Post by Lord Raab on Sept 12, 2019 11:31:21 GMT
A ton of tables and a ring on fire. Las Vegas, Nevada. Friday 19th January. (Off camera)
Because the training was going to be extremely dangerous, Samuel and Raab had their potential son Callum to be with Samuel's good friend for the night and it wasn't something they want to see, especially seeing his dad who could be burnt as well as Samuel could, well they can easily be burnt anyway with outside of the ring being on fire, but it was after all an inferno match Lord Raab was taking part in.
It made him over the moon on the fact he gets the chance to use the match to his benefit. He loves being in situations that are risky and dangerous and has nothing left to lose, especially the monster he was, he loves being in dangerous situations. It was such a blessing for Lord Raab to be in Carnage Wrestling, being in the world he loves and adores. He's been in every single hardcore type match at Carnage Wrestling's Supershows and he knew he made the right move.
However, the only losses he's had were against Will Prydor and Harry Hampton due to assistance by Tweeder. He knew he has to do better, especially he hasn't won a match for quite some time and people are doubting the monster side of him already, but the only way to improve was to by continue to wrestle with practice as he's completely fallen off the top since Callum came into his life.
They were in the gym, wrestling together as the goal was for Lord Raab to throw Samuel out of the ring, but also for Samuel's goal to throw Lord Raab out of the ring, but Raab's already felt fire before from Tweeder who burnt his face.
Lord Raab: “I can't wait to tear Tweeder's fucking head off after he cost me to win against Harry Hampton. That fucker is gonna regret he did that because I'm a fucking ticking timebomb, throwing him into the pit of fire.”
It was clear Samuel thought Lord Raab was very delusional right now as he was speaking to Samuel like he was Tweeder, but of course he wasn't, but it felt like it was, saying how he really felt, despite he wasn't in the room, but Lord Raab didn't care as begs Samuel Tweeder to come at him as he does with punching the daylights out of Lord Raab, attempting to already throw him out of the ring, feeling the burns he'll get from him. He knew he had to come back and get Tweeder as it was going to be a straight-up brawl without weapons except for tables as they had to get out of the ring to do so.
Lord Raab: “Is that all you got Sam Tweeder? Come on you fucking bitch, I'm gonna place your motherfucking ugly face on fire, burn it into fucking pieces.”
Of course, this fires Samuel up even more as he uses his strength which he's much bigger than Lord Raab and slams Lord Raab down very hard, even being the closest to placing somebody on fire with getting him out of the ring. Of course, there's one thing Samuel forgot and ignored, the flaming tables as it Lord Raab wanted to feel the extra heat from the flames, hitting near his face as he German suplex's Samuel down before he picks him up and suplexes him through the flaming table, having a sick smile on his face, while Samuel rolls around in pain, being completely burnt from the damage of the table. There were 3 more tables in the ring, along with gasoline and matches placed on the left-hand side turnbuckle.
Samuel got up with Lord Raab turning his back to him and easily throws him into the flames, feeling the flames attaching to Raab's body everywhere, even if they both put cream on before they started as Lord Raab went outside to drop to the floor and rolls around until the flame is out. Of course, Henry saw that with Raab as he quickly comes to the gym area to turn the flames off so Raab would get into the ring. Once he does, Henry turns the flames back on and the fight continues with Samuel and Raab beating each other with their fists before Raab says this.
Lord Raab: “You got lucky, but next time I got you trapped or distracted, I'll throw your fucking body to those flames.”
They continued wrestling for a bit until Samuel gets Raab on the mat floor with each hit having to raise higher and hotter with the flames as Samuel picks up gasoline and places it on the table before getting a lighter to place the table on fire. Lord Raab got up and while he tried for a DDT, Samuel caught Raab with a power slam right through the flaming table with Raab that's now rolling around in flames, feeling the amount of heat he had from being thrown to the table.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Raab got up and speared Samuel through the ring, placing him into the flames as now Samuel has to go outside to stop, drop and roll method as Henry turned the flames off temporary for Samuel to get in the ring, but Raab goes under the ring to get some chairs thrown in the match as it wasn't over until either Raab or Samuel get thrown in the flames again. Samuel comes back to the ring and Raab asks him.
Lord Raab: “Ready?”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Henry turns the flames back on again as he watches Raab and Samuel really beating the living shit out of each other, almost leaving each other for dead, especially when both of them used steel chairs to hit one another with like swords, until Raab stabs Samuel in the chest with a chair that made him go on his knees as the guys could be bleeding by now which was hard to see cos of their clothes being covered up, but there's no question that both Raab and Samuel were enjoying the match they had together, even if they just practiced for Raab's inferno match, they had to do something then the same old stuff they usually do.
Raab and especially Samuel were getting very tired now, especially they were sweating like crazy as Lord Raab decided enough was enough as he throws Samuel into the flames which he once again goes outside to do the method he did earlier and Henry turns it off as Raab says this.
Lord Raab: “That's enough for today. Think I've done all I needed to do.”
Henry Losak: “I understand, however it feels like it's been ages since we last talked Carnage Wrestling business together.”
Samuel comes back, but Henry says this.
Henry Losak: “I need to talk with Raab alone as I haven't talked about Carnage Wrestling business with Raab in such a long time. Good job today, get your stuff packed while we're waiting and I'll see you outside the gym to go.”
Samuel wanted to grab some water as he does before he goes back to the apartment to get his clothes and things packed for the journey to Brooklyn, New York for his match against Azrael they talked about on Thursday, Henry sits Raab down after giving him a Powerade drink as he begins to speak.
Henry Losak: “It's good to be able to talk Carnage Wrestling business again.”
Lord Raab: “Likewise.”
Henry Losak: “Forgive me for being behind, but what's the deal between you and Tweeder?”
Lord Raab: “It all started with Tweeder burning my face into pieces during the war games match which stung quite a lot as you know, but then I got my own back by attacking him from behind and doing a bunch of moves to get him pretty fucked up. Then he cost me to win against Harry Hampton which he won by a count out.”
Henry Losak: “It's unusual that it's not you starting trouble for once.”
Lord Raab: “Very, but it just makes me want to fucking win. I treated Samuel like he was Tweeder in the ring because I'm fucking pissed off with wrestling right now with losing to Harry Hampton, then losing to Bill Ryder and, Chris Crippler who decided to side with Team Samson because they all suck his dick to gain success.”
It was a heavy feud between Team Samson and Black Asylum and it was causing a ton amount of stress on Lord Raab, being unable to handle the situation he, Samuel and Oliver Black were in. Of course, they were too much of bad guys to call Konrad in to help them as he clearly had problems on his own, trying to cut weight to be in the Junior Heavyweight tournament in CWC.
Henry Losak: “They do, don't they?”
Lord Raab: “Pretty much how well Tweeder sucks on Kyra's tits, along with his bullshit invitational challenge he did while I was in Germany. I can't wait to pound the fucking guy's head until the fucker bleeds to a point he can't fight me anymore, throwing him into the pits of hell of him being burnt to death.”
Henry Losak: “That's a bit much, don't you think?”
Lord Raab: “Maybe, but I need to be more fucking dangerous right now as I'm spitting angry, much like the flames going wild as they did. I need to win, no two ways about this fucking match. I'm gonna burn him and make him stay on fire until I'm happy to see him squealing like a bitch in pain from the burns I've given to him.”
Henry Losak: “It's clear to me we need to find somebody to come in here and train with us until we bring them into EHWF to add the numbers up in Black Asylum. I'm thinking an overweight man who wants to go out on a warpath with anybody. A guy who also will use Social Media as we need somebody like that.”
It was true, Lord Raab and Samuel needed somebody other than Oliver Black to tackle the twitter hate they were getting as Konrad had to deal with that lately, but never the less, it wasn't something that's important right now as Samuel only reached to the gym, waiting outside for Henry which he spots and says this.
Henry Losak: “Point is to look at the major weak points Tweeder has and what he's said about you in the past as well will also help. Anyway, got to go as Samuel's clearly ready to go to New York, while you focus on burning the motherfucker to hell, placing him in hospital.”
Lord Raab: “Of course I will Henry, stupid statement to make when my plan all along is to beat the shit out of Tweeder until I burn him and win the match, that's all I'm gonna do, along with extra weapon damage with tables being on fire so I can throw him into one to get things started, along with busting him wide open, tasting and wiping his blood on my body.”
Henry heard every word Lord Raab said as he stands up, patting Lord Raab on his back and he leaves the gym with Samuel to go to New York for Samuel's match on Sunday night, while Lord Raab had the place to himself for the night as he goes back into the apartment, plays a soccer game on the PS4 for a little bit before he heads straight to bed on his own, being pretty bored since Callum was at Samuel's friend's house until Monday and Samuel had to wrestle on Sunday night. He did housework through the next morning to keep everything clean before he flies to Baltimore, Maryland on Sunday as he goes to his hired apartment to sleep for the next two nights.
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Time to be burnt motherfucker ustream.com shoot.
“It's about fucking time we're fighting against each other, isn't it Tweeder dumbass? Oh yes, I called you a dumb ass as it's documented how long we've had this battle between us for some time. Yes, you're sneaky motherfucker to play tricks on me to cost me to win against a lack of understanding Harry Hampton, a fellow Scottish wrestler I might add. You may have been impressive in your bullshit invitational match you had back in December.
I know you're wondering why wasn't I apart of the invitational match? It's because I didn't fucking need to be. I didn't need to cheap shot your irrelevant ass to make a point before our match, involving the baking hot world of flames. I'm fucking over the moon on the fact I get to do more than making you bleed everywhere with my own fists and weapons being thrown into our match.
I know you've even called yourself a Carnage legend around here, but what have you done that's so legendary? Nothing because you haven't got a fucking single title to your name, have you? No surprises the way you keep leaving the company, turning your back on it because you haven't been able to handle the pressure.
Right now, I'm fucking spitting angry, not just with you, but with other shit, I have to deal with elsewhere, but that's not the point. The point is that you cost me a match against a fucking pretty boy who couldn't pin or submit me, yet because he couldn't you had to assist that man-child to beat me by count out. It's rather pathetic you've never attacked me in my face and always doing it in my matches.
How many times have I attacked you during your matches? Fucking none and when we did attack each other properly, it was in the war games match itself. I find you so god damn pathetic that you aren't the so-called legend most people think you are. Some say you might have some impressive matches against other wrestlers, but none I recall since I've been in Carnage Wrestling.
Have you ever had a title match since you've been here? It's quite clear you haven't done anything of a sort to be in this match against me. The sad thing is you said how Arsenal are better than FC Koln, but let me repeat that they were the only team to lead against Arsenal and nearly beat them twice. Of course, Koln beat them second match around in the Europa League cup, but Arsenal never treated FC Koln a threat, treating them like a fucking joke, yet with no experience in Europe for twenty-one years, overcame the big dogs of Arsenal.
Of course Koln only just missed out of continuing in the tournament, but I pretty much figure you are already blowing me off as a threat and telling the world how I'm not a monster because of not dominating matches, but I'm a monster because of my fucking temper and how I brutalise my opponents with a beating like I've never gone before. I will do that to you, especially you had plans to burn my face all along which you stated in the video because you wanted the world to see what I look like.
Which for some reason, you did achieve, but I always had spare masks in mind, even still got a spare green one I used for a different company, but I'm using this red one, despite the burns you got on my face, I will never wrestle without one because I'd be like everybody else with a normal face, but I'm not normal and I'm not even human at times. You're right, I'm an ugly motherfucker, not like these overrated good looking boys and girls these days who wear make up or always having a pretty face with girls and boys drooling one another.
I can admit that, but that just makes me even more dangerous as a wrestler to know I admit I'm ugly and I always will be because I didn't ever come to wrestling to look good like the others have, I came to fucking fight, beating the shit out of anybody which in this case you with a weapon to your fucking head until you're ready to be thrown into flames of hell, feeling exactly what I felt when you burnt my face.
It's time to get your just deserts when you'll end up wishing you hadn't done what you did to me these last few weeks, paying back everything you've done until you can no longer fight me anymore as I will aim to make you extremely weak from the damage I can do to you by bleeding on every single part of your body until you'll never want to face me in the ring ever fucking again. You're gonna have fucking nightmares about me when you're covered with a lot of burns, wishing you hadn't wanted to face me.
Tomorrow night in Baltimore, Maryland, you'll be ripped to pieces until you have no more fight left to give to me and you'll be blindsided to a point where I'll throw you into a flaming table first of all before smashing your head in with a chair and then I throw you out of the ring into the flames, smiling with joy and happiness when you'll suffer from pain and suffering from the burns of the flames, making your body cripple to a crispy turkey. Prepare to be burnt like a crispy turkey by The Masked German Monster.”
Because the training was going to be extremely dangerous, Samuel and Raab had their potential son Callum to be with Samuel's good friend for the night and it wasn't something they want to see, especially seeing his dad who could be burnt as well as Samuel could, well they can easily be burnt anyway with outside of the ring being on fire, but it was after all an inferno match Lord Raab was taking part in.
It made him over the moon on the fact he gets the chance to use the match to his benefit. He loves being in situations that are risky and dangerous and has nothing left to lose, especially the monster he was, he loves being in dangerous situations. It was such a blessing for Lord Raab to be in Carnage Wrestling, being in the world he loves and adores. He's been in every single hardcore type match at Carnage Wrestling's Supershows and he knew he made the right move.
However, the only losses he's had were against Will Prydor and Harry Hampton due to assistance by Tweeder. He knew he has to do better, especially he hasn't won a match for quite some time and people are doubting the monster side of him already, but the only way to improve was to by continue to wrestle with practice as he's completely fallen off the top since Callum came into his life.
They were in the gym, wrestling together as the goal was for Lord Raab to throw Samuel out of the ring, but also for Samuel's goal to throw Lord Raab out of the ring, but Raab's already felt fire before from Tweeder who burnt his face.
Lord Raab: “I can't wait to tear Tweeder's fucking head off after he cost me to win against Harry Hampton. That fucker is gonna regret he did that because I'm a fucking ticking timebomb, throwing him into the pit of fire.”
It was clear Samuel thought Lord Raab was very delusional right now as he was speaking to Samuel like he was Tweeder, but of course he wasn't, but it felt like it was, saying how he really felt, despite he wasn't in the room, but Lord Raab didn't care as begs Samuel Tweeder to come at him as he does with punching the daylights out of Lord Raab, attempting to already throw him out of the ring, feeling the burns he'll get from him. He knew he had to come back and get Tweeder as it was going to be a straight-up brawl without weapons except for tables as they had to get out of the ring to do so.
Lord Raab: “Is that all you got Sam Tweeder? Come on you fucking bitch, I'm gonna place your motherfucking ugly face on fire, burn it into fucking pieces.”
Of course, this fires Samuel up even more as he uses his strength which he's much bigger than Lord Raab and slams Lord Raab down very hard, even being the closest to placing somebody on fire with getting him out of the ring. Of course, there's one thing Samuel forgot and ignored, the flaming tables as it Lord Raab wanted to feel the extra heat from the flames, hitting near his face as he German suplex's Samuel down before he picks him up and suplexes him through the flaming table, having a sick smile on his face, while Samuel rolls around in pain, being completely burnt from the damage of the table. There were 3 more tables in the ring, along with gasoline and matches placed on the left-hand side turnbuckle.
Samuel got up with Lord Raab turning his back to him and easily throws him into the flames, feeling the flames attaching to Raab's body everywhere, even if they both put cream on before they started as Lord Raab went outside to drop to the floor and rolls around until the flame is out. Of course, Henry saw that with Raab as he quickly comes to the gym area to turn the flames off so Raab would get into the ring. Once he does, Henry turns the flames back on and the fight continues with Samuel and Raab beating each other with their fists before Raab says this.
Lord Raab: “You got lucky, but next time I got you trapped or distracted, I'll throw your fucking body to those flames.”
They continued wrestling for a bit until Samuel gets Raab on the mat floor with each hit having to raise higher and hotter with the flames as Samuel picks up gasoline and places it on the table before getting a lighter to place the table on fire. Lord Raab got up and while he tried for a DDT, Samuel caught Raab with a power slam right through the flaming table with Raab that's now rolling around in flames, feeling the amount of heat he had from being thrown to the table.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Raab got up and speared Samuel through the ring, placing him into the flames as now Samuel has to go outside to stop, drop and roll method as Henry turned the flames off temporary for Samuel to get in the ring, but Raab goes under the ring to get some chairs thrown in the match as it wasn't over until either Raab or Samuel get thrown in the flames again. Samuel comes back to the ring and Raab asks him.
Lord Raab: “Ready?”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Henry turns the flames back on again as he watches Raab and Samuel really beating the living shit out of each other, almost leaving each other for dead, especially when both of them used steel chairs to hit one another with like swords, until Raab stabs Samuel in the chest with a chair that made him go on his knees as the guys could be bleeding by now which was hard to see cos of their clothes being covered up, but there's no question that both Raab and Samuel were enjoying the match they had together, even if they just practiced for Raab's inferno match, they had to do something then the same old stuff they usually do.
Raab and especially Samuel were getting very tired now, especially they were sweating like crazy as Lord Raab decided enough was enough as he throws Samuel into the flames which he once again goes outside to do the method he did earlier and Henry turns it off as Raab says this.
Lord Raab: “That's enough for today. Think I've done all I needed to do.”
Henry Losak: “I understand, however it feels like it's been ages since we last talked Carnage Wrestling business together.”
Samuel comes back, but Henry says this.
Henry Losak: “I need to talk with Raab alone as I haven't talked about Carnage Wrestling business with Raab in such a long time. Good job today, get your stuff packed while we're waiting and I'll see you outside the gym to go.”
Samuel wanted to grab some water as he does before he goes back to the apartment to get his clothes and things packed for the journey to Brooklyn, New York for his match against Azrael they talked about on Thursday, Henry sits Raab down after giving him a Powerade drink as he begins to speak.
Henry Losak: “It's good to be able to talk Carnage Wrestling business again.”
Lord Raab: “Likewise.”
Henry Losak: “Forgive me for being behind, but what's the deal between you and Tweeder?”
Lord Raab: “It all started with Tweeder burning my face into pieces during the war games match which stung quite a lot as you know, but then I got my own back by attacking him from behind and doing a bunch of moves to get him pretty fucked up. Then he cost me to win against Harry Hampton which he won by a count out.”
Henry Losak: “It's unusual that it's not you starting trouble for once.”
Lord Raab: “Very, but it just makes me want to fucking win. I treated Samuel like he was Tweeder in the ring because I'm fucking pissed off with wrestling right now with losing to Harry Hampton, then losing to Bill Ryder and, Chris Crippler who decided to side with Team Samson because they all suck his dick to gain success.”
It was a heavy feud between Team Samson and Black Asylum and it was causing a ton amount of stress on Lord Raab, being unable to handle the situation he, Samuel and Oliver Black were in. Of course, they were too much of bad guys to call Konrad in to help them as he clearly had problems on his own, trying to cut weight to be in the Junior Heavyweight tournament in CWC.
Henry Losak: “They do, don't they?”
Lord Raab: “Pretty much how well Tweeder sucks on Kyra's tits, along with his bullshit invitational challenge he did while I was in Germany. I can't wait to pound the fucking guy's head until the fucker bleeds to a point he can't fight me anymore, throwing him into the pits of hell of him being burnt to death.”
Henry Losak: “That's a bit much, don't you think?”
Lord Raab: “Maybe, but I need to be more fucking dangerous right now as I'm spitting angry, much like the flames going wild as they did. I need to win, no two ways about this fucking match. I'm gonna burn him and make him stay on fire until I'm happy to see him squealing like a bitch in pain from the burns I've given to him.”
Henry Losak: “It's clear to me we need to find somebody to come in here and train with us until we bring them into EHWF to add the numbers up in Black Asylum. I'm thinking an overweight man who wants to go out on a warpath with anybody. A guy who also will use Social Media as we need somebody like that.”
It was true, Lord Raab and Samuel needed somebody other than Oliver Black to tackle the twitter hate they were getting as Konrad had to deal with that lately, but never the less, it wasn't something that's important right now as Samuel only reached to the gym, waiting outside for Henry which he spots and says this.
Henry Losak: “Point is to look at the major weak points Tweeder has and what he's said about you in the past as well will also help. Anyway, got to go as Samuel's clearly ready to go to New York, while you focus on burning the motherfucker to hell, placing him in hospital.”
Lord Raab: “Of course I will Henry, stupid statement to make when my plan all along is to beat the shit out of Tweeder until I burn him and win the match, that's all I'm gonna do, along with extra weapon damage with tables being on fire so I can throw him into one to get things started, along with busting him wide open, tasting and wiping his blood on my body.”
Henry heard every word Lord Raab said as he stands up, patting Lord Raab on his back and he leaves the gym with Samuel to go to New York for Samuel's match on Sunday night, while Lord Raab had the place to himself for the night as he goes back into the apartment, plays a soccer game on the PS4 for a little bit before he heads straight to bed on his own, being pretty bored since Callum was at Samuel's friend's house until Monday and Samuel had to wrestle on Sunday night. He did housework through the next morning to keep everything clean before he flies to Baltimore, Maryland on Sunday as he goes to his hired apartment to sleep for the next two nights.
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Time to be burnt motherfucker ustream.com shoot.
“It's about fucking time we're fighting against each other, isn't it Tweeder dumbass? Oh yes, I called you a dumb ass as it's documented how long we've had this battle between us for some time. Yes, you're sneaky motherfucker to play tricks on me to cost me to win against a lack of understanding Harry Hampton, a fellow Scottish wrestler I might add. You may have been impressive in your bullshit invitational match you had back in December.
I know you're wondering why wasn't I apart of the invitational match? It's because I didn't fucking need to be. I didn't need to cheap shot your irrelevant ass to make a point before our match, involving the baking hot world of flames. I'm fucking over the moon on the fact I get to do more than making you bleed everywhere with my own fists and weapons being thrown into our match.
I know you've even called yourself a Carnage legend around here, but what have you done that's so legendary? Nothing because you haven't got a fucking single title to your name, have you? No surprises the way you keep leaving the company, turning your back on it because you haven't been able to handle the pressure.
Right now, I'm fucking spitting angry, not just with you, but with other shit, I have to deal with elsewhere, but that's not the point. The point is that you cost me a match against a fucking pretty boy who couldn't pin or submit me, yet because he couldn't you had to assist that man-child to beat me by count out. It's rather pathetic you've never attacked me in my face and always doing it in my matches.
How many times have I attacked you during your matches? Fucking none and when we did attack each other properly, it was in the war games match itself. I find you so god damn pathetic that you aren't the so-called legend most people think you are. Some say you might have some impressive matches against other wrestlers, but none I recall since I've been in Carnage Wrestling.
Have you ever had a title match since you've been here? It's quite clear you haven't done anything of a sort to be in this match against me. The sad thing is you said how Arsenal are better than FC Koln, but let me repeat that they were the only team to lead against Arsenal and nearly beat them twice. Of course, Koln beat them second match around in the Europa League cup, but Arsenal never treated FC Koln a threat, treating them like a fucking joke, yet with no experience in Europe for twenty-one years, overcame the big dogs of Arsenal.
Of course Koln only just missed out of continuing in the tournament, but I pretty much figure you are already blowing me off as a threat and telling the world how I'm not a monster because of not dominating matches, but I'm a monster because of my fucking temper and how I brutalise my opponents with a beating like I've never gone before. I will do that to you, especially you had plans to burn my face all along which you stated in the video because you wanted the world to see what I look like.
Which for some reason, you did achieve, but I always had spare masks in mind, even still got a spare green one I used for a different company, but I'm using this red one, despite the burns you got on my face, I will never wrestle without one because I'd be like everybody else with a normal face, but I'm not normal and I'm not even human at times. You're right, I'm an ugly motherfucker, not like these overrated good looking boys and girls these days who wear make up or always having a pretty face with girls and boys drooling one another.
I can admit that, but that just makes me even more dangerous as a wrestler to know I admit I'm ugly and I always will be because I didn't ever come to wrestling to look good like the others have, I came to fucking fight, beating the shit out of anybody which in this case you with a weapon to your fucking head until you're ready to be thrown into flames of hell, feeling exactly what I felt when you burnt my face.
It's time to get your just deserts when you'll end up wishing you hadn't done what you did to me these last few weeks, paying back everything you've done until you can no longer fight me anymore as I will aim to make you extremely weak from the damage I can do to you by bleeding on every single part of your body until you'll never want to face me in the ring ever fucking again. You're gonna have fucking nightmares about me when you're covered with a lot of burns, wishing you hadn't wanted to face me.
Tomorrow night in Baltimore, Maryland, you'll be ripped to pieces until you have no more fight left to give to me and you'll be blindsided to a point where I'll throw you into a flaming table first of all before smashing your head in with a chair and then I throw you out of the ring into the flames, smiling with joy and happiness when you'll suffer from pain and suffering from the burns of the flames, making your body cripple to a crispy turkey. Prepare to be burnt like a crispy turkey by The Masked German Monster.”