Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Jan 21, 2006 3:00:09 GMT -5
Nothing short of psychotic. Tommy Deathrow was shaping up to be the next 'Gutter Rat' figure in the NAPW and the next 'Kaos' of the wrestling world. Sick, sadistic and any other overused words you want to place upon on the description of the self proclaimed Jack Hannah DVD champion. One word you could defintly use was odd. Because in the last two two weeks and five days he had not made much sense to any man in NAPW or out other than long time best friend Billy Kryenik. He was on the top of his game and with his alignment with Billy Kryenik, Tommy Deathrow looks set to be a future star of this company if he can carry on in the same mannor as of late.
Tommy Deathrow's eyes were firmly focused on his latest challenge. That of One, Two and possibly eighty eight in an anywhere falls match on the latest PPV of NAPW‘s Jokesr Wild.
.
It's kind of a ressurection of what this man used to be. Dominant and supreme. The wrestling ring was his stomping path back in the good old days and things were turning to look like the 'Good old days' were coming back as he inprinted his talents on the squared circle once again and stood tall to any wrestler that wanted to step up to the plate. The question was...Is he getting too cocky? Are possibly the Delivery Men toying with the Doomriders Is he risking his form with complacency and misused confidence? He certaintly wouldn't like to be that question and if anyone did, that anyone would have probably have left with a big-ass boot mark placed on the fact.
His eyeliner was applied carefully, not smudging and no idolistic features that some youthful metal fans would display in these modern days. His eyeliner was just normal and brang attention to his large dark eyes that portrayed his dark image with controlled exaggeration. His hair was hanging naturally with nothing it, this was the only flaw to the completely dark persona that made up the demented one.
Tommy Deathrow: " I do not live in the shadows of any man, I choose to lives in the shadows."
These words echoed. What was it about this man? Everything he seemed to say lately had a meaning. Everything he stated was deep. It was obvious that Billy Kryenik had some bare on this man as no longer was he the jokey, up-beat psycho-path but more of a complex character. His charisma had been tainted with darkness and it was questionable whether Billy Kryenik had been in contact with the odd ball Deathrow for a long time.
Tommy Deathrow: " It's not a statement that was brought on by corporisation but a lifestyle inherited by things that you could not possibly imagine. I'm not like this for a reason. I'm not cruel and brutal to animals because I chose to be. I'm not a mind took up by thoughts of trechary and disturb because I just feel like it. It is the way I am. The way I will always be and no man can ever change that."
This seemed to be a rant. A rant at those who labelled him because of the way he is. Tommy Deathrow wore a pair of baggy sweat pants and a black 'The Animals' t-shirt. On his feet were a pair of old Red Chuck Taylor Conversse. Around his arms were numerous black bracelets an bangles, spikes and whatever else was on there. His fingers were painted black in a scruffy mannor. In a way it looked very 'cool'. I'm sure Tommy Deathrow wasn't thinking about 'cool' when he splashed the varnish on the fingers when he awoke.
Tommy Deathrow: " I do things the way I do because of the little things that tick inside here."
He pointed to his head with his long thick finger.
Tommy Deathrow: " It's always ticking.. Tick-tock-tick-tock-TICK-TOCK... With people like you it's like a bomb ticking. Ready to explode anytime. This time I've restrained myself and let's face it, you're so so lucky to keep your nose on your face."
In the dark alley in the middle of nowhere was the demented one Deathrow. His thick hands were held ragefully around the throat of the a Japenese woman. A beautiful woman wearing a skirt that went to her knees, a pair of brown leather boots, a black top and a creme blazer. Her long hair hung over her shoulders, it shined; illuminated by the street-light that was held by a metal brack over the top of them. It was screwed onto the grey cobblestone walls. In a very Japanese accent the woman spoke reasonable english trying to persuade Tommy Deathrow from ripping her wind pipe out. She spoke with terror.
Woman: " You're paranoid... I did not say anything, please let me go..."
It was almost as if Tommy Deathrow did not here a word that she had said. He just held his hand around here throat and spoke, staring into her eyes. His stare, let alone, scared the living hell out of her. How would you feel? Walking home from a late shift at the office when you were dragged into an alley by some complete stranger who had his hand around your throat and was ranting at you with a rageful and very aggressive voice.
Tommy Deathrow: " Words can't compare to the way you looked at me. Looked down on me as if I was the spawn of Satan himself. I will not tolerate this. I'm not paranoid I just can decrypt the look of a human. It's in human nature to look down on something different, so why?"
Woman: " Please let me go, please..."
Tommy Deathrow: " What's to stop me from killing you, right here, right now? Nothing. I'll be out of this country in a few days and the police won't respond to a woman that dressed in such a slutish mannor withing\ four days. I'll be long gone before a report is even filed, let alone forensics, or do the Canadians have some weird gadget that solves murders aswell as does most other things?"
His own little joke was of tack. It made him laugh however. Laughing histerically. With a single kick almost Chuck Norris like, the woman lashed out and landed into his groin, his face cringed with entire pain. He slid down the wall and with tears of agony a psychotic laugh emerged to suprise echoing the lonely withered back-streets of wherever he is. The face of Tommy Deathrow was rugged and that of a sadist. With entirety, he spoke as if someone was still listening.
Tommy Deathrow: " The little slut can run away but the same fate does not await the Delivery fairys that will attend Jokers Wild in a matter of days. They will await Billy an Me as we stand central in the ring. They can run and run and hide and hide, but the match is an anywhere falls match so I will chase and chase and hunt and hunt these two pieces of pray that have been sat before me to devour, destroy and disect for the entertainment of the children of this country, the same country as that little bitch that nearly twisted my testicles so bad that I'd be speaking like I was on helium. There is no easy getaway for these contenders that step up to the plate this time. No premature disqualifications fo using weapons, double count outs no bull sh!t like that . These two men have no excuse and there only option is to step up and fight like men in order to try and steal the DVD collection from its rightful owner. If that is what thre after"
He wiped the tears of laughter and pain from his eyes as he sat on the cold concrete floor. His big body was leant on the cobblestone wall so he could maintain his posture. His favorite Jack Hannah DVD was not with him, but back at the hotel. Tommy Deathrow had ventured out for a ciggerate and found an ideal opportunity to make a statement aswell as some mischief in his last few days inside Canada, the host to this years Jokers Wild.
Tommy Deathrow: " Just think of the endless situations that could create themselves with a stipulation as bold as the upstand one. The match could be carried anywhere inside the arena and be fought using anything in the proximity. A car, a bench... Hell you could grind the face of your opponent against the barbwire that hangs on the security gates in the arena. The fight could be carried to the very streets of Alberta and be fought out in front of the natives. Ones hair may get tangeled up in the chain of a bicycle We could go through windows of shops. I'm thinking about the scenerio's that could pop up and there is no way to prepare except brace ones self for anything. Possibly wind up in a confession booth at the local Cathlic church. There is no limit to what could happen in this match or what could unfold. Being ready isn't a oppurtunity that any of us four men have the luxury of possessing as no-one could be ready for a match with such extreme measures unless of course those men are the Doomriders..."“Deathrow fake yawns”
From the pocket of his jeans, he took a pack of marlboro ciggerates and opened them. He took a ciggerate and squeezes the filter than place’s it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter he also produced from the same pocket.He than pulls out a flask and takes a nice long drink from it. He placed the lighter and pack of ciggerates next to him and took a long, pleasurable inhalation of the smoke and then smiled and continued speaking.
Tommy Deathrow: " A dissapointment. You've disappointed me each time you've stepped inside the ring with me and tried to pose a threat to me two., I'm talking to you as you've probably figured out. How the hell are you doing? I've beat your ass like before I throw you and the one other guy about for leisure on Jokers Wild. You like to think you're getting closer and closer. You like to presume you're getting stronger and stronger when in honest reality you're not. You're slowly getting worse and worse because as you said... Deathrow... “Spits” That there my friend is a sign of fear, sign of doubt. Something one only does when they know someone is better than them selves. I have well and truelly got your number and I've had it since my first match with you when just like the rest of the matches me and you have clashed in, I've come out on top. Did I ever tell you I prefer the bottom? Other than that please One do not be alarmed when your head begisn to bleed and Billy is licking and kissing it. Fore your hair is going to be riped out in huge batches. I can not wait to take home a piece of that beautiful hair with me."
Tommy Deathrow flicked some embers onto the concrete floor and took a drag. He exhaled the smoke out of his nose and smiled as he did. Something had just come to his mind and he was ready to launch another attack on the man that just couldn't beat him.
Tommy Deathrow: " Answer this for me Deliverymen... Howlong does it take the Doomriders to get a Victory over you two? Three seconds. Nothing special about that. Just start thinking about the one,two,three count that will be heard when Billy and I pin your guys. You can Try and get that desired pinfall. It's not going to come and believe me, it won't be bought by envy for your packages because I don't envy anything that is smaller than my pinky."
Tommy Deathrow: " Jokers Wild Is about winning and surviving. This match presents all the assets of quite a 'slobber-knocker'. I tell you what, take your delivery company sell it and invest in a big escort of security to stop me from getting to you because I've had all I can take of your misconcieved thoughts about what is happening and who gets what packages. Your visions is different from everyone elses and maybe if I hit you both in the eyes before Billy carves them out you will see that your place is not the tag team division and that you will not ever take my DVD’s from me."
He took the last dying bit of the ciggerate with a large breath and exhaled as he extinguished the ciggerate on his left arm.
Tommy Deathrow: " Delivery Men you're not braveheart so quit the big act. The only thing brave that will come from you two is if you are brave enough to step up and give me a fistful of rage instead of some of pussy punches you've handed out the last few times Billy and I have faced you. You say you've got balls. If that is really true then you'll show that you're a man and not a mouse been sent into annoy rather than do any penetrating or hurting."
His face was consumed with sincerity.
Tommy Deathrow: "You two have fun while your not getting your asses kick by the Doomriders because come Jokers Wild it will not be a pretty sight for you two. Because Billy and I have been waiting for a match like this before we truly show the NAPW world what it is that the Doomriders are about. Pain,guts and tasting the blood of our victims"
With that Tommy Deathrow lit another ciggerate after his little rant. He sat there thinking about things, hoping the woman would return with a man or any other figure that he could take apart with his fists. Aggression grew inside the one half of the Doomriders Deathrow as he still hunted his ever-growing mind wondering
Tommy Deathrow's eyes were firmly focused on his latest challenge. That of One, Two and possibly eighty eight in an anywhere falls match on the latest PPV of NAPW‘s Jokesr Wild.
.
It's kind of a ressurection of what this man used to be. Dominant and supreme. The wrestling ring was his stomping path back in the good old days and things were turning to look like the 'Good old days' were coming back as he inprinted his talents on the squared circle once again and stood tall to any wrestler that wanted to step up to the plate. The question was...Is he getting too cocky? Are possibly the Delivery Men toying with the Doomriders Is he risking his form with complacency and misused confidence? He certaintly wouldn't like to be that question and if anyone did, that anyone would have probably have left with a big-ass boot mark placed on the fact.
His eyeliner was applied carefully, not smudging and no idolistic features that some youthful metal fans would display in these modern days. His eyeliner was just normal and brang attention to his large dark eyes that portrayed his dark image with controlled exaggeration. His hair was hanging naturally with nothing it, this was the only flaw to the completely dark persona that made up the demented one.
Tommy Deathrow: " I do not live in the shadows of any man, I choose to lives in the shadows."
These words echoed. What was it about this man? Everything he seemed to say lately had a meaning. Everything he stated was deep. It was obvious that Billy Kryenik had some bare on this man as no longer was he the jokey, up-beat psycho-path but more of a complex character. His charisma had been tainted with darkness and it was questionable whether Billy Kryenik had been in contact with the odd ball Deathrow for a long time.
Tommy Deathrow: " It's not a statement that was brought on by corporisation but a lifestyle inherited by things that you could not possibly imagine. I'm not like this for a reason. I'm not cruel and brutal to animals because I chose to be. I'm not a mind took up by thoughts of trechary and disturb because I just feel like it. It is the way I am. The way I will always be and no man can ever change that."
This seemed to be a rant. A rant at those who labelled him because of the way he is. Tommy Deathrow wore a pair of baggy sweat pants and a black 'The Animals' t-shirt. On his feet were a pair of old Red Chuck Taylor Conversse. Around his arms were numerous black bracelets an bangles, spikes and whatever else was on there. His fingers were painted black in a scruffy mannor. In a way it looked very 'cool'. I'm sure Tommy Deathrow wasn't thinking about 'cool' when he splashed the varnish on the fingers when he awoke.
Tommy Deathrow: " I do things the way I do because of the little things that tick inside here."
He pointed to his head with his long thick finger.
Tommy Deathrow: " It's always ticking.. Tick-tock-tick-tock-TICK-TOCK... With people like you it's like a bomb ticking. Ready to explode anytime. This time I've restrained myself and let's face it, you're so so lucky to keep your nose on your face."
In the dark alley in the middle of nowhere was the demented one Deathrow. His thick hands were held ragefully around the throat of the a Japenese woman. A beautiful woman wearing a skirt that went to her knees, a pair of brown leather boots, a black top and a creme blazer. Her long hair hung over her shoulders, it shined; illuminated by the street-light that was held by a metal brack over the top of them. It was screwed onto the grey cobblestone walls. In a very Japanese accent the woman spoke reasonable english trying to persuade Tommy Deathrow from ripping her wind pipe out. She spoke with terror.
Woman: " You're paranoid... I did not say anything, please let me go..."
It was almost as if Tommy Deathrow did not here a word that she had said. He just held his hand around here throat and spoke, staring into her eyes. His stare, let alone, scared the living hell out of her. How would you feel? Walking home from a late shift at the office when you were dragged into an alley by some complete stranger who had his hand around your throat and was ranting at you with a rageful and very aggressive voice.
Tommy Deathrow: " Words can't compare to the way you looked at me. Looked down on me as if I was the spawn of Satan himself. I will not tolerate this. I'm not paranoid I just can decrypt the look of a human. It's in human nature to look down on something different, so why?"
Woman: " Please let me go, please..."
Tommy Deathrow: " What's to stop me from killing you, right here, right now? Nothing. I'll be out of this country in a few days and the police won't respond to a woman that dressed in such a slutish mannor withing\ four days. I'll be long gone before a report is even filed, let alone forensics, or do the Canadians have some weird gadget that solves murders aswell as does most other things?"
His own little joke was of tack. It made him laugh however. Laughing histerically. With a single kick almost Chuck Norris like, the woman lashed out and landed into his groin, his face cringed with entire pain. He slid down the wall and with tears of agony a psychotic laugh emerged to suprise echoing the lonely withered back-streets of wherever he is. The face of Tommy Deathrow was rugged and that of a sadist. With entirety, he spoke as if someone was still listening.
Tommy Deathrow: " The little slut can run away but the same fate does not await the Delivery fairys that will attend Jokers Wild in a matter of days. They will await Billy an Me as we stand central in the ring. They can run and run and hide and hide, but the match is an anywhere falls match so I will chase and chase and hunt and hunt these two pieces of pray that have been sat before me to devour, destroy and disect for the entertainment of the children of this country, the same country as that little bitch that nearly twisted my testicles so bad that I'd be speaking like I was on helium. There is no easy getaway for these contenders that step up to the plate this time. No premature disqualifications fo using weapons, double count outs no bull sh!t like that . These two men have no excuse and there only option is to step up and fight like men in order to try and steal the DVD collection from its rightful owner. If that is what thre after"
He wiped the tears of laughter and pain from his eyes as he sat on the cold concrete floor. His big body was leant on the cobblestone wall so he could maintain his posture. His favorite Jack Hannah DVD was not with him, but back at the hotel. Tommy Deathrow had ventured out for a ciggerate and found an ideal opportunity to make a statement aswell as some mischief in his last few days inside Canada, the host to this years Jokers Wild.
Tommy Deathrow: " Just think of the endless situations that could create themselves with a stipulation as bold as the upstand one. The match could be carried anywhere inside the arena and be fought using anything in the proximity. A car, a bench... Hell you could grind the face of your opponent against the barbwire that hangs on the security gates in the arena. The fight could be carried to the very streets of Alberta and be fought out in front of the natives. Ones hair may get tangeled up in the chain of a bicycle We could go through windows of shops. I'm thinking about the scenerio's that could pop up and there is no way to prepare except brace ones self for anything. Possibly wind up in a confession booth at the local Cathlic church. There is no limit to what could happen in this match or what could unfold. Being ready isn't a oppurtunity that any of us four men have the luxury of possessing as no-one could be ready for a match with such extreme measures unless of course those men are the Doomriders..."“Deathrow fake yawns”
From the pocket of his jeans, he took a pack of marlboro ciggerates and opened them. He took a ciggerate and squeezes the filter than place’s it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter he also produced from the same pocket.He than pulls out a flask and takes a nice long drink from it. He placed the lighter and pack of ciggerates next to him and took a long, pleasurable inhalation of the smoke and then smiled and continued speaking.
Tommy Deathrow: " A dissapointment. You've disappointed me each time you've stepped inside the ring with me and tried to pose a threat to me two., I'm talking to you as you've probably figured out. How the hell are you doing? I've beat your ass like before I throw you and the one other guy about for leisure on Jokers Wild. You like to think you're getting closer and closer. You like to presume you're getting stronger and stronger when in honest reality you're not. You're slowly getting worse and worse because as you said... Deathrow... “Spits” That there my friend is a sign of fear, sign of doubt. Something one only does when they know someone is better than them selves. I have well and truelly got your number and I've had it since my first match with you when just like the rest of the matches me and you have clashed in, I've come out on top. Did I ever tell you I prefer the bottom? Other than that please One do not be alarmed when your head begisn to bleed and Billy is licking and kissing it. Fore your hair is going to be riped out in huge batches. I can not wait to take home a piece of that beautiful hair with me."
Tommy Deathrow flicked some embers onto the concrete floor and took a drag. He exhaled the smoke out of his nose and smiled as he did. Something had just come to his mind and he was ready to launch another attack on the man that just couldn't beat him.
Tommy Deathrow: " Answer this for me Deliverymen... Howlong does it take the Doomriders to get a Victory over you two? Three seconds. Nothing special about that. Just start thinking about the one,two,three count that will be heard when Billy and I pin your guys. You can Try and get that desired pinfall. It's not going to come and believe me, it won't be bought by envy for your packages because I don't envy anything that is smaller than my pinky."
Tommy Deathrow: " Jokers Wild Is about winning and surviving. This match presents all the assets of quite a 'slobber-knocker'. I tell you what, take your delivery company sell it and invest in a big escort of security to stop me from getting to you because I've had all I can take of your misconcieved thoughts about what is happening and who gets what packages. Your visions is different from everyone elses and maybe if I hit you both in the eyes before Billy carves them out you will see that your place is not the tag team division and that you will not ever take my DVD’s from me."
He took the last dying bit of the ciggerate with a large breath and exhaled as he extinguished the ciggerate on his left arm.
Tommy Deathrow: " Delivery Men you're not braveheart so quit the big act. The only thing brave that will come from you two is if you are brave enough to step up and give me a fistful of rage instead of some of pussy punches you've handed out the last few times Billy and I have faced you. You say you've got balls. If that is really true then you'll show that you're a man and not a mouse been sent into annoy rather than do any penetrating or hurting."
His face was consumed with sincerity.
Tommy Deathrow: "You two have fun while your not getting your asses kick by the Doomriders because come Jokers Wild it will not be a pretty sight for you two. Because Billy and I have been waiting for a match like this before we truly show the NAPW world what it is that the Doomriders are about. Pain,guts and tasting the blood of our victims"
With that Tommy Deathrow lit another ciggerate after his little rant. He sat there thinking about things, hoping the woman would return with a man or any other figure that he could take apart with his fists. Aggression grew inside the one half of the Doomriders Deathrow as he still hunted his ever-growing mind wondering