Post by taboo on Jun 6, 2019 18:37:16 GMT -5
A dimly lit room. Chains adorning the walls, hanging in conjecture with their size. Smallest to largest. The biggest being twice the size in diameter of a bull's skull. A voice is heard welcoming the viewers. It belongs to Mitch Alfonoso. The manager of Taboo. The man is lanky and small. with a crooked nose and receding hairline. His teeth match the rest of his ill proportioned frame. He is wearing an all black track suit. And has a whistle hanging around his neck.
Mitch Alfonso: Welcome to house of sinful desire, the house of debauchery, the house of ill will and iron libito. The house of Taboo. When I heard that the Backyard Wrestling Federation was starting I had just the contender in mind. There is creature so vile and disturbing that even I second guess his presence at times. A dirty rotten filthy scoundrel who had done everything with the bible except read it. The domination he demonstrates over his human counterparts is unlike any I have ever seen.
Mitch raises his hand which is grasping a large chain, as he tugs it the creature it's linked to steps into frame. A shadow, a figure, something like a man steps forward. In all black skin tight garments and a black and white mask covering his entire face.
Mitch: And he demonstrates this power over everyone he has ever been in contact with, except me. So Naturally I knew my pet would make a fitting addition to the roster. And I made some calls and within days of the BWF opening our injury release form was signed. So now we have our first scheduled match. A leechburg park match in a the local playground? Sounds kinky. A clown, a super villain, and a hobo stand in Taboos way. Let's just say he has freakier days mid week. This will be a piece of cake.
Taboo: A juggalo submits under pressures of their own inferiority complex. A comic book nerd submits to their own superiority complex. The homeless submit to the notion they have nothing and no one. A Dom submits to no one.
Mitch: So I hope you are all ready for some whips, and chains, pain, and the insidious notion that punishing you for everything you have done rotten in your life, pleases Taboo. You will be laid out before his feet showering in the golden stream of Taboo.
Taboo: I'm not just coming for you, im coming on top.
The streams ends as he slips back into the shadow and Mitch blows his whistle.
Mitch Alfonso: Welcome to house of sinful desire, the house of debauchery, the house of ill will and iron libito. The house of Taboo. When I heard that the Backyard Wrestling Federation was starting I had just the contender in mind. There is creature so vile and disturbing that even I second guess his presence at times. A dirty rotten filthy scoundrel who had done everything with the bible except read it. The domination he demonstrates over his human counterparts is unlike any I have ever seen.
Mitch raises his hand which is grasping a large chain, as he tugs it the creature it's linked to steps into frame. A shadow, a figure, something like a man steps forward. In all black skin tight garments and a black and white mask covering his entire face.
Mitch: And he demonstrates this power over everyone he has ever been in contact with, except me. So Naturally I knew my pet would make a fitting addition to the roster. And I made some calls and within days of the BWF opening our injury release form was signed. So now we have our first scheduled match. A leechburg park match in a the local playground? Sounds kinky. A clown, a super villain, and a hobo stand in Taboos way. Let's just say he has freakier days mid week. This will be a piece of cake.
Taboo: A juggalo submits under pressures of their own inferiority complex. A comic book nerd submits to their own superiority complex. The homeless submit to the notion they have nothing and no one. A Dom submits to no one.
Mitch: So I hope you are all ready for some whips, and chains, pain, and the insidious notion that punishing you for everything you have done rotten in your life, pleases Taboo. You will be laid out before his feet showering in the golden stream of Taboo.
Taboo: I'm not just coming for you, im coming on top.
The streams ends as he slips back into the shadow and Mitch blows his whistle.