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Post by Hylian on Jul 21, 2007 22:24:55 GMT -5
Nigel- Welcome back XWE Fans to our first edition of Freeze Over since the resurrection, and it has been one hell of a night!
Larry- Yes it certainly has Nigel, tonight, we have seen the debut of Floyd Rose, and the Return of Gravedigger! Nigel- Don't forget Scot "Helldogg" Crocker returned!
*The camera goes backstage onto Hylian, walking around in his fine-cut suit, looking the part of Chairman.*
Hylian say his hellos to the crew members, some "what's ups" to other superstars, then stops at Floyd Rose.
Hylian- Hello Floyd. Interesting little segment you had out there.
Floyd- Yeah well, I plan on making my mark on XWE tonight when I pin either you or Kendrick, then I will go to Golden Road and win the Iron Man Title.
Hylian- Ha, the only mark you will make on XWE is a skid mark. If you think you can beat me, then you have got another thing coming. Tonight, i will hit you with the Hyrulain, and pin your ass for the 1,2,3. If you think for a second that you have ANY chance to defeat me, then you are DEAD wrong. I have been through more fights than you can imagine, brutal matches that would make your head explode, and I have lost almost as much blood, as you will lose tonight.
Hylian moves in closer to Floyd Rose.
Hylian- But, maybe....just maybe, you will challenge me, and if the gods somehow let you pin me, then you will earn my respect, but trust me, you earning my respect doesn't mean you have seen the last of me. If you go to Golden Road and win the Iron Man Championship, i will not stop until one of us is dead in that ring, do you understand me?
Floyd- Understood.
*Hylian extends his hand*
*Floyd shakes his hand*
*Hylian pulls Floyd in close*
Hylian- Tonight, in that ring...Bones will break, Contenderships will be decided, and ...Roses will bleed...
*Hylian releases Floyd's hand, and walks away, with the camera set on Rose. The camera fades to black with Floyd Rose with a slightly concerned face.*
Promo 1/?
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Van
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Post by Van on Jul 22, 2007 18:11:20 GMT -5
*The scene cuts back to XWE action from a T.G.I Friday’s commericial to the beautiful outdoors of Johannesburg, South Africa. The breeze is light as it sways through the beautiful Western Cape Watsonias. Mountains lightly sprinkled with snow sit behind them on a large field of grass*
[glow=red,2,300]Johannesburg Plattelands Lughawe[/glow]
*A wooden sign reads, as it stands alone in the middle of the field. In the distance, a white aircraft is seen with a red "VS" logo on the vertical wing. The camera pans from the aircraft a poorly assembled wooden shack with the same text as the sign, embroided on it's banner. Next to the shack sits a dark-skinned man, enjoying the Spring day under the shade of a nearby tree. As he sees the plane draw closer, he stands from his chair, his native-wear blowing in the wind as Van's plane nears the ground. The landing gear extends from the plane as it lowers to the ground, the rubber eventually touching the wavy grass*
Man: Wie is jy? (Who are you?)
*The man shouts at the plane. The wind from the jets causes him to keep his distance until the draw-ladder extends from the plane. Surely enough, a small, white ladder folds down from the plane, examined by the man in the field. Momentarily, Van stepped down from the ladder, stopping to retrieve something from inside the plane. He grabs a designer suitcase or two, florally designed, and sets them on the ground. He reaches in again, grabbing bags of his own*
Man: Ek vra u wie u is, seun! (I'm asking you who you are, son!)
*The sound of the plane was dying down, enough so that Van can hear the man shout for attention. Van turns towards the man, spotting him instantly. He puts down his bags and hurries over to the man, with his hair blowing in his face*
Van: Hallo! Ek is Van Samanya. (Hello! I am Van Samanya.)
Man: Hoekem is jy hier? (Why are you here?)
Van: Ek is hier met my vrou om te besoek haar siek broer. (I am here with my wife to visit her sick brother.)
Man: Doen jy lewe hier? (Do you live here?)
*Danielle finally exits the plane, she holds her white mini-skirt down to avoid showing a little too much in the breeze of their homeland. She approaches them with a hurry, as well*
Danielle: Meneer! My eggenoot en ek makeer transportasie tot my tuis! (Sir! My husband and I need transportation to my home!)
*The man looks at them with a questionable face. He doesn't recognize the Caucasian looking couple in front of them as anywhere near natives to this country, or even residents...*
*About an hour later*
*The scene cuts to the an angled view of a large, white Victorian house, surrounded by other households and colorful flowers in the front yard. Possibly the only white house in the country, it's build looks superior to the normal working class houses, boasting it's own sense of style. After the fans get a good look at the house, a Jeep Wrangler (yeah, they have cars) pulls up into the driveway. Covered with dirt, the black paint still manages shine off of the blazing sun. As it rears to a stop, the doors open, Van hurrying to the other side to open the door Danielle, like a gentlemen*
Van: You hurry inside the house, I'll get the bags!
*He turned away from the door, but she extended her arm, and lay her hand on his shoulder*
Danielle: Van.
*He turned around quickly, still in a state of hurry*
Van: What is it?
*She put both hands behind his head and drew him closer, as they locked eyes in spur of a "moment"*
Danielle: Thanks for coming with.
*And with that, the scene fades with their lips coming together, despite the current situation at hand. The driver, sitting motionless in his seat, refused to look back as love was made in his backseat*
End promo...3?
I'm so white..
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Post by Hylian on Jul 22, 2007 19:07:37 GMT -5
The camera fades from black back into the arena, the camera fixated over the ring, facing the stage. The lights go off and there is the flickering of light from the cameras, with a little bit of white light flickering above the ring.So familiar and overwhelmingly warm..... This one, this form I hold... now.
Nigel- What the hell is happening? Embracing you, this reality here... This one, this form I hold now, so Wiide eyed and hoopeful.
Wiide eyed and hoopefully wild. We barely remember... what came before.. this precious moment, Choosing to be here... right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illuuuusion.[/center] *As the last line starts, the frequency of the lights going off above the ring increases, and right when it hits, the light turn on, and "Parabola" starts just as Hylian roars out from behind the curtain.* "We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment, We are Choosing to be here, right now. Hold on, stay inside...
*Hylian is walking to the sides of the stage, roaring with confidence and anger*[/color] This hoooooly realityy, this hoooooly experience. *Hylian starts his descent down the ramp*
Choosing to be here in... This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion. [/color] Aliiiiive![/center] *Hylian is holding his arms out, reaching the outstretched arms of the fans, continuing down the ramp*
In this hoooooly reality, in this hoooooly experience. Choosing to be here in... This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion... [/center] *Hylian makes it to the ring, and stops at the stairs*
Twirling round with this familiar parable. Spinning, weaving round each new experience. Recognize this as a holy gift and, celebrate this chance to beeeeee alive and breathing ..... [/i][/center] *Hylian gets to the top of the stairs, and gets onto the side of the ring, against the ropes*
Chance to beeeee.....alive and breathing.... *Hylian turns and ducks under the ropes, climbing in the ring*This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal. all this pain is an illusion. *The song fades as Hylian reaches for a mic, the fans are really behind him tonight*[/color] Hylian- Ladies and Gentlemen, you just listened to Parabol and Parabola by Tool, and if you do not know who Tool is, you most certainly are one.
Larry- Well that was unnecessary!
Nigel- Shut up, Tool.Hylian- Tonight, I have just shown millions of people around the world, that the Hylian who was feared beack in old XWE has returned. Every week, I had a new Entrance Theme, as a sort of a way to distract the focus of my opponent, or opponents. Actually the only reason I did it tonight was because the song kicks tremendous amounts of ass. I don't need to psyche anyone out tonight, Chris Kendrick isn't even in the building tonight, and Floyd Rose doesn't stand much of a chance.
*Hylian walks to the turnbuckle* Hylian- Fans of XWE, I swear to you here and now... When I pin either Floyd Rose, or Chris Kendrick in this ring tonight *Hylian points down* I will go to XWE's most anticipated Pay-Per-View, Golden Road, and i will fight for my first ever XWE Title Reign, and when I do, when I win the Iron Ladder Match, and beat down the Number 1 Contender, Van Samanya, and I have my arm raised high, and the Iron Man Championship raised above my head...I shit you not, you will have to hit me with everything you got, and a lot more, to take that gold away from me. *Hylian climbs on the Turnbuckle*
Hylian- Philadelphia, I don't think you heard me, I said...
YOU WILL HAVE TO HIT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT AND A LOT MORE TO TAKE THAT GOLD AWAY FROM ME!
*The crowd explodes into a cheering frenzy, and Hylian's music, Parabola by Tool plays again* Hylian looks into the camera, and points. Off mic, Hylian is heard shouting "Roses will bleed tonight!" and the camera fades to black.Promo 2/2
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Post by SNAKE-EATER on Jul 22, 2007 20:20:59 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a second story parking lot. A man pulls out of his space. A dented up Masda with such a horrible body kit it is a wonder what it first was. Across the lot of cars is a large original hummer. Painted with grey camouflage and a huge grill out of what looks like titanium. A moment of silence..... The hummer gives a tremendous charge into the side of the car. The Masda doesn’t flip, but rather tips on it side. But the hummer wasn’t done. The hummer turns parallel to the fliped car and the dark tinted window is rolled down. A MAC 10 attached to a dark brown hand pulls out ward. The taste of a whole 100 shot clip is unleashed into the bottom of the car. Hitting everything, including the gas tank from underneath. As the clips stops and the car turns into a inferno, the hummer gets out of there in a hurry. The distant call “Mothafucka’!” could be heard from the driver. Zoomed into the Masda nearly melted license plate, one could read “Dybre”
Meanwhile, at Philadelphia.
"What kind of emergency?" says HHM sipping the blood red liquid out of his gauntlet. "Dying Breed is going to hell" says the person standing on the other side of Hardcore Hitman's desk. HHM's eyes light up "How so?" Your little number one contender Gruff is willing to kill over that title. Crow's in the hospital with sever burns." The man croaks. "Well is there any proof that it is in fact Gruff?" "He came to work with his Hummer's front bumper completely smashed, he claims to have 'Hit something' "
A smirk hits HHM's face.
"I know what to do. If he wants to play hardball, then we'll play." He finishes the drink and places the glass down. "Send in Erick, he's dying for a chance, and he deserves one."
The man seems like he was about to say something, but Hardcore Hitman cuts him off. "He's smart, and he'll know how to handle this"
"Alright.... I'll go inform everyone about the new news" The man turns around, and begins to head out the door. "Thank you Angel for informing me"
The man leaves and HHM sighs. A moment of silence. He then turns to the camera and smiles.
"Now that business is over, let's talk about some XWE. From opening matches to main events.... unexpected, but well deserved" He says with a chuckle. “Poku Poku Poku..... it appears to you that money buys confidence. Or should I saw, cowardance. What kind of fool think that a family is simply a waste of space? Money does not give answers, it simply causes more problems. You think $100 000 would do me good? You really think I would step down for simple paper? You think I’m scared that some low life would be willing to beat me for cash? Heaven’s no. I wouldn't step down for a 100 000, 200 000, or even a million dollars. I spit at your money, your ways, and your thoughts. ”
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Post by xDeniedx on Jul 22, 2007 20:34:43 GMT -5
Scene opens with Damian sittin backstage taping up his hands and getting ready for the match later tonight. He hears someone coming into the area and looks up to see an interviewer coming towards him.
Damian: Oh for the love of God what do you want now?
Interviwer: Well, Mr.Satania, I was hoping to ask you a few questions about your match and your comments earlier this evening when you arrived in the building.
Damian: Gee, wow really? No shit you came to ask me a few questions. That's your job is it not, the incompetence around here.
The interviewer is taken back by Damian's sarcastic and rather blunt comments and stumbles for a minute before regaining his composure before asking the first question.
Interviewer: Right, well, anyways, Damian, earlier tonight you said that you weren't even going to bother competeing tonight let alone show up for your match, except here you are getting ready, what gives?
Damian: I might as well get paid if I'm going to show up right. This is an easy paycheck when it comes down to it.
Interviewer: Easy isn't a term I would use to describe it. Considering your going up against someone taking a similar road to glory as you in Van Samanya and a hard fought veteran in Mischeif. Don't you feel a little bit on edge about this competators?
Damian: Hm, well why should I, you said Van is taking a similar rise to greatness, not the same path, sure, be technical and say it's a win count, but the difference is, my rise isn't finished yet I'm still climbing and I have yet to see where I stopped creating history for myself. Besides Van isn't even chasing the same title, he's a contender for a secondary title, the Ironman, that doesn't even put him in my league yet. Mischief, I tied a match with him, I didn't lose to him, and that was for a middle class title too, instead I went on and won the big one, put it in perspective, if Mischeif couldn't do what I did and dethrone Mr.Poku, what makes you think he can beat me tonight non title.
Interviewer: You're quiet the arrogant person Satania.
Damian: Meanwhile, you're being a pain in my ass, so you mind wrapping it up?
The Interviewer clearly had more questions but that last comment threw him for a loop again and he decided it probably was in his best interest to finish this.
Interviewer: Alright, I'll go, Good luck Mr.Satania, I'm sure you haven't got many friends in this business, and I'm sure you'll need it later on tonight.
Damian: I have my close contacts and thats none of your damn business and I suggest you leave in the next five seconds or you'll be needing an ambulance later tonight once I finish with those two. Get out of my sight.
Damian looks back down and finishes wrapping the tape on his hands while the very frustrated Interviewer leaves the room mumbling under his breath.
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