Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 17:10:08 GMT -5
(When commercial hits, you instead see static on your screen. After a few moments, you see extremely old footage of an octagonal ring, with Aragato with a ladder inside the ring. Holding it, he charges toward the entrance ramp outside, and flips over the ropes, throwing the ladder as he does so, and we see two people outside, one wearing a gas-mask and a yellow raincoat, and standing about 6'10, the other one a skinny little guy whose entire head is wrapped in old-fashioned barbed wire, wrapped to the point where we can't see his hair or his eyes, or mouth or anything. Aragato throws the ladder to them, so that each man is hit by the opposite ends of the ladder. Before they can react, Aragato tucks into that senton flip of his, and hits the center of the ladder, blasting the metal construct into the face of both opponents. A voice-over sounds. If you pay real close attention, you can recognize it as Komosube's translator.)
Such a small competitor, the average American spectator thinks. How could he possibly be a challenge for the larder, stronger athletes? Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Deathmatch is a savage foe, not to be taken lightly!
(a different shot of Aragato, this time in an armbar from a competitor nearly his size. Aragato is wearing thin MMA gloves here, the kind that only cover the knuckles, not the palms, and similiar padding on his feet, and wearing black pants. The guy with the armbar has dyed red hair, gelled to spike up, and appears to have filed down teeth and Demon-style make-up.)
Not only does Aragato revel in bringing death and misery to those fools who would enter the ring opposite him, he will never quit. He will choose death over surrender.
(The same clip of Aragato. The other guy locks in the armbar tighter, screaming in rage-though the sound is muted you still hear him bellow ferocity-, and Aragato screams out, his arm at the bicep snapping, bone nearly sticking out.)
Yet even when facing the ultimate pain, even after experiencing a possible career-ending injury, he continues his crusade, without hesitation.
(You see later in that same match, Aragato with his right arm dangling uselessly at his side, his left hand holding an old metal pail. He brings it down, swinging from his right side, shoving the opponent's head into the pail. A ton of old nails pour out of the container, and you hear screaming from the pail as blood seeps down, and Aragato lands a standing Shining Wizard to the pail, for good measure.
A different shot of Aragato and some large white guy exchanging blows while clinging to the side of a steel cage-outside the ring, as it is being raised back into the air.)
No thought of the future. No thought of the pain that comes with victory, and defeat. The only thought, to win, and to destroy the opposition. Soon, Randy Boolzian will understand his fluke was merely that- A fluke. Now, they fight with Aragato's favorite rules in place-none. A match where he will be guaranteed to inflict almost as much damage on himself as on his opponent. However, when it is all said and done, when both warriors give everything, it shall be Mr. Deathmatch who remains standing. Aragato's crusade continues, and the RBI, as he calls himself, shall be made painfully aware.
(A shot of a busted open Aragato, thick red kendo stick in his left hand, right hand holding what looks to be a small bronze title belt in the air, foot on the chest of some knocked out foe, as rose petals cascade down in victory. However, Aragato still has that same angry look on his face, and stares only at the lifeless form below him-obviously, this didn't happen in GiW-)
OOC: Ugh. The worst feeling in the world is when you write a promo you think is kind of good, but you know it isn't going to win, for some reason relating to you not realizing the rules.
Such a small competitor, the average American spectator thinks. How could he possibly be a challenge for the larder, stronger athletes? Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Deathmatch is a savage foe, not to be taken lightly!
(a different shot of Aragato, this time in an armbar from a competitor nearly his size. Aragato is wearing thin MMA gloves here, the kind that only cover the knuckles, not the palms, and similiar padding on his feet, and wearing black pants. The guy with the armbar has dyed red hair, gelled to spike up, and appears to have filed down teeth and Demon-style make-up.)
Not only does Aragato revel in bringing death and misery to those fools who would enter the ring opposite him, he will never quit. He will choose death over surrender.
(The same clip of Aragato. The other guy locks in the armbar tighter, screaming in rage-though the sound is muted you still hear him bellow ferocity-, and Aragato screams out, his arm at the bicep snapping, bone nearly sticking out.)
Yet even when facing the ultimate pain, even after experiencing a possible career-ending injury, he continues his crusade, without hesitation.
(You see later in that same match, Aragato with his right arm dangling uselessly at his side, his left hand holding an old metal pail. He brings it down, swinging from his right side, shoving the opponent's head into the pail. A ton of old nails pour out of the container, and you hear screaming from the pail as blood seeps down, and Aragato lands a standing Shining Wizard to the pail, for good measure.
A different shot of Aragato and some large white guy exchanging blows while clinging to the side of a steel cage-outside the ring, as it is being raised back into the air.)
No thought of the future. No thought of the pain that comes with victory, and defeat. The only thought, to win, and to destroy the opposition. Soon, Randy Boolzian will understand his fluke was merely that- A fluke. Now, they fight with Aragato's favorite rules in place-none. A match where he will be guaranteed to inflict almost as much damage on himself as on his opponent. However, when it is all said and done, when both warriors give everything, it shall be Mr. Deathmatch who remains standing. Aragato's crusade continues, and the RBI, as he calls himself, shall be made painfully aware.
(A shot of a busted open Aragato, thick red kendo stick in his left hand, right hand holding what looks to be a small bronze title belt in the air, foot on the chest of some knocked out foe, as rose petals cascade down in victory. However, Aragato still has that same angry look on his face, and stares only at the lifeless form below him-obviously, this didn't happen in GiW-)
OOC: Ugh. The worst feeling in the world is when you write a promo you think is kind of good, but you know it isn't going to win, for some reason relating to you not realizing the rules.