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Post by Vinny Falcone on Apr 25, 2011 19:36:12 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by "Classy" Mike C on Apr 28, 2011 3:18:36 GMT -5
We open with a shot of Westminster Abbey, London. This weekend the world's focus will be on the British capital for two reasons...
Cut to the Mall leading up to Buckingham Palace, the official residence of the Queen and the building where Prince William and Katherine Middleton will share their first kiss for the world to see from the famous balcony. Already revelers line the Mall, some sat in deckchairs, others sitting in tents or wrapped in sleeping bags trying to catch some shut eye will saving their space to watch the happy couple.
But of course, we're not here to talk about love...
The other major event taking place in London this weekend is what we're interested in, and that's where our story begins...
Walking amongst the tourists, well-wishers and borderline obsessives we see a recognisable face...Classy Mike C. Mike C looks bemused by all those around him before stopping in front of three American ladies of varying age.
Mike C: Excuse me, why are you all here?
Middle Aged Lady: Why are we here? Well hot damn I would have thought you limey's would at least know what was happening!
Young Lady: It's the home coming! The return of the Prince and him gaining his rightful prize!
Old Lady: The biggest event in England since Charles and Di!
Mike C (smirking): Ahh...I see, and I must say thanks for coming all this way ladies.
Young Lady: Oh we wouldn't miss it for the world!
Mike C: Well I appreciate that, and don't you worry I'll make sure that I go back to America with the trophy!
Young Lady: Erm, the trophy?
Middle Aged Lady: What the heck are you on about?
Old Lady: Is he going to kidnap Kate Middleton?
Mike C: Kate who?
Young Lady: Kate Middleton...the future Queen of England? Marrying Prince William this Friday?
Mike C: Ahh...I see now, that whole wedding shebang. Sorry I thought you were talking about the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup which I'll be winning on Sunday.
Old Lady: The "Paul who what"?
Young Lady: Who are you anyway?
Mike C: Who am I? I am CLASSY...MIKE...C...
Mike C's motto is met with silence from the three ladies, clearly not wrestling fans.
Old Lady: That's nice dear, now move along. We're not letting you cut in for a good spot just because you've got a nice body!
Mike C: Cut in? Eh?
Middle Aged Lady: Yeah sorry dear, back of the line for you!
Mike C: ...but?
A man, clearly a London resident and clearly a bit inebriated joins in the debate.
Man: Yeah f**k off you Manc b*****d, I ain't missing getting a look at Middleton's lovelies!
Mike C: Eh? Ahh screw this, I'm off to the arena.
Mike C walks away slightly annoyed.
Old Lady: My, he is not a nice man...
Later that day...
We are now outside the "London Arena", where the weekend's other major event is taking place. Similarly to the Mall, a crowd is gathered around the superstars entrance. The bulk of the crowd are supporting their fellow countryman Classy Mike C, with t-shirts, banners and signs emblazoned with his image and slogans. Some are even brandishing cricket bats in honour of the local hero. There is however smatterings of support for other superstars; JD Screw, t.U.e, The British Union...one man is even dressed as Grilled Cheese, complete with toaster and replica Hardcore title belt (made from cardboard, tin foil and what appears to be a child's belt). Not many people are willing to stand near him...Some people are wondering whether it might actually be Grilled Cheese...regardless the fan continues to talk to his toaster, which may or may not be the real Toastie...
After a few moments of scanning the crowd, the camera focuses on a classic London Black Cab pulling up. The crowd go wild as out steps the hometown hero Classy Mike C. Mike C waves to the crowd and makes his way through, signing a few autographs. Just before he reaches the entrance to the arena, he's accosted by the Grilled Cheese impersonator.
"Grilled Cheese": Mike Cheese! Mike Cheese! Thank you for my lovely belt, it's just like cheese! Thank you for distracting El Asesino, he is not as nice as cheese!
Mike C: You're wel...hold on that's not Toastie! That's a "Brevill Two-Slice Toast King"! Everyone knows Toastie is a four slice!
"Grilled Cheese": Erm...sorry...
Mike C: And don't call me Mike Cheese! It's bad enough the real Grilled Cheese called me that, now I can guarantee it will be at the crux of everything JD Screw has to say in his next thousand promos!
"Grilled Cheese": Sorry...can you at least sign my Toastie?
Mike C: (sigh)...Very well, what's your name kid?
"Grilled Cheese": Aaron Joseph...
Mike C signs the toaster and hands it back to "Aaron Joseph", who nods and walks away.
Mike C: Wait a second..."Aaron Joseph"..."A...J..."...nah, it can't have been...
Mike C shakes his head before turning and waving to the gathered crowd, then entering the arena as they chant "Classy Mike! Classy Mike!"
Cut to the locker room. Mike C walks into his allotted room and puts his bag down before approaching a white board that has the tournament bracket written on it. Mike C scans down the list before turning and facing the camera.
Mike C: My GWA, what a weekend this is going to be. The sun is shining, we've got a royal wedding, a big weekend of football...sorry, "soccer" and two public holidays! London really is THE place to be right now on planet Earth. But of course, of course I've left out the biggest event of them all...the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup. And what better way to show just how happening England is right now then to have it's favourite wrestling son walk away victorious? Now GWA, did you see all those people outside? Let's take another look...
The camera cuts back outside to the crowd, who notice themselves on the big screen that has been erected to follow the weekend's events and go wild before chanting "Classy Mike! Classy Mike!" once again.
Mike C: You hear them? You hear what they were chanting? On Sunday, imagine what it will be like when there's 20,000 of them. 20,000 Englishmen and women...and perhaps our good friend "AJ The Grilled Cheese Impersonator"...all chanting for the hometown hero. These people may have allegiances with other guys on the roster sure, but I can guarantee that they will be giving me a home advantage. And I'll tell you all something, I'm not ready to let them down. Now looking at the bracket I can tell it's not going to be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. In typical fashion, the GWA management have decided to give me the toughest possible route to the final. Anyone would think they don't like being threatened with a cricket bat? No matter, because I love a challenge. Now let's look at the bracket...
The camera pans slightly to bring the full bracket into shot next to Mike C.
Mike C: We start with the number 1 seed versus the number 16 seed...now forgive me if I'm wrong but how is a man I have beaten in one form or another FOUR TIMES the number 1 seed? AJ, I beat you before Spring Stampede...I beat you after Spring Stampede...I took your Hardcore Title away...and then I pinned your worthless drunk of a brother last week to beat all of t.U.e...and now you get the top billing? You get to face my favourite GWA superstar, the only man on this roster that I find at all entertaining and the man I gave the Hardcore Title to after I beat you? Well let's just say last week Grilled Cheese pulled off a major upset victory when his opponent got distracted...let's hope that doesn't happen again because I'd love to make it 5-0 against AJ Johnson. Ahh speaking of the worthless drunk, look who's next...
The camera pans down slightly to focus on Jacoby Douglas vs. TKO.
Mike C: I'd like to say I achieved something by pinning Jacoby Douglas last week, but I can't help but feel pinning a man who is more often than not passed out on the floor anyway is not really an achievement. And now Jacoby gets to stumble into a match with the man who was stupid enough to trust my opponent, the man I like to call T...K...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I mean, come on! The bravado? The constant shouting of his own name? Who does he think he is, me? All I know is, the losing streaks these two are on guarantees one thing...the main loser here will be the fans. Next!
The camera pans down onto Mike C versus Izzy Inzane...Mike C's eyes light up and we here the crowd pop outside.
Mike C: Hold on a minute, let's save the best til last...Next!
The camera again pans, this time onto JD Screw vs. Stardust. Again we hear the fans go crazy.
Mike C: Ahh goody...Russell Lee's Janitor versus the Artist Formerly Known As A Decent GWA Superstar...what happened Stardust? You play hide the sausage with Betty Lee and now you can do nothing but suck? I thought that's what she was for! Luckily you're only facing a mere janitor, surely you can overcome him? Oh no, wait, this isn't any ordinary janitor...this is the Hong Kong Phooey of GWA, Hong Kong Screwy if you will, JD Screw. Now I know that every single fan out there by the entrance and every single fan around the world wants to see Mike C versus JD Screw...I'm going to keep up my side of the bargain JD and try to give the fans what they want, will you?
The camera pans again to show Alex Mason versus Trip Master.
Mike C: And now onto the second half of the draw, and what better place to start than with my tag partner from last week and the man I used to send a message to the rest of GWA. Mason, commiserations on losing the World Title, but we all know the real tragedy was me showing you up during the 6-man tag. Didn't really work out for you did it? I mean, not turning up for our 6-man tag, calling it in and trying to coast so you can save your energy for the battle royal? Luckily for you, in this match you might be able to operate at half capacity because I already beat the hell out of your opponent for you. Now Trip Master I don't want you to take my assault personally, after all I only did it because you suck and I don't like you. Oh, and I also did it to send a message etc. Next!
The camera now pans to Badass Brian vs. Ric Blanchard.
Mike C: Hmm...a man who sounds like he has diarrhea versus a man who smells like it...not interested...next!
The camera quickly moves to Nakita Korchenko vs. Tsunami.
Mike C: Finally, a match I might be a bit interested in. On one side you have a cowardly Russian, stuck in a bad 1980s action film and taking his vengeance by attacking far superior superstars to try and get an advantage. And on the other side you've got one of said superstars, a man so greedy that one title belt wasn't enough. Just a shame no one told the fat son-of-a-bitch that title belts aren't made of chocolate on the inside. Now I hope to high heavens that these two beat the snot out of each other because at least then it saves you both a beating from me.
The camera moves finally on to The Brian Magnum versus P.T. Merciless.
Mike C: Petey Merciless? Is he still here? I thought I got rid of him two months ago? Well, seen as The Brian has a bye I'd like to offer him a few words of advice. Now The Brian, I know as well as you do that t.U.e. suck. And I can see that after my glorious victory last week that you're getting a little bit annoyed. Well The Brian I sympathise, I honestly do...But if you think for one minute that aligning yourself with Izzy Inzane and trying to do a little bit of "you scratch my back, I'll spoon yours" will help you are dead wrong. Because doing that means getting all up in my business, again, and trust me you don't want to do that. You've already launched one cowardly attack on me, I promise if you try it again it will be that very last thing you do. And that brings me to you Izzy...
Mike C walks across the locker room and takes a seat. His trusty cricket bat is leaning against the chair and he picks it up.
Mike C: Izzy Inzane...Izzy...Inzane...what sort of name is Izzy Inzane? Short for Isabella? So we've established you can't spell, or at least that you're one of these people who thinks using "z" or "x" in their name makes them edgy and cool...man, I hate you already! And what do we know about Izzy Inzane? He says "ight" a lot...he used to be famous around here...he can't be trusted...he nearly reached the top and didn't quite make it, but for some reason he thinks this time it will be different? Jeez Isabella, sucks to be you. And now you have to try and get past me in order to achieve something in this tournament? Talk about your bad luck!
Mike C: Now Isabella...or should I be saying it the cool way? Now Izzzzzzabella...hold on, are the "z's" there to symbolise the noise everyone make when you cut a promo? (Adopting Izzy Inzane style voice) Ight, listen up bro...(pretends to sleep) zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...It all makes sense now! But I keep digressing, Izzy in all seriousness I know you want to prove a point. I know you feel you have the swingers to get to the top here in GWA and I have a compliment for you...make sure you savour it, they don't come often...you don't suck nearly as much as some of the trash in this tournament. Feel good to hear that huh? Well, you're welcome. But Izzy, I have a word of advice for you. Face me one-on-one, mano-a-mano, and you will come out on the losing side. But try and get you're new found friend The Brian involved, and things will only get worse. You see, The Brian may be your insurance policy, but this is mine.
Mike C holds up his cricket bat and slaps it against his open hand a few times.
Mike C: See this Izzy? When this comes crashing down on your skull, and I knock you and The Brian for six all the way up into the stands, it will feel worse than anything The Brian could ever do to me. And you know what separates this cricket bat from The Brian, apart from about 100 IQ points? This bat will be there at all times, sat waiting as a little reminder to us both that when the going gets tough...Mike C picks up his cricket bat and all hell breaks loose.
Mike C smirks before putting the cricket bat to one side and leaning forward, looking straight into the camera.
Mike C: So Izzy, listen up. And this goes for every other man in the tournament as well, so you might want to pull up a pew. I've already shown that I'm sick to my teeth of all the double-crossing, all the injustice and all the bull s**t I've had to put up with since joining GWA. So come Sunday, come the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup, I will be putting myself back on track and there will be nothing...whether you're Izzy Inzane or The Brian Magnum or Vinny Falcone or Russell Lee or anyone...nothing you can do to stop me get that Paul Rowland Memorial Cup, getting the "Ace Up The Sleeve" contract and getting the GWA World Heavyweight Championship. And you will have to like it...or lump it...
Mike C leans back and grabs his cricket bat again. He pauses before swinging it and taking out the camera, leaving us with a black screen.
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Post by "Classy" Mike C on Apr 30, 2011 12:55:28 GMT -5
We open on a TV screen showing the Royal Wedding. Prince William and Princess Catherine are stood on the balcony of Buckingham Palace, sharing their first kiss in front of the thousands of well-wishers who have turned out to celebrate. The camera slowly pans around and focuses on Classy Mike C, sprawled out on a hotel bed with a box of chocolates (half eaten), a box of tissues (many of which are screwed up on the bed) and an empty bottle of champagne.
Mike C: What a day...and that is the second most romantic kiss I've seen all week after Grilled Cheese and the Hardcore Title belt. And you know what? I give it at least three years before he starts boshing some Sloanie called Tabitha and she sleeps with the England rugby captain. Now I'm not an emotional sort...yes, I know there are a lot of used tissues lying around but come on...did you SEE Pippa Middleton? But that royal wedding did get me all bleary eyed. All those people, so happy, celebrating one of their favourite British institutions...it will just be like the end of Sunday night when I'm stood in the centre of the ring holding the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup aloft and the nation comes to a stand still in joy and celebration.
Mike C sweeps some of the debris from the bed and pops another chocolate in his mouth.
Mike C: Right that's the last one. I have to say eating those chocolates is probably the most dangerous thing I'll do all week. Not because of the fat, but because I pinched them out of Tsunami's bag and he doesn't strike me as the sharing type. Compared to that, this Sunday will be like a leisurely walk in Hyde Park. Now my first opponent, Izzy Inzane, has been conspicuous by his absence, which makes me think that yes he is insane. I also started thinking "is he related to Justin Sane?" and "how many more terrible, pun-based wrestlers are going to emerge in GWA before the fans start shooting themselves?". Well Isabella, probably for the best that you seem to be in hiding. For a start if you do come out of hiding you might get hit by one of the toys flying out of AJ Johnson's pram over this whole The Brian Magnum debacle...come on AJ, why get so annoyed? It's only The Brian Magnum. Sure, you're now left with a worthless drunk of a brother as a team mate, but it could be worse. I mean, Jacoby is left with you as a team mate, the poor thing! But Izzy, it's also good that you're in hiding because if you came out all brass and balls, trying to piss me off, then I promise that you'd stop being Izzy Inzane and start being Izzy Inpain. Look I can make a funny pun too!
Mike C laughs sarcastically for a second before stopping and going straight faced.
Mike C: And speaking of "funny puns", a few words for the man who seems to fill his addresses with words that rhyme with wrestler's name...JD Screw...now JD I, like everyone else, find your little word plays quite hilarious. I mean, "Brainless Brian"...anyone would think you weren't in the same stable as him...oh wait a minute, way to show solidarity! But JD, I share a similar vision of our potential match, and I too have a vision of how it might end. Like you said we both want to fight real bad, both loudmouth vs. loudmouth...but the way I see it, it'll be you looking up saying "well hawt-dawg, this is worse than the time I drank Auntie Momma's moonshine and woke up in the pig pen!". And in my mind I'll be hearing...well I'll be hearing me because I don't hear any other voices, before I take your little Jack Daniels bottle, or that mop you have to carry around, and smash it over your skull!
Mike C: Now, for the rest of you. I've shown nothing but consistency since joining GWA. I've beaten everything and everyone put in front of me, and were it not for a diabolical pay-per-view concept and an act of generosity towards a masked man on day release, my record would be flawless. Now Sunday night is my first big opportunity, after months of screw jobs and controversy, to show that I am the future of this company. And for a lot of you it's your first opportunity to see first hand why that is the case. JD, Izzy, Mason, Tsunami - you've all managed to allude me so far while the likes of Korchenko, Jacoby and poor, poor AJ Johnson have felt my wrath first hand. Methinks therefore it's going go be quite a night for the GWA faithfull and I tell you something, I do not intend to let them down, I do not intend to let my fellow countrymen down, and I do not intend to let myslef down. So gentlemen I truly hope you are ready, because it's going to be a night of Royal proportions and I am the heir to the GWA throne. Like it...or lump it...Now if you don't mind, there's still about another 3000 hours of monotonous wedding coverage to watch and I'd hate to miss out on what Posh Spice or Mr Bean thought of it.
Mike C smirks as the camera pans around to the TV once again to show Prince William and Princess Catherine leaving Buckingham Palace in their customised, "Just Married" Austin Martin.
Mike C (off camera): My God that is crass...
Cut to black.
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Post by Izzy Inzane on May 1, 2011 9:29:23 GMT -5
[Scene opens. We're inside the apartment of Izzy Inzane, He sets on a solid white leather couch dressed in his black tank top, a pair of Jordan athletic shorts, and his glasses. A table is setting in front of him and it's covered with a white powder. The camera looks up at Izzy's eyes and sees that they're glassy. Izzy just sets laid back on the couch. A knock comes from the door, and then the door opens and into the room steps Andre Bling. He walks over to Izzy and looks at him.] Andre Bling:What are you doing ? [Izzy pinches his nostrils shut and then stands up from his seat on the couch.] Izzy:Having a good time before the Pay-Per-View. Andre Bling:Snorting Cocaine ? [Izzy walks over to his kitchen counter and grabs a Detroit Tigers fitted cap and placing it on his head, He then shuts the locker and looks over and Andre Bling and gives him a nodd.] Andre Bling:Shits going to kill you Izzy. [Izzy walks back over to the couch and takes a seat, this time he looks up at Andre Bling with anger in his eyes.] Izzy:Don't come in here with that shit...Now what do you want ? [Andre looks down at Izzy as he does another line off of the table. Izzy looks up and gives him a look that says answer the damn question.] Andre Bling:You've got an interview to do in about twenty minutes. [Andre Bling walks over to the door and opens it. Before he exits the room he turns around and looks back at Izzy.] Andre Bling:Be ready...These London interviewers don't take shit. [Andre leaves, leaving Izzy alone in the room. Izzy takes the cap off of his head and sets it down beside him as he lays back on the couch and lets a huge sigh go. He then stands up and grabs hit cap placing it on his head, he then walks out of the apartment leaving the cocaine on the table.] -Scene 2.- [Scene opens. Outside of the Fulham Palace in London. Izzy stands on the sidewalk awaiting the interviewer that is suppose to meet him here and take him to the arena for the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup and conduct his interview. Izzy stands, waiting, The wind is picking up and he is begining to catch a small chill. he places his hands in his pockets in a attempt to stay warm. He begins to looks around to see if the interviewer is near him but ot his suprise he sees alot of mean faces and expressions being thrown his way. One old lady spit in his direction, another woman flipped him the finger, and many more obscene gestures where made. All these people had one thing in common...They where all wearing Mike C. t-shirts. Izzy shakes it off and turns his gaze back to the streets to be suprised by a all black SUV parked infront of him, The door opens up and a tall, linky man steps out of the SUV, he has jet black hair and a rough looking beard. He walks over to Izzy.] Man:How's it going ? I'm Roger, I'll be the man conducting your interview for LBC Radio. I'm taking you to the station we're going to conduct a live interview over the air then I'm going to take you to the arena. Sound Good ? [Izzy looks to his right then to his left, Then back at Roger.] Izzy:Yea, sure, Lets go. [The two of them climb into the SUV and pull off.moment pass and the SUV comes to a stop infront of a tall building. The door opens and Roger and Izzy both climb out of the SUV and walk into the building. They walk to and elevator and climb in, Roger presses the button marked three and the elevator begins to move for a brief moment before coming to a stop and the doors opening. They exit the elevator and walk down the hall turning into a room on the right side of the hallway.The room has the usual Radio microphones, switch boards , and studio headphones and a few seats. Izzy walks voer and sets down taking his cap off and putting the headphones on. Roger walks over and takes his seat as well, he does the same as Izzy. Roger presses a button and a man can be heard talking through the headphones.] Man:And Next we've got GWA superstar Izzy Inzane live in studio with my main man Roger. Stay tuned guys. [Music begins to play. Izzy looks over at Roger and Roger gives him a smile as if he's excited about being in the studio with Izzy. Izzy shows a sign of disgust and looks away. The music stops.] Roger:What's good guys and gals ? It's Roger here in the studio live with the GWA superstar Izzy Inzane...Izzy why don't you say hi to the fans. Izzy:What's good. Roger:Now guys I know you've all got questions for Izzy but we can't get to them all today. So we're going to take some callers let you ask him some questions then we'll let him answer them.So go ahead and get these phones in the studio to ringing so we can get some questions for Izzy.
Roger:Hello, You're on air with Roger and Izzy Inzane.
Voice:Oh my god I'm really on air!! But hey guys I'm Olivia and I'm calling in to ask Izzy what he's thinking going face-to-face with Mike C. he's a beast...You think you can hold your own against him ?
Izzy:Of course I can hold my own against him...I mean don't get me he's an amazng athlete but that doens't mean he's going to be able to beat me...I'm the best wrestler in GWA and there's no arguing against that period...So you should rephrase the question and ask if Mike C. can hold his own against Izzy Inzane.
Roger:There's your answer Olivia hope you liked it...Next caller.
[Roger presses another button and another voice comes over the air.]
Roger:You're on air.
Voice:Yea, My question for you Izzy is what're you planning on doing about all the trash Mike C. and AJ Johnson talked about you ? Are you going to fire back or just take it like a little bitch ?
Izzy:What they say doesn't affect me...All they've got going for them-sleves are this tournament...I mean look at AJ Johnson he has no talent, Grilled Cheese is probaly going to come in and knock him out first round...Then we've got Mike C. Who was talking a tremendous amount of trash this past week...But as I said it doesn't affect me just wait until I get my hands on him and rip him to shreads like I did TKO.
Roger:That's your answer. Next Caller.
[Roger presses another button.]
Roger:You're on air.
Voice:Yea. I'm calling in to ask Izzy Why he's so damn cocky ? I mean Grilled Cheese has held more titles than you and you run around acting like you're god or some holy leader and I definetly don't think it's right if you haven't held a title or beat any body that's actually talented.
Roger:Wow...That's some tough words...How owuld you like to respond Izzy ?
Izzy:I'm going to respond like this...it's not about titles or about who've you beaten...It's about the amount of heart and talent you've got week in and week out...Not how many titles you've held because if that would be the case thenAJ Johnson would be jesus of GWA and look at the guy he can't beat a janitor. So Yea Grilled Cheese has held more titles than I have...But That's not what matters all that matters is how you go out and perform and every week I go out and put a hundred-and twenty percent in the ring.
Roger:Nice answer Izzy. Restraining your self from usuing any foul language. But that's all the time we've got for today folks...Izzy's got to go to thearena and get ready for his match.So until next time guys be safe.
[Roger and Izzy throw the headphones down and exit the room going all the way back to the black SUV and climbing in it. Moments pass before the SUV pulls to a stop infront of the Arena. Roger and Izzy hop out and stand side by side.]
Roger:Well here we are...Good luck tonight.
[Izzy doesn't say thank you or anyhting he simply walks into the arena and back to the lockeroom with out looking back to see if Roger had even left. Izzy is now in his lockeroom. He walks over to the locker with the name Izzy on it and opens it up. He grabs his black gym bag and tosses it next to a wooden bench, he walks ovr and takes a seat on the bench, he then opens the bag and pulls out his baby blue tights, and his boots and knee pads. He stands up and walks back into the shower area. A few moments pass and Izzy walks out of the showers dressed in his ring attire. He sets down on the bench and reaches in the bag grabbing his black wrist tape and begins to wrap his left wrist in the tape when someone knocks at his door.]
Izzy:It's open.
[The door opens and into the lockeroom steps none other than Troy Franklin. He walks voer and sets down next to Izzy. Izzy cuts the tape from his left wrist and looks over at Troy.]
Troy:So what's up ? You ready for you're match ?
Izzy:Yea...I'm ready.
Troy:What's up ? You seem a little out of it.
Izzy:Honestly I am...All that's been bringing me happiness as of late is drugs and violence and It seems like that's all I can do.
Troy:Man that feeling will past. It's all your demons trying to escape and sometimes you've just got to let them escape and do a little evil. It'll pass on and you'll be your old self again in no time.But anyway, You ready ?
Izzy:Yea.
Troy:You better be this guy ain't playing no games tonihgt. He's a straight beast and you know that I've tought you not to judge how a match will work until you've stepped in the ring with you're opponet.
[Izzy nodds and stands up.Troy stands up as well. The two hug and then disperse.]
Izzy:Thanks Troy. It means alot to me that you still try'n watch after me.
Troy:Don't mention it.
[Izzy walks over to the door and opens it.]
Troy:Where you goin ?
Izzy: To do some thinking.
[Izzy shuts the door leaving Troy in the lockeroom by himself.]
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Post by Izzy Inzane on May 1, 2011 10:03:30 GMT -5
When I made the attack on TKO last week it made me feel all warm and cozy inside. When I snort my cocaine It makes me feel as if everything is going to be ok, and there's nothing to worry about in the world...
[Scene opens. Izzy is setting down on the ring apron over looking the entrance ramp. He's dressed in his ring attire of black boots,black knee pads, baby blue tights, and his black wrist tape only taped around his left wrist.His face is empty and has no emotion showing, he looks lost.]
Maybe Troy was right...Maybe it's just the demons inside of me trying to climb out and do a little evil to please their urges...Or maybe it's actually the way I've became...Maybe I'm the problem, not my demons...But me...who knows ?
But one thing's for sure...Tonight is when my takeover of GWA starts...I'm starting with this ignorant prick Mike C. who thinks making fun of people's names will make fans like him and help him when matches...Well Mike I can mke fun of your name to, What's that C. stand for ? C**k in your mouth ? Or maybe it stands for I couldn't wrestle my way out of a paper bag ? But you know no-one knows what it stands for so I'll leave it alone...But know this, I'm coming for you first...
The next stepping stone that's in my way is the washed up AJ Johnson...Wait let me correct myself you have to have talent at one point in your career to be washed up and you've never had talent so I guess you just suck period...You come in running your mouth like Mike C. when in reality you wouldn't say that to my face because you know I'd knock your teeth down your throat...All you are is a little bitch, All you do is talk bad about guys that you know you don't have a chance of beating in your life-time. And to make it all worse you talked about Troy Franklin, My dear friend like he was a dog...Do you not relize that-that man is a legend and the way you talked about him was uncalled for...Just because you beat him by count out doesn't mean you'd ever win against him by pin fall or submission...So you can shut your little trap talking about Troy, And talking about me because even if we don't meet and the Pay-Per-View or we do and I lose, you better believe that I'm coming for you next week...
Then we've got the biggest stone on the path in Tsunami. This guy is going to take more than a step tog et over, he's going to take a hop, leap, jump to get over cause he's so fat...I was watching his promo and saw where he was saying that he wasn't weak and he has changed since he won the title...But I don't buy into that bullshit because I know that you got lucky in that title match and you are WEAK you couldn't win one on one against anyone to win that title..And you got lucky winning it in a six man title match...
Who's left in this tournament ? Is it really all of the guys that don't know how to wrestle ? How'd Grilled Cheese get into this thing ? How I beat this guy to shreads last time I was in the ring with him and ever since Mike C. gave him the hardcore belt everyone's satrted thinking that he's some kind of great superstar...Then There's JD Screw the janitor...Stardust, The other washed up superstar...Then we've got TKO...I want to take a brief moment to talk about TKO...
TKO, I once respected you...But when you come out to the ring not on top of your game and wrestle me and try to walk away with out telling em what happened or what was going on really hurt me...I lost respect for you and the only ay you can get it back is the next time we step face-to-face you bring your A++ game instead of coming out to the ring and jsut running around....
[Izzy rises to his feet and stands on the apron leaning back on the ropes.]
So we're only hours away from the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup...and everyone is expecting Mike C. to walk away victorious...I'm going to try my best to not allow this man to walk away victorious but if it happens it happens...But let one thing be known...No matter if I win or lose He's not going to walk out of the ring the same...
Because I'm coming in there on one mission...DESTROY...It's as simple as that wether or not I get past the first round or I win the tournament...everyone who gets in my way is going to get the same treatment...and it's all going toward my goal to DESTROY... and make my run to the top...Without falling down this time...I WILL NOT LOSE MY CHANCE AGAIN...
[Izzy jumps down from the ring apron and walks up the ramp itno the backstage area as the scene fades black.]
OOC:This one wasn't sub-par guys it was a last minute idea to make sure two where up so I didn't AWOL.
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