therapeutic at times. But after a while, when you don't get the responses you're looking for it becomes rather irritating, so I'm calling you out. I'm singling you out Pauli because you're the only one who can give me my reply, since Battery cannot even speak.

Out of the two of you, i see you as my main priority. You're 34 where as i'm 23. You're already washed up and this week might be my chance to finish your career before it even has it's chance to begin. Experience? Is that your rebuttal? You might have the experience when it comes to the streets, you could swindle me out of a few pennies, you could sell me some sweat shop ring gear maybe. But you wont be able to diminish the authenticity of my stiff kicks and heavy hands. I've been at the dojo. I've been working on my submissions, choking out more trainers then i can get through. You could lie, cheat and steal your way to a victory over me, it might be your best chance. But i promise if the only truly spoken words from your filthy mouth are to be uttered this week, they will be done so, when you're tapping out to my Gallows Vice.

See Pauli, your past doesn't concern me. I see you try to glamorize yourself, painting this picture of a man who has risen from the bottom to..."

A smile of self accomplishment comes over Franks face.

FG:''Pauli, at this moment in time, you haven't risen to a damn thing, not in this industry. You don't even have it in yourself, to rise to challenges i have set you this week. And I've set the bar pretty low so far. So Pauli, this week i will make my mark on you as easily as i did to that punk ass kid you saw in here earlier. And my Kiss of Death, shall forever leave a bad taste in your mouth. Because Pauli, you will know that...

THIS.IS.HELL"

Franks cell begins to ring.

FG:''Yeah..Oh he is? Send him on over then, ill put the kettle on..''

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The Nail In Your Coffin.

Roll The Tape...

The scene fades in to a steamy camera lens, this soon clears with the aid of the camera mans t-shirt. Standing before us, wrapped in nothing but a towel, fastened tightly underneath her arms, is the gorgeous Justice Kane, known simply as Justice to her friends. She flicks her thick wet black hair back from over her face, putting it up into a ponytail. Making eye contact with the cameras she smiles, not seeming to mind their presence. Placing her right leg up onto the rim of the bathtub beside her, Justice began to dry herself off. Slowly running a dry towel over her bronzed and perfectly toned legs seductively.


Justice: ''Behind every good man, is a deadly women. No matter how far back you care to look, you will always find a woman beside some of the greatest men this industry has ever seen. Francine and Shane Douglas. Tammy Lynn Synch and Chris Candido. The Sandman and Woman. Miss Elizabeth and Randy Savage.

And now, Justice and Frank Gallows...

I don't claim to be the number one female in IPW. The day i step into the ring, will be the day that I'm prepared to fight for that title. For the mean time, being the number one manager and helping my man to the top is all i have listed on my top priorities. And maybe if you had someone as good as me at your disposal, Battery, Pauli Mascona, then maybe you'd be in the running for what Frank Gallows will eventually succeed in winning after he defeats the both of you this week.


Xtreme Demon, your name is nothing but the product of your own infatuated hear say. You class yourself as Extreme? You class yourself as a Demonic being? Well sweetheart, you aint seen nothing yet. Because when you face my man, Frank Gallows, you'll be coming face to face with the personification of madness and insanity. Whatever you've accomplished in Japan, means nothing, it's all but the past, when this is very much about the future. The future of IPW. You see, when Frank Gallows amputates the will to live from both of his opponents this week, you will see only a small proportion of what is to happen to you. Xtreme Demon, i warn you. Your game of dress up and make believe will be finished and it wont only cost you your dignity and well being, but also the IPW heavyweight title.

The gold, belongs to us!"

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