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    Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Post Promos Here. Promos will be due Tuesday February 18th at midnight pacific time, 3am Wednesday eastern time. Good luck, happy hunger games may the force be with you Harry Potter.



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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Road to trust

    Jones- So are you telling me my partner for this week would rather team with their rival than with me?

    Really what did I do? How can I gain trust if I can't even team with them? Now i'm teaming with the guy I faced at the ppv yeah that team will stay together. I mean all I want to do is compete I don't want all this drama having to do with cwa.

    But I guess i'll have to find another way to gain their trust. I guess fighting with them isn't going to do the trick. Listen this is for the guy's and girls in the back. I'm not here to be some follower i'm not here to be apart of some club. I'm here because I crave competition and the fact that jimmy king might be gone for good makes me hopeful that I can get away from this trust issue and just focus on being a better wrestler.

    I hope my opponent can find a way to trust me if not this match could get very ugly. I don't know much about this vincent guy or jethro guy but it doesn't really matter if my tag partner hated me. I think the only one that will be fair and not judge me is the ref for goodness sake. Atleast I might have some fan support I guess.

    I know one thing I want to be able to have good matches with these guys. But without their trust who knows how this will go down.


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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Table of Speakers & Actions
    Name/Action Speaking Color/Action
    Vincent This color & Bold
    Amber This color
    River This color
    On the Phone Italicized

    Miami to Minnesota
    Prelude to a FWA Wedding


    As I sit at my desk in my office at the BIRD Imperial Industries in Miami, Florida, where a jeweler and personal security from from the Italian jewelry and luxury goods company, BVLGARI shows me several beautiful rings. I pick up the phone and dial my beautiful girlfriend, Amber.

    Hey baby.

    Perfect timing baby, I'm at the Mall of America shopping with my family.

    All of a sudden, I hear her family members yell into her cell phone “HI VINNY” causing me to chuckle

    Ok, I'm back baby. What's up?

    I'm going to be sending you a picture in a second. Tell me what you think.

    Ok???



    Oh my god, it is so beautiful. Ar..... are you proposing baby?

    Why yes I am. I know that I should do it in person, but the jeweler and the store's security from BVLGARI would only show me the engagement ring in my office for security reasons. Plus, I didn't want to wait until you got back from your vacation to propose. So what do

    Amber interrupts my question and simply responds with YES. Yes I'll marry you baby. I can't wait to get back there to put the ring on.

    I know baby, and I'm happy that you've accepted my wedding proposal. I've got to go, River just came in and he looks serious.

    Ok baby, bye. I love and miss you.

    I love and miss you too baby.

    Amber hangs up her cell phone and I hang up my phone as River motions to the jeweler and the store security to please wait outside of the room. As they leave I ask River what's up?

    Well, I have some interesting FWA News for you.

    Oh?

    Yes, you're tag team match with Jethro Warren where you two will face the team of The Iceman and The Reaping Hamster.

    Yes, what about it?

    Well, there are rumors that it will be The Reaping Hamster's last match.

    I lean back in my office chair as I place my elbows on the arm rests and interlock my fingers except for my thumbs which I have them touching each other. I lower my head with my eyes closed and use my thumbs to lightly scratch and rub my forehead while I let the information sink in. I shift in my chair as I place my left hand on the left arm rest and my right elbow on my desk with my chin resting on the closed fist of my right hand. I then sit up and readjust in my seat straightening out my shirt and jacket, then I straighten my black and crimson tie.

    Very well. IF this is to be his last match, then I will make sure that Carmine goes out with a bang. I may never have cared for him, but I do and will always respect Carmine, even though we do sometimes call him The Reaping Hamster, I still respected him.

    And what of your partner, Jethro and your other opponent the Iceman?

    Well, if Jethro gets in my way or tries to cost me the match, then I'll just have to kick his ass again. And as far as that CWA Transfer, Iceman, is concerned. Meh, he really isn't that much of a concern to me, as he is but a common goldfish in a tank full of piranhas. Until he actually makes an impact in the FWA, he will always be nothing more then a common goldfish.

    I then look over at the silver briefcase that holds the bloodied X-Division Championship.

    One day soon, that will see the light of day again, I promised it that... Anyways, if that is all, you can go get back to work and send the jeweler and his security back in so that I can pay for the ring.

    Yes sir.

    As River leaves, his cell phone rings.

    This is River? He then holds his left hand over the speaker part of his cell phone and looks at the jeweler and the security from the store. You three can go back into Vincent's office. River then turns his attention back to his caller. Are you away from your family? Good, so what have you learn about Jethro's and the boss's past?

    [I WIN]


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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    “A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.” - Joyce Maynard

    The scene opens to the sacked remnants of the office of former FWA owner Jimmy King. Things have been destroyed and FWA wrestlers took the place to task and almost everything is broken. PAJ stands in the middle of the room in the middle of the chaos. PAJ stands next to the broken desk of King and a barbed wire fence. PAJ is wearing a plain black hoodie and has gloves on. PAJ bends down and picks up a smashed picture frame and the last remaining picture of Jimmy King. It is King alongside PAJ, Ryan Hall and Ryan Rondo. PAJ smashes the frame completely away and holds the picture in his hands and looks down. There is no emotion. PAJ rips the picture in half and throws one half to the floor. We look down and see that he ripped off Hall and Rondo and then smiles at the picture of him and Jimmy King. PAJ stuffs the picture into his pocket. PAJ tramples the other half of the picture.

    PAJ: One thing I have been asked constantly since Aces High is Why did I turn on Ryan Rondo? Rondo has not earned loyalty from me. He is capable of backstabbing and I simply wanted to be ahead of the curve. I crave power. I crave respect and Ryan Rondo would give me neither. What kind of heartless beast would turn on his best friend? Not me. I turn on those whose purpose has expired. You no longer had Jimmy King keeping me passive. The floodgates had opened and it was open season for all three of us. Ryan Hall earned my respect. Ryan Hall treated me well. It ended and we move on. That is what Aces High was about. I am washing my hands of Ryan Rondo because he has no benefit to me. I have big plans and I don't need any help especially not from someone like you. I never liked you Rondo. You don't impress me. There was nothing I could take from you and nothing I could learn from you. I played nice because that is what was good for everyone.

    PAJ over exaggerates playing nice to Ryan Rondo, Imitating some of the good things he said about Rondo.

    PAJ: The Carnal Contendership was every man for himself. Only one of us could have faced Hall anyway so who better than me? Until I somehow tripped over my talent because no MAN threw me over the top rope and I refuse to believe that Gabrielle could do anything in the ring that would hurt my career and deny me my right. Nope. We both know that I would have beaten you had it come down to one-on-one at the end and that I would have wiped the floor with you so it was easier to do it then so there was no hope of you actually winning. It was mercy. I am a generous guy I give to those who need and you needed to get the hell of my ring quickly. You should be thankful anyway because I finally got you out of Devin Golden's shadow. You will forever be remembered as 'the guy that PAJ turned on in the Carnal Contendership' What a honour that will be for you. That is one to tell your grandchildren. They will look at you starstruck when they realise that you had the honour of being touched by my boot because I am what kids want to be today. I do what I said I will do. I have money, power, talent and amazing looks. There is no-one who wouldn't want to be this. You might think that Aces High was a nothing more than a broken promise of victory. You would be wrong.

    PAJ smirks and taps his head.

    PAJ: Aces High was what I promised. It was historic. “Team King” died. The end came. Jimmy King is no more in FWA and that is a travesty. It is the end of what could have been the greatest era FWA would have ever none. I will no mourn you, Jimmy. I will not forget you, Jimmy. It is time for me to focus on the one thing that actually matters in The FWA and that is, of course, me. The FWA traitors want to punish the forward thinking. The ones who dared to be brave and do something amazing and I guess I am first up or am I? A Barbed Wire Steel Cage match with Adrian Wolf. I can jump through whatever hoops you talentless pricks want but you will never scare me. No escape is just how I want it. You cant run like you did at Trial By Fire. You were scared of me, and lets be honest, I don't blame you. I am to be feared but I will NOT have you disrespect me again. You will NEVER run from me again. It is no I who will be punished. You might have gotten lucky and got a date with Ryan Hall in the main event at Back in Business, also known as my spot, so I am not in a great mood. I DESERVE the Undisputed Title shot. There is no-one in this company more deserving than me. I fought my way through the jokes, the funny looks when I came back to FWA for one more crack at something that I could never maintain. People thought I would be gone in a few months after sticking out like a sore thumb for a few months. I proved everybody wrong. I owe nothing to every FWA fan that made there stupid signs and all the jokes. There is one person that is responsible for my success and that is me. I broke the boundaries of what was capable for an 'LOW guy'. I am immortalised in FWA infamy. I was the first man to ever turn his back on FWA and sign a contract with CWA for as long as Jimmy King was in charge of FWA. I have a contract in FWA, not out of love, but out of hate, it isn't even a long term deal. I want to finish the job King started and tying myself to a company like FWA is just bad for my long term future. I fought for my job because FWA continued to disrespect me. That is what drives me Wolf. My greatest fear is not proving everyone wrong who ever doubted me. Jimmy King believed in me and I will forever be grateful to King. He opened my eyes to what FWA was. I am sick to death of the constant disrespect that I get from everyone in FWA. I am not the same guy that bailed on this company three times. I am the greatest superstar you have ever met. I have beaten the biggest names they can throw at me and I will add to that list by destroying Adrian Wolf something that I can't wait for. I have been waiting five years for my chance to finally end you. We have both had vastly different careers both have been successful but I am more than just a one company man. There is too much talent flowing in my veins for one company to contain. I am the saviour of this business because there is no-one else like me. I can wait and wait for my chance and when it comes along you better be ready because I will take it or do as much damage as I can before I fall. I have been stewing since May 5th 2008. That is a long time. Trial By Fire you ran like a little bitch before I had a chance because you knew what was coming. This time there is no running. This time it is PAJ Versus Adrian Wolf. The Prince Versus the Number One Contender. Many of the peasants are salivating waiting for this match. I know what they want. They want to see me be punished. They want to see my get shredded up. They want to see Wolf destroy me. Why do they want to see that? Why are the obsessed with seeing someone who is clearly much better than them be punished. No wonder most of them work in Walmart. They are animals and it becomes so much clearer why they love Adrian Wolf.

    PAJ smirks and pulls some wire cutters out of his pockets and takes a piece of Barbed wire from the fence that was in Jimmy King's office.

    PAJ: Wolf will stop at nothing to act like a caveman. He looks like one and he wrestles like one. You aren't fooling anyone by acting all deep and contemplative. I want to see the real you. The Adrian Wolf I met five years ago. The Adrian Wolf that was ready to tear everyone he met a new asshole. I want to see you fight. I don't want to wrestle you Wolf because that would be too easy. I want to be you at what you do. The Barbed Wire will not contain me because companies can't contain me. I am the best. You are my way of proving it and I get to kill two birds with one stone. I get to add you to the list of big names I have been in the last year and I get to finally get the one thing that has been gnawing away at me for the last five years. Those five years have defined both of our careers and now it is time to finally finish what we started five years ago. I know you inside and out I know that you like mind games...right...Wolfie?

    PAJ looks down at the barbed wire and stares at it before placing it on his tongue and busting himself open. PAJ continues even with blood pouring from his mouth.

    PAJ: How's this?

    PAJ smirks as blood pours from his mouth. PAJ continues to stare forward eyes wide open. PAJ takes a few tiny steps forward and begins to lean forward into the camera staring down Adrian Wolf with his blood soaked face. PAJ stays in that position as blood continues to pour out as the scene fades.

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    Drew, “Champion versus champion, everybody wants to see it...”

    The first thing that we open up to is a giant poster that has McLean and Stevenson on it, both with their respected titles draped over their shoulders and both in a stance that showcases such an epic looking match. Panning out from the poster, we see the current reigning Emerald Champion, a title that actually represents wrestling standing next to the poster with of course his Emerald title on his shoulder and he was dressed casual; no real need to be formal. With the green strap resting gently over his right shoulder, he points at the poster with what looks to be a smile stretched along his face.

    Drew,
    “... Well, that’s what the FWA wants you to believe anyway. See, this poster here – it wasn’t created by the FWA, oh no, that kind of stuff is reserved for the three or four people actually in the Main Event scene that everybody is tired of seeing there. Instead, I had it made because unlike the FWA – I’ll push this match to the damn moon because that’s what I do, I am the anti-FWA, the anti-Hall and I help build people and matches. Now I am very aware of the fact that you don’t need hyping McLean, I mean, hell, wasn’t it you who said over and over again that you “allowed” me to win the last time? I could be wrong on that because all of the stupidity here in the FWA has made me lose track on a lot of things but I am pretty sure that it was you.”

    Pausing, he flashes a very pompous smirk.

    Drew,
    “Now before you say anything Shane, I’m aware that you will mention how you are the first person to ever be a three time North American Champion and hell, congratulations on that, it’s a great feat but what you need to understand is that I am not impressed. I’m not impressed that you were once a member of the Unholy Uprising because what I have learned from this company is that if the suits see you as their meal ticket? You will get pushed to the moon while others who are ACTUAL wrestlers with legit in ring ability get pushed aside and why? Because as they told me once upon a time in a letter, I need to be more creative. They said that I need to utilize my promo funds better and create these stupid elaborate scenes which I find redundant in a WRESTLING promotion. So I was getting lectured for saving the company money but don’t you worry FWA, I have everything worked out where I’ll spend that money just like you had requested.”

    Flashing a mischievous smirk, we watched Stevenson walk forward to where several boxes with Stevenson merchandise was sitting on the ground. Reaching over and taking the camera away from the cameraman, Stevenson was now the cameraman as he held the camera on his right shoulder and aimed it out at a massive sea of fans waiting to get into the arena. Reaching down, he grabs a t-shirt and tosses it to a fan as they begin cheering him.

    Drew,
    “You see Shane, unlike you who is happy and content with the FWA – I am not and I will do what many of you are too afraid to do, that being to defy everything that they stand for. When yes men like you do everything that they ask you to Shane; there will ALWAYS be a guy like me who does what is right for the business and hell, I know that I’ll never be as popular as you in managements eyes because *I* tell it like it is, *I* am what the fans really want – an old school wrestler who knows how to PROMO and I give them that every single week. This week Shane, they want champion versus champion, pure wrestling style and *I* will give them EXACTLY what they want. When that bell sounds and you and I look into each other’s eyes? The first and last thing that you will remember is me dumping you onto your head with one HELL of a nasty suplex. See, you’re one of the few guys who this company, mainly the suits love and by that logic – that means that *I* have to beat you and to show them that their stupid ways of doing things are NOT what the people want to see. The people want wrestling, not the soap opera shit that they are force fed and *I* am the man to give them what they want.”

    While speaking, Stevenson, who still has the camera on his shoulder, continues throwing out boxes worth of free merchandise to the people.

    Drew,
    “So on that note Shane, you do realize that after I drop you with the best suplex in the business today that I will then lock you in that Career Killer, the most devastating submission hold in wrestling. You will either tap or you will snap, I don’t care which and after I have sent you to the back licking your wounds. The suits will take a deep breath, swallow hard and see that week by week, I am putting massive dents into what they thought was impenetrable armor. Oh yeah, they have all of their chips bet solely on you Shane because you are one of their yes men, you are one of the guys who holds records in their precious little books that they cherish so much and so after I beat you and trust me Shane, I WILL beat you...”

    Turning the camera around, he is now shooting a selfie.

    Drew,
    “... I am then going to do something that the FWA frowns upon. I am going to extend that challenge out to you for the FWA North American Championship WHILE holding the Emerald Championship as well. Oh yeah, I’m not vacating a damn thing and I’m not conforming to any rules because what I am is a WRESTLER, born and bred to wrestle. I am the best WRESTLER in the FWA, I am the best TALKER in the FWA and until I am BEATEN for MY championships? I will hold as many as my heart desires and not a soul can stop me.”

    Shaking his head, he means business.

    Drew,
    “See Shane and the rest of you who are FWA born and bred – I am not! I was a household name long before I got here, I am STILL a household name to this very day and I will be a household name long after I’m dead. So while all of YOU answer to the FWA? *I* answer to WRESTLING and wrestling wants it’s chosen one on top – not some corporate puppet who barely grasps actual wrestling knowledge or rides the fence on which side he wants to go like France.”

    Drew smirks,
    “I’ll see you very soon Shane!”

    Handing the camera back to the cameraman, he continues giving out tons of free merchandise to the fans which is costing the FWA thousands of dollars. Suddenly being engulfed and surrounded by the fans to where he can no longer be seen, we fade to black.

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    Once Upon A Time

    It has been a poor couple of weeks for Jason Gryphon. He took an embarrassing loss to Christian Quinn on the last Fight Night and came up short in his quest to get revenge on Ryan Hall. Jason lasted a decent amount of time in the Carnal Contendership, evening eliminated a Hall of Famer, but “The King of the Creatures” came up short. In an effort to put himself back into the headlines, Jason sent out feelers to FWA Management that he wants to challenge for the North American Championship but he has been ignored throughout the week. He then decided to go straight to the horses mouth and took to Twitter to challenge Shane McClean, the current North American Champion and the man that eliminated him for the Carnal Contendership Match, about a match but he hasn’t heard anything back. The only message that he has gotten from management is that he must now face Divine on Fight Night. This would not be the first time that he has faced that confused creature but there is now even more on the line than their was before because Jason needs to prove himselve after failing to win the Carnal Contendership and losing to Quinn a few week back. Is Jason Gryphon going to be able to confront the demons on his past without being consumed by them on Fight Night?

    An exterior shot shows a large brick building with beautiful cobblestone steps with ivy growing up the side of the it. Once we are inside of what appears to be a large library, we look for our hero as he takes a quiet moment for himself, reflecting on the events that have happened over the past fortnight. There are books on shelves as far as the eye can see. As we pan through the large collection of the written word, the sound of wood crackling in a fireplace can be heard. We finally see the fireplace which has a roaring fire inside of it with two chairs on either side of the fireplace. Seated on one of the chairs, we find Jason Gryphon as he is holding one of the large tombs of literature in his lap and a glass of brandy in his hands. Jason swirls the brandy in the glass to give it a chance to breathe as he flips through the pages of the book that he is readying. Jason appears in some comfortable clothing and with a pair of reading glasses on his face. Jason looks up at the camera with a smile on his face and he takes the reading glasses away from his chiseled face. He sets the glasses down on the table as he closes the book that he was reading.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    Hello My Creatures, I know that some of you have been wondering what has been going on in my mind recently after Ace’s High. I did not feel like speaking to anyone after the pay per view and I have avoided all media appearances. There have been several attempts to get in contact with me from FWA Management and FWA.com who want to talk about some of the amazing things that I did inside of the Carnal Contendership Match. If you have had your head buried under a rock for the past week, let me tell you what I did. I apparently did two amazing feats inside of that match. I was about to be eliminated from the match but my survival instincts kicked in and allowed me to walked over Ryan Rondo’s body to keep myself in the match. This may have not been my most amazing feat though; I eliminated a FWA Hall of Famer from the match. It may have been on accident but I took Ewan Edwards out of the Carnal Contendership. That fact did not sit well with some of you but in the Carnal Contendership, it is every man for themselves, and Ewan knew that. I tried my very best to make it all the way to the end but my path to vengeance was stomped with the new North American Champion Shane McLean. I cannot lie and say that I do not hold any ill will toward him with what he did, I mean he did ruin my chance to get my revenge, but the way I see it, when God closes the door, he opens up the window. The Carnal Contendership match is now in the history book and we must now look to the future and our new path to glory. Before we choose that path we must learn from the mistakes of history and there is no better place to learn than from books.

    Jason Gryphon rises to his feet and puts the book that he was reading up on the empty space of shelf where it came from.


    JASON GRYPHON:
    Emily Dickenson once said, “There is no frigate like a book, To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page, Of prancing poetry, This traverse may the poorest take, Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot, That bears a human soul!” She was a poor unfortunate soul that was tormented by her art. There are so many types of souls that bare the deepest part of their minds for the literary arts and you can find them all here. I would like to welcome all of you to story time at the Gryphon Hall of the Literary Arts. Inside of this library you will find some of the greatest works of literature throughout all of history, from The Iliad all the way to The Hunger Games. The greatest authors in the world have had their works placed inside of this Hall. Only those authors that have made an impact on society can have their stories here and through a generous donation from my family, anyone that wants to read one of this books can come pick one up and borrow one so that they themselves can enjoy these books and embrace the knowledge that lies within their pages. It is through the written world where he gain our knowledge and because of the collection that you see before you, anyone that wanted to learn has the opportunity to read about whatever their hearts desire. If they wanted to read about Tom Sawyer’s journey down the Mississippi or if they wanted to read about the alien invasion from the War of the World, they now have that chance. That is something that my family has given this world and it will be here for all time. I would like to read you a few stories from this hollowed hall so that I can educate all of you just a tiny bit. Now I want you to just sit back and enjoy.

    Jason goes over and picks up a book from one of the shelves before making his way back over to the chair by the fireplace.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    Let’s begin with a classic tale of power and corruption entitled “F-Hall of a King”. Once upon a time in a land far away there lived an evil King. Once, this King was a truly great warrior and a kind man who was beloved by all of the people in his Kingdom. However, in order to ascend to this throne, he used the dark arts in order to make his way to the throne. He used people that he had once fought side by side with in glorious battle to kill and pillage his way through the Kingdom. Once King had gained the crown, he was not happy just to sit his fat ass on it, he needed to make sure that the memory of who he once was destroyed as well. In order to make sure that this was accomplished, he aligned himself with a corrupt politician that used his money to try to control everything for the King. He was even able to turn some of the wisest and most powerful villagers against the kingdom and post them under his control. The villagers in the kingdom soon grew tired of their control and a revolution grew up out of the land. Soon the evil politician was cast out of the land by a brave warrior that wore the emblem of a Wolf on his shield. The King now has total control of the Kingdom and while the Wolf will try to stand against him, lying in wait for the evil King is someone who can finally stop him. There is a creature with winged feathers and a lion’s strength that is waiting in the wings for the Wolf to fail so that he can get his revenge on the King for stealing something that was precious to him. HE WILL GET HIS REVENGE! Now onto the next chapter…

    Jason thumbs through the pages of the book until he come to the next story that he would like to read to the people.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    The next story is called, “McClean Getaway” and it is about one of the most honorable men in these books. Once upon a time there was a young man named Shane and he was one of the greatest men in the entire Kingdom. He was someone that everyone could count on and he would always stand up for what was right, always wanted to do what was best for those that counted on him. He held many trophies from his battles with evil and held them up with great esteem. However, one day there was a new warrior that can into the Kingdom and he was just as noble as the man himself, maybe even more so. He lived for the admiration of the crowds when he went into battle with those that would do horrific things to the villagers and spew their bile to try to turn them towards their evil ways. This man had everything needed to become the true champion for the people and this began to threaten the man named Shane. In order to make sure than this new brave soul would not get his chance to challenge the evil King and bring peace and harmony to the Kingdom, Shane made a plan to throw the challenger out of the battle so that he himself could try to once again gain the admiration of the crowd that was turning to this new man. He plan succeeded, he took out the new challenger, and gains another trophy on the same night. Now this young challenger only has one thing on his mind and it is to take away the trophy that Shane treasures. His last words before training for this upcoming battle were said to have been, “YOU TOOK AWAY MY CHANCE AT VENGENCE SHANE, SO I AM GOING TO TAKE AWAY YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP!”

    Jason coughs lightly to clear his throat before flipping through the book to get to the last story.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    My final story today is going to be called, “Him or Her” and it about a confused young soul who could not decide what they wanted to be. Once upon a time there lived a young person, let’s just call it Divine, and Divine is what the villagers like to call a SHIM. Divine wasn’t quite a she and wasn’t quite a him, that’s why it was called a SHIM. Now Divine want more than anything to try to prove itself as a brave warrior to all of the other fighters in the kingdom but this could never be as the Evil King would not allow a SHIM to participate in the tournament games. With such disappointment in its heart, Divine ran out of the cobblestone steps of the kingdom and made her way out into the forest, the large pine trees blocking out the sun from shining through. In the darkness this unfortunate creature found a rotting cabin and as she walked up to it at disgusting old witch made her way out of the cabin. This old witch was named Ayla. She used to be in the court of the Evil King but was cast out of the Kingdom for being too disgusting to live amongst the villagers anymore. This evil witch could sense there was something different about the person that was standing there before her and she invited Divine inside of her rotting cabin right there in the woods. Ayla told Divine that she has the power to make the SHIM a brave warrior. Divine was so delighted when she heard that until the evil witch told Divine that it would come at a great cost. The cost would be so great that any normal person would have walked away from the deal right then and there but Divine did not. She wanted more than anything for her wish to come true that she agreed to the witch’s terms right then and there. The price for Divine’s rise to glory would be HER SOUL!

    Jason laughs wickedly and he flips through the pages of the book that he is reading.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    From that point on, Divine became the witches little pet and her only purpose in live was to do her mistresses’ bidding. Soon, the duo made their way back to the Kingdom and tried their best to start over but there was a price put on their head by the Evil King. The King sent out his greatest warriors to stop the duo from achieving their evil means. Together, the duo were extremely powerful and could not easily be stopped, several of the King’s top men fell in battle against the Witch and the SHIM. However, the cost of having to continue the fight against men that were determined to wipe the duo from the face of the Earth became too much for the duo and they retreated back into the woods, lying in wait for a time when they could return to achieve their goals. That time soon came when the Evil King met with the Evil Politician. They were too busy trying to keep the Kingdom whole during the peasant uprising to worry about the Witch and the SHIM. They both returned to the King and challenged two of the greatest warriors in the Kingdom for their titles but after a valiant battle, the Kingdom’s warriors prevailed and dispatched with the SHIM and the Witch. They now lie in wait, dreaming of the next time that they may rise up and challenge for the right to challenge for title in the Kingdom. There is one person that can stop them though, The Gryphon. The creature that once fell to the hands of the SHIM and the Witch has trained his heart out since the time of their last meeting and has been waiting for the chance to avenge the embarrassing loss, a loss that…STILL HAUNTS HIM!

    Jason Gryphon rises from the chain again and tosses the book that he was reading into the roaring fire. A gust of black smoke rises out of the fireplace and the large book begins to burn to a crisp. Jason looks into the camera with a fury in his face that hasn’t been seen recently.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    It was around six months ago and it was around the time that I first came to the FWA. I had gotten my first victory in a tag team match with Michael Garcia in a dark match of the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year and I was ready for my next challenge. The upper management…whoever they were, it has changed hands so many times in the past 6 months that I can no long keep track, decided to test Michael Garcia and I again by putting us in a match with Divine and her tag team partner. Thanks to Michael Garcia’s pathetic hatred towards me, he cost our team a win again Divine’s team. It may have been because of his interference but it still counted as a loss against me, one of the most humiliating on my record. Getting pinned by that freak of nature is something that still haunts me in my darkest nightmares and it is something that I cannot run from any longer. Now the winds of change have blown and I am not the same Gryphon that I once was. I have been through many epic battles and I have accomplished thing that the SHIM and his or her mistress could only dream of. Now comes the time where I can put everything that I have learned over the past 6 months to the test and rewrite the mistakes of the past. Divine, you have the unfortunate task of stepping into the ring with a very pissed off Mythological Marvel. This week on Fight Night, I am not only going to beat you, I am going to dismantle you! You seem to think that it is just fine and dandy for you to quit this business every two months and walk back into it like nothing has ever happened. I am been here for the past six months, through the good times and the bad, and I am not going anywhere. I have been here for my creatures and they have been there for me. If you had something to fight for in this company, maybe you would choose to tough it out but no, the only thing that you care about is yourself. I am going to do this to you these week that are going to made the pretentious folks over at GLAAD’s head explode. I am probably going to have to go on Ellen and apologize for the kind of suffering that I am going to bring down upon you. Do yourself a favor Divine, don’t show up, and just run, it’s about your speed.

    Jason tosses the glasses that he was wearing to the side and unbuttons his collar before he continues to talk.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    I told you all of these stories to because they needed to be told. The Evil King, The Brave Warrior, and the SHIM are just three stories that now make up the FWA but there is one story that people seem to have forgotten lately, mine. I have been sitting idly by waiting for something to happen, something that will make my career matter again, like it did when I was fighting Garcia and defending my championship. One thing that I have learned is that things do not just happen for people that sit around and do nothing with their lives. If they want something to happen, they needed to make it happen for themselves. I have been with this company for six of the longest months of my life and there are days that I think I have not made a bit of difference. Now after everything that I have done for this company at the risk of my own healthy and sanity, I am being forced to go back to the beginning. It is if the blood and the sweat and the tears that I have shed over this company has meant next to nothing. This is something that I now understand. In order to effect change in this company, I have to stop being who I am and become something much...darker than what I am. I have tried to be the light that everyone could bask in but that did nothing but cost me my X-Division Championship. I have to be able to tap into the darkest parts of my soul in order to get things done in this company. A Mythology, our Mythology must be able to change and evolve if it hopes to survive here. We must do as we are asked to do but that does not mean that we cannot change the rules of the system along the way. We will not break the rules that have been laid down like other people have in their rise to glory but we will do what we must to survive. If upper management wants me, wants us, to start at the very beginning of our Mythology, THEN I WILL END OTHERS CAREERS ALONG THE WAY!

    Jason tosses this jacket off to the side of the room as he begins to sweat for the heat of the fire in the room.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    Last Sunday, I went into the Carnal Contendership Match with the hope of getting my revenge on Ryan Hall for everything that he has done to me over the past couple of month. That dream was taken away from me by one Shane McClean. If a man does not have anything to dream about, what happened to that man’s soul? If you are not dreaming, you’re just sleeping, and if that is the case, then it is time for me to wake up out of this hibernation period that I have been in recently. In order to get to the evil King, I am going to have to go through the best that this company has to offer. I will start at my own beginning and correct the mistake of my past. After that, the sky is the limit for this Gryphon and I will fly into the crystal blue sky. It has been to long since I have had championship gold around my waist and I am primed to fix that very soon by correcting one of my second mistakes. I took my eye off the ball for a millisecond and McClean was able to eliminate from the Carnal Contendership Match. That is mistake I will correct when I become the North American Champion. Yes, My Creatures, I want that championship around my waist and I want to take it from Shane McClean. He took my dream so I am going to take his championship. I need all of your help if we are going to make this happen. I need you to make your voices heard. In order to make our Mythology mean something again, We need to make our voices heard and it starts whenever you see Shane McClean, you need to chant our call, “We are Mythology!” When McClean has a match on Fight Night, “We are Mythology!”, When McClean is at the airport, “We Are Mythology!”, and even he is trying to eat at a resturant, “We are Mythology!” Scream it at the top of your lungs, scream it so loud that the Gods themselves will beg for your silence. We will make upper management hear our voice, we will face McClean in glorious battle, and we will take McClean’s championship. Once we have done all of that, we will get one step closer to dethroning the Evil King, Ryan Hall, and MAKE HIM PAY FOR OUR EMBARESSMENT!

    Jason Gryphon turns his back to the camera and walk over to the fireplace where he pours himself a scotch from the crystal glasses above the fireplace. He takes a quick sip of the beverage before he begins to talk again.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    Tonight I have picked up the pen that has been lying on my desk for the longest time and I have begun to write the next chapter of our story. The story of a gallant Gryphon that descended from the heavens to right the wrongs that were taking place in a violent king. In order to effect that very change, he needed to change himself. I will do just that on my road to becoming the North American Champion, a road that beginnings with Divine, goes through Shane McClean, and ends with Ryan Hall. I am going to have to go into the deepest pits of my subconscious and do things to people that I have never wanted to do before but in order to do that my creatures; I need you to be that voice in the darkness that stops me from going too far. I need you to be the ones that grip me tight and pull me from perdition if I get to deep into that pit. I know in order to what I want in this company, I need to win, and I need to win big, bigger than I ever have before. I have beaten a former World Champion in Devin Golden or Whyte Thunder or Chocolate Rain or whatever he wants to call himself these days. I drove Michael Garcia, Dave Sullivan, and Mac Michaud out of the company after I beat them. I have won big but I must win bigger. I will make our dreams come true creatures, I will WIN AT ALL COSTS!

    Jason rips his dress shirt off and the buttons of the shirt fly across the room. When the camera zooms in for a final shot of Jason Gryphon in his moment of reflection, they discover a new tattoo on his back. The word, MYTHOLOGY, can been seen in black ink, having been tattooed down Jason’s spine.



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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Wolf vs. PAJ


    The roar of Wolf's inner thoughts jettisoned to a deafening level as his hand was raised in victory yet again at Aces High. He was almost shocked to look out at his opponents, who laid battered at his feet, as he realized he was the only one left standing after the gruelling bout. As the crowd erupted with respect for him, one thought seemed to drown them all out with ease; I am going to BACK IN BUSINESS! A wave of ecstasy washed over him as he marvelled over his accomplishment, gleefully taking in the love pouring out from the audience. It was just over a month ago that he was leading an aimless life under Kings rule, ready to drift voiceless into the annals of history and onward into eternal oblivion. He would have just been a name among the series of names listed and documented for the sake of posterity, carrying no real significance and with nothing that would be carried on by the continuing generations that would grow to rule the Earth and die off. He would slip deeper and deeper into the oceans of names until he would become virtually undetectable in the millions of years of recorded history. This was not the case. There are still battles awaiting this man...



    As the FWA 24/7 logo and theme music fade, the words: "FWA 24/7 Presents Back in Business All Access" fade onto the screen. After a few moments, the words fade away. The viewers find themselves looking at a Todd Salum, standing at the very top row of the cheap-seats. The infamous FWA ring is behind him in the background, it appears that two men are fighting their hearts out, but we're too far away to see their faces. The crowd doesn't reach much further than ringside, but their cheers can be heard even as Salum tries to introduce the show...

    Todd Salum: Welcome to Back in Business All Access. We're live here on the road to Back in Business! Wolf has been taking on FAW hopeful, Christopher Emiya. Wolf has promised us all his take on his match against PAJ after the match, we're here to bring it to you! Let's go to ringside...

    When the camera switches, we see Wolf and Emiya exchanging punches. Both men are a bloody mess, bent chairs and broken tables are strewn about the ring. Emiya grabs Wolf and tries to hit him with a short-arm clothesline, Emiya ducks. Wolf delivers a crushing right-cross, Emiya drops. Wolf leans against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and signals the referee to count. The ref looks at him, Wolf just shrugs and walks over to the fallen hopeful. He lifts his arm, it drops... Wolf does it a second time, it drops... Wolf turns to the crowd and motions to the ref with a puzzled look on his crimson face. He picks Emiya's arm up one last time... It drops. Wolf just shrugs, and rolls him over. Wolf covers and slaps his own three count, calling for the bell on his own. The announcer comes into the ring and Wolf grabs the microphone out of his hand, he cocks his arm back and the announcer slides quickly from the ring...

    Wolf: Now THAT was a workout! Get this f*cker out of the ring... Bring the EMT's down, c'mon...

    The EMT's and trainers quickly file down to the ring, they begin to attend to Emiya. Wolf runs his hand through his blood-soaked hair...

    Wolf: Go on, give the guy a hand, he went toe to toe with me and will live to tell the tale... Go on douches, pop...

    The crowd gives a respectful ovation for the hopeful as he's carted to the backstage area...

    Wolf: See the thing people are going to say at the office tomorrow is: "Why, Wolf?" Why is it I do this? Why don't I just spar in a gym like everyone else? Why don't I just rest myself until Back in Business? Why don't I do nothing but lift weights, and wrestle out of situations in a training complex like everyone else? Because, I'm not like everyone else... See PAJ, it's like this, you are awesome! It is a travesty that you're not a major title holder here in FWA, and this is f*cking gospel FWA, so I hope this choch of a cameraman is picking it all up. You've set standards, you're raised bars and you've done it all with style. You're a man that can stay cool under pressure, you can get the job done. And that, PAJ, is why I respect you. I'm allowed to do that, and so are you... That is if you had any for me. Which you don't. So I guess I'm going to have to do what I do best... Beat it into you. No little angel on my shoulder, no thought process... Just pure, unadulterated anger. You are one of the most talented guys I have ever had the pleasure of kicking the piss out of. I can't say enough good things about you, which makes things so much more fun for me. It's no fun hurting someone you don't think can hurt you back... And if there is anyone in this company that can hold his own against me, it's you, PAJ.

    Wolf stops dead in his tracks

    Wolf: But this whole thing isn't about me and PAJ. This WHOLE F*CKING MATCH is about all the cocksuckers that allied themselves with Jimmy King and CWA. This match is a statement. This match is a punishment. PAJ turned his back to all of you people. Were I one of you people, I'd take that personally. Shit, why are you here? Why did you spend your hard earned cash on a ticket to this house show? How many of you have tickets to Fight Night too? You love this place as much as I do! DOESN'T THIS SHIT PISS YOU OFF!?!?!

    The fans explode!

    WOLF: I F*CKING KNEW IT! I MAY BE STANDING IN THIS RING BUT I'M ONE OF YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE BEEN! WHEN I WAS A KID, WRESTLING WAS THERE! WHEN I HAD A HARD TIME FITTING IN AS A TEENAGER? WRESTLING WAS THERE! WHEN I GRADUATED HIGH-SCHOOL? WRESTING WAS THERE! COLLEGE? YEP! DID I WANT TO GET INTO MY "CAREER FIELD"? NO! I WIPED MY ASS WITH THAT MILLION DOLLAR SCRAP OF PAPER AND WRESTLING WAS THERE! I'VE FOUGHT AROUND THE WORLD! I'VE FOUGHT IN BACKYARDS AND BASEBALL STADIUMS! ARMORIES AND ARENAS! ACTUAL FIELDS AND FOOTBALL FIELDS! THE QUESTION I AND ALL THESE FUCKING FANS POSE TO YOU IS DID YOU FOUGHT YOU WILL TAKE WHAT WE LOVE SO MUCH AWAY FROM US? GO F*CK YOURSELF!!! ONCE I GET MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT! AND WHEN I DO... When I do... AND I WILL! You will be BEGGING ME to TAKE what I love from you.

    Wolf wipes some blood from his face and walks to the corner of the ring he's being filmed from. He looks right at the cameras as he speaks...

    Wolf: This won’t be the first time that the two of us have squared off, and I certainly doubt that it will be the last. We have battled in that ring several times, and it’s always been billed as a bout of strength vs. speed, plodding, methodical destruction vs. fast-paced, unrelenting aerial attacks. I assume that this time will be no different. And this time, PAJ, like the others, I’ll simply remind you that no matter how fast you are, no matter how swiftly you fly about, I only have to catch you one time.

    The big man holds up a single finger.


    Wolf: And in that one moment, PAJ, when you realize that, like a fly stuck to the flypaper, you’re trapped with absolutely no way out, it’s then that I’ll pick you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left for you to fight with. So when you contemplate exactly how it is that you’ll bring down the Beast, how it is that you’ll make me go down to your skills, perhaps you should hope a similar situation plays itself out this friday as it did at Trial By Fire a few weeks ago. Perhaps you should pray to the gods that another distraction makes its way to the ring, that another inconvenience interrupts my work once again. Because right now, PAJ, I can assure you that I’m more focused than I’ve been in months. I can promise you that I have not been sharper, more driven, and freer than I’ve been. Ever since disposing of Jimmy King, I’ve found myself able to defend my honor and my power more effectively, dropping name after name in that ring and building my reputation back to where it should be as one of the best in this federation.

    He pauses, taking a breath.

    Wolf: I remain painfully aware of your accomplishments, PAJ, all of the belts and wins that you’ve been able to accumulate despite your size and severe disadvantages in that ring. One would be hard pressed to find someone who has worked harder than you have to get to where you’re at in this company. You’re respected, revered, and well-prepared for each time that you step into that ring. No longer do the masses look over you when they see your name on the card. Gone are the days that someone would assume a victory over PAJ simply because of his size compared to theirs. And let me be clear: I’m no different. Make no mistake, I’m not looking past you to Ryan Hall just yet. No, you may hear the confidence, the absolute self-assurance in my words as I talk about our match, but it is by no means already decided. Yes, if I catch you, I’ll end you, that much is for sure. But should you evade me, should you do what you do so often and keep your opponent on his toes, reeling, you could very well find a way to win. I’m not ignorant. I’m not foolish. You’ve done it before. Tomorrow night, you’ll aim to be the axe to my great redwood tree. It may take you all night, it may take the entire time limit for our match, but you could chip away at my base, take me down little by little, and emerge with your hand held high.

    He wipes a little more blood away as he pauses...

    Wolf: All that could happen, PAJ, but it won’t. You won’t cut my down to size. You won’t make an example of me for the few that still doubt you. You will come to that ring with all of your confidence and your ambition, and I will cut you down to size. I will remind the world one more time, like I have so well recently, that the Great Beast is still a force to be reckoned with. I’m not through in the FWA, PAJ, not by a long shot, and so I cannot afford to have slip up now, not even against someone of your caliber. From here until the foreseeable future, I expect myself to win every single time out, and tomorrow night is just another step in that process. It may be a match that doesn’t count for anything, but there’s little more that I value more, PAJ, and you’d be wise to realize that. You’d be wise to realize that I’m coming with all of the fire in my belly and the rage within my powerful fists.

    The big man clenches his fists, holding them before the camera and nearly filling the screen.

    Wolf: You will be the canvas on which I paint the picture for Ryan Hall, to see exactly what he’s gotten himself into come Back in Business. These hands will be the flypaper to your buzzing and elusive nature. I will catch you, PAJ, and I will rip off your wings. And when you lie broken and flightless at my feet, it won’t be you with your hand raised high. I was not picked by Jimmy King to be the face of a company. PAJ was the one to be picked.

    Wolfs free hand clenches into a tight fist that he shakes at the cameras as he speaks...

    Wolf: PAJ beat me.. PAJ has proven himself time and time again... In singles competition, in tag competition. He knows how to win...

    Wolf looks dead into the camera...

    Wolf: I just want to hurt people.

    He stares into the camera with an emotionless gaze, but it's hard to contain the rage and intensity burning behind his eyes... He climbs up the turnbuckle he's been standing in front of and addresses the crowd.

    Wolf: That is why I'm here tonight. I simply wanted to collect a paycheck, bust some poor guy's head open, grab a mic and tell everyone EXACTLY how I feel... I will get my hands on PAJ for his treason in a steel cage... But everyone else forgot... I don't f*cking care... I just want to hurt people. On friday Night, in this very building, in this very ring.

    The crowd pops for a moment...

    Wolf: ... I will do just that

    He stares down into the cameras from the turnbuckle...The image quickly fades from the screen, the FWA 24-7 logo fades in. It too fades... to black
    "You only need to hang mean bastards, but mean bastards you need to hang."


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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    “One does not simply start a promo against Drew Stevenson with anything other than immediate dialogue. But now, let me take you back, to 2007, where our story begins.”

    ~Gold & Jewels~

    In a boardroom, we see several plain and unremarkable business sat around a long desk. Contracting these men however, a young, handsome dreadlocked man with a huge white smile surveys them calmly as one of the suits talks about something to a series of nods.

    Businessman #1:
    “-upcoming Mile High pay-per-view still requires a main event, and I have put together a list of potential candidates for the spot Mr Robinson.”

    He hands a folder to the handsome black dude with the awesome hair whose descriptions in this have nothing to do with the fact that he grades these things. Honest. He flicks it open to the first page and mutters.

    Matthew Robinson:
    “Juvenile? Sounds like a lower rate bus fare…”

    At this moment the door to the boardroom bursts open and in comes a man with an over-emphasised strut in an over emphasised suit. His grey hair does not match his young face, and the blonde ponytail appearing at the back indicates this is a wig. He grins at the room, and the majority of the suits give him blank, stern or shocked looks. The original speaker is one of the stern category.

    Businessman #1:
    “Mr. McLean you were due to be here an hour ago.”

    McLean looks at this man and in an over-emphasised voice booms across at him.

    Shane McLean:
    “McLean? No, I’m Vince McShanon! Now, I believe we were about to discuss bringing a new championship to the FWA!?”

    Businessman #1:
    “Actually, if you’d been here, you’d know we are discussing the main event of Mile High-.”

    Vince McShanon:
    “You’re Firrrreeedddd!”

    Vince struts around to a board at the front of the room.

    Vince McShanon:
    “Now, as I was saying, the FWA needs a new Championship, something striking to the eye, innovative. And I have just the design for it!”

    Vince McShanon picks up a marker pen and turns to the board and begins to write on it. One of the suits yells out.

    Businessman #1:
    “Shane that’s a projector screen not a whiteboard!”

    McShanon ignores him as he etches his fine details on the board, looking impressed with his work as a bead of sweat runs down his face. Silent minutes pass as the suits watch with building interest and suspense. After much time-



    Vince McShanon:
    “There! It’s beautiful don’t you think?”

    There is a stunned silence, some of the suits tilt their heads trying to work out what they are looking at.

    Vince McShanon:
    “Behold, the X Championship! X represents an intangible, a changeable quality, and that is what this championship brings that no to her Championship does. Every time it is defended, there shall be a intangible element, the stipulation! One night it could be a ladder match, the next tables, cage, who knows! I guaran-damn-tee that only the toughest, most adaptable, most versatile wrestlers will be able to cope with reigning supreme of the division! They’d need to have giant grapefruits in their pants!”

    Vince gestures to his bulging suit trousers.

    Businessman #1:
    “That’s barbaric!”

    Vince McShanon:
    “So, we’re all in agreement?”

    Nobody speaks, but Matthew Robinson gives a nod of the head and Vince grins.

    Vince McShanon:
    “Excellent!”

    He struts to a door and opens it to reveal a cupboard, where the malnourished forms of two men squint into the light.

    Vince McShanon:
    “Allow me to introduce Tony Ray and Barry Dwight, who shall represent me on all business decisions made! Tony, Barry, go make it look like you have any actual authrotiy on this decision my puppets!”

    With that, Vince picks up strings which seem to be attached to their backs and uses them as life-size puppets to walk them out of the room. He turns to face the room.

    Vince McShanon:
    “Gentleman, with that sorted, I’m off to check that the talented kid Shane McLean is ready to make his debut, on Fight Night! Just remember, any decisions you make without me, make sure they are made with thoughts of swollen produce in your briefs!”

    Vince reaches down into his trousers and pulls out a grapefruit, which he tosses onto the table and it rolls towards the “fired” suit. All those around the table stare down at the fruit in disgust, and when they look back up, Vince is gone. The fired businessman pushes the grapefruit away with his pen and turns to Matthew Robinson.

    Businessman #1:
    “He’s mad! You can’t possibly let him make any decisions!”

    Matthew Robinson calmly turns to him.

    Matthew Robsinson:
    “Didn’t you hear what Shane said?”

    The business man looks puzzled.

    Matthew Robinson:
    “You’re Fired.”

    ~~~

    Shane McLean is no longer dressed up, instead he is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and of course the FWA North American Championship, and is dragging a large sack along the ground. A sign displays that we are now in the Baltimore Arena, home of this week’s Fight Night.

    Shane McLean:
    “There you have it, the story of how the X Championship came into existence, which has only previously been alluded to, but never fully told. Sure, I may have used a bit of creative license there, but the fact remains the same: One of my first acts upon joining the FWA was to design the concept for the X Championship. I was really pour of it, and knew it would succeed, and as my FWA career got under way I couldn’t wait to hold it. Turns out never happened, and as the upcoming bout is non-title, it still shall not. After I relinquished my position of power, I could no longer control certain aspects as I would have liked, and first thing to go was my specific detail that it be known only as the X Championship, but due to so many of the guys in the back mistakenly calling it the X-Division Championship, it ended up adopting the name. As I went on hiatus, I tuned in to FWA when I could bare to, and my heart broke as I witnessed my baby being defended in a singles match. As I planned my return, I began to design a new character, known only as “X”. An intangible masked star who would wrestle in a different style each night, and involve a different ode to match stipulations after each bout, with one sole goal. To capture the X-Division Championship, rechristen it back to it’s original moniker of X Championship, and bring back the concept of defending it in various wonderful, entertaining, heart stopping situations.”

    Shane grins with pride, but then his face falls.

    Shane McLean:
    “Turns out some folk remembered me, said my name value would be wasted under a mask as a new character, and that I should come back higher up the card, and so ended that dream. But I could still hold pride in fathering the Championship that saw the early rise of such phenomena’s as Darnell Porter, Mac Michaud, Ryan Rondo, Devin Golden and even Wolf. The X Championship, in whatever form, is my true gift to the wrestling world, from the inaugural reign of my friend Lt. Wyoming, all the way to it’s current holder…”

    Shane pauses, considering something.

    Shane McLean:
    “The current holder did indeed share part of my dream I suppose. He has renamed it, wants to add stipulations to it, though not the type it was originally solely intended for…he wants it to represent Pure Rules. And that, is why I, have this!”

    McLean drags the sack in front of him and lets it drop, and it wriggles about as a man frees himself from it. A man in a tweed jacket, looking rather ruffled, but some may recognise as Dr. Frank Evad, Shane McLean’s former Purity Mentor, a wholesome, polite delight of a man.

    Dr. Frank Evad:
    “What the Fuck Shane!?”

    McLean stares at him in shock, and-

    We interrupt this promo for today’s FWA kid's trivia!

    Has an F-bomb ever been dropped in a Shane McLean Promo? If so, write down the last sentence in which the word ‘Fuck’ was last used and you can win your very own Bobby Thunder plush toy! All you have to do is post your answer and $10 from Mom’s purse to Shane McLean’s Fucking Quiz, 38 Flange Way, Glasgow! Now, back to the promo!

    says nothing as Evad gets to his feet.

    Dr. Frank Evad:
    “You could have just asked me to come along rather than drugging me, taking me a 17 hour drive in the trunk of a car, and dragging me around with a limited oxygen supply!”

    Shane McLean’s lip trembles.

    Shane McLean:
    “I’m sorry, I thought this would remind you of the good old times.”

    Frank Evad shakes his head in frustration, but his voice has softened.

    Dr. Frank Evad:
    “What is it you wanted Shane.”

    Shane McLean:
    “Well, see Frank, I’ve gotten a little bit rusty to all the things you taught me, and on Fight Night I’ve got a guy who preaches about being the best pure wrestler in the FWA, and wants to face me in a Pure Rules contest…sound familiar?”

    Dr. Frank Evad:
    “So, Draven St. Germain is back?”

    Shane McLean:
    “See! That’s the point I’m making! Cheers Frank, send me a bill for your flight tickets.”

    Shane starts to walk away.

    Shane McLean:
    “Drew Steve-.”

    Dr. Frank Evad:
    “Hold on! You brought me all this way to deliver one line in a damn promo!”

    Shane looks scared and quickly grabs the sack and pulls it down over Frank. He spins him around a few times in it and he staggers off in the sack before tripping over. McLean starts to walk away.

    Shane McLean:
    “Drew, we’ve never faced each other before, but in reality, I’m more prepared for this than you think. Draven St. Germain employed this entire gimmick, and yet, I bested him in a best of five pure rules series. Technically, that makes me the best pure wrestler in the FWA, so it is actually you who has to prove yourself in this stipulation. All I have to prove, is that you holding the “Emerald Title” is not able to defeat me,the holder of the FWA North American Championship. I knew we’d cross paths, The Diamond Vs The Emerald, it was a lock really, but we already know which is the more precious stone. Step into the Diamond Ring Drew, and invoke whichever rules you want, because you need to cement yourself into FWA’s history, something you do not deserve after attempting to abandon us. Eight years ago I started out here, and I’m better than ever, I’m shining more than ever before. But the Emerald could still be crushed to dust and blown away in the winds of change. But me, I’ve proven, Diamonds are Forever, and forever has a long way to go yet!”

    McLean grins, and suddenly Dr. Frank Evad leaps onto his back with a furious scream, and they tumble into the camera, which crashes to the floor with them. A grapefruit rolls past it, before Shane’s foot kicks the camera and it cuts out.

    ~~~
    ~The Ace of Diamonds~
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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    • Cameras are rolling as there is red tint in the blue sky as the sun is about to set. The ground is frozen with snow covering the trees as well. There are animal tracks being squirrels, deer, rabbits and fox on the frozen ground. There is a mass forest of trees but there is a clearing behind it. The camera continues walking as the snow crunches underneath their feet. The camera crew continues walking through the trees and something catches their eyes. A mountain lion is stalking something away from it. The mountain lion leaps as it spots a white tail deer hiding behind the fallen brush in the forest. The camera continues walking then they hear the sound of a raven cawing. A raven perches on a tree branch and watches them while cawing. It is unclear if the raven is mocking them or laughing at them about to walk into a trap. They continue walking until they see a knife stabbed into a tree with a piece of paper attached with it.


    Sunset as The Moon Rises
    Sun always rises as it signifies the start of a new day. A new start for some. There is no new start for some as they are constantly are stuck dealing with the consequences of yesterday. Some are left with smell smoke of a great opportunity taken away from them. Being a chance to reclaim glory. Others showing they are on to bigger things with a big move that doesn’t pan out they way they saw in their head. The actions of some will scar them as they will see more sunsets and moon rises. Yes I see more sunsets and moons in the last year then I would have wanted. But I have awakened and have moved on. I am in control and always in control of all things. Tomorrow you're gonna have to live with the things you say. Tomorrow you'll have to cross bridges that you burned today.
    Tomorrow... and everything you do, it's coming back for you. You'll never outrun what waits for you
    tomorrow.



    • The camera crew walk away and start walking down the path as the sound of a raven cawing is head. They continue walking for several minutes and finally reach a clear. There is a carving of a moon on a tree in the middle of clearing. There is a fire pit that has kindling in with a pile of bigger logs beside it. The camera crew looks around and notice wolf paw prints that are recent in the clearing. On the other side of the tree with the carving on the moon there is a carving of a sunset. A crow swoops down and lands on the tree and perches its self on a tree branch. The crow begins cawing as the sound of crunching of the frozen ground from someone walking off in the distance. A light wind picks up as a freezing mist emerges. The crunching on the ground gets louder someone comes from the woods from the other side of the clearing. The man is wearing black boots with long white washed blue jeans. He is wearing a black leather jacket that is showing early signs of the freezing mist. The man has long brown hair that is slowly feeling the effects of freezing mist. The man has a long thick beard that is slowly freezing over; He has a light blue eye and pure white eye. His eyelashes begin to freeze. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He pauses and walks seven steps forward. He slowly begins speaking in his all too familiar tone of voice.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I may have denied but that will not stop me doing what I want to do. I may not have the ‘golden ticket’ to Back in Business to face Ryan Hall for the FWA Undisputed World Heavyweight where it would be legal what I would do by setting him on fire. In front of a jury, a judge and executioner I would claim self defence. [*Stu pauses for a moment as he smirks*] That road maybe closed for now but there is still time. Jimmy King is a thing of a past who was burned by the very thing he was trying to burn. Brethren E bit the dust as their claim feel short of us being old and clinging on to stay on top. The only thing we were clinging on to in that match was when we were holding our FWA Unified FWA World Tag Team Titles above our head. As for Gabrielle eliminating me…[*Stu pauses as a sadistic smile comes over his face*] I view time as a gift. Her time will be coming once that was final grain of salt falls from the top of the hourglass. Vodka and Venom’s time isn’t running out. Whatever issues that were thought to be there are dealt with and we can move forward and walk into Back in Business with the belts still around our waists. From belts around their waist to nothing around their waist. I look at Ryan Rondo the so called ‘Amazing One.’ What’s so amazing is you had everything on track winning The FWA Television title to lead into the New Year. You were on the right step to make 2014 your big year.


    • Stu pauses as exhales and his breath is seen from the cold as the icy mist continues to blow.



    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: You sold your pride to Jimmy King to further your career. You stole Shane McLean’s North American title. Your arrogance blinded you and you sold out FWA for what? A short cut to the top? You crashed and burned Rondo. Hall, PAJ and even your beloved leader Jimmy King didn’t have your back in ensuring you would retain your North American Title. They hung you up to dry. Jimmy King or not when you’re a team you always have their back. You looked like the last kid picked in kick ball Rondo. You got nothing to show for it as you burned bridges with every wrestler for FWA when you walked out on us to Jimmy King. You’re not getting a welcome back from any of the wrestlers in the back. If you think that you are more arrogant then I could ever fathom. I have always said Rondo arrogance and ignorance can cripple men to their knees. I was one of few who never feel victim to that disease. Only thing that will cure that for you Rondo is time. Hopefully you become wiser and maybe at the big time. Out of anyone on the roster I can understand wanting to getting a mean streak to get somewhere. It worked but it blew up in your face. You lost the North American title and I have yet to hear about a rematch. Sadly it might be some time before you partner Devin Golden gets his rematch for the FWA Undisputed World Heavyweight title.


    • Stu pauses and approaches the fire pit. He stares at it then stares at the sky and the sunset has ended. The night sky is out. The icy mist continues to blow.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Golden has a chance to be World Champion again for the first time since Two Thousand and Ten to win it. As lost in January of Two Thousand and Eleven. What looked like was a man despite being damned by The FWA you still had Devin Golden’s back. Your best friend and being there ringside to cheer him on. You stole his dream and brought him back to reality. When he was on the verge of making his dream a reality. Not to mention have bragging rights one knocking off Ryan Hall and walking away with his World Title. That sounds pretty good to me and others. Rondo you had to been jealous that your night was ruined. Jimmy King didn’t kill FWA and you didn’t retain the North American title didn’t sit well with you. Instead of letting you friend achieve greatness you took it away from him. Nothing you can say can justify what you did to Golden. You may think Golden will look past it but thing is you took away a dream from him. For what the sake of jealousy and arrogance? Now there is a tag team bout on Fight Night with Sunrise and Sunset vs. Vodka and Venom in a non title match. You really think Golden is going to trust you? Hell even I wouldn’t trust you. It took four years for Ashley and I to be friends again. You’re excepting what a week to be friends again?



    • Stu reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small container of lighter fluid and pours it on the kindling. He then pulls out a book of matches. He sets a match on fire. He brings the burning match to the kindling that is soaked and presses against it. Flames emerge and a fire starts burning. Stu stares back at the camera.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Golden isn’t going to forgive you just like that. If you think this match is to show Sunrise and Sunset are ready to ride into the sunset again your wrong. You two were a great team that trusted each other. I don’t think the magic will be the same as it once was. Nothing against how great of a team but the level of trust will not be there. Trust is key and that is what made you do so well as a team. Hell that’s why Ashley and I along with other great tag teams did so well. If you think I am going to be rough to you; well you’re right. I still need to smack you around and make you regret for walking out on FWA. If I was a gambling man I think Golden will just watch unless by some miracle he saves you. If you want to make right by him Rondo you better have his back and maybe then will Golden ponder the idea around of forgiveness in his head. Now then Golden I see desire that I saw from you years ago. You knocked off ‘The Astonishing’ Chris Kennedy. You rallied FWA wrestlers together to keep FWA together when it looked like we were about to unglue at Trial by Fire. You had great opportunity at Aces High one to bring the FWA Undisputed World Heavyweight title home. Number two is to be the World Champion again. You had everything going your way. All of this was taken away by Rondo. I know you two are tight but cost you The FWA Undisputed World Heavyweight title. If you continue to trust him he will knife you in the back. Just watch if not in our tag match it will be done the line. Trust me Golden I know ‘a thing or two about knifing people in the back.’


    • Stu smirks as the fire crackles. Stu adds a couple of logs to kindling that is burning. The fire continues to burn.



    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I would have no problem Golden if you want to leave Rondo out to dry as receipt for taking away your great opportunity. At the same time if you want to be honourable that is alright as well. Just watch yourself Golden and I am not talking us but Rondo. A rematch between the two teams should be good but Rondo has caused you a distraction. I would be lying saying I wouldn’t want to take advantage but at least I am honest. This should be a good match but there is just annoying factor being Rondo whether to trust him or not. He may not be a Snake Golden but I wouldn’t listen to the lies he will try to feed you. If you do fall for it I say he might have smashed you pretty good to where your logic is compromised. If you think it is an accident well everyone in The Hammerstein Ballroom in New York will tell you it was no accident. Hell even the footage recorded can confirm it was no accident. Tread lightly Golden odds are not on your side in his bout because of Rondo. I have nothing holding me back as Ash has bugged me enough to give her a shot. If she crosses me what I did to her in the cage bloodying her and then pouring her with gas will pale in comparison. Trust me it will be worse…[*Stu smirk disturbingly*] than excepted.


    • Stu spreads his arms to the side as the crow begins to start cawing again. The fire continues to crackle as the icy mist continues to blow harder than before.


    End of Scene
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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Jack Gekko is seen sitting down in a chair as he looks to be in the back of a random warehouse. Dressed in a casual gear with a white t-shirt and jeans, Gekko looks right into the camera.

    Jack Gekko: "Another day, another challenge.... Zayne Richards, you will just be another victim, another name, another casualty added to the list of FWA superstars that will have no choice but to lay down for the greatest man to ever zip up his pants and that man is Jack Gekko. I'm on my way to history and I won't let a nobody like you stop me from doing it, believe that, and believe in Gekko. SIGN OUT."

    The segment comes to an end as Gekko has that arrogant look on his face that should be trademarked by him.


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    [04:46 AM] Punk Wolf: Willis is our Modern-Day Jesus.
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    [05:35 PM]Jon Snow: Willis, your misogyny must be put to an end.
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    Jim: I like Willis more and more with each day
    [04:43 PM]Jim: Which is why Willis > Natural
    [06:06 AM] King Carl: hes like a roman reigns
    [06:06 AM] King Carl: willis has the raw sex appeal tho
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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Moments before Jethro goes live for a promo... He has to have massive work done in the makeup chair. Usually just reserved for the girls of FWA, Jethro would look like a grey-skinned zombie on television without it. As Rebecca, the makeup girl, works furiously on his tired, gaunt face, on short deadline. Warren's eyes are closed as she applies makeup to hide his hideous blackened eyes from a complete lack of sleep. He looks relaxed, or what passes for relaxed for Jethro Warren. His eyes quickly peel open as his cellphone belts out a text-tone, a simple ding. He quickly reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out his phone.



    He proposed.



    So everything's in place?



    Rebecca: Mr. Warren. You need to stop moving.


    Jethro Warren: Shut up...



    Rebecca rolls her eyes as the phone dings again.


    I gotta few things to wrap on my end, but we should be good to go down here.



    Jethro chuckles as he puts away his phone.


    Rebecca: So who's getting married?


    Jethro, with a slight grin now on his face, closes his eyes and begins to relax again.


    Jethro Warren: None of your goddamn business.



    Rebecca mouths “asshole” as she continues to apply makeup to Warren's face.


    CUT TO



    We are Live! The Fantasy Wrestling Alliance is back on the road and everyone seems to be in genuine, good-spirits, except for one man. Jethro Warren. While it's like a party atmosphere in the back, with King off their back and the original crew back from exile, Jethro is the same old asshole who keeps to himself. Constantly plotting and planning. And tonight's no different. Wearing a casual three piece suit and a face freshly painted up, he glowers into the camera.


    Jethro Warren: Who booked this s**t? Putting me and Vincent on the same side of the ring... Do you guys watch the show? Hell, look at the other team... The Bedwetter and the Badass from CWA. These guys are getting cutsey whootsy with the booking.



    Jethro, with a slightly disgusted look on his face, reaches into his right breast pocket and pulls out an e-Cigarette. A faint blue LED lights up on the end as he inhales the artificially created tobacco.


    Jethro Warren: It goes like this... There's no way in hell me and Vincent are gonna work together and I really don't think Iceman has time for Reaper's treatises on being a good wrestler. It doesn't matter which side of the ring anyone's on... It's every man for himself. Vincent... You better watch your back... Cause I sure as hell won't.



    FADE TO BLACK

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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    Saddle Sally posted this on her twitter about her upcoming match against Piers Gallagher
    That b*tch a$$ turncoat is gonna feel a world of pain come Friday! #FWA #FightNight



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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    I trusted you...




    "What's your name?" asks the soft, high-pitched, innocent voice.

    "Andrew. What's your name?" is the friendly, inquisitive reply.

    "Devin. Do you like pizza?"

    "I love pizza. My mom doesn't let me eat a lot, though."

    "What's your favorite type?"

    "Pepperoni."

    "Mine, too! Do you want to be my friend?"

    "Sure. Do you have a bike?"


    Two young boys, no taller than four feet and no older than 5 years, are sitting and talking at Arden Cahill, an elementary school in New Orleans, Louisiana. One boy, who called himself "Devin," wears a very 1980s clothing with a colorful striped shirt and shorts. He also has a hat on and a book in his hand, something his mom let him bring for the first day of kindergarten.

    The boy named "Andrew" has on similar colorful clothing but sits with his hands free and Indian style.

    As the teacher gets up from her desk and walks in front of the class, Devin and Andrew stay separated from the rest. They just look at one another, both out of curiosity and intrigue but also natural fondness for one another.

    How does that happen? How can two people with no previous connection somehow become instantly tied in a positive bond with such a simplistic conversation, about a topic like favorite pizza? How can friendships and close "brotherhoods" form based on trivial things? How can these friendships, with such a flimsy foundation, become stronger than multi-nation war pacts or marriages?

    How can Devin and Andrew have a childhood friendship last years and religions must separate over differing views?

    And how can Devin and Andrew's friendship end suddenly, over one or two selfish decisions, after years of strengthening through time and struggle?

    At the core, friendship is nothing more than an initial statement, or question, just like the one Devin asked Andrew back in 1988 or whenever this scene took place. "Do you want to be my friend?" You need no history with the person to ask the question, to receive a positive response and to form a friendship. It's just an agreement of liking one another, or not even that, but offering a chance to like one another. And let the chips fall where they may through getting to know the person.

    "The Golden One" Devin Golden, now known as Whyte Thunder, and "The Amazing" Ryan Rondo built a friendship through deeper connections, and maybe that's why it failed. Golden, the veteran, saw a healthy dose of himself in a younger Ryan Rondo. X-Division stars. Fan favorites. Hard workers. Unselfish. There were a lot of identical personality traits that made these two seem destined to be not only friends outside the ring, but also inside the ring.

    And when the chance came, it happened. Sunrise-Sunset, as many wrestling fans known it, was the formation from an already 3-year-old friendship. The beginning of the friendship may have been deeper, but the beginning of the tag team was quite simple. It started BECAUSE they were friends. No lengthy history of tag matches together. No comparison of in-ring styles to see if it made sense or would work. Just rolling the dice, let the chips fall where they may. Giving Sunrise-Sunset a chance.

    Like forming a friendship in kindergarten, or a friendship at any age, forming a tag team requires trust. You trust the person. You believe in the person. When you form a tag team based off a prior friendship, you are banking on a double helping of trust. You have trust as a friend and a tag team partner. It all comes back to the initial friendship, but that trust carries more weight. YOU REALLY TRUST THIS PERSON. If anything, Sunrise-Sunset included a large amount of trust. Golden wanted to know from the start whether Rondo was good enough. That was part of building that trust. By the time they beat the Wolfpack, they trusted one another more than any team around.

    When Sunrise-Sunset broke up, it didn't because of a disagreement or feud. It broke up because it was time to end the story. The tag team ended. The friendship didn't. Golden and Rondo were still as good of friends as before, and even as Golden changed to "Whyte Thunder," this face paint-wearing, trench coat-wearing, expressionless dark hero and "guardian," his heart and his bonds didn't change.

    Even as Rondo joined with Jimmy King, and even as he and Whyte Thunder exchanged barbs, it didn't dissolve into separate particles. The bond remained.

    The trust remained.

    That's why Whyte Thunder believed Ryan Rondo when he approached him before the World title match at Aces High against Ryan Hall. That's why Whyte Thunder listened, even if his head said not to, because his heart still beat. You always trust your friends to tell you the truth and look out for you.

    Ryan Rondo had Whyte Thunder's trust. He broke it.

    Now they have to trust one another as tag team partners again. They step in the ring against the same team that ended the Sunrise-Sunset era back in July. Stu "The Snake" St. Clair and Ashley 'O Ryan. Vodka & Venom. Five time tag team champions in the FWA.

    And Whyte Thunder and Ryan Rondo, a friendship and its trust completely thrown away, now must re-enact the tag team trust they once had.

    Like it's just that easy. Like the heart break of that chair shot is just so simple to cast aside.

    No, no it's not simple. It's not easy. Back in kindergarten, making friends was easy. You both liked pizza? Easy friendship formed. Even as wrestlers, you could form a friendship based on your character similarities. But when a friendship is destroyed, and when the established trust is broken, it becomes a lot more complicated.

    And after that, to be "teammates?" To trust like Stu trusts Ashley and vice versa? No, it's not that easy.

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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    ...You shouldn’t have

    "It’s so easy to spin a few lies and make everyone believe you. I’m the sort of person that people will believe, no matter what. Why? I don’t know…."

    The familiar voice echoes throughout a pitch dark space, nothing can be made out. A loud audible clap is heard and the light turns on – bright white instantly banishing the darkness. Footsteps are heard moving forward as the former FWA North American Champion, Ryan Rondo comes into view. He’s wearing his ring attire, white and gold tights with various designs on them as well as his wrestling shoes – white with golden initials of RR emblazoned upon them. And he is also wearing a Sunrise-Sunset t-shirt – with images of Devin Golden and Rondo on it. The Rondo on the shirt is more youthful, has something twinkling in his eye and last but not least, has some hair. In stark contrast, the actual Rondo stands with a shaven head, a look of hatred and intimidation in his eyes and appears to just look a little more hardened. He’s standing in a simple little room… a room that is bequeathed with various Sunrise-Sunset posters, photos and other memorabilia. ‘The Amazing One’ simply stands looking around him – there’s a photo of him and Golden after winning the belts, a poster for Back in Business where they faced Vodka and Venom, The Maroon Monsoon and Whyte Thunder poster and various other things. Also a karaoke trophy from Vegas which is meticulously polished… despite the fact it’s clearly cheap.


    “I’ll tell you just why I mentioned that. It’s because I proved that not only is Devin Golden easy to fool, but also that he and every single FWA fan still holds a torch for me being the hero. Everyone thought that I was going to do the unthinkable and help the FWA overcome Ryan Hall and help Devin Golden finally get his grubby mitts on the FWA title. Everyone thought that Ryan Rondo had seen sense and that he was going to be just as heroic as Wolf.

    Everybody thought this and everybody thought that. Well guess what? Everybody was dead. Fucking. Wrong.

    I wasn’t there to cheer on Golden, I wasn’t there to help him win. I was there because I wanted him to know that I’ve got the jump on him now. The student has overtaken the master. I wanted to see the look in his eye when the penny finally dropped for him. And it was glorious. He was heartbroken. You were all heartbroken.

    I ruined the night. Who cares about Jimmy King? He was just a scapegoat, a façade to hide behind, something to give me credibility at first – but now, I don’t need it. Fuck CWA and fuck Jimmy King. I only look out for myself now. A lesson taught to me by none other than… DEVIN GOLDEN!”


    Rondo walks over to the picture of Devin Golden holding the tag belt aloft and taps his finger against it a few times. He surveys the picture for a while, taking a moment to himself. The hairs raise up on his arm as he recalls what it felt like to win those belts.


    “Golden taught me to be selfish. It’s his biggest regret. And now he gets the perfect opportunity to fix it a little bit. He gets to be in my team as we take on Vodka and Venom… a team of an old past it has been and a drunk who has adultery problems and also enjoys a little bit of domestic violence. Infact, much like Devin Golden, Ashley O’Ryan just doesn’t have IT. He can win a world title sure, but does anyone actually remember any of his world title reigns? Ashley has been surviving off of Stu’s coattails for a long time and now he’s only relevant because of that worthless 12lbs of gold he has and because he has somewhat of a stupid fucking soap storyline of a life. He’s riding the village bike. Good for him. Stu? Well, it’s no secret that Stu has dropped off of the radar a bit. Maybe it’s because people are fed up of his incessant ranting… I’m sure I will fall asleep rather nicely to having to listen to him rant about me being a young gun and getting put in my place for the 40th time. The fact is, Stu has never put me in my place. I’ve beaten him before and I will sure as fuck do it again, easily. All Stu has is his name now. There’s no fear. The only person pissing their panties is Gabrielle for some reason. No need to worry Gabby, Stu’s nothing but a timid, whimpering fool nowadays.

    But Golden, you get the chance to prove me wrong. Prove to me that you aren’t a fool. I know I’m right and I know I am going to see it. You aren’t going to try and get in my way in this match… you’re going to help me win. And do you really want to know why?”


    Rondo takes his hand off of the section of poster that has Devin Golden on it and then he places it on the section that has himself holding the tag title aloft, he taps it louder this time and turns around with quick velocity.


    “IT’S BECAUSE YOU NEED ME. You needed me to beat Wolf. You needed me to beat APAB and now you are going to need me to beat Vodka and Venom. You might not like it but I know you, you’ll want to beat these fuckers. And I’ll oblige… but in doing so, I just prove my point. I can beat Wolf one on one. I can beat APAB two on one if I wanted to, hell throw Mackenzie in there too, I’ll give her the bang and boot whilst handing those skirt wearing foons there asses. And I can beat Stu one on one… you know that I’ve shown glimpses of my true ability in the past – back when I tried to be the crowd pleaser, when I disregarded myself… but through Sunrise-Sunset, you taught me to realise my true potential. It won’t be long until I am beating the crap out of everyone and anyone. You know it. I know it. The FWA knows it. I might be arrogant… but your days in this company are numbered… mines aren’t. I might not be there yet but everyone knows that I am taking huge strides to becoming the person that goes on a rampage and takes everyone out. You’re going to end up being the first seeing as you are so kind and unselfish, mr Golden. I’ll make you a bigger star than you ever have been!”


    Rondo takes himself away from the poster and looks over the opposite of the ring… sitting on a little black shelf are replicas of two title belts… he walks over and picks the first one up. It’s the X Division title, the red X is unmistakable and easy to spot. Rondo surveys the belt, looks down at the nameplate (which is empty) and thinks about the time that he spent getting the living shit beat out of him defending a poxy lower card title.

    “This belt is not only engrained in my personal history but it is also very much something that characterises Devin Golden. Devin fought for this belt all the way against every opponent he faced for it. The legendary Michael Servin just to name one. But of course, poor Devin fell short against someone… oh wait, that was ME. I took that belt from Devin Golden. I ended his reign of mediocrity. I became the greatest champion of that division. Not him. He didn’t unify it. He didn’t beat the people I had to beat!”


    Rondo throws the belt away as if it means nothing to him, it clunks off of the floor and Rondo doesn’t bat an eyelid at all. He picks up the next belt, a replica of the tag team title. Another belt that obviously means a lot to Devin Golden and Ryan Rondo.


    “Instead of taking belts from Devin Golden in this case, I helped him gain one. I was the one who pushed Devin Golden over that tag team barrier. Not the other way around. The sun cannot set unless it rises. I was the sun rising and he was the sun setting. And I will continually rise until I become the sunset… which will be in a long, long time from now. Devin Golden needed me. But Ryan Rondo has never, ever needed Devin Golden. You might all hate me for saying it but it is true. Use your brain. I spent a long time being labelled as the weak link, an anchor holding down Devin Golden. Well guess fucking what? IT’S THE OTHER WAY AROUND. We lost the belts because I was injured! Not Golden.”


    Ryan drops the tag title, again, like it has always meant nothing to him. It hits the X Division belt and slides away. Rondo shows no care for it. He takes a seat and sits down, clasping his hands together and looking down. He seems to be focusing on something, thinking of something to say.


    “There’s only one belt that matters now. Devin Golden got a shot at it for no reason other than by rebranding himself and wearing a stupid fucking mask and BEST OF ALL, HE HASN’T SAID A SINGLE FUCKING WORD ON FIGHT NIGHT. I did what I did because I don’t want this company to be led by someone who can’t muster up the courage to speak… instead he just stares. What kind of man is that? He didn’t deserve to win that belt, he doesn’t deserve to be the leading man. I’m not saying Ryan Hall does either but he deserves it more than Golden because he is someone that we can be proud to have as our figurehead.

    But I know who the best candidate is. It’s me. Someone who has won every title this company has had to offer them. Someone who has built themselves up. Someone who has finally realised just how magnificent they are. Better than Thomas Princeton, funnier than Shane McLean, better looking than anyone that’s ever set foot in that ring… and smarter than Albert Einstein. Deny it if you want but you all know that it is only a matter of time before I am the world champion.

    PAJ might have stopped me for a while but he did that because he was scared of me. He knows that if he didn’t turn his back on me, I would have won that match. I would’ve sent Gabby back to the kitchen and I would’ve put Wolf’s leash on. And I would’ve flattened PAJ as if he were a crumpet. I will be keeping my eye on PAJ… he might think he has got me. But I’m the one who’s beaten him in the squared circle too. Everyone is officially on notice.”


    The former NA Champion stands up and walks to the door that has a torn in half poster of Sunrise-Sunset on it. He opens it slightly and turns around so that his face is seen.


    “Here’s my lesson to you, Devin Golden. Don’t believe in fairytales. I am NOT going to change my tune and decide that I value friendship more than anything. I don’t value your friendship, I gain nothing from it and therefore it is worthless. It might mean something to a fool like you. But it doesn’t resonate with me at all. And that’s the difference between us, it’s why I will go on to be more successful than you and it will be why you eventually fade away into my shadow when people discuss our tag team jaunt.

    But for one night only, everybody wants to see Sunrise-Sunset rectify the only loss from a tag team they had received. They want to see Sunrise-Sunset prove they are still the best. Vodka and Venom have had about fifty runs at the title and have beaten a bunch of tomato cans that mean nothing now in the present day. Sunrise-Sunset destroyed Aut Pax Aux Bellum… and I don’t care whether you’re with me or against me, Golden, but I am going to ensure that the Sunrise obliterates the old timer and the potato picker. I’m here to prove myself and I am going to do just that. Ashley O’Ryan can go back to ploughing a walking STD machine and Stu can go back to sitting reading his books and whatever old people do.

    Let me just make one last thing clear, Devin. Sunrise-Sunset exists in name only in this matchup, if you get in my way, I won’t hesitate to plant you on your ass again. The fans want to see us work together but I don’t want your help and I don’t fucking need it.

    You’ll see.”


    Ryan winks before shutting the door behind him, one half of the torn poster (the section with Devin Golden) falling off of the door leaving only the image of Rondo standing tall.

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    Re: Fight Night 2/21/2014 Promo Thread

    The low rumble of a well tuned Cadillac rolls into the empty parking lot of a Baltimore arena. It's empty because well, Fight Night is actually two nights away. Despite that, at six o'clock in the morning, this vehicle has made it's way into this particular parking lot.
    Why? For some nefarious reason?

    The drivers door opens and a pair of black polished oxfords hit the ground. Followed by a well tailored black suit and thin tie. Ashley O'Ryan looks up into the early morning sky, the last bit of a bottle of brandy in a tumbler in his hand. He moves his head back and forth until a slight pop emits from his neck. Meanwhile, Stu St.Clair, dressed similarly pops out of the passenger side.

    Stu: Well?

    Ashley: I'm thinking...It's gotta be...

    He looks around

    Ashley: Don't tell me they moved it...I swear...

    Stu: I should have known this is how a BBQ at your place would end up.

    Ashley: You make it sound like there's a track record...

    Stu starts to count on his fingers,

    Stu: The new york zoo, trying to paint 'VODKA N VENOM 4 LYFE” on the green monster in Fenway Park, trying to ignite the olympic torch in vancouver... No, no track record...

    Ashley: In me defense, I was drunk those times...

    Stu looks at Ashley, then at the drink in his hand

    Stu: And what are you now? And did we really need the suits?

    Ashley: Starving... now where the 'ell is that bloody restaurant. I need something with a questionable amount of grease. And never question the need for good matching suits!

    Stu: You think maybe we should make some sort of plan?

    Ash continues to look around for the missing food place.

    Ashley: You brood, I charm. Women scream our names. We win.

    He looks over at Stu with a wink

    Ashley: Why tamper with what works?

    Stu's eyes squint

    Ashley: That's the spirit! Okay so it moit be more challenging then last week... Kind of ironic, considering this week isn't a title match. But you know, Rondo and the questionably named Whyte Thunder...

    Stu: You mean Devi-

    Ashley: WHYTE THUNDER!

    Vodka and Venom stare at each other in silence for a long moment.

    Ashley: Anyways...they 'ave proved themselves in the past...I suppose...I...oh wait...

    Stu: You see the place?

    Ashley: No, I love this song!

    Ashley runs over to the car, cranking the radio up and starts singing along

    Ashley: YOU PUT DE LIME IN DE COCONUT YOU DRANK EM BOTH UP YOU PUT DE LIME IN DE COCONUT YOU DRANK EM BOTH UP PUT DE LIME IN DE COCONUT..YOU CALLED YER DOCTOR, WOKE 'EM UP...

    St.Clair looks down at his feet, shaking his head

    Ashley: BROTHER BOUGHTA COCONUT 'E BOUGHT IT FER A DIME, 'IS SISTER 'ANOTHER ONE SHE PAID IT FER THE LI-OH!

    Stu: Huh?

    Ash starts to laugh

    Ashley: I was thinking of a restaurant in St. Louis, not Baltimore...

    He starts to laugh. Stu looks on

    Ashley: Oh man 'ow did I...

    Stu glares at Ashley in silence

    Ashley: Um...maybe we should find a place to eat...I...I'll pay.

    Stu: Yes, you will.

    Ashley raise the glass in his hand

    Ashley: To Rondo and Thunder. May the challenge they bring actually be by some miracle more challenging then finding breakfast at 6am in a strange city...

    They make their way back into the car, and roll away





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