Post by Der Metzger on Apr 1, 2021 22:39:00 GMT -5
Der Metzger destroyed Ash Blade with a Todesklinge. She became the first in history to kick out of it. He went for Todesklinge again, and she countered with a rollup. He kicked out. She hit him with Chapter 11 and he became the first in history to kick out of it. He went for another chokeslam, but she broke free. He went for a big boot, but she ducked. He went for the double chokeslam again, but she landed on his shoulders. She backflipped off and nailed him with Chapter 11. She innovated her own finisher on the fly and became the first in Action Wrestling to defeat Der Metzger. That was the end of Timebomb, but not the end of Der Metzger. Er wird zurück sein. DEVIL'S GATE ENTERPRISES Richard Michaels Attorney at Law Max Weinstein Attorney at Law Geoffrey Berman Attorney at Law Sidney Powell Attorney at Law CEASE AND DESIST DEMAND DEMAND FOR IMMEDIATE REMOVAL OF GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE REPERTOIRE OF TREY BOUCHET Mr. Trey Bouchet 201 Suplex Lane Point-Aux-Chenes, LA 70377 Mr. Bouchet: I represent Devil's Gate Enterprises in regards to the above referenced matter. On March 28, 2021, while competing in the Elimination Match at Timebomb for the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship, you successfully achieved German Suplex seven times against your adversaries before attempting to conquer reigning United States Champion Der Metzger with one. The maneuver was unsuccessful and unleashed an inner rage that led to Der Metzger decimating you with a Todesklinge. Despite being a beloved fan favorite, you were eliminated from the match because of your own vanity. You are hereby and henceforth banned from using the German Suplex during any and all professional wrestling matches during any broadcast of CruiserClash, Monday Night Clash or any other event hosted and presented by Action Wrestling. Any violation of this order will result in the strictest and furthest legal action on behalf of Der Metzger. Our organization is willing to take this matter to any level of court in the land, up to and if necessary the Supreme Court. This issue has already been taken up with legal representation of Action Wrestling, who have allowed you to use and abuse this once-great maneuver. Before you tarnished it's legacy, it was a protected maneuver similar to the burning hammer or the superkick. Once the stench you have attributed to the maneuver has dissipated, our mighty and prominent United States Champion will restore honor and dignity to S tier quality maneuver. We are also in talks with Action Wrestling management to have every match edited where you have performed a German Suplex. We at Devil's Gate wish you the best in your future endeavors, as you continue to perfect your seemingly endless array of approved suplexes. Please take this letter seriously. You've got a bright future in Action Wrestling and it would truly be a shame if somehow you were to have a fatal accident that would prevent you from fulfilling your true potential. Sincerely, Richard P. Michaels richardmichaels@devils-gate.org 920 Briarcliff Lane Castle Rock, Maine 04401 Phone: (207) 850-1256 Our adventure begins at Northern Light Mercy Hospital in Portland, Maine. Current, reigning, (not) defending Action Wrestling United States Champion Der Metzger has spent the last three days recuperating here following a hellacious and nearly perfect performance at Timebomb. It took a glance from a sidekick and innovation of a finishing maneuver to put the colossal soul down for the count. For his efforts, all he received was a mild concussion and damage to his corneas. Underlying, undisclosed issues have kept him in this hospital bed for three days. There he lies, with his mask on to further protect his identity from the public. This mask is different from his usual, as it has black mesh covers over the eyes. As he sleeps, Doctor Reginald Royce is seated nearby, reading a weathered copy of "Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. In the tale, the erudite Faust is highly successful yet dissatisfied with his life, which leads him to making a pact with the Devil at a crossroads, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures. Take whatever significance you must from that. A slight knock on the door breaks his concentration. Standing in the doorway are Sara Pettis and VOID, newly crowned Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Tag Team Champions. Sara walks over to Metzger and holds his hand while VOID remains in the doorway. Royce places a bookmark as a reminder, then sets down the book on a table. He stands up and approaches the bed, letting out a sigh. [PETTIS] "How is he, doc?" [ROYCE] "His sight hasn't returned since Ms. Blake tried to remove his eyeballs with her jagged talons. His corneas are badly damaged and there is some optic nerve swelling." [PETTIS] "Oh my God! That's terrible! When will his vision return?" VOID chuckles from the doorway, then approaches the bed, opposite of Pettis and Royce. He looks down at Metzger's modified mask. [VOID] "Sight is about what lies right in front of us. Vision is what lies ahead." [PETTIS] "Okay? So what lies ahead, huh?" [VOID] "That's for me to know… and for him to discover." Pettis shakes her head and sighs. [ROYCE] "How is your partnership progressing now that you are champions?" [PETTIS] "We were all set to appear on JTV with Twiztid Insane but VOID had to be alone with his thoughts or whatever." [VOID] "We are at the edge of the great abyss and we're close to being irrevocably lost." [PETTIS] "He's always like this, doc… and I don't understand a word of it." He leans over Metzger and he nods at Pettis. [VOID] "You will, bright star. You… will…" VOID backs away and he leaves the room. Royce walks to where VOID was standing, and he looks at the devices hooked up to Metzger. [ROYCE] "There's a long road of recovery for our friend, Sara. Past the damage to his eyes and the concussion protocols. There's so much more to be… unlocked." [PETTIS] "I thought you gave up on that beacon stuff with him." [ROYCE] "When one door closes… another one… opens." She looks confused. [ROYCE] "All in due time. The priority now is doing everything possible to return him to Action Wrestling. Next Monday, I must transport him to Nashville for a main event bout." [PETTIS] "Do you believe he'll be cleared to compete in five days?" [ROYCE] "What I believe is less important than what he believes. He's not the same as when he arrived at Devil's Gate. He has either evolved or devolved, depending on your view of his progress thus far." [PETTIS] "He's had the hottest win streaks in Action Wrestling in recent history. It took a miracle to put him down long enough for a three count at Timebomb. I have no doubt that he'll bounce back from this and continue on his path of destruction. Who is his next victim anyway?" [ROYCE] "His first victim at Timebomb, of course. Trey Bouchet." [PETTIS] "Oh! That'll be a great match. Will his title be on the line?" [ROYCE] "The United States Championship is only defended when necessary. Max Daemon and Sam Kidsgrove are being scouted by our team as potential challengers, as was Trey Bouchet. I believe Bouchet qualifies as a worthy challenger but that doesn't seem to be the reality of their upcoming bout on Clash. If Bouchet can show the same kind of fire that he did at Timebomb, it's possible that a rematch could be ordered between the two, with the championship on the line." [PETTIS] "I spent a road trip with Trey when we were half of the CruiserGreats. He's as passionate about excellence as he is suplexes. When he gets to Clash, he will have had a week to dissect and analyze Metzger's performance at Timebomb. Trey will come back with more fire than before. That's what he does better than most. It's a good thing this isn't a title match because--" [ROYCE] "How dare you doubt Der Metzger!" [PETTIS] "You've spent weeks - maybe months- doubting him. My dad filled me in on some stuff." [ROYCE] "How much… stuff… exactly?" [PETTIS] "I know… enough." Das ende. I hear voices in my head. They council me. They understand. They talk to me. One sounds angelic and the other sounds… dusty. They are so close but so… far… away. They are worried about my recovery from… whatever… this is. Timebomb feels like a lifetime ago, when I came closer to the World Heavyweight Championship than most in this company could hope for. Ashketchum Blakelively is still champion, though I came closer than most to defeating her. She deserves credit where credit is due. I feel no shame in defeat… like most in this industry would if they were in my shoes. I learned a lot from that encounter. Even in defeat… I am stronger than ever. Maybe not physically… since I can't seem to wake up from… whatever… this is. When I can get out of this… you will see a Maine Event who is harder, better, faster, stronger. This reign as United States Champion will go down in history as the greatest of all time. Better than TFK... Sam Kissgrove… Dandy Davido… Walter… Kyle Kempf… Spencey Adams… Weasley… Graham Borker… Howaldo Black. Certainly better than Odin Balfore. I'd still like another chance at German Suplexing that ogre. If he's Since breaking the world of the World Breaker in this nation's capital, I am two months into this glorious reign with no end in sight. Of course someone would have to challenge me in order to take it from me. Yes, I am aware that my name keeps falling out of Sam Kissgrove's mouth. He thinks I'm not living up to the expectations of being United States Champion. Nobody has spent more time snuggling this title than him… but he's not getting any closer to it than he is at this very moment. If anyone is taking it from me… it's going to be Treyvon Bouchet. Young Treyvon failed to put me down at Timebomb, just like everyone other than Ashketchum. Prior to slicing his championship aspiration with mein Todeskinge, I saw a raging fire from the guy unlike anything I've ever seen. As my pod opened wide, I felt a calling from somewhere… dark… to put an end to Treyvon. That's exactly what happened. I got in there... absorbed the final German Suplex he'll ever execute… and then put him away with mein Todesklinge. It was decided soon after… I guess… that I would dance with Treyvon again on Clash. The voices were talking about it. They may not realize it… but I heard everything. Including Royce doubting me for weeks… or maybe months. I knew something seemed… off. He's been distant and dismissive of my concerns. It seems the more me I become… the worse our working relationship becomes. I thought the point of our work together was to rehabilitate me and restore my humanity, so that I can return to civility. All I have done in the last six months has been in service of Devil's Gate. Every victory is good publicity for the business that I owe my recent sanity to. Doktor Royce says "springen" and I ask "wie hoch?" I have to think he is responsible for my match against Treyvon at Clash. Following my first loss… mayhaps he thinks I've lost my edge. I will have to be sharper than ever as I cut Treyvon down, and slash his hopes of becoming United States Champion one day. Then… hopefully… Doktor Royce will believe in me again. Why has he forsaken me? I can't even-- I would never forsake you. Who the-- You've come too far to only go so far. Was zur Hölle?! Alle deine basen gehören mir. Ach... nein… Oh ja... what the fuck does this have to do with anything? |