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Post by Hylian on Aug 15, 2007 20:31:33 GMT -5
Main Event Hardcore Hitman vs Mischeif Tonight, the XWE champion and the World Wrestling Champion face off in a heated Battle of the Champions! Damian Satania vs Mr. Great The heavily contested Damian Satania takes on a returning superstar...Mr. Great. Number 1 Contendership-Iron Man Championship Van Samanya vs Fuse The loser of last weeks Iron Man Championship match gets another chance at a former Champion himself. Hylian vs Big Pappi The Iron Man Champion takes on another possible contender for his title, Big Pappi. Tyrant and Wei-Yan vs Gravedigger and Scot Crocker The big man Tyrant teams up with Wei-Yan to take on a dead man and Scot Crocker. Lupo Roland vs Mr. Poku vs. Frankie G Lupo Roland takes on rich man Mr. Poku, promising to be a good match with the return of Frankie G! Tifa Roland vs Deanie Both experienced wrestlers step into the ring tonight, looking to pick up a win. Floyd Rose vs Raevin vs JayZ Floyd Rose makes his return to face the incoming Raevin and the returning JayZ. Anyone who is not posted on the card, PM me to be added.
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Van
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Post by Van on Aug 16, 2007 12:05:54 GMT -5
*The scene fades in to a large locker room, well supplied with enough furniture and appliances to make the area seem like a nightmare for claustrophobics. The couch is in order, cushions still in a perfect row. The light bulbs shine brightly, giving the room an inviting impression to any stray fans that just happen to walk by. Oddly, no one is in this room, until a jiggle of the door handle and a loud curse come from outside the red door*
Voice: Fuck this door!
*The man outside kicks to door with the heel of his shoe with such force, the door swings open as Van enters, digging around in his pocket for his cellular phone. He takes it out of his pocket and flips it open, slamming the door shut with his free hand. He walks over to his couch generically, plopping down in any cushion, picking up his phone as he falls down into the seat*
Van: Call...Danielle.
*Van dials the numbers because the voice recognition was being a slut. He put the red phone to his ear and looked at the blank T.V, waiting for his lovely wife to pick up*
Danielle: Hey you...
*Van smiled instantly, forgetting what he was going to say...*
Van: Hey. You...called earlier?
Danielle: ...yeah! Yeah, I did. I didn’t leave a voicemail, since I know you’re phone would keep ringing the reminder, and I know how much you hate that...
Van: What’d you need?
*In the background, Van heard voices of a few other girls walking past her, talking about the dresses on the rack, make-up and perfume...all that girly stuff*
Danielle: I was calling to remind you that you’re visiting your Grandpa’s grave today. Remember?
Van: That’s today?
Danielle: Yeah, hun. You’ve had it planned for at least a month now.
*Van rubbed the side of his head with his hand, hating himself on the inside for not remembering such an occasion*
Van: Alright. Well, are you going to come with? Or are you busy...
Danielle: Well, I’m at work right now. Me and few of the other girls are in the dressing rooms, so I might not be home until early in the morning. Photo shoots are late tonight; Paul couldn’t get us a good time in this stupid place.
Van: Sounds brutal. But you’ll do good. Just gotta stand there and look pretty.
*Danielle laughed, she hasn’t heard a sweet comment from him in awhile, giving her an idea...*
Danielle: Maybe I’ll get you some pictures of me for a keepsake...
*Van chuckled, but realized this conversation was getting nowhere, and he ought to be leaving soon...*
Van: Is that all you needed? Oh, wait.
*Van took the phone away from his ear, leaving Danielle to talk to the air as Van noticed he had another call. He drew the phone close to his ear quickly*
Van: I have another call, can you hold on?
Danielle: I have to go, anyways. Mwah. Bye!
Van: See you when you get home, I’ll have the lights on. Later babe.
*Van drew the phone away from his ear again and hit the “call waiting” button on his phone, not recognizing the number*
Van: Hello?
Voice: You’re ride is here, sir.
Van: My what?
*Van’s face turned from happy to confused as this entire thing was happening too fast*
Voice: Your limo, sir? It’s parked outside the main office. I’m standing outside the door.
Van: Oh. Uh...I'll be there in like, 2 minutes.
*Van flipped the phone closed, packing it back into his pocket while rising from the couch. He stretches arms and heads over to the door, flipping the light switch down before exiting*
*The scene cuts to outside the arena, where a long, black limo is parked alongside a short curb. Pedestrians walk by, passing glances at the limousine as they pass. The camera pants to the front door, where Van is seen nearing the doors. He pushes them open one by one, finally reaching the outdoors*
Van: Terry.
Terry: Van.
*He hops down the stairs as the driver opens his door. Van climbs in, the driver gets in his seat, and they speed off*
*About a half an hour later, the camera is focused a distance from the graveyard, as two giant gates are separated side by side by a golf-cart size stonewall. In big, bold letters on the wall, reads “Boston Memorial Graveyard” on the golden plaque attached to the brick. Van’s stretch limo pulls in through the opening and travels a way down the narrowly paved path. The camera follows the limo as it rides smoothly through the graveyard, under all of the autumn leaves and trees until it slows to a halt in front of a few tombs. On the inside, Van looks through the tinted window at a specific tombstone, directly across from his stare*
Van: Stay here, Terry.
*Van opens up the door and jumps out of the limo, closing the door behind him as the scene fades to black...*
End promo 1.
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Post by ratedrsuperstar on Aug 16, 2007 13:42:45 GMT -5
* camera fades into JayZ's locker room *
JayZ: Life become soo0o0o0o nuuuumb!
* The door gets kicked open wind rushing to JayZ making his Ipod headphones fall off streching off the clotch protecter
Jayz: Yo wtf?! Who the hell are you?!
Unkown: Im your new trainer so go sit your ass back down!
JayZ: Who the hell sent you!?
UnkownHe said his tags D-Block??
JayZ: That stupid mother...
Unkown: So lets get to work in the gym!
JayZ: Ok what ever your driving.
Unkown: Whats the nearest Gym to your house?
JayZ: 14 Peel Way...
Unkown: Okay lets roll dog'!
*JayZ and unknown walk out the room as JayZ is switching off the lights and taking his Ipod 80Gig , camera fades...*
*Camera switches into a desert with only dust and a big rushing sea*
JayZ:ahmamhmmhamhmahm!
*Camera turns to JayZ's face and can see JayZ's face is tied with a rope and cloth*
Unkown: STFU! This is a hold up! Now we both will die!
* The car drives to a cliff over 100 feet tall , the unkown kidnapper pulls agresively of the rope and cloth tearing the cloth in half *
unkown: Got any more words punk?!
JayZ: Yes but I think my fist will do the talking!
* Jayz jabs the kidnapper in the eye so hard the thrust of the car had been so much the car fell down over the cliff *
*SPLASH*
* The car fully sunk and all the doors where locked both gasping for breath , as JayZ kicks his window with his foot breaking it and also blunting his foot , JayZ slam as fast he can up in the air and made in just in time , JayZ swam towards the nearest rock and sat there taking in all the oxygen he could *
JayZ: That dumbass nearly killed me damn him to death!
A body floats up from the water slowly flowing down the coast
JayZ: Woah damn *gasp gasp* hes dead and he tryed killing me! DAMN! * gasping and coughing *
* A heli-copter came flying down with a man and a microphone screaming *
Heli-copter man: Dont worry we are here to resuce you we saw your car falling down the cliff and was searching the sea! Climb on to the rope!
* A ladder falls down next to JayZ's hands as JayZ grabs on it and climbs himself up 1 step at a time each time gasping for oxygen *
Heli-Copter assistant: Okay here is a oxygen mask wear it and we will drive you to a desistination where you want to go
JayZ: I *gasp* Want to *gasp* go to XWE head*gasp* quarters * gasping and coughing *
* JayZ puts on the oxygen masks and lays down slowly on the medical bed , the airoplane drives near the XWE HQ and helps JayZ up *
JayZ: Thanks guys I am going to lay down in my locker room now.
* JayZ opens the XWE doors as the camera slowly fades *
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y2gee
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Post by y2gee on Aug 16, 2007 13:45:18 GMT -5
Promo 1 SR-71 music starts playing and all the fans suspiciously look around to see who it is, because it is strangely familiar. A fiery explosion reveals the face of Mr. Great. As soon as he pops up the arena gets filled with boos. One fan threw his Coke drink at him, but missed by an inch. He seems to have returned in better shape. As he walked down the ramp he continuodsly flexes at different audience members with a big smirk in his face.
Nigel Black (Commentator): Oh my god! That's...That's Mr. Great!!! In an XWE ring?
Larry Hurley (Commentator): He does have his return match later on tonight. It was on the bulletin!
Nigel: I never read those things.
Ring announcer Victoria Lennox is puzzled but after a few seconds, begins to announce Mr. Great.
Victoria Lennox: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. --"
Mr. Great: Hold on just a minute! (There's a pause as he continues walking down the ramp.) I'm a man who needs no introduction. I'm Mr. Great. And nobody who supports the Boston Red Sucks deserve to hear my name.
Mr. Great enters the ring as Victoria is about to exit. He doesn't take his eyes off her.
Mr. Great: Oh wait, hold on sexy.
Victoria turns around and looks at Mr. Great confused. Mr> Great stares back
Mr. Great: What are ya doing later on? Maybe we can go get some McDonalds or something.
Victoria: McDonald's?! you cheapskate!
Mr. Great: Fine, we'll go to Burger King! Victoria rolls her eyes.
Victoria: Don't you have your return match or something against Damian Satania later on tonight.
Mr. Great: Yeah, but that's later. Come on if we leave right now we'll have enough time to return and plenty of time to kick Satania's ass all over this arena.
Victoria: Well... Victoria looks around to the audience, who is yelling "Don't GO!!!" over and over again.
Mr. Great: Don't listen to these people. Look at them. They're from Boston. Besides, half of them haven't even had a date in ten years. Me on the other hand this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you, baby. Victoria places her hand in her chin and after a short pause raises the mic to her mouth.
Victoria: OK, Fine i guess.
Mr. Great: You guess? Honey, I'll give you a night you will never forget!
Victoria looks down in concern. Mr. Great grabs her hand and then steps on the rope for her as she goes out. They both leave the ring holding hands. *end promo*
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raevin
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Post by raevin on Aug 16, 2007 15:31:10 GMT -5
*Scene fades in with yelling being heard between Raevin and two other people. As the picture comes into focus we see Raevin at his door with what looks like a security officer and a female stage hand. The security man is attempting to hold Raevin into the confines of his room while the stage hand is clearly taunting him.*Raevin: That bitch stole my microwave! Security: Do you have proof? Theres nothing I can do unless you can prove thats your microwave she has. Stage hand: Well he won't be able to prove that its his because its really mine! Raevin: Like hell it is. *Raevin pushes past the guard with ease and pins the stage hand to the wall by her shoulders. Beads of sweat drip down her forehead as she makes small grunts of effort to free herself from the rock hard grip crushing her shoulders.*Raevin: Now... I've never been one to lose his temper but stealing and then lying about it to my face when you know i know you took it. *Raevin looks back at the security guard stumbling to his feet. He waits until the guard is close enough and delivers a bone chattering back kick to the guards abdomen bringing the guard to his knees once again. Raevin turns his attention back to the girl, beads of sweat down her entire face, her fear clearly present in her eyes as they begin to swell up with tears.*Raevin: Now where was I. Oh yes. My microwave. Now if you had asked to borrow it i would have gladly given it to you for a while but, taking it while im away and then lying? I'm sorry but thats just not gonna happen. Stage Hand: (Yelling) Its a fucking microwave! Raevin: Well its MY microwave. Stage Hand: Fine take it! Just let me down! *Ravin lets out a satisfying grunt and releases the girl who immidiately runs off down the hall yelling over her shoulder.*Stage Hand: You just wait you stupid shit. I got connections! Your ass is as good as dead you hear me?! DEAD! Raevin: Yeah, ok. You go do that. Tell them the key is on the door frame! *Raevin walks off in the opposite direction helping the guard to hsi feet and calling for an ambulance.*Raevin: Sorry about that man. I get a little out of control when people steal my stuff. I just can't stand it. Guard: Its all right. This isnt the first time its happened. *Raevin puts the guards arm over his shoulder and begins waling him to the parking lot.*Raevin: I'll pay for the hospital in full sir don't you worry. *Raevin lays him down by the wall and props him up so he is sitting. The guard points to a water machine and Raevin understands what he wants and returns with water for them both. Raevin opens up one bottle and hands it to the guard who drinks half the bottle in several large gulps. Raevin smiles and closes his eyes settuing the bottle down next to him unopened.*Guard: Don't you worry about the hospital bill. I got special insurance just for these occurances. *The distant sound of sirens is heard and the ambulance pulls into the parking lot followed by three squad cars. The Polce men jump from the car aiming their guns at Raevin who quickly shoots his hands into the air and lays on his stomach plaing his hands behind his back.*Raevin: (quetly to himself) Here we go again..... *The police come and place handcuffs on him announcing that he is under arrest for aggrivated assualt. Raevin simply rolls his eyes and walks himself to the cop car and sits himself in the back seat. As soon as the car is out of the parking lot the cops remove their hats and park in a nearby alley. They open the back of the car door and drag the surprised Raevin into a storage rom. The room is pitch black but murmurs of people can be geard all around him. He is seated and tied to a wooden chair under a single celling light. *: Is this the guy Marie? *The woman Raevin had pinned to the wall walked slowly into the light. Just enough so Raevin could see her face.*Marie: Yup. Thats him all right. * With that she turned and was gone. Raevin heard a mettalic sound in the direction of where Marie had walked off and he knew she had left the room. A dozen muscular men all bearing some sort of blunt weapon appeared in the light around him smiling and laughing to themselves. Raevin looked around and realized he was about to get the beating of his life. He closed his eyes and looked down and muttered to himself.*Raevin: Thats the last time I call some ones bluff..................... *After one final glance around the room he let himself go limp and prepared for the worst.*Raevin: Shit........
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Post by xDeniedx on Aug 16, 2007 16:18:28 GMT -5
Scene opens with Damian sitting on a couch at home. The visible parts of his body are covered with bandages and scrapes from the previous night.
Damian: Yes, yes, I know what you are all saying. Damian Satania after all his song and dance was brutally defeated by Hardcore Hitman last night at Golden Road. However, most of you saw how we both left the arena, and with that being said I first extended my congratulations to my fellow Canadian and tag team partner.
Damian slowly and what appears to be quiet painfully gets up from the couch and limps his way over to the kitchen counter and grabs sheet of paper. He then makes his way back over to the couch and to what him seems like forever slowly slinks back down.
Damian: This paper was faxed to me early this morning. It is the card for this weeks show in Boston. It appears I'm taking on returning "superstar" Mr.Great. Now, tell me something here Mr.Great. What makes you so fantastic, so much better than someone like myself here. Is it your ability to lay down for the three count? Maybe it's how "Great" you are at picking up the ladies, and yes that last bit was sarcasm. I don't know very much about you, but from what Elipso has told me you aren't that much to fear. Oh yes, I am related to Elipso if you didn't know, so you know you are in for a world of hurt. These wounds will be healed in time for our match, and I'm going to show you who truly is the greater superstar in the end. You picked a bad week to debut, and I'll make sure you regret it.
The camera fades out while Damian begins again to slowly try and get up from the couch.
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raevin
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Post by raevin on Aug 16, 2007 22:30:00 GMT -5
*Scene somes back in with the camera man a decent ways away frm Raevin and the other men. The men now laughing at Raevin's attempts to free himself. The screen zooms in on Raevin's face as it is scrunched up in concentration. It pans down to see him going through his back pocket and then removing his car keys. He then rigorously but discreetly begins to saw at the ropes binding him to the chair. One of the men that was in the car with him stepped forward swinging a wooden baseball bat over his shoulder. He propped one foot onto Raevin's knee and pushed down hard grinning at the pain on Raevin's face.*
Man: Heh, So how's it feel?
Raevin: Well it really hurts my knee if thats what your wondering. I'd advise you to step off if you don't want to leave this room on a stretcher.
*The man leaned in closer and stared Raevin in the eye wondering what had caused his sudden boost in confidence. The camera showing the cut ropes held closely in his hands making it seem as if they were still tied. Raevin simply grinned and looked back at the man. The man then stepped off and turned to walk away.*
Man: Hell with it, go crazy boys.
*Raevin's grin turned into a smile as he kicked the chair behind him hitting one man in the chest and taking out 3 more behind him. The man tunred arond in shock and raised his weapon but Raevin was already there and it was then the man knew he was at Raevin's mercy. Raevin grabbed the man by his throat, his hand pulsating under the increasing heartbeat of the man in his grip. He took the baseball bat from the mans hand and used it to fend off any one that came to close. Realizing he had gained an advantage he quickly clamed and took full use of it.*
Raevin: Does anyone know where this Marie girl lives.
*No one raised their hand. Raevin smiled*
Raevin: O.K. then I guess this guy will have to bear her punishment instead.
*Raevin tightened his grip on the mans throat and could feel the windpipe slowly close shut under his grip. Hearing the man in Raevin's choke hold ust have set off some people because one man ahd walked forward rather quickly.*
Armed man: O.K. O.K. we'll tell you where she lives just put him down. For Christ sake please put him down.
*Raevin released his grip, the man taking in full gulps of air and grabing weakly at Raevin's arm attempting to release himself.*
Raevin: This is how its gonna happen. Everyone except for you.
*Raevin pointed to the man who had stepped up.*
Raevin: ......will stay here. I'm taking this guy with me.
*He shook the man still suspended in the air by his throat.*
Raevin: If i so much as hear something that might be any of you. He dies. Got it?
*Everyone uniformely nodded and Raevin with the man still held by the thorat and the other man left the room thourhg the mettalic door. The cameraman shuts down the camera attempting to silently move outside to follow the three to wherever they may be going.*
End of promo 2
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Post by Nick on Aug 16, 2007 23:31:19 GMT -5
*The next scene takes place...and the camera focuses on Mischeif's face...him holding his newly World Wrestling Championship title over his shoulder...and looking at another camera over to the right. Mischeif has several bandages on his head, and some dry blood left over.*
Mischeif:[/color] World Wrestling Championship....
*Before Mischeif speaks again, he stops...and looks down towards the floor. It's an awkward moment, and appears to last forever. Out of nowhere he jerks his head up again and looks into the same camera.*
Mischeif:[/color] World Wrestling Championship....do you know what this title is? It's not just a title, it's a symbol. Mark. Proven fact now, winning this title means your on top of the world. It doesn't symbolize a promotion..like the XWE title...but the world. The WORLD. Sure, you can win the XWE Championship time and time again, but is it possible to win the world time and time again? Yeah, sure, it probably is possible. But this is the REAL World Wrestling Championship...the best title...
*The door slams open and a guard pops in. He's bulky and muscular, and his voice is booking.*
Security:[/color] I don't mean to bother you, sir, but we have one woman named "Sara" who says she knows you.
*Mischeif's eyes grow dull for a moment, and it sparks in his head. He realized he was supposed to go out with Sara after his match. Shit.*
Mischeif:[/color] Yeah, and what are you doing talking to me about it? You don't see a random woman now and then telling me they know me. Let her in!
*The Security guard nods and closes the door, a moment later he opens it and Sara walks in slowly...*
Sara:[/color] Wow, your guards are really...uh...defensive in protecting you.
Mischeif:[/color] I apologize, they can be real idiots sometimes. You wanted to talk to me?
Sara:[/color] Well uh, yeah. I noticed you won your match, must be an honor.
Mischeif:[/color] Honor? 'Big Pappi', walked into a slaughter. I'll admit he got some good shots in, but nothing too big of a deal.
*Sara, kind of laughs for a moment and the cameras focus on Mischeif's severely bandaged head. Mischeif puts his hand up to it, and turns away.*
Mischeif:[/color] Well uh, besides that. I mean, Muta would have been disappointed in me.
*Mischeif kind of laughs at his own joke..but Sara is rather confused. After a moment or two of awkward silence...Sara sighs inside and slowly walks towards the door. Rather disappointed believing Mischeif forgot.
Sara: Well, I think I'm going to go now. Kudos to your win.
Mischeif:[/color] Go, now? Your leaving..where are you going?
Sara:[/color] Well, I was going to go out and grab a bite to eat.
*Sara walks to the door and closes the door behind her. She waits a minute and expected Mischeif would have remebered, but he didn't. She walks ten or so more feet and the door slams open to his room. He comes running in front of her and it startles her.*
Mischeif:[/color] You didn't expect me to forget, did you now?
*Sara smiles, and she begins to walk with Mischeif. The camera fades away as they exit the building, into Mischeif's car.*
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Post by bulletproofcow on Aug 16, 2007 23:33:58 GMT -5
*A numb effect silences a Boston crowd as Raw Dog echoes throughout the arena. As fans start to boo and prepare to throw their overpriced drinks, the titantron reveals the mug of a man who's XWE return involved a promise. The promise of current XWE Chairman James Hylian's death at his hands. Fuse is back.*
Fuse: Tonight...marks the return of an icon to the XWE ring. A man who's life was marked by torture, dismay, betrayal. Tonight is a night where those things are put on hold. As much as I would love to wring the neck of Jimmy tonight, I have another grudge to settle. You see, my life story will not be on display tonight. However, a part of it was already shown to you all. Some of you may remember a short lived stable...one where even with ones I thought I loved I was an outsider. Gravedigger was the father who was never too drunk to stand up. Pappi was a man who I thought I could respect. Van was a brother and best friend. But in mere months, those days were destroyed and tarnished.
Fuse: You see, my departure from the world of wrestling was not a clean one. There was no honest reason for it. I was taken out of the wrestling world by those loved ones. Pappi took me out drinking one night before a big show. I was challenging Flame for the GWA Belt. I had the world at my finger tips. I stumbled back into my hotel room around 3 in the morning and pass out on the bed. I wake up around 1, and turn on my phone to see a voicemail. Its Frankie. Apparently a search had been done on my house in Oxford. They found multiple illegal substances, including steriods, cocaine, and something I can't even pronounce. Frankie said that I would wrestle that night, and after that my contract would be terminated.
Fuse: I hung up my phone and looked in the mirror at myself. Staring into space I looked for something that would tell me what I've become. Seconds became minutes, soon into hours. Then I realized what had happened. The thing I can't even say, let alone use, was provided by Van, who only once ever told me that he had some of those things. The cocaine they found had been only used by Pappi. All the "perscribed" steriods were Gravedigger's. But this is a dirty, dirty buisness. These things are almost common to an extent. But I took the fall, I was thrown back into a cyclone not seen since my youth. My life took a destructive turn for the worst...and my "family" was the one who caused it.
Fuse: I don't ask you fans to forgive me for what I've done, or what I will do to Van, Pappi, Digger, and most importantly Hylian. In fact, I don't care if you firebomb my house or try to blow up my limo tonight. But too many bonds were broken for forgiveness. A journey back to greatness starts tonight for the Fallen Phenom. Van is the first brick in the wall that will suffocate you Hylian...be prepared for the worst.
*The titantron cuts back to Freeze Over's logo as cameras fade out*
End Promo 1
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y2gee
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Post by y2gee on Aug 17, 2007 11:49:25 GMT -5
Promo 2
Mr. Great and Victoria Lennox are seen exiting the red convertible.
Victoria: I don't mean to be a snitch, but Satania was talking crap about you.
Mr. Great: It's OK. I don't care what some jack-off who listens to everything his washed up, has-been relative, Elipso, says.
They both continue walking and after a few seconds enter the Burger King. Mr. Great is disguised in shades so the fans won't attack him with fury. As they enter, everybody begins to stare and wonder why there are cameras inside a Burger King and they also stare suspiciously at Mr. Great and Victoria.
James (Burger King employee): Welcome to Burger King, Home of the Whopper, how may i help you?
Mr. Great: Uhh...Let's see i would like...
Mr. Great looks at the menu examining thoruoughly, and then Victoria steps up to the counter.
Victoria: Excuse me ladies first.
Mr. Great (to himself): What a b*tch!
Victoria: I want the Chicken Sandwich meal.
James: And to drink?
Victoria: Um...Coke.
Mr. Great: Do You know how much caffeine they put on that?
Victoria: Look at my body...Does it look like I care about caffeine
Mr. Great: Good point.
James (getting slightly annoyed): And You, sir?
Mr. Great (flexing at Victoria): I'll have the Double Whopper.
Victoria: You know...I like big things like the whopper too.
Mr. Great: Really? like what other things?
Victoria looks down at Mr. Great's pants.
James: Foo, looks like you're getting lucky tonight.
They both look at James with disgust, who has a look of fear in his eyes. Mr. Great then spits in his face and socks him in the face.
Victoria: Mr. Great! stop!!
Mr. Great then picks him up, opens the cash register and shoves his face there . Shouting and yelling fills the room as the guests begin to panic in the restaurant and many of them ran out while some stayed to speculate the brawl. Mr. Great then does the GreatBomb to James on the countertop, leaving James knocked out on the floor. Meanwhile, another employee is on the phone.
Employee #1: Police, police! Yes there is a maniac in my restaurant. I think he just killed one of our employees! (pause) Well he's handsome and strong. (Pause) Yes, Our direction is...
Mr. Great: Put that phone down! or I’ll, I’ll hit you with this...(looks around) ketchup bottle!!
The employee obeys and hangs up.
Mr. Great: Now, this never happened and no I’m not signing autographs.
Mr. Great leaves with Victoria as the speculators remain motionless with fear.
*end promo*
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Post by Van on Aug 17, 2007 14:15:54 GMT -5
*The scene fades in to the pit patter of rain, falling freely from the patterned sky above the mortal head. The camera pans upwards to get a better view of this rare moment, as the vibrant colors of deep blue and jet black intermix, shrouding the One above the mortal head in complete mystery once again. The camera slowly lowers down into a poorly kept courtyard; seemingly dead from age’s ago, resisting change at any cost. As the camera levels out, scattered tombstones dig themselves into the soil beneath them as a majestic jolt of lightning reveals the engraved lettering on the faces of the symbols of the deceased. The grass surrounding the dead is covered with drops of rain hanging from the very tip of the blade, showing off their shine to the breeze as a rolling thunder booms in the background, setting the scene for a more mellow tone. As the camera pans, more and more dead flowers appear across the bottom of the screen. The panning stops, as it serenely zooms in to a single grave to only be lit by the presence of the lightning once more*
“Howard Samanya. 1925-2007. The embrace of remembrance will serve as a bind until we meet again”
*The sky goes dark again, only the light from the moon barely reveals the text towards the bottom of the tombstone, as the rain pit-patters against its granite top*
*Suddenly, the picture goes blank*
*Seconds later, the scene slowly fades back in, the moon gradually lighting up in the corner of the sky as a black outline of a tall mysterious object stands in front of the tombstone, blocking the view of it’s granite face. Silent it stands as the camera moves to the side of the object, slowly revealing more of both the tombstone and the dark object. The moon gives us light on this character, but its face is overtaken by the shade of a young oak tree nearby. A breath is taken in, but shortly released into the sway of a gentle breeze as the camera slowly pans around them. Slowly it comes around, revealing the troubled soul of a man, and the scratches he hides. The moon sheds light on his skin, covered by the long hair, traditionally colored in his unique style. A quick shine of his light ring passes by the lens as he lowers himself into a crouch, eye level of the symbol of his grandfather’s life, taken as easily as it was given*
Van: Gone but not forgotten, you live on in my heart, and the heart of us all, Grandfather.
*The rain carelessly falls upon his shoulders and hair, but do nothing to break the deeply concentrated mind of Van Samanya. Another jolt of lightning lights the sky, revealing a flower in Van’s hand, as his arm is across his knee. He looks down into the depths of the grass beneath him, saying a silent prayer under his breath as drops of rain fall from his hair*
Van: I’ve brought with me a rose, dedicated to you from the whole family back home. Everyone. Dad. Mother...
*Van lifted his head up and placed an open palm on the face of the tombstone. He muttered a few words in native tongue, and placed the rose upon the top of the grave with delicacy. He stared at the stone for what seemed like an eternity, resting his arm back on his knee as he silently observed the rain fall on its pedals. Blank faced, he arose slowly and put his hands in his pockets, giving his final dues to Howard before he walked away from his grave*
Van: So many years you’ve been apart of my life, now I can’t rely on anyone...
*As Van walks, the bench appears at his side from behind the young oak tree. Van stops walking on analyzes the bench for a moment. Something about this bench caught his eye, and walked over to it without a hurry. He stepped one foot on the wooden seat, pivoting his foot until he sat comfortably on the backrest. Van placed an elbow on each knee and made a fist to rest his head on as he stared at the tombstone from a distance*
Van: What else could possibly go wrong...
*The camera cuts from the view of the Van on the bench surrounded plentifully by grass, to a close up of Van’s face. One half of his face is show from hair to lips on the left side, as the remainder of the view is taken by brush and the streets behind him. He stares into the camera, sending shivers up and down your spine with his the glare of his eye. The pupil of his eye strikes fear into the heart of the weak, as it reveals the hidden scratches and pain inside*
Voice: Van.
*Van raises an eyebrow, turning his head as the camera pulls back more, showing a man of the same height standing by him. He wears a suit, buttoned down, red cuffs at the end of his sleeves. A hat, slightly tipped on its side as his arms are behind his back*
Driver: Sir, you’re limousine is waiting.
*Van stayed still as another flash of lightning lit up the sky above for the last time. Van sat still as Terry returned to his limo as Van sat in the pouring rain, wishing something good would happen to him, and soon*
Van: Terry.
*Terry stopped in his tracks, and swiftly turned around, like he was trying add drama to his step*
Terry: Yes, sir?
Van: Sit with me.
Terry: Certainly, sir.
*Terry stepped through the wet soil, squishing under his leather shoes as he drew close to the bench. He seated himself on the bench like Van, resting his arms on his knees as they looked on into the rain*
Van: Terry. Have you ever wondered where your life is going?
Terry: Sir?
Van: Well, I think that everyone, at some point in their life, takes a moment to think by themselves in peace.
*Terry laughed quietly under his breath as he made himself comfortable on the narrow backrest of the antique bench*
Terry: I can’t remember a time where I did such a thing.
*Van took his fist away from under his chin, and rested his arms upon his legs, but he kept his locked hands in a fist*
Van: Why not?
*Terry took his time getting every breath he could into his lungs, just to let it all out with a sigh*
Terry: Well, sir. I’ve happily enjoyed my time serving as a driver to many big names around the world. So I guess you can say I’ve been too busy to have a moment to stop and think.
*Van looked down through the gaps in the wood as they arced to make a seat*
Van: By any chance, do you happen to catch my match last week?
Terry: I made sure of it. Why do you ask?
Van: Well, last week was supposed to be a milestone in my career. Everyone believed I could defeat anything in my way. Anything...
*Van sighed heavily*
Van: I blew it, Terry. That was my shot at greatness. My chance to be recognized above everyone in the business. I wanted the spotlight to be on me for once...
*Thunder rolled in the distance as a car passed behind them, speeding over the sheet of raindrops that fell against the paved road*
Terry: Well, sir. I’ve come to realize in my teenage years that you get second chances, although they don’t come in bunches.
Van: But that was my night, Terry. The crowd was behind me, my family was behind me, friends...everyone. Then you combine the death of my close Grandfather. I just don’t know what to do.
*Terry hesitated for a moment, moving his left arm to give Van a pat on the back, but instead, he put it back to rest on his leg*
Terry: Look, sir. The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them. We’re all given opportunities that are brilliantly disguised as impossible situations. You’ve only been in the XWE for a year. Give it time, Van.
*Van looked up, still dwelling in deep thought as he stepped down onto the bench, then the ground with a quick hop. Terry followed Van’s actions as he too, rose from the bench*
Van: Let’s get out of here. I’m freezing.
*Van and Terry leave the presence of the scene, leaving the bench they sat upon to be lonesome once again as the camera pans over to the grave of Van’s Grandfather. Lightning flashed in the sky over and over, lighting the stone just enough to see more words, covered by dirt. Slowly, the rain falling from the head runs down, clearing little chunks of dirt and grass*
“The highest reward that God gives us for good work, is the ability to do better...”
*The sky goes dark once again, concealing the letters heavily as the scene fades to black...*
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Post by xDeniedx on Aug 17, 2007 22:28:24 GMT -5
Damian is sitting on his couch still, he flicks the t.v on to see advertisements for a repeat of Golden Road with clips of the stars involved being shown in between.Damian: Hell of a night.Damian takes a swig of his beer and sets it back down on the table near by. His movement his improving and he's begun to remove bandages from himself. However, he still isn't walking to quickly yet. The phone begins to ring and Damian, taking his time still, gets up and with a slight limp walks over and answers it.Damian:Hello Satania speaking, who is this?: It's me man.Damian: Look you're going to have to be a little more specific than that.: It's Hitman.Damian: Heh, oh sorry about that, I'm still a little out of it from Sunday night man. So what's up?Hitman: I've got some urgent news to tell you but I don't think doing it over the phone is the best way to deal with it.Damian pauses for a second trying to figure out if he knows anything that could be related to this. When his mind remains blank he asks anyways.Damian: Come on it can't be too bad, what's going on Hitman.Hitman: Look it's more important than you think.Damian begins trying to collect the things he needs to bring while staying within the boundaries the phone cord provides. He grabs his keys, his wallet but cant quite reach his coat.Damian: Okay, where are you? Just down the street at the Holiday Inn?Hitman: Nah man, I checked out of there this morning, moved somewhere that's a bit easier to talk.Damian: Alright, alright where in town are you, I'll meet you there.Hitman: Well, actually...Damian gets a sinking feeling in his stomach, if Hitman isn't in town like he's sounding, this can't be too good.Hitman: I'm actually in Niagara Falls, Canadian Side.Damian lets out an long sigh before finishing the phone call.Damian: Alright, I'm catching the next flight out, I'll see you in a couple hours. This better be as important as you say.Hitman and Damian say quick byes before hanging up the phones. Damian heads to the door and grabs his coat. He throws it on and begins to go out the door before he stops and goes back to the couch. He chugs the rest of the beer puts it down and then heads out the door to grab a taxi to the airport.
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Post by willstringer on Aug 18, 2007 1:21:19 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]The scene comes into focus with Stacy re-watching the match between her husband and TPW. Vanessa sits by her side holding onto Stacy's lifeless hand. She frowns as she watches Gravedigger fall into the grave and he gets covered by the dirt. Then Stacy comes back to life as Gravedigger is pulled out of the grave and his future partner raises his hand into the air. The sound from the crowd causes the microphone from the camera to short out. The silence causes Stacy to sigh and fall back into her chair.[/glow]
VANESSA: "You shouldn't torture yourself like this Stacy. It will only cause you more pain. Gravedigger lost a match against a worthy opponent. You mustn't feel any shame."
Stacy looks at her with her cold eyes. Vanessa attempts to move away but the cold glare keeps her in place.
STACY: "What I do to myself is none of your business. I used to be the Living Dead Girl. Now you are his pet not me. I will feel shame at this loss for the rest of my life. Gravedigger has become weak and you are the cause."
VANESSA: "Your mistaken Stacy. He isn't weak. He hasn't found his old self. But if you continue to act like this he will turn into the monster that he doesn't want to become again."
Stacy sits there stunned. She shoves Vanessa's comforting hand away and she goes into a brooding silence. A knock on the door causes them both to look up and Stacy snappishly calls whoever knocked to enter the room. A man of 5'10" pokes his head into the room and smirks at the two women.
VANESSA: "What do you want Scot?"
SCOT: "I just want to know where the big guy is."
STACY: *Looking furious* "Why do you want to see him?"
SCOT: "Well I'm his partner thats why. What the hell is your problem? Angry that he didn't win that stupid match. I would be to if I depended on my husbands money to get dresses like that."
In the arena the fans gasp and the camera focuses on Larry and Nigel with their mouths hanging open in shock.
LARRY: "Oh that wasn't something to say to her."
NIGEL: "Well she did deserve it for talking to Scot like that."
Larry shrugs his shoulders and so he looks back at the titantron but the scene has changed to show a graveyard and a freshly dug grave that has been covered up. In the center of the grave it pulses as if something is trying to break out of it.
LARRY: "Oh this is interesting. What do you make of this Nigel?"
NIGEL: "Not sure it can be some kind of joke against Gravedigger, but it might not be."
The scene changes to show a tombstone with a name on it that causes the fans to gasp once more.
LARRY: "Nigel am I seeing things?"
NIGEL: "No your not Larry. That tombstone is real and it says 'HERE LIES GRAVEDIGGER. A MAN THAT KNOWS DEATH ALL TOO WELL.' Couldn't they have put something else on it?"
The center of the grave has broken apart and a hand is thrust out into the air and the titantron goes black. The lights go out as well and the only sound anyone can here is laughter. Who's laughter is it? Where is it coming from? The grave? Or from beyond the realm of the living?
[glow=blue,2,300]The scene fades as Stacy sits up right once more and Scot jumps back in surprise at the sudden movement. The two women look at each other and they smile widely and Scot frowns at both of them before leaving them alone. He pauses in the hall as he hears the laughter and looks back at the now dark change room that he was just at.[/glow] [/size]
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y2gee
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Post by y2gee on Aug 18, 2007 9:40:14 GMT -5
Promo 3
Mr. Great and Victoria quickly rush to the car and start it off. they back up without looking back and drive off. Just after a few seconds lights shine upon Mr. Great and Victoria's face. Mr. Great peeks at his rearview mirror to see the cops after him with their lights.
Mr. Great: Do You think they know i beat up that BK employee?
Victoria: Well it could be that or just the fact that you've been speeding 75 on public streets and refusing to stop when they're signaling you to!
Mr. Great (starts to panic): Oh, crap I'm going to jail. I'm to cool to go to jail.
Victoria: Well, first you should stop since your still driving! Mr. Great halts as the police officer who is morbidly obese steps out of the car and a donut in his mouth.
Cop: Are you aware that you were well over the speed limit. More than we allow in Boston.
Mr. Great: Are you aware that you are fat?
Cop looks around.
Cop: Step out of the car, sir. Mr. Great steps out of the car.
Mr. Great: Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Great from the XWE!!! I'm a wrestler.
Cop: I don't watch that show, but what I do know is that you were speeding and now you are taking a drunk driving test for calling me fat.
Victoria: He's not drunk. He always insults people. It's his thing. Don't take it to the head.
Cop: You too mam step out of the car. The cop makes them walk onto a straight line and then tells them to say the alphabet backwards.
Mr. Great: Z, Y, X.,....Um W.....V.....U.............T?
Five minutes later the cop comes to the realization that Mr. Great is not drunk.
Cop: You're not drunk but you still get a $200 speeding ticket.
Mr. Great: $200? I make that amount in seconds.
Cop: $250.
Mr. Great: Is that all?
Cop: $500.
Victoria: We'll take the $500 thank you. She said holding Mr. Great's mouth shut.
Cop: Stay out of trouble, sir.
The cop left to his car and Mr. Great started his own convertible looking at the rearview mirror. He then leaves.
Victoria: This is officially my worst date ever. No wonder you're single!
Mr. Great remains silent as he turns on the radio.
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y2gee
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Post by y2gee on Aug 18, 2007 9:47:43 GMT -5
Promo 4
Mr. Great and Victoria make it back to the XWE arena in Great's convertible. They both step out of the car.
Mr. Great: Well, that was fun.
Victoria: Fun? Inviting me to McDonald's, Beating up a BK employee, threatening another one with ketchup, speeding, calling a police officer fat, saying the alphabet backwards and getting a $500 ticket!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF THAT'S YOUR IDEA OF FUN, THEN I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR CHEAP ASS AGAIN. Mr. Great grabs hold of Victoria's hand.
Mr. Great: Wait. My match is not for a couple of hours or so. How about...say we start our real date right here.
Victoria: Lemme think about that...NO
Victoria goes for a slap, but Mr. Great manages to block it and then forcedly kisses Victoria! Victoria tries to get away from the kiss but after a few seconds begins to enjoy it.
Mr. Great: Does that make up for the bad date?
Victoria: Ummm....No. But there's a way you can make it up.
Mr. Great: Hmmm....what did you have in mind?
Victoria: Well since the ring announcer Terry Reynolds has taken over for me and your match is not for another 2 hours i thought maybe we could have some fun.
Mr. Great: But all the hotels nearby are closed.
Victoria: Hotels are vastly overrated. Besides who needs hotels when we have your convertible.
Mr. Great gives a smirk as he opens the door for Victoria and rushes to the other side of the car . After a while the convertible begins to slightly shake as the scene fades.
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