Post by Mad Mumf on Jul 4, 2013 17:27:39 GMT -4
*An APW House Show in Ocean City, MD at the municipal center. The internet has been buzzing with rumors of the return of former RWF Champion and ring veteran Mad Mumf after he announced his free agency on a small time blog, leaving everyone curious about where the Monster would land and what company he'd call his new home. The crowd's bigger than a normal house show since this was the last city he was interviewed in when he passed along his message about his return. Most of it is pure speculation of course, but you never know, right?*
*Two local boys are getting their chance in the spotlight and boring the hell out of the crowd when the lights go out. The screen over the ramp goes to static and then plays the following recording from Mad Mumf's interview.*
You go back to your little website and you tell them that Mad Mumf is coming. He's coming like a fierce storm born of hellfury and fire. God help anyone who doesn't get out of the way. Mad Mumf is back and he's a god damned free agent. Come get some! Just remember, if you dare to face me, YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE!
*The screen goes black as a blue light fills the arena and the opening notes of Comfort Eagle by Cake begin to play. The video screen meanwhile is showing highlights of Mumf's career, every title victory as well as some of the harder hits he's bounced back from.* *
*The crowd erupts as the 6'2" monster steps out onto the ramp, clad in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless hoodie with the hood drawn over his head, concealing his short cropped hair. He bounces on the soles of his feet for a moment before yanking his hood off and throwing his fists in the air. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring and the two confused local fighters in the ring. He reaches out and high fives a few fans on his way and then slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The music fades and the lights return to normal as he pulls a microphone from the pocket of his hoodie.*
Mad Mumf - Do yourselves a favor and get your asses out of my ring.
*The two indy wrestlers stay put trying to start an argument with Mumf and telling him to get out of the ring and let them continue their match.*
Mad Mumf - You've got 3 seconds before we do this the hard way.
*The crowd pops as the two guys continue to argue while Mumf ticks off the seconds with his fingers. When he reaches the last second, he drops the mic and decks the first upstart before wheeling on the other and delivering an enziguri kick to the head. He springs back up and picks up the other guy who's beginning to move, lifting him onto his shoulders and hitting him with an inverted Death Valley Driver, the Death Sentence. He looks at the guy he hit with an enziguri, still laying in the ring and he motions to the crowd, pointing to the top turnbuckle, drawing a cheer from them. He drags the prone figure to the middle of the ring and then runs and hops clear onto the top turnbuckle. Pausing for a moment with a smirk he raises his fists in the air before brining them back down and springing halfway across the ring, arcing his body into a slow shooting star press, the Death From Above, landing soundly on the other upstart and shaking the ring. He springs back up and pounds his chest, letting loose a primal scream before rolling the remants of the upstarts out of the ring and picking up his microphone!"
Mad Mumf - I said I was fucking back! *The crowd pops again before his face grows serious.* And I am back with a vengeance. I am back in ways you've never seen me before. I've trimmed my weight down a bit, and even when I was gone I was still a student of the game. I've learned new ways, more creative ways, more painful ways to hurt people and to give all of YOU exactly what you want. Bloodshed! Violence! Gore! Hell on a wrestling mat! The monster has awoken and he has landed in APW!
There's alot of boys in the back who probably don't know me from a hole in the wall. They don't know or care who I am, and they probably don't understand why I'm so damned confident in my abilities. I'll tell you why. Because I will not stop. I will NEVER stop. Once I've set my sights on a goal or a target, win or lose, I will keep going til that purpose is met. I can be bloodied, battered, bruised, set on fire, and I will keep coming at you until I have left you lying motionless in the ring.
Hell, it's kind of funny, because there might actually be a little unfinished business here in the APW even with all of the new folks around. I said that nobody in the back remembers me or knows who I am, but there might just be one guy back there who does. One guy who I have a history with. One guy who has something I want and who deserves a little payback. Let me give you a little history lesson.
*Mumf points to the screen over the ramp again and an old recording pops to life through the static.*
Harry Lord – FROM BEHIND! MARVIN GRABS THE CHAIR!! MUMF TURNS AROUND AND TERRY MARVIN JUST WAFFLED MAD MUMF IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!!
Terry Marvin - HEY! MUMF! GUESS WHAT??
Harry Lord – WHAT THE???
Terry Marvin - I got THREE WORDS FOR YOU, MUMF….
Harry Lord – Oh my God!
Loyd London – You don’t mean…
Terry Marvin - PARTNERS….IN…..CRIME!!
Harry Lord – And here comes Dirk Bentley, Adam Majors and Kirsta!!
Loyd London – Ahhh, the family is back together again….
Terry Marvin - MUMF! You’re too damn STUPID and GULLIBLE FOR YOUR OWN DAMN GOOD! And Bryan Sweet…listen up! AND LISTEN REAL GOOD! You said you don’t need my help? FINE….CAUSE YOU AIN’T GOING TO GET IT! But listen up…and listen real good. Sure, you have come back. But you know what? YOU’RE OLD NEWS!! YOU’RE WASHED UP!! YOU RAN WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS LIKE A LITTLE GEISHA GIRL BITCH! You have been passed up by the likes of Adam Majors, Dirk Bently, Kirsta and myself! From TONIGHT ON….a NEW CRIME SPREE BEGINS!
*The video ends as the old show fades, leaving Mumf standing in the ring, smirking as he leans on the ropes facing the video screen and the back.*
Mad Mumf - I'm not one to forget being railed in the head with a steel chair, though god knows it's happened enough times. I didn't even notice your name on the roster here, Marvin until after I signed the dotted line. But let's call it a bonus. Because after all these years, maybe I'll finally get to return the favor. I don't play by anyone's rules. I'm a different creature from the one you dealt with back then, and I am a whole hell of alot more deadly. Not to mention you've got that pretty piece of gold strapped around your waist.
I'm not going to step on any toes just yet. I need to earn my spot since I've been out of the business for a while, but I'm promising you this right now. Some day. Somewhere down the road, eventually you will get yours. And anyone who gets in my way between now and then, I'm giving you fair warning. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE!
*Mumf drops the mic and slides from the ring heading back to the locker room as his music plays before the scene fades to black.*
*Two local boys are getting their chance in the spotlight and boring the hell out of the crowd when the lights go out. The screen over the ramp goes to static and then plays the following recording from Mad Mumf's interview.*
You go back to your little website and you tell them that Mad Mumf is coming. He's coming like a fierce storm born of hellfury and fire. God help anyone who doesn't get out of the way. Mad Mumf is back and he's a god damned free agent. Come get some! Just remember, if you dare to face me, YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE!
*The screen goes black as a blue light fills the arena and the opening notes of Comfort Eagle by Cake begin to play. The video screen meanwhile is showing highlights of Mumf's career, every title victory as well as some of the harder hits he's bounced back from.* *
*The crowd erupts as the 6'2" monster steps out onto the ramp, clad in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless hoodie with the hood drawn over his head, concealing his short cropped hair. He bounces on the soles of his feet for a moment before yanking his hood off and throwing his fists in the air. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring and the two confused local fighters in the ring. He reaches out and high fives a few fans on his way and then slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The music fades and the lights return to normal as he pulls a microphone from the pocket of his hoodie.*
Mad Mumf - Do yourselves a favor and get your asses out of my ring.
*The two indy wrestlers stay put trying to start an argument with Mumf and telling him to get out of the ring and let them continue their match.*
Mad Mumf - You've got 3 seconds before we do this the hard way.
*The crowd pops as the two guys continue to argue while Mumf ticks off the seconds with his fingers. When he reaches the last second, he drops the mic and decks the first upstart before wheeling on the other and delivering an enziguri kick to the head. He springs back up and picks up the other guy who's beginning to move, lifting him onto his shoulders and hitting him with an inverted Death Valley Driver, the Death Sentence. He looks at the guy he hit with an enziguri, still laying in the ring and he motions to the crowd, pointing to the top turnbuckle, drawing a cheer from them. He drags the prone figure to the middle of the ring and then runs and hops clear onto the top turnbuckle. Pausing for a moment with a smirk he raises his fists in the air before brining them back down and springing halfway across the ring, arcing his body into a slow shooting star press, the Death From Above, landing soundly on the other upstart and shaking the ring. He springs back up and pounds his chest, letting loose a primal scream before rolling the remants of the upstarts out of the ring and picking up his microphone!"
Mad Mumf - I said I was fucking back! *The crowd pops again before his face grows serious.* And I am back with a vengeance. I am back in ways you've never seen me before. I've trimmed my weight down a bit, and even when I was gone I was still a student of the game. I've learned new ways, more creative ways, more painful ways to hurt people and to give all of YOU exactly what you want. Bloodshed! Violence! Gore! Hell on a wrestling mat! The monster has awoken and he has landed in APW!
There's alot of boys in the back who probably don't know me from a hole in the wall. They don't know or care who I am, and they probably don't understand why I'm so damned confident in my abilities. I'll tell you why. Because I will not stop. I will NEVER stop. Once I've set my sights on a goal or a target, win or lose, I will keep going til that purpose is met. I can be bloodied, battered, bruised, set on fire, and I will keep coming at you until I have left you lying motionless in the ring.
Hell, it's kind of funny, because there might actually be a little unfinished business here in the APW even with all of the new folks around. I said that nobody in the back remembers me or knows who I am, but there might just be one guy back there who does. One guy who I have a history with. One guy who has something I want and who deserves a little payback. Let me give you a little history lesson.
*Mumf points to the screen over the ramp again and an old recording pops to life through the static.*
Harry Lord – FROM BEHIND! MARVIN GRABS THE CHAIR!! MUMF TURNS AROUND AND TERRY MARVIN JUST WAFFLED MAD MUMF IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!!
Terry Marvin - HEY! MUMF! GUESS WHAT??
Harry Lord – WHAT THE???
Terry Marvin - I got THREE WORDS FOR YOU, MUMF….
Harry Lord – Oh my God!
Loyd London – You don’t mean…
Terry Marvin - PARTNERS….IN…..CRIME!!
Harry Lord – And here comes Dirk Bentley, Adam Majors and Kirsta!!
Loyd London – Ahhh, the family is back together again….
Terry Marvin - MUMF! You’re too damn STUPID and GULLIBLE FOR YOUR OWN DAMN GOOD! And Bryan Sweet…listen up! AND LISTEN REAL GOOD! You said you don’t need my help? FINE….CAUSE YOU AIN’T GOING TO GET IT! But listen up…and listen real good. Sure, you have come back. But you know what? YOU’RE OLD NEWS!! YOU’RE WASHED UP!! YOU RAN WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS LIKE A LITTLE GEISHA GIRL BITCH! You have been passed up by the likes of Adam Majors, Dirk Bently, Kirsta and myself! From TONIGHT ON….a NEW CRIME SPREE BEGINS!
*The video ends as the old show fades, leaving Mumf standing in the ring, smirking as he leans on the ropes facing the video screen and the back.*
Mad Mumf - I'm not one to forget being railed in the head with a steel chair, though god knows it's happened enough times. I didn't even notice your name on the roster here, Marvin until after I signed the dotted line. But let's call it a bonus. Because after all these years, maybe I'll finally get to return the favor. I don't play by anyone's rules. I'm a different creature from the one you dealt with back then, and I am a whole hell of alot more deadly. Not to mention you've got that pretty piece of gold strapped around your waist.
I'm not going to step on any toes just yet. I need to earn my spot since I've been out of the business for a while, but I'm promising you this right now. Some day. Somewhere down the road, eventually you will get yours. And anyone who gets in my way between now and then, I'm giving you fair warning. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE!
*Mumf drops the mic and slides from the ring heading back to the locker room as his music plays before the scene fades to black.*
