02/19 Unleashed - DC Blood vs. Crazy Kidd

[+Donald $. Carlos+]

CCW Middleweight Championship Tournament
Quarter-Final Match #4

DC Blood

vs.

Crazy Kidd

The winner is one step closer toward Immortality, & becomming the inaugural CCW World Middleweight Champion.

(2 Promos each; now let's DO the damn thing!)

[+Donald $. Carlos+]

The screen fades in from black, & opens up to a shot of the parking lot area.

After a few seconds have passed, the screen distorts with a 2nd fade until we are treated to a view of the side of the arena.

A few seconds more, & a 3rd fade greets us with a close-up of a man in a black hooded sweatshirt; a burning cigarette hanging loosely from the right corner of his mouth. The hood is up, & covering most of his face . . . but that doesn't stop anyone from coming to the realization that it is, in fact, The Body Count's D.C. Blood.

He only chooses to acknowledge the cameraman's presence at his own convenience; inhaling from the filter of his smoke, & blowing outward in a long, drawn out manner, before clearing his throat to begins speaking:

D.C. Blood: "Ever since joining the unstoppable force that is The Body Count, I've found that people are quick to forget just how talented I am.

My skills are put into question; my worth to the company debated. After all, they do bring up a good point.

Just what have I accomplished thus far that would warrant such praise?"

Blood shakes his head in disdain, takes another drag from the cigarette, & holds the smoke in longer this time; allowing it to soothe the muscles of his throat, & escape through his nostrils, before tossing the hood back to expose his face.

D.C. Blood: "Well, the past is completely irrelevant. As are the critics . . . the fans . . . the haters; those people that are all quick to pass judgment on those that they don't understand. And it is for them that I remain breathing, so I may be the one to stear them clear of the ignorance that clouds their feeble minds.

And the mental cleansing begins tonight with my first opponent. Ironically, the same man that I debuted against in that hell hole called RMW . . . that man they call "Crazy Kidd".

Blood takes one last drag from the cigarette, exhales his smoke, & then flicks the butt off-screen toward the right. He then wipes his left forearm against his nose, spits toward the ground, & picks up where he had left off without missing a beat:

D.C. Blood: "I've beaten you once before, Kidd . . . & now, with the stakes raised, it is certain that victory awaits for my being yet again. The odds are always in my favor, but this confrontation is almost laughable. You truly stand no chance of beating me . . . & you would be well advised to just miss your plane, & consider a new career choice.

I will defeat you soundly . . . I will make it to the finals of this tournament, at Night Of The Immortals II . . . & I will become the inaugural CCW World Middleweight Champion. It is my destiny."

Blood then looks directly into the buzzing glass lens, & throws his arms up in an "X" over his chest . . .

D.C. Blood: "Because my name is D.C. Blood. And one way or the other . . . I'm coming for yours."

Blood remains in his trademark pose for a few seconds longer before the feed to the machine is cut. This ultimately causes the screen to:

Fade 2 Black . . .

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