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| Spooky Doom in Arizona | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 22 2006, 07:45 PM (253 Views) | |
| I ~ Christian | Nov 22 2006, 07:45 PM Post #1 |
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Context: The first ever Spooky Doom promo! Although SWAT Arizona would've lasted only two shows, this is the federation in which Spooky Doom got his feet wet in the wrestling business as a wacky mini-Undertaker that's too darn cute to carry his own gimmick. Death Jr. within a lucha libre environment, so to say. It's for the Chase for the Gold event: 6 preliminary matches where all the winners fight on in the main event in a wild, over-booked brawl filled with glass prisons, ladders and dangling briefcases. Purely introductory promo: no trash talking at this point. This promo "aired" on the 5th of April, 2006; in the (first) Showtime thread of SWAT Arizona. ==================================================== [It was a dark and stormy night! The interviewing crew's truck broke down in front of an abandonned mansion! They knock at the door but no one would answer! Hearing thunder, they make their way inside! SWAT interviewer Felicity tip toes her way around, only to come face-to-face with the strange apparition living inside of the manor... OOOOoooOOoo!!! A faceless man bearing a white cowl, he approaches the young interviewer pointing his great scythe straight at her.] SD: It seems that the mantle of the grim avenger has fallen into disuse. People no longer fear the judgement that comes to the wicked sinners. No longer!! I am the terror that strikes into the hearts of malevolent luchadors! I am the spirit ravager of Death's hand, dropping moonsaults onto the bodies of vicious rulebreakers! I am Death's reaper of lucha libre! I am... [Lightning strikes, illuminating the strange man in white!] SD: SPOOKY DOOM!!!! [Resounding thunder!] SD: And to you Felicity of SWAT Arizona, I deliver my message for all the other participants of this wrestling promotion: Beware! BEWARE! As the Spooky Doom, I lay claim to the duties of Grim Avenger, delivering justice in the form of brutal tope suicidas to the hordes of evAHHHHH- [Somebody discovered the lightswitch in this abandonned manor!] SD: My eyes! F: Oh look, it's a mini-reaper! SD: Madre de- [Camera comes into focus on a short man in a white cowl, wearing a wide shouldered costume bearing the picture of the Grim Reaper. Apparently, the sudden change in lighting cought Spooky Doom by surprise. Let's see how this turns out.] SD: Will you PLEASE turn the lights down? F: No can do, we need the lights for the filming. SD: Oh fer Pete's sakes, I am the Grim Avenger of lucha libre!!! Sheesh... I bet this never happens to the other dark lord soul reapers of wrestling. In any case, I'll keep this short and sweet! F: Just like you, awwwwwww! SD: Oh come off it! As the inheritor to the mantle of the Grim Avenger, mine is the hand that shall wrest the screams of anguish from the mouths of the defilers of rules with my unforgiving lucha locks!! Yes, I have heard of the manners by which your organisation executes the battles that would normally be reserved for the grand spaces of the indoor stadiums and the sporting promotions, but have instead been left to the CASINOS and have I heard correctly?The theme parks? Hasn't anyone thought of the children? I have come to SWAT Arizona for one reason and one reason only: to embed the name of Spooky Doom into the minds of the viewers, so that they know, so that EVERYONE knows the foreboding retribution that is reserved for them! F: You're so cute when you're angry. SD: THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER!!! ===================================================== Aftermath: Wow! Spooky Doom sure took wrestling seriously back in the day! Like some manner of grim El Pinto Grande, with overly verbiose threats that weren't meant to be taken seriously by anyone. Another thing that would not survive the early tweakings of the gimmick was Spooky's hispanic origin, as shown in his cursing in Spanish. The little grim terror that looks real cute would be the founding block of the gimmick for the time, and it would stay that way until much, MUCH later... |
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| I ~ Christian | Nov 28 2006, 12:06 AM Post #2 |
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Context: easily my worst Spooky Doom promo, this where I actually start to "address" my opponents... Except i had no idea how to RP my own characters. Hey, I had a clever name, wasn't that enough? I'll be honest, I didn't felt adequate when i saw the F-Dot promo and thought that I should answer in kind... Which is ALWAYS a mistake. Don't ever merge your style with another's, even if you find that other dude's style real great. You do YOUR stuff as it was meant to be shown in the public. What follows is not so much a Spooky Doom promo as much as a Spooky Doom rant, which would actually become a part of his character (irrascible short guy screaming wildly but unable to be taken seriously cuz he's so short). This promo aired on the 19th of April 2006, on the third edition of Showtime for Chase for the Gold, SWAT Arizona. ==================================================== [SPOOKY DOOM! is present at Chase Field (formerly Bank One ballpark), apparently scouting out the location of his upcoming battlefield. Although he is neither big nor large, he is a dilligent worker, taking all steps necessary to ensure victory in battle. He does not fight merely for himself, but for the legacy of his uncle the Grim Avenger, the Gravedigger (any similarities to pre-existing wrestlers are completely coincidental). Standing in the middle of the field, Spooky Doom raises his scythe in defiance to the top-perched camera and speaks!] SD: As I listen to the petty commentary offered by my chattering competitors, my faith in the importance of a Grim Avenger of lucha libre is ever renewed. Hearing the boastings of my envious opponents, I jot down their various misdeeds and prepare myself for the harvest sinister! Hear the name of their sins, a familiar song to the inheritor to the mantle... of Grim Avenger: Greed, Apathy, Sloth, Apathy, Sloth, Apathy, Sloth, Sloth, Sloth, Apathy... [Spooky Doom pauses momentarily as a thought occurs to him... a solemn epiphany strikes him!] SD: Why the hell is everyone commenting on everybody else'e name while lounging around like the worlds greatest collection of brain-dead idiots? So I'm looking at the tapes of all the jerks that work around here and it strikes me like a tope suicida: you guys aren't wrestlers, you're just a bunch of frat boys trying to get some extra money by doing wrestling! High Maintenance: couple of frat boys on spring break touring casinos! Seven? Amateur disk jockey wannabe! Big V? V for Vanilla big guy! F-Dot? Super lazy frat boy doing twice as many television appearances so he can tell us just how lazy and untalented he is! [It's Spooky Doom rant time!] SD: Speaking of F-Dot, someone REALLY needs to explain to me how all this Jungian name-analyzing is supposed to make a successful wrestling opponent. Has it ever occurred to you that Seven got his name because all the cool numbers such as Thirteen were already taken? And then you go off on this tangent about how much you can tell about a wrestler by the alias he takes for himself as opposed to the real names they are born with, and point out John Ferrigno as an example of homosexuality. JOHN FERRIGNO *IS* HIS REAL NAME, YOU CIGAR ROLLING NITWIT! John Ferrigno doesn't imply that the man is a closet sodomizer! John Ferrigno implies that the man has NO creativity and the overall intelligence of a ball of lint! [It's rather amusing seeing the little lucha reaper taking himself all serious and ranting all across the baseball field, shouting left and right at an empty field!] SD: I am eighteen years old, I am the smallest wrestler on the roster, I am making my professional debut in the upcoming card.... and I am STILL the most competent wrestler on the SWAT Arizona roster BY FAR!! And another thing! SPOOKY DOOM! SPOO-KY DOOM! SPOOKY! DOOM! If a wrestler's name implies his underlying talent and threat level, then you bitches are DONE FOR! I am SPOOKY DOOM, that's like, the greatest name any wrestler could ever come up with! You could have Doctor Lucha make the greatest computer known to mankind, put in all the words in the English dictionary, even add all the words from the proper names dictionary (that is, a dictionary of multi-ethnic proper names, as such dictionaries DO exist) , ask that computer to come up with a better pairing of names for a luchador and it'll blow up. Why? BECAUSE I'M SPOOKY DOOM, DAMNIT! Not only am I the only guy on the roster who apparently knows what wrestling is about, but in addition, my name is above reproach and anyone who would ever try would just look like the worlds biggest pedophile. True, verifiable fact. [Spooky Doom has in fact, lost all composure. Looks fun, though: watch the little man spaz out.] SD: In fact, I don't think I can come up with anything better to end this with. Who am I taking on again? "New Sensation"? I'M SPOOKY DOOM, DAMNIT! AND I'M GONNA REAP YOUR SOUL! Tell the Indians at the casino THAT after I've done my ghastly otherworldly task! And what the hell is a "Jonathon"? It's "Jonathan" you dumbass, LEARN TO SPELL YOUR OWN NAME! And if it's your mother who called you JonaTHON, then you owe yourself to smack that woman across the face and tell her that she evolves a brainstem! You know what? I'm through here! I am reaping everybody's soul and heading to the Bahamas after pawning off what passes for a championship belt around here for daiquiri money and a good forged driver's ID. If my uncle ever asks how I'm doing, I'll just lie and tell him I am in preparation to battle El Malefico, the great evil doer of the ring that has been terrorizing the good people of Arizona for the past three generations. It STILL beats saying I had to defeat a bunch of ignora! nt fratboys making stupid jokes about each other's names. [The perched camera slowly does a pan out, it's own way of making an embarrassed exit over this whole fiasco of a "grim promo". Nevertheless, the point is made, and the world must fear the wrath of... SPOOKY DOOM, DAMNIT!] ==================================================== Aftermatch: Well Spooky Doom's immediate opponent for this night was Nathan Slater, an alt character of Soutter. Soutter you could always depend on for a promo (at the time) and the result was that our match was the only one to have a bit of back and forth to it. In fact, thanks to Franky D, the match between Slater and Doom came out real great! Otherwise, more unnecessary lucha-love from Doom that would later disappear, a very coy reference to my earlier characters and an attempt at a catch phrase that didn't caught on. Little did I know that I would get my final catch phrase only once I learned HOW to use the catch phrase in e-wrestling... As a manner by which to close up a promo when you don't have any ideas in mind; like a Monty Python "Knight of the Rubber Chicken", or a giant ten ton hammer. Don't worry, next update is a triple one: the oncard is one of the best "early" Spooky Doom promos I made, and you get the afore-mentioned Spooky Doom / Nathan Slater match AND as a bonus... the prison ladder match: CUZ IT'S CHASE FOR THE GOLD! |
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