Post by Mccollum on Jul 1, 2016 23:29:24 GMT
After the contract fell through in Atlantic City, Ryan McCollum and his Monstrous Brother Mason headed back to their old stomping grounds of Las Vegas. They had already secured one Contract but in McCollum's mind, there was never enough money coming through the doors. So when word got out that the Amusement Park Wrestling Company was looking for Tag Teams. It seemed only fitting to secure a deal and bring The Lost's brand of violence to a whole new crowd.
While it wasn't McCollum's first time through PAW, it was his first time there since his transcendence to a higher plane of thinking. He was no longer hung up on the desires of the Flesh or the cares of another. The Slayer of Souls cared only about one person and that was the man he stared at in the Mirror each morning.
While it wasn't McCollum's first time through PAW, it was his first time there since his transcendence to a higher plane of thinking. He was no longer hung up on the desires of the Flesh or the cares of another. The Slayer of Souls cared only about one person and that was the man he stared at in the Mirror each morning.
When the Prying Eye (Camera) catches up with The Lost today they are in a local gym prepping for their debut in PAW over the coming weeks, and by prepping I mean terrorizing Gym Members. Down in the room where a Regulation Style Boxing Ring has been assembled. We hear a guy screaming bloody murder trying to get out of the ring only to have a massive man drag him back into the ring. " HELPPPP!!!! YOU ARENT BOXINGGGG!!!"
Two dirty looking Men in ragged clothing come into view of The Eye carrying all kinds of equipment and clothing of various sizes. One of the men that continues to dig at his scraggly hair and beard has at least ten watches going up his arm. The other guy, who is a bit larger in both height and weight is holding clothing but also has several shoes in his arms that he continues to smell and then toss them over his shoulder to the floor. He finally seems to content with the smell of a Birkenstock Sandal that he buries his nose in sounding quite content and yes definitely aroused.
Finally into view of The Eye steps the Leader of this Circus Sideshow, McCollum. The large man with his long beard and wild eyes stares at his Mutts and smirks. " I see my two, unfortunate, impecunious brethren have found some spoils of the Endless War"
The one that's digging at his head showing the signs of Lice or Fleas holds out his arm covered in Watches. McCollum's smirk turns into a full-blown smile " Oh Dear Bug, are you offering me one of your Watches?"
The man known as Bug nods his head enthusiastically with McCollum waving his hand at him. " No, No...Of course not. Those are yours and I would---That's a Rolex"
The begging off quickly turns to McCollum taking the Rolex from Bug's arm and staring at it closely. Seemingly satisfied with the Watches Authenticity. He deposits it into his pocket and motions Bug to leave. He looks at the other man who is practically sucking on the Sandal now " What did you get dear Brother Pete?"
Pete holds out the Sandal with a big toothless smile. McCollum stares at the Sandal and then at Pete with an air of contempt coming across the Slayer of Souls' face " You know I do not share your same zeal for the smell of footwear." Mccollum snaps his fingers " Wallets"
Pete opens his large overcoat, thankfully he is wearing clothing under it today for the sake of everyone's eyes. He reaches into an inside pocket and takes out several Wallets that Ryan goes through " Visa, Mastercard, Cash, ooh Gold Card, Diners Club? Obviously, they will let anyone in here"
Once he has robbed the Wallets of anything he wants and has put it in his pockets. He motions Pete away " Go before you are accused of doing bad things by those that wage the Endless War against us"
Pete wanders off sniffing the Sandal again as the cries of the man in the ring continue as almost a background music to McCollum, who has taken no notice of anything going on in the Ring. For a man that claims to be waging a War for those that are overlooked and oppressed, his so-called Endless War against those that live to Society Conformity. It also is painfully obvious that he is a Thief and Notorious Liar. McCollum looks towards The Eye offering up a sly smile.
" Excuse me Dear People, but as you can see my work as the Hand of God and Slayer of the Evil Souls I stay very busy doing Good"
McCollum continues to smile, but those eyes are the kind of eyes that pierce clean through your body right to your heart. He definitely isn't the same young man that came into PAW awhile back hanging on every word of a Whore and proclaiming himself to be an Irishman with the Moniker of The Iceman.
" In the not-so-distant Past, I walked the Midway of Pure Amusement Wrestling with a Harlot of Hell at my side while sporting a young, brash nature of a fresh-faced Wrestler that had yet to have the Starry beaten from my Eyes. That all changed when the Harlot deserted me, and the Wrestling Business chewed me up and tried to spit me out for good. I had to adapt to my surroundings, I had to see what people are truly about by taking off my blinders and coming to the realization that there are no more Good People left in the World. I met up with people like my Mutts and my dear Brother Mason. I saw how much they were looked over, cast aside, and stepped upon by the so-called Better People. But they aren't better, they are nothing but Conformity Zombies that want to stay on the same line as everyone else from Birth to Death. Being different is frowned upon and even those that believe they are different are still Zombies. The little face piercing,blue haired Emo Idiots that claim to be so different while the other Six Dozen Mimicks of the same style also scream out the same hollow rally cry to join the Different Movement."
McCollum rolls his eyes in disgust at the very thought of such soulless heathens taking up air that he might want to breathe.
"The reality is that there are so many Lost Souls in this World that still have a chance to do the right thing by just listening to me and doing what is called upon from them. If you are feeling Lost right now, alone, sad, suicidal, a desolate dreg that no longer wants to live with the Conformity Zombies. Come to me my Brothers and Sisters, join our way and find your way to Sweet Salvation under my harsh but fair tutelage"
McCollum removes his hat, tucking it against his chest. " Now for the reason, The Lost is heading to a place where Society's Sinners congregate to show their sloppy breasts for trinket beads once a year, a State that God himself has tried to wash away from his World several times now. We have seen the mentioning of Tag Team Titles. We see teams of Carnies leaving behind their shoddy work on the Ferris Wheel and Scrambler, we see Pale little Frogs under the Guidance of a Festering Boil on the Ass of All that is Talented. We see a team that should really just light the fuse on that Bomb by now and Suicide themselves from the Wrestling World once and for all. All of these disgraces to the Wrestling Community has already turned PAW into a Joke where even the Bearded Lady and the Human Pinhead would be ashamed to come. We cannot allow more titles to fall into the hands of those that suck at the Tit of the Oppression Overlords. So enter the Lost, not only to deliver a good Word from a True Believer"
McCollum smirks, the Word Charlatan comes to mind when he is around.
" But we will be the Tag Team Champions by the time the Carnage is over at Bad Moon Rising. Make no mistake about things starting very soon. The Lost will start to cut away the weak from the Herd and maul them. Pay attention Clowns, Sideshow Geeks, Carnies and Mimes, Bombed Out, and Forgotten....We don't ask...WE TAKE!!"
McCollum motions to the ring " Come along Mason, leave your toy"
The big man is shown coming over the Ropes and down to the floor, a solid Seven Foot and Four Bills in the Weight Department, he is definitely the kind of guy that blocks out the Sun. Mason lumbers away with McCollum looking to the ring and grimacing " Ewww, that's just unfortunate"
The Leader of The Lost walks away admiring his new watch as The Eye closes.
*End*
