Post by Shrimp on Apr 3, 2022 12:18:13 GMT -5
"Death From Within"
The heat is raging from the rising fires of war.
Embers of avarice, soon begin to soar.
Vengeance breeding greater vengeance, two eyes for one eye.
Crowning burning hatred, that’s lying deep inside.
A token gift, destroyers deep within its hold!
Revenge of patient men, is sweet and best served cold!
The enemy inside the belly of the beast!
A mighty Trojan horse, tonight the sentries sleep!
On the march... No place to run.
Time has come... No where to hide.
The moon is red... No one is safe.
From spilling blood... no living thing survives!
Here they fight... regretting nothing.
Here you die... the walls are caving in.
Nothing left... a lethal encounter.
Its judgment time... when death comes from within!
Warning signs ignored, they have all but been denied.
Prophets and messengers, mocked and vilified..
Final destination lying, deep inside their court.
Their first line of defense soon became their last resort.
Hardened deceivers entered through their open gates!
Silent trained assassins, lying still, in wait!
On the march... No place to run...
Time has come... No where to hide...
The moon is red... No one is safe..
From spilling blood... no living thing survives!
Here they fight... regretting nothing..
Here you die... the walls are caving in..
Nothing left... a lethal encounter..
Its judgment time... when death comes from within!
(solo)
On the march... No place to run.
Time has come... No where to hide.
The moon is red... No one is safe.
From spilling blood... no living thing survives!
Here they fight... regretting nothing.
Here you die... the walls are caving in.
Nothing left... a lethal encounter.
Its judgment time... when death comes from within!
Death from within...
The heat is raging from the rising fires of war.
Embers of avarice, soon begin to soar.
Vengeance breeding greater vengeance, two eyes for one eye.
Crowning burning hatred, that’s lying deep inside.
A token gift, destroyers deep within its hold!
Revenge of patient men, is sweet and best served cold!
The enemy inside the belly of the beast!
A mighty Trojan horse, tonight the sentries sleep!
On the march... No place to run.
Time has come... No where to hide.
The moon is red... No one is safe.
From spilling blood... no living thing survives!
Here they fight... regretting nothing.
Here you die... the walls are caving in.
Nothing left... a lethal encounter.
Its judgment time... when death comes from within!
Warning signs ignored, they have all but been denied.
Prophets and messengers, mocked and vilified..
Final destination lying, deep inside their court.
Their first line of defense soon became their last resort.
Hardened deceivers entered through their open gates!
Silent trained assassins, lying still, in wait!
On the march... No place to run...
Time has come... No where to hide...
The moon is red... No one is safe..
From spilling blood... no living thing survives!
Here they fight... regretting nothing..
Here you die... the walls are caving in..
Nothing left... a lethal encounter..
Its judgment time... when death comes from within!
(solo)
On the march... No place to run.
Time has come... No where to hide.
The moon is red... No one is safe.
From spilling blood... no living thing survives!
Here they fight... regretting nothing.
Here you die... the walls are caving in.
Nothing left... a lethal encounter.
Its judgment time... when death comes from within!
Death from within...
--Part 1--
(The newest episode of Shrimp's promo titled, "Shrimp Cocktail" opens up to reveal the pipsqueak's obnoxiously cocky look that's firmly planted on his face. Rick Craig's head begins to slowly nod up and down as the camera sluggishly zooms out to reveal that Shrimp is standing in a small locker room.)
~Shrimp~ Would you look around the United States right now? Look at the policies enacted and their result. There's honestly too much garbage for me to address at this moment, so I'm just going to touch up on a small portion of all the idiocy going around!
(Shrimp pauses for a moment all while his face not only turns a shade redder than it previously was but his head is also now shaking back and forth from east to west.)
~Shrimp~ There's a border crisis ongoing and instead of dedicating resources to enforcing the integrity of our borders. To combat this, Joe Biden sends troops to other nation's military bases across the sea's... The latest estimate I seen was around 90,000 troops being stationed in different European countries. Earth to Joe, these could've been deployed on our soil. You know, where they belong in the first place. Those troops, don't belong on anyone's foreign territory! This guy believes that it's best to place them on the European continent, closer to Russia as if 90,000 troops would be enough to deter Putin from making any sort of attack...
~Shrimp~ Our government, all of them, have gotten us into one shit show after another over many of years but Sleepy Joe Biden is dropping the ball on EVERYTHING! Well, except for telling us, what his favorite ice cream is. The doddering old fool is pretty consistent with pointless junk of that sort. The United State's domestic and foreign affairs are at an all time low. There's nothing that this administration full of Jests haven't fucked up and honestly; not one of them can honestly be this fucking dense. They've got to be screwing up this bad on purpose and I wouldn't be surprised if we all end up in World War 3 sometime in the near future because of these wolves in sheep's clothing!
~Shrimp~ Well said Joe, numbers certainly don't lie! Our fuel prices are extremely high and going up, I wonder why that is... Well, it turns out when you gut domestic fuel production and cut off the construction of a vital oil pipeline as well as sanction Russia with useless sanctions all while pissing off another huge oil producer in Saudi Arabia, the fuel prices; they rise... Who would of thought?!? I certainly wouldn't have imagined this would've been the result of so many anti-fossil fuel policies!
~Shrimp~ Do you know what high fuel prices affect? Transportation costs, which in turn, raises the cost of all goods both produced domestically and imported!! Not only that but it also increases the price of producing the goods! Come on man! Joe, you've been in politics for 40 years, you already know this! You're intentionally sabotaging the United States.
~Shrimp~ Voters need to be more aware of who in the hell they're voting for, otherwise they need to stay away from ballots! This disaster we've got, right now, is partially due to too many people not doing their research! Instead, they wanted to vote for who they were lead to believe was the nice guy... If these naive voters had looked into both individual's past and their previous policies. They'd of seen that neither was perfect but historically; Joe Biden was EASILY, the worst candidate. It wasn't even close folks!!!
(Suddenly, we hear a voice say, "Would you shut", there's a short pause, "The fuck-up!" The last the words were finished just as something slams into Shrimp's face. The small spit-fire instantly grasps at the side of his face.)
~Shrimp~ OUCH!! What was that for!?!
(A familiar figure walks into the view of the camera, "SFT's Wild Card", Rumpke.)
Rumpke: I was tired of hearing you ramble, on and on about Joe Biden. We get it already, he's absolutely terrible at his job... Besides, you wanted me to help you train so you could improve your in-ring performance and when you rant like that; you're wasting my time!
~Shrimp~ Oh!.. Excuse me!... It's not like you had anything better to do! What would you do, go find a new way to get polluted?
--Part 2--
(*Rumpke starts to respond when Shrimp instantly cuts him off. Rumpke smirks while listening to the little firecracker.*)
~Shrimp~ AND!!! It's not like I'm not paying you. Come to think of it, I don't even know why I'm paying for this training. I mean, COME ON, it's not like you've done anything relevant in SFT for what? A year now!?!
(Rumpke's eyes glare with seemingly malicious intent as he hand's the much smaller Shrimp a piece of protective head gear. He then says..)
Rumpke: Put that on your head.
(Shrimp looks at Rumpke with a puzzled look as he observes the brawler putting boxing gloves on. Shrimp then asks..)
~Shrimp~ Why all of the protective gear? Where are the weights? Aren't you going to help me bulk up, like you?
(Rumpke's smirk slightly grows as his head nods while his shoulders casually shrug.)
Rumpke: Yeah, sort of.. Something like that..
~Shrimp~ I want some gloves, why don't I have any?
Rumpke: Handicap.. A pipsqueak's like you, needs handicap...
(A look of shock sweeps over an obviously appalled Shrimp. With a red face Shrimp yells.)
~Shrimp~ Pipsqueak!?! I'll have you know....
(Shrimp, didn't get to finish his sentence due to Rumpke quickly firing off a right handed hook that nailed "The Saucy One", directly in the face. The punch, it had enough force to bounce the back of Shrimp's head off of a locker shortly after the initial connection. Dazed, Rick falls to his knees and then flat on his face. Rumpke chuckles momentarily as Shrimp squirms in an effort to get back up to his feet. )
Rumpke: Looks like we might want to get you some more handicap. Perhaps a football helmet, but before we do; I could use a drink... Would you like something?
(With a smile on his face, Rumpke reaches down and grabs Shrimp by the shoulders in order to help the man up to his feet. Shrimp delivers a low blow that forces Rumpke to buckle over. The drunk grimaces with a red face while trying to catch his breath.)
~Shrimp~ Uh hu! Looks like you need some handicap also, prick!!! When you recover, I'll take a tea!
(The scene fast forwards 20 minutes later.)
--Part 3--
(We see Shrimp with a glass of tea in his hand, he takes a drink only to instantly spit the contents out with vigor. Then, with a grimace on his face, he yells.)
~Shrimp~ That's not tea!!!
Rumpke: Sure it is, Long Island Iced Tea.
~Shrimp~ That's a cocktail! I asked for tea...
Rumpke: Hey, that's the closest I've got in this locker room. Take it or leave it. Besides, every shrimp needs a cocktail. Quit being a puss and drink it, then go cut your promo!
(Rumpke begins drinking from his fifth of Kentucky Cornshine. Shrimp cautiously looks at the "tea", before taking a small sip. His senses doesn't even take a moment to process the intensity inside this long island iced tea. He grimaces once again before setting the nearly full glass on a counter and walks out of the locker room while saying.)
~Shrimp~ All yours..
(The scene cuts to an undisclosed location backstage at the arena. We see Shrimp staring at the camera with a mischievous smirk on his face.)
~Shrimp~ Sucking up to me, will not get you anywhere with me Cassandra.
~Shrimp~ You know, one glaringly depressing reality about my upcoming opponent for Titans 133 is that Cassandra is delusional enough to believe that this match will be a battle, Pshh... Truth be told, the self-proclaimed royal highness hopes with all of her heart that I won't show up! I've already heard from a reliable source backstage that she's frequently been calling in, trying to figure out if yours truly has been spotted anywhere, AHAHAHA! What, a chump!
While this has been going on, she's going to do the best she can to talk herself up, while hoping that everyone forgets exactly how pathetic she is and has been in her SFT career! Cassandra has had two matches since her newest ego project took off in SFT. Now tell me something, how many did this cupcake win? That's right, not a damn one of them! Her pathetically dismal return isn't going to get any better on episode 133 of Titans because "The Saucy One", is here! And! He's going to deflate this supposed "queen's", larger than life ego!
I realize that I rarely show up for my matches on Titans. Out of many matches, I've tried only two different episodes and I won in both of those attempts! And, while I may only show up to a match once in a great long period of time, this buttercup shouldn't be fooled by my large string of losses. That's because, when I do show up, I own that ring, it's, mine! And! that's not about to change now!
(Shrimp smirks as his head vigorously nods up and down.)
~Shrimp~ Back to Cassandra's poor excuse of a return.. You've not won either of your matches since your supposed, "glorious" return began! One of those matches was against SFT's largest charity case, Travis Deacon-Hall who "was", by far, the worst competitor in SFT before your arrival. Notice I said, "was". That's because Travis was the most pitiful case here, until he defeated you! AHAHAHA!!! That in itself makes you officially the worst competitor in this dismal age of SFT wrestling. How does it feel knowing you're utterly useless in the ring? Cassandra, why don't you do everyone a favor and retire, for good! And I'm not talking about just retiring from SFT, I think you should also retire from your main ego project in ICW also!
In all reality princess, you can forget about having a good showing, yet alone any sort of victory against this Shrimp! Had you not of tried using me to catapult your piss-poor example of a return, when you knocked me out with a cheap shot not too long ago. I might of chose to stay home this event which would have allowed you to FINALLY" get a win under your return. But! You didn't care then, so I don't give a damn now! Someone put a fork in Cassandra, she's done and the little lass is starting to realize it!
To be fair Cassandra, the truth is that the only reason someone as pathetic as you could ever knock me out is due to the undeniable fact that I wasn't looking! Now that I am going to be focusing purely on you, you're not going to stand a chance against me! Cassandra, your jig, it's in a similar state all of the dumb ass democrats running around this country, it's finished!
You know, I simply can't fathom how you could be so delusional, to the point where you're dense enough to actually believe that you qualify to be the Queen of SFT... First of all, I thought that was Louis Cypher's title!?! He makes quite a bit more sense rather than a weak diva like you! Hell, at least he's got somewhat of a respectable history in SFT.. Cassandra, what have you done in SFT? Two measly titles during a pathetically short push? Pssh... Strong Queen? Dream on powder-puff!
Cassandra, who in the hell are you trying to kid with your condescending attitude, yourself?? Your "majesty", certainly isn't fooling me! I've got you pegged and you were stuck in checkmate from the moment this card was finalized! And, I'm having a blast tearing you down to the core where you're exposed to be the self righteous, good for nothing, parasite that tries to make up bullshit about yourself while you try to leech off of the crowds energy. You and me both know you don't give a damn about them. Your actions, more specifically the lack of actions make it obvious that you're just trying to help mend your broken pride! Then, if you would be able to accomplish that, you'd be gone, back to ICW to try using your previous actions in SFT to further build your unwarranted ego.
If we're being honest with ourselves, lets say you were "actually" royalty around here. If that was true (it's not but if it were), then that makes the whole roster look bad because you're down-right pathetic not only in the ring but also outside of it. Moving on from the glaring reality that plagues you which is your inability to produce inside the SFT ring.
There's a huge difference between you and I cupcake. When I dedicate myself to win the match I'm in, I accomplish exactly that. Please, stop trying to toot your own horn because it's only more embarrassing for you when you inevitably fall flat on your face! Not only does it make you look awful, it also makes SFT look extremely bad for allowing you out to the ring in the first place! Stick to what know, which isn't much! And, stay the hell out of my ring!
I feel awful for those underneath your wing at ICW, they never get to truly learn how to accomplish anything in the ring under your tutelage. Instead, they learn to be even larger nitwits than you! Your inability to back up your unwarranted ego is the only thing legendary about you!
Let me introduce myself to your "royal heinous", I am "The Shrimp", Rick Craig and come Tuesday; I'll be taking out the trash!
(The scene fades to black with a shot of Shrimp slyly winking at the camera.)
