Nick
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Post by Nick on Aug 6, 2007 21:56:07 GMT -5
*A camera man in the distant captures to be Mischeif just standing there. He is in front of a subway. The subway comes and goes by, scattering papers and other loose materials onto and above Mischeif. Mischeif brings his arms up above him, and laughs, and begins to speak.*
Mischeif:[/color] Madison Square Garden, where the name wrestling was truly born and appreciated. Reminds me of my own town. Now I know New York is not even close to South Jersey, but it's close enough. Suburbs, people...the good ol days.
*Mischeif stands there for another minute, and the subway comes again. He walks onto it and the camera man who was capturing this follows him in, the subway door closes and they move along. Mischeif sits down for a moment and stands up again, walking and literally talking.*
Mischeif:[/color] You all want to know something else? I would never dream I'd be at Madison Square Garden. Let alone being here, but wrestling here. This is where wrestling was born and raised. Bruno Sammartino, easily known as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, sold out Madison Square Garden so many times in a row it's almost pathetic. The man nearly held arguably the greatest title...the WWE Championship, nearly a decade. Nearly a decade of dominance. Nearly a decade of dominance, and a portion of that was in Madison Square Garden. Once the 80's we're over, it seemed Madison Square Garden was gone in terms of wrestling as well, but not anymore. What happened in the 80's will happen tonight. Your going to witness a one man army. One person selling out tonight, or even maybe two. They're in the main event, me and Big Pappi.
*After Mischeif's terribly long insane statement, the subway stops in another part of New York. Mischeif gets off and the camera man follows him. Mischeif stops and looks into the camera.*
Mischeif:[/b] Here we are, truly in Madison Square Garden. Right behind me you see the venue for tonight's PPV. Just as Bruno did 20 years ago, I'm going to do the same. Watch me sell out this venue tonight, because they know they're witnessing the new World Wrestling Champion.
*Mischeif pauses for a moment, smiles, and begins to speak again.*
Mischeif:[/color] One more thing. You always hear the same old shit "I'm going to beat the living soul out of you, and you will never want to wrestle again", or maybe even "Never wrestle me again." But I want to ask, how can you beat one who has no living soul anymore? One who endures so much, that nothing that presents itself in front of him can destroy him? The answer is, you can't.
*Before Mischeif can finish, lightning strikes and rain begins to pour all over him. Mischeif now as a no expressioned face, and looks up to the sky. The camera slowly fades away as it appears that tears are rolling down Mischeif's cheek.*
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Post by biggestgeekever on Aug 6, 2007 23:03:15 GMT -5
*The scene comes to focus at an abandoned warehouse where the female interviewer Katelyn Ross and a cameraman are walking through, with a noticable look of diress on their faces. Each foot step they take is accompanied by a look over their shoulders, as if they expect Satan himself to jump out at them at any given moment.*
Katelyn: All right, we were called here by Mr. Mystery who said he’d reveal himself to us.
Cameraman: Why the hell would tell us to come here? I’m pretty sure gangbangers and rapists hang out around here.
Katelyn: Oh please, you don’t even live here, so how should you know? There’s nothing to give two shits about he-
*Katelyn last words are cut off by the crash of a trash can nearby crashing to the down with a roaring thud, causing Katelyn to scurry off on all fours behind the cameraman. The cameraman looks in the direction of the trashcans and sees a somewhat horrific sight: Three rats coming running out of the top of the trash can, and across the main area. The cameraman looks at the rats and at Katelyn, who is still on all fours, and back at the rats.*
Cameraman: Why the resemblance is uncanny!
Katelyn: *Stands up with a scowl on her face as she rubs off the dirt* Shut-up.
*After the brief altercation, they both continue to proceed through the warehouse and onto to their unknown destination within. Their endeavor seemingly ends when they reach the otherside. Katelyn face turn to a bright red as her angers grows about her being sent on this wild goose chase.*
Katelyn: For god’s sake, why does this always happen to me? Matt gets all the fucking exposure, and what do I get for it? A goddamn prank call! I can’t take this anymore!
Cameraman: Come on, you’ve been on this kind of joke assignment before…
Katelyn: That’s exactly the point! Matt gets involved with everything, from asskickings to torture ALL THE TIME! At least if I was on the WWE, I’d be groped my Vince occasio- *BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG*.
*Before Katelyn can continue her rant, she is cut off once again, but this time by the far more troublesome sound of four gunshots, each of which is followed by the whispy sound of pressurized air escaping. Katelyn and the cameraman meet eachother’s eyes with looks of sheer horror on their faces, they then look back in the direction of their car and book it over there as fast as they can. When they get back to the car, their fears are confirmed: One bullet hole is in each of the tires, making them totally useless.*
Katelyn: Oh god, oh god, oh god!
*Foot steps are heard behind them as they turn and see a tower of a man walk towards them. He is dressed in a long black overcoat, with a hood concealing his face from sight, and holding a 9mm pistol in his right hand. His very presence causes both of them to just look be shell-shocked from sheer terror. He walks several more feet towards them, and lifts up his pistol at them.*
Cameraman: *mouths “Oh, my god…”*
Katelyn: Please, don’t kill us, w-w-we have so much to live for. Think of our family members!
*Katelyn breaks down sobbing away with her hands in face as the hooded man looks on. Even though it seems that he is going to blast their brains out, he instead switches the safety button on and puts the gun away into his right pocket. Katelyn looks up to see that man has put the gun away and wipes the tears away as he walks forward more. He stops just 18 inches from them before he finally speaks words.*
??: Sorry about the tires, but I’ve heard that I am quite the menacing character. Wouldn’t want my interviewer running away from me, now would I?
*The hooded man raises his gloved hands up to his head and pulls off his hood, to reveal the half-smirking, half cold serious face of Tyrant. Katelyn’s look of fear finally melts away as she knows she’s finally getting quite the scoop.*
Tyrant: Now, let’s get this thing started.
*Katelyn gives nothing but a slight look to the cameraman, which is a signel for him to get chairs for them, which he does. The scene fades as Tyrant sits down and prepares to tell the world the questions that they surely want answered.*
Promo 1 of ?
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Post by Hylian on Aug 7, 2007 4:50:25 GMT -5
*The screen returns from a promo for XWE No Regrets and goes blank, the screen flickering a little, then black again.*
Hylian! HYLIAN! Where are we going now?
*The screen goes to Hylian walking down a road in a blakc leather jacket, blue jeans and a jean jacket over the leather one, the cameraman rushing to keep up with him, making the camera shaky*
James Hylian is rushing down Broadway, and turns onto 3rd Street, looking around for something.
James mutters to himself: ..Where the hell is he? ...Here we are!
James Hylian stops at a tall dark gray building, which looks vacant. He starts to step forward, but his cameraman stops him.
Hylian..Sir...I am not going any further until you tell me exactly what is going on.
*Hylian sighs*
Hylian: Alright then, Gary, i'll tell you. Do you remember what the old lady said up on that mountain?
Gary: Yes, why?
Hylian: She told me I had to find my brother, who had information on an old friend of mine.
Gary: Ah, alright then, what would your brother be doing in a building like this?
Hylian: Oh, you will see.
Hylian leaves Gary standing there for about a minute and walks to the entrance of the building, and opens the door. He walks to the stairs and starts climbing a few flights, then a few faint voices are heard. Hylian stops, then slowly continues his way up the stairs, and walks through the open door.
HEY!
Gary rushes up the steps and goes through the door, and a small gasp is heard from him when he sees 5 guys with various weapons such as a baseball bat, a lead pipe, a chain, a sledge hammer, and a Kendo stick. The 5 men rush towards Hylian, and circle him
The man with the Baseball bat- What should we do with him Jeff?
Jeff twirls his lead pipe in his hand- I'm not sure Mark, but this guy does look familiar...
The man with the Kendo Stick- This is James Hylian! CEO of XWE!
Man with the Hammer- Well yes it is Tom..and he is my brother.
*The other 4 men look at The Man with the Hammer, then back to Hylian*
The man with the Chain- Are you sure it's him Rylan?
Rylan- I am sure, Craig, only someone with my genes would walk into this room without a weapon...
Rylan walks up to Hylian
Rylan- You're alot like me arn't you? You don't fear death.
Hylian- The only thing we have in common Rylan is we are both about to get hit with that sledge hammer on yours.
Rylan gets a smile- Oh yeah, how do you suppose thats gonna happen?
Hylian- With me walking out that door...
Rylan- BULLSHIT!
*Rylan takes a small step back and swings at Hylian's face with the sledgehammer, but Hylian dodges easily. Craig swings his chain at Hylian's legs, missing as Hylian jumps over it. Hylian dives at Craig, knocking him to the ground. Hylian then jumps up, and ducks under Tom's Kendo Stick swing, which hits Rylan in the face. Hylan then delivers Tom an enzeguri to the back of the head while he is distracted that he just hit his boss in the face. Jeff and Mark charge at Hylian, but get knocked down by his double clothesline. They hit the ground as Hylian is knocked to his knees by Rylan's shot to Hylian's back by his sledge hammer. Rylan kicks Hylian in the face, but is knocked on his back by a Russian Leg Sweep by the XWE Chairman as Mark gets up. Hylian springboards up and grabs Mark's lead pipe and takes it from him, and brings it down hard on Jeff's head, blood spurting out right where the pipe connects with the temple. Jeff is Knocked out, Tom is down clutching the back of his head, but is starting to rise. Hylian grabs Craig by the end of his chain and pulls him in, headbutts him, and kicks him into Tom, who hits the ground again. Hylian gets hit in the back of the head by Rylan, and falls to his knees. Rylan circles around him, with his sledgehammer above his head, and gets infront of Hylian*
Rylan: Well, it was nice meeting you brother, and I am sorry that your prediction wasn't true, and that you won't make it to your own Pay-Per-View, because...you are going to fall harder than HWF did.
*Rylan swings his sledge hammer down towards Hylian, but Hylian grabs the end of the handle, a slight smile on his face. Hylian gets to his feet, with Rylan trying to free his weapon from his brother's hands, but to no avail. Hylian kicks Rylan in the gut and takes the sledge hammer from him. Rylan falls to his knees.*
Hylian: Now that we have some time to chat, Rylan, what do you know of *Gary the Camera man coughs, so the man in question's name isn't heard.*
Rylan- Im not saying shit James.
Hylian kicks Rylan in the face, Rylan falls back and hits his head on the concrete ground. Hylian puts his boot on Rylan's throat.
Hylian- SPEAK!
Rylan- Al...Al...Alright!
*Hylian releases his foot, and Rylan gets to his knees, clutching his throat.*
Rylan- Af..After you left the forest without him, he came to here..he lived here for years...looks like you were the only one who didn't know I existed James. He said you betrayed him and used him like a peice of dirt. He knew that I was a master in revenge, so he came to me for help. He has been plotting against you for years James.
Hylian- What is he going to do Rylan?
Rylan hesitates
Rylan- All he told me, is that he was going to take back what you stole from him and make sure you pay for what you left him in with blood and tears.
Hylian looks down in thought.
Hylian- The necklace...
Rylan- Yeah. The Necklace.
Hylian looks up at Rylan, and walks towards the door. Gary backs up with the camera, still focused on Rylan.
Rylan- No wonder mother never liked him *Rylan clutches his throat.*
*Rylan's sledge hammer comes flying from off camera and hits Rylan right in the face, Rylan is knocked out instantly.*
*Gary turns around quickly and follows Hylian out the door and down the stairs*
Hylian- We need to get to Golden Road. Now.
Gary- What's going on?
Hylian- He's already there.
Hylian starts running down the stairs and Gary shuts off the camera.
Promo 2/5
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Aug 8, 2007 0:14:17 GMT -5
Mischeif:[/color] For a minute there, I lost myself...I lost myself...
*Mischeif is reciting a line from a song he is listening to on his Zune. The song is "Karma Police" by Radiohead. It had seemed some of their lyrics had connected to his now life. Mischeif glares outside, on the train, and begins to lose focus. He hardly can hear his music blasting in his ears, but sees possibly his life flash by him. Outside he sees himself and his family years back, having a great time. Playing and running around, he also sees his late-dog, doing what he used to do. Mischeif shakes his head and puts one hand up to the window, and a tear rolls down his cheek.*
Mischeif:[/color] It's never going to truly end. I will never be able to live my life without fucking dreaming about my family or see them outside a window or anything. Fuck....fuck. I know it'd be natural to keep seeing them and some sort, but it needs to end. They're gone and nothing will never change that.
*Mischeif sighs and turns his head away from the window, and a woman walks by. She accidentally falls and Mischeif gets up from his seat in an instant. He drops his Zune and helps the woman up. Mischeif looked into the woman's eyes and literally fell in love.*
Woman:[/color] Oh...thank you. So stupid of me to fall, quite pathetic too.
Mischeif:[/color] It happens to the best of us. What's your name? I'm Nick.
*Mischeif was never fond of giving out his name to people anymore, going under the alias Mischeif suited him. But he felt like he needed to give his name out to the woman. The woman hesitated for a moment, and it surprised Mischeif, maybe he shouldn't have introduced himself...*
Woman:[/color] I think I've recognized you somewhere. Aren't you that wrestler that lost his family?
Mischeif:[/color] Yeah, I'm that guy.
Woman:[/color] I'm terribly sorry. I hope I didn't bring anything upon you. Oh, and I'm Sarah by the way.
*Sarah, a familiar name to Nick. The first person he had truly liked was named Sarah, in 6th grade.*
Sarah:[/color] I hope that uh...I don't offend you with this offer, but would you mind if I sat down with you? There's really no other seats available, and any open ones the people are assholes and won't let me sit there.
Nick:[/color] Yeah, sure. I wouldn't know why, your a beautiful woman, it certainly wouldn't make any sense.
*Sarah winced for a moment, smiled, and got up and took a seat next to Nick. Sarah and Nick talk for awhile until the train stops at the destination.*
Mischeif:[/color] Oh, well I guess that's it. It was nice meeting you Sarah.
Sarah:[/color] You too, Nick.
*Before Sarah totally walks away from Nick, Nick runs into her direction and gets in front of her.*
Mischeif:[/color] Hey, I don't have my wrestling match for awhile, so you think we could go out or something? Or even afterwards...
*Mischeif fumbled on his words, and sounded like an idiot. He'd figure if Sarah would say know, but just waited there for a response.*
Sarah:[/color] Yeah, sure, I'd like that.
*The scene ends as Mischeif gives Sarah a time and location, and Mischeif walking away with a smile.*
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TPW
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Post by TPW on Aug 8, 2007 0:34:18 GMT -5
(TPW is seen burying the casket only it was just about done)
TPW: The final dirt has been set. May your fate rest in peace? (Chuckles) Who knows?
(TPW drops the shovel)
TPW: So from what I hear, since you know death so well, that it is on your side. For me, I don't need death to be on my side. I already have The Pride of Wrestling pumping my blood and millions of Platinumaniacs that has always been with me ever since I first stepped in the squared circle.
(Crowd Cheers)
(TPW grabs a bottle of gasoline)
TPW: When I bury you six feet under, where you belong, you won't be able to hear the official announcement but I will write that down for you on your very grave.
(TPW sprays the gasoline on the dirt, spelling out something, then lights up three matches)
TPW: Your Middleweight champion, T...
(Throws the match to the ground)
TPW:..P..
(Throws another to the ground)
TPW:..W!
(Throws the last match to the ground)
(The camera now looks at the back of TPW before he turns around and faces the camera)
TPW: After Golden Road, there won't be a beginning of the Gravedigger era, it will be the rebirth of The Platinum Era. The Platinum Era will rise once again.
(As TPW walks off, the camera goes back to the grave site and looks at the flaming dirt that spells out TPW.)
(The Camera goes back to the crowd in Madison Square Garden. the crowd cheers and applauses)
Commentator 1: Well, we're back at Madison Square Garden and I believe that TPW has some unfinished business here.
Commentator 2: Wait a minute. I'm getting word that there is an arrival at the parking lot. Let's go there.
(The Camera goes to an interviewer awaiting a black Toyota Tacoma to drive down and possibly speak with the driver)
Interviewer: Okay, we are having an arrival coming in. I don't know who it is but let's find out.
(The Tacoma stops right besides the interviewer, the driver rolls down the windows to reveal TPW. The crowd goes nuts & starts a huge "TPW" chants.)
Interviewer: TPW, welcome to Golden Road, how do you feel?
TPW: Listen...
(Crowd Chants "TPW!")
TPW: Can you hear that? I'm hearing around 21'000 Platinumaniacs chanting those three initials.
(Chants grow louder)
TPW: I guess I'm not just in New York City but I'm in the place where a lot of wrestling history has been made, Madison Square Garden!
(Crowd Cheers)
TPW: This is where boys become men, men become heroes, heroes become legends and legends become gods. Tonight, there is going to be plenty more of that happening tonight right here in New York City!
(Crowd Cheers)
TPW: And this place has a lot of history, this is where the Sammartino era begin, this is where Backlund made a huge upset on the Superstar, where the Iron Sheik made Backlund humble, where Hulkamania was born, where the first WrestleMania took place and so on and so on! There will also be more history made tonight. They are going to witness the growth of the Platinumania empire! They are going to witness titles being rewarded to deserving superstars. Let's just face it, Golden Road has the word "history" written all over it!
(Crowd Cheers)
Commentator 1: Ain't that the truth?
Commentator 2: I loved what he said about the Iron Sheik. (Laughs out loud)
Interviewer: I see you brought a lot of goodies with you tonight.
TPW: You're damn right. Camera man, lets go take a look at the Buried Alive set shall we?
(The Camera focuses on the Buried Alive set near the entrance way)
TPW: We all see now that the Gravedigger brought over a few "toys" to this event. He's got everything. The shovel, the tombstone, the graveyard, the six foot ditch, everything!
(Camera goes back to TPW)
TPW: I figured that it would be even more entertaining if I brought over some "toys" of my own to customize this match.
Interviewer: Can we take a look at them?
TPW: Go ahead.
(TPW gets out of the truck while the interviewer examines TPW's items)
Interviewer: I'm seeing a lot of stuff here. We see that barbed wired table you showed us last week.
(Crowd Cheers)
TPW: The reason I brought that is not because this match needs to be more extreme but I really haven't gotten the chance to use it last week but tonight, it is a different story.
Interviewer: I even see the bag of thumb tacks and the gasoline but where is the lighter?
(TPW pulls the lighter out of his pocket and lights it)
Interviewer: Okay, there it is then. And here's something you don't see every day, a barbed wired shovel.
Crowd: Whoa!
TPW: I figured since we've already barbed wired 2x4 and baseball bats, I figured we need a barbed wired shovel for this match.
Interviewer: I like it. Wait, where are you going?
(TPW is getting back in his truck)
TPW: I'm going to take this baby for a little spin in the Garden for a little bit. I may even have it stop by ringside for a while.
(TPW drives off)
Interviewer: What the hell?
Commentator 1: Looks like he is going to drive himself to the ring tonight. What else can happen tonight?
Commentator 2: Well, you know the old saying, anything can happen in the XWE!
End of Promo 2.
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Van
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Go Casper! Woo!
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Post by Van on Aug 8, 2007 22:14:48 GMT -5
*The scene fades in from the latest happenings of Van stealing Hylian’s car, and violently driving off, out of the garage, and hopefully away from danger. The camera follows close behind the bald security guard as he runs to the office. Panting and fatigue are among fast footsteps as they run towards Hylian’s office*
Guard: Son of a bitch.
*The guard runs faster, trying to lose the cameraman, but gets used to his company as they make their trails through the hallway even longer. They finally make it to Hylian’s office, as he sits quietly behind his desk, examining some papers as he was disturbed by the entrance of the security guard*
Guard: Sir. Your car’s been stolen.
*Hylian looked up slowly at the guard, in disbelief*
Hylian: Paul. Say that again, and you’re fired. I don’t have time for this. The papers need to be read, are you going to do it?
Paul: But sir!
Hylian: Get out...of my office. Now.
*The guard let out a big sigh as he looked at Hylian, deciding to take things into his own hands*
Paul: Fuck you, sir.
*The guard leaves the office, slamming the door behind him as he trips over the cord from the cameraman’s camera. He shakes it off, and runs to a nearby room and opens the door*
Paul: Where is it...?
*He opened the door and flicked the light on, and hurried to a table across the small room with a black phone, an answering machine, and a picture of a family, including the guard. He picked up the phone and dialed a number*
Paul: Calling all guards! The general managers car has been stolen by two men.
*A squeaky voice comes from the other side of the phone*
Paul: No, it’s a Jaguar. He got rid of the truck. I saw them in the garage about 5 minutes ago, they sped off onto I-10. Well, the driver has long black hair with some weird red shit mixed in. The kid next to him has the most fucked up mohawk I have ever seen. What do you mean, that's not enough description?
*The scene cuts to the outside of a nearby police station with officers scrambling around the stations, opening car doors and getting inside their squad cars. Soon enough, sirens and horns overpower the gentle sound of cars passing by the camera as the police cars raid the streets, cutting off innocent cars*
*The camera cuts to Van and Jason inside Hylian’s car, trying to blend in with the civilian cars around them*
Van: Alright, I think we’re safe.
*Van glanced to his mirrors, checking the road for squad cars and other forms of higher discipline *
Jason: I don’t think so...
*Jason looked into the mirror beside him, spotting a squad car or two make the same turn behind them, but they try to follow in shadow, staying a few cars behind them with no sirens, yet*
Van: They’re behind us, aren’t they...?
Jason: Yep.
*Van sighed, and turned the wheel violently to the right, entering a brick alleyway, like you see in the movies*
Van: Hope this works.
*The camera focuses on an angle of the car, as the car slowly rides down the alleyway, coming to a stop in front of a tall, chain link fence that blocks the way*
Van: Fuck.
*Van hits the wheel with both hands in frustration, shoving himself into the back of the seat*
Jason: Look!
*Van looks at Jason, noticing his hand pointed towards a door next to him. It’s slightly cracked open, but what’s inside, is unknown*
Van: Well, it’s all we got. The fence looks like it'll take any abuse...
*Van pulled the handle out and kicked the door open, slamming it behind hit as he exited quickly. Jason generically opened and closed his door, hiding by the building door*
Jason: Come on!
*Van didn’t have time to walk around the car. He opened the door again, and stepped on the seat, eventually climbing onto the roof. He slid over the side and landed on both feet, creeping close to the door*
Cop: This is T-Bird 39, we have the suspects in the Lincoln Alleyway off Third Street and Martin, in pursuit.
Jason: Let’s go.
*Van extended his arm and drew back the door silently, going around so he could enter first. The lights were off, and it seemed like the perfect place for a boiler room*
Van: It’s too hot in there!
Jason: Go!
*Squad cars silently creep up to the entrance, blocking it with 5 car barricade. Policeman from one car get out with police tape, as one waits for a gap in traffic so he can run out, and hold up his hand to stop any more cars. The other cop wraps an end of the yellow tape around a lamp pole, running to the other side of the street. The camera goes to Jason, still outside the door*
Jason: Fuck, they found us!
Van: Get in here, we’ll be safe.
Jason: What?
*Van ran back to the door and stuck his head out, looking at the barricade, then to Jason*
Van: Get in here!
*Van pulled Jason’s shirt, causing him to become off-balance, but he agrees and runs into the building as the scene fades with the rusty door shutting closed behind them*
End promo 3.
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TUDRoland
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Cake In The Rain
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Post by TUDRoland on Aug 9, 2007 0:50:35 GMT -5
Lupo: This field goes on forever, and so does this rain...
*Lupo sits down and takes the moment to look at his surroundings. Nothing was really there, just more and more grass, as far as the eye can see. Aggravated, Lupo sighed at the sight and turned his head up toward the grey clouds, watching the rain gently fall down and hit his face. The whole scene was depressing, dark, and sad to him, but it no longer affect him anymore, he had been in this place for too long to let it bother him. Time passes, and Lupo gets up from the ground and looks around again, with no new happenings. Just continuous rain, and endless grass in sight*
Lupo: This place sucks. What did I do to wake up in this hell?
*He starts walking again, in the same direction he's been walking for the past couple of hours. Searching his mind, he couldn't recall how he got here in the first place. One moment, he was sleeping in his own bed, then next, here. It doesn't make sense, Lupo thought as the rain drips from his hair, If I was brought here, why didn't I wake up? It just doesn't makes sense. A rumble echoes through the air as the ground shakes a bit, causing Lupo to look around. Nothing was coming, but the clouds became darker and the rain became heavier, cutting off Lupo's view of the field, allowing him to see only the sheets of water falling to the ground*
Lupo: Somebody up there doesn't like me. Either that, or somebody up there has a weird way of showing their love...
*Regardless of the horrible weather conditions and the lack of vision, Lupo still goes on. As he walks, the rain gets heavier. It almost comes to the point that the rain basically becomes a giant waterfall, when the rain started to slow down*
Lupo: Oh thank god...
*Off in the distance, Lupo could see a figure. He squints to get a better view and notices that the person has an umbrella. As the figure gets closer, Lupo notices something about him. The person has an umbrella, but yet no rain comes down on him. As if all the rain clouds avoid this man, the person is perfectly dry, as opposed to Lupo's drenched clothes. Slowly, the man walks toward Lupo, as if he was in a slowmotion scene. He is close enough now that Lupo can get a better look of him. The person was taller than him, wearing a black suit. He also had Blues Brother like sunglasses on his face, shielding his eyes from the sun that was shining solely on him. In his other hand, he had a slice of yellow cake on a plate, with a fork beside it. The man approached Lupo the rain and held out the cake in front of him*
Black Suit Man: Welcome. My name is Alexander. Here's your complimentary slice of cake.
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TPW
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Post by TPW on Aug 9, 2007 4:01:49 GMT -5
(Pride by Saliva plays, crowd goes wild and the Tacoma's engine could be heard)
Commentator 1: Can you hear that?
Commentator 2: I hear the music. It's called Pride. It is from Saliva.
Commentator 1: No, not the music. That engine.
(TPW driving his Tacoma made it's way to the entrance ramp, the crowd is loving this)
Commentator 2: Listen to this! They're loving it!
(TPW starts revving the engine, the crowd starts cheering louder as he kept revving his engine)
Commentator 1: That engine has got to be custom built. It's almost as loud as the 21'000 people here!
(TPW drives his Tacoma to ringside, revved the engine a few more times to get a huge cheer from the fans before he comes out.)
(TPW gets in the ring raises his arms up and camera flashes came from everywhere. When he spot the front row fans bowing to him, he pointed to them and looked at the camera.)
TPW: This is what it's all about!
Commentator 2: Despite the huge ovation for TPW, you probley heard him loud and clear.
Commentator 1: This is what it's all about! Making the fans happy and enjoy watching wrestling.
(TPW grabs the microphone, the music fades, the "TPW" chants starts again)
TPW: TP F'N W has finally made it to Madison Square Garden!
(Crowd Cheers)
TPW (Smiling): I told you I was going to take this bad ass to ringside with me didn't I?!
(Crowd Cheers & Laughs, even the commentator laughs)
TPW: Anyways, I bet you all are asking, "Why did you drive in here?" I got so many accessories that I want to use in this match that I couldn't just carry all of them by myself. So that's why I drove in. If I can please have some of our ring staff come out and unload the back of my truck please?
(The Staff walks to the entrance ramp, goes to the back of the truck, unloads it and brought all the accessories to the graveyard set.)
TPW: Okay, good. No please be careful setting that table inside that ditch.
Commentator 2: He wants that barbed wired table in that six foot ditch?!
Commentator 1: He said he wanted to customize the match, didn't he?
(The Staff succeeded to place the table in the ditch without damaging it.)
TPW: The gasoline and the shovel you can just leave by the tombstone. Thanks for your help.
(The Staff starts to walk off)
TPW: Wait, wait, wait! I almost forgot one thing. You see that bag? Open it and pour all those thumbtacks in side that ditch!
(Crowd Cheers)
(A staff member walks back up to the graveyard, opened the bag and poured thousands of thumbtacks onto the table in the ditch, the crowd cheered as soon as they heard the thumbtacks fall in one by one.)
Commentator 2: This is going to be the most brutal Buried Alive match ever in wrestling history.
Commentator 1: Ya think?!
TPW: Thanks again! Now all of you may think from the last two weeks, I'm crazy. Here I am, coming back from a career threating injury and still want to take things to the extreme!
(Crowd Cheers)
Commentator 2: He maybe crazy but I don't think the fans mind at all.
TPW: I may not be a Bruiser Brody or a Mick Foley but you know what? That's what Gravedigger got me into. You made a big mistake when you're trying to intimidate me and play mind games on me. The more you do that, the more crazy and more violent I get!
(Crowd Cheers & Chants "TPW")
TPW: You see, what we have in that match tonight are not just your ordinary wrestlers. You are looking at two monsters going at it. Trying their best to destroy one another in order to get what they desire! Normally if I would lose, I would say; "That's okay, I'll just try harder next time." I even said that after last week's match. But tonight, tonight is a do or die situation. Not only is there a belt on the line, there is also something on the line which is more important than anything else in the world. Our lives.
Commentator 2: That's true.
TPW: However, when it comes to think of it, Gravedigger seems to be immortal. Well, heres what I learned long ago. You ever noticed back in the 80's that the commentators would say Hulkamania will live forever?
(Crowd Nods)
TPW: Well, considering that I also have powerful force that I have with me, not just The Pride of Wrestling but Platinumania, I could very well have the immortality as Hulkamania or Gravedigger.
Commentator 1: I think that is possible.
TPW: Gravedigger, no matter how much I bleed, how much pain you inflict on me or how much stamina is drained from my body, Platinumania...will...not...die!
(Crowd Cheers)
TPW: This ain't a promise, Gravedigger! That is a fact and that is the reality that you are going to have face tonight and that is the reality you are going to have to live with for the rest of your life!
(Crowd Cheers & Chants TPW)
TPW: The more support I get from those Platinumaniacs out there, the harder it is to kill the spirit of Platinumania. I don't care what your background is. I don't care what kind of advantages you have over me, I just don't give a shit! Like any other warrior, you need to go out to the battlefield, kick ass & raise hell and say to hell with the negatives and the fear. I'm not just a warrior, I'm the freakin' Platinum Warrior and I'm going to do just that inside this very ring and that graveyard but only I will do it even better! The Platinum Era will begin...again!
(Crowd Cheers & Chants TPW)
Commentator 2: That is the TPW I am familiar with. He has no fear, he thinks positive and knows what he needs to do in order to get the job done.
Commentator 1: This is going to be one hell of a match tonight. I can't wait!
(TPW goes back in his truck, pulls it in reverse, exiting the main arena floor)
End of Promo 3
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Van
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Go Casper! Woo!
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Post by Van on Aug 9, 2007 14:10:56 GMT -5
*The scene comes back from a Wendy’s commercial, fading in like you were watching a CSI: Miami, or whatever you enjoy watching in that series. Anyway. The scene fades in to Van and Jason standing by the rusted door still, listening closely for any footsteps or voices from police officers*
Jason: Why’d you tell me we’d be safe?
Van: Well, we are, aren’t we?
Jason: You don't know that...
*Jason grabs the door handle gently, twists it, and pulls back the door. It squeaks, causing a cop or two to look around in suspicion*
Cop 1: Anyone here that?
*The cops around him are wrapped up in their work, far too busy writing on their notepads, or on their walkie-talkies to even care to notice*
Cop 2: You must be hearin’ things, Phil. Come help me out over here, will ya?
*The camera focuses on the inside of the warehouse, only on Jason’s face, revealing the upper half of his body. His clean shirt now has some stain on it from leaning in against the door for too long, as he finally pulls away, letting the door close gently by itself. Jason looks at Van in worry, biting his lower lip*
Jason: We’re fucked.
Van: Open that door again, I think I saw a lightswitch.
Jason: Why didn't you tell me before?
Van: Just do it!
*Jason opens the door again, flinching at the huge metal-grinding noise it made against the door hinge. It does reveal a lightswitch, which Van flicks up, but helps Jason close the door this time as the cops continue to chatter*
Van: Oh...my...god.
Jason: What? What is it?
*Jason turns around with Van now; Van’s eyes are wide open at the scene set in front of him. Jason’s eyes get about the size of his as they both spot this warehouse is a weed-growing plant. Bags and bags of weed are packaged among the floor, on top of shelves, stacked against the wall*
Van: Holy shit. That’s a lot of weed.
*An open door from the other side of the room opens, Van notices a shadow of footsteps approaching on the floor as Jason pulls his arm over behind a stack of packages held in a wooden crate, providing them temporary cover*
Man 1: We have to get these orders out, Bill.
Bill: I know, Frank. We’re getting to it.
*Van crept over to the corner of the box, concealing himself as much as possibly by barely sticking his head out to get a glimpse of the growers. Bill seemed to be the leader, backed up by his size and stature. Muscles like a wrestler, height like the Big Show. Frank, the smaller of the two, is stocky and short. Little hair covers his head, and he sort of waddles around when he walks*
Frank: Grab this crate, wheel it outside, and do it all again until I’m ready to go.
Bill: Why do I have to do it?
*Bill’s booming low voice startled Jason, as the situation grew more dangerous*
Jason: Dude, we can die here.
*Jason kept his voice to a mere whisper as they crept closer to the corner of the crate, looking for another place to take cover*
Van: Look, we have to find some way out of he-
*Van stopped talking in his tracks at the two boys left. It seems like Van has an idea*
Van: I got it.
Jason: Got what?
Van: An idea!
Jason: Shh!
*Van’s voice was louder than they wanted, but luck was with them, Frank and Bill didn’t hear them. Either that, or they were too busy*
Frank: Oh shit, the cops!
*Van turned back to Jason with a grin, revealing part of Van’s plan to get out of this mess*
Van: Look, that short guy found the cops outside, so he thinks it’s for them.
Jason: Go on...
Van: They’re storing packages of fucking weed in this warehouse, man. It’s illegal. So...
*Jason took a minute to calm down and help analyze the situation at hand*
Jason: So we can create a distraction, and somehow get the cops in here?
Van: Yeah, but hold on...wait until Bill leaves.
*Bill grabbed a crate by the steel handle and kicked the bottom end to get it on an angle to wheel it out the back door. He grunted and put an arm on top of the bags to keep it from falling, and wheeled it out of the room*
Jason: Alright. I’ll go out this door and wave at the cops, or something.
Van: Tell them they have a gun, or whatever. Make them believe we’re not the only ones breaking the damn law. Go!
*Jason slowly crept past the corner of the box, crouching his way over to the door as he glanced over his shoulder every few seconds. Quickly, he stood up and opened the door and ran outside, instantly screaming at whoever he could*
Jason: Help! Help! There’s robbers inside and they have a gu-
*Suddenly, a large thumping noise comes from outside the door, like a body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes*
Van: Jason...
*The light from outside enlightened the panels on the inside of the door opening, but was quickly swallowed up by a shadow*
Voice: Hello there.
*Van gulped and turned around in fear, looking up slowly until he made full eye contact with the extremely large man in front of him*
Van: Uh...hi?
*Bill puts his arm around Van and walks him outside, where Jason’s body is lifeless on the solid ground outside the building. The vacant streets provide no help at all. No cars, no buses. No evidence that this ever happened besides the damaged car of James Hylian, crowded into the alleyway. All that was left on the outside was a single pad of paper, notably from one of the cops. Frank was standing outside with a piece of wood in his hands as he looked down at Jason with a smile*
Bill: Looks like we got another one, Frankie.
*Frank laughed like a mad man as he looked at Van in the eyes*
Frank: You sure are a colorful fellow, aren’t you?
*Before Van could answer, Bill decided he had something to say*
Bill: We know what to do with your kind...
*Frank walked behind them as Bill was patting Van’s shoulder as he shoved Van back inside the warehouse as Frank bent over and grabbed Jason’s shoulders, dragging him behind Bill*
*The scene fades with the metal door closing behind Jason’s fading shoe as it fully disappeared into the building before the surroundings were silent again as the screech of the door faded*
End promo 4?
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WEI-YAN
Pencil-Necked Geek
The Great Wei-Yan has Returned
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Post by WEI-YAN on Aug 9, 2007 17:19:32 GMT -5
*The camera comes into focus in Wei-Yan's locker room. Wei-Yan is sitting on the couch watching tv. Nikki has left the arena to get some beer to celebrate Wei-Yan's impending vivtory. Wei-Yan is watching some video's of his opponents tonight* Wei-Yan is watching one of lupo's matches when Yan's mobile rings *Wei-Yan: Dammit i didn't want to be disturbed Wei-Yan looks at the phone and notices its Nikki ringing a puzzled look on Wei-Yan's face Wei-Yan: Has she forgot her money or something Wei-Yan answers the phone there is no answer so Wei-Yan is about to hang up when someone speaks *?: You don't know me but that will change i know who you are Wei-Yan looks confused but stops the video and starts to talk on the phone Wei-Yan: Who is this and why are you using Nikki's phone where is she ?: You will know soon enough we have unfinished business you and i Wei-Yan: Who the fuck are you ? ?: Temper, Temper Mr Wenchang, its not nice to swear especially when a women is present Wei-Yan: Fuck You, Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch ?: Now Mr Wenchang calm down or something might happen to this nice looking women, Nice taste Mr Wenchang Wei-Yan: If you lay one hand on her your a dead man i promise that The Phone cuts off and Wei-Yan is sitting on the couch, The Camera cuts out to Larry and Nigel at the anouncers table *Nigel: Oh,my god what happened who has taken Nikki *Larry: Well, i don't know but how is this going to help Wei-Yan's chances tonight Nigel: Larry, you should be ashamed of yoiurself Nikki has been kidnapped and you only mention the match. Wei-Yan might not even turn up for the match The camera comes back to Wei-Yan's locker room this time Wei-Yan is walking around the locker room with his hands on his head Wei-Yan: What the fuck is going on she said she was getting beer not getting kidnapped who the hell did this Just at that moment the phone rings again, Wei-Yan quickly answers the phone Wei-Yan: Hello, who is this? ?: So, you've calmed down Mr Wenchang don't try and traced this call Wei-Yan: I'm a wrestler i don't even know how to trace a bloddy call ?: You have a point Wei-Yan: So, what do you want ?: I want revenge? Wei-Yan: Revenge, against who? ?: Your'e family Wei-Yan: What has my family done to you. Why did you kidnapp Nikki if you wanted my attention all you needed to do was ring my damn mobile ?: Why, didn't i think of that, oh well whats done is done, You will know what they did soon enough we have to meet Wei-Yan: When do we meet and let me talk to Nikki ?: Why? Wei-Yan: What do you mean Why, how do i know she's ok ?: Oh, hold on Wei-Yan waits to hear Nikki's voice after a few seconds Nikki is heard on the phone *Nikki: Wei-Yan: I'm ok The phone is taken away from her and teh mysterious man talks again Wei-Yan: What the hell do you call that ?: You spoke to her thats all you need to know i will ring back with the location The camera goes out of focus as you see Wei-Yan again walking around the room End Of Golden Road Wei-Yan promo 2
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Van
Pencil-Necked Geek
Go Casper! Woo!
25-8-1
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Post by Van on Aug 9, 2007 22:48:13 GMT -5
*The scene fades back once again to Van and Jason, finding themselves in a tale you only see on T.V. They’re tied back to back, secured by rope around the abdomen. They sit upon wooden chairs, with their feet being secured by Frank as we speak*
Frank: That’ll hold ya.
*Frank and Bill both let out laughs from the pit of their stomachs, making Van and Jason irritated beyond no remorse. The two men walked away towards the back door of the warehouse, leaving Van and Jason under a hanging light from the middle of the ceiling, like they were in a spotlight. As they left, Bill flicked the light switch, turning every light off, except for the one Jason and Van occupied*
Van: Well, this blows.
*Van hangs his head, examining a crack in the gray concrete below his shoes as Jason looks into the darkness*
Jason: How the fuck did we end up here?
Van: I know, right? We were headed for a concert I’ve been looking forward to for months, and now we’re tied up in a weedhouse.
*It seems the two have hit their all-time low at that point in their lives, but that’s what best friends are for. They’re there for you, whenever you need them. It seemed like this was the moment for action, but Van drew a blank to his mind*
Van: Fuck, man. We’re screwed. We’re tied the fuck up, they’re probably going to kill us. If my car would've been in the damn lot...
Jason: SHH.
*Van looked up from the floor, alert as can be*
Van: What?
*Van turned his head to get better reception, and listened closely for anything that could be happening*
Jason: Listen.
*They both listened in to the mysterious rattling noise outside, like it could’ve been from an old car engine. It stayed running for a minute, and then turned off. A voice shouted “Tony!”, and there was laughter outside*
Van: Who could that be?
*Jason bit his lip and gathered a hunch in his brain, mixing and matching possible answers as fast as he could*
Jason: We could try to lift the ropes over our heads and escape the back way...no, that won’t work.
Van: We could...
*Van looks around for a second or two*
Van: Fuck. I told you, we’re screwed.
*The voices outside stay where they are, for the moment as they both sit still, back to back, thinking of a way to escape. All of a sudden, Van’s ring tone goes off in the silence, alarming both of them, causing them to jump in place and knock heads*
Jason: Answer it!
Van: I...I can’t. Hands can’t move!
*Van grunts as he tries to extend his fingers to his pants pocket, trying to pick up his leg to bring it closer*
Van: Jason, put pressure on your left foot, and try to tip the chair on its side so my phone falls out of my pocket.
Jason: Why?
Van: So I can answer the damn phone!
*Van said hastily, as Jason obeyed. Jason extended his left leg fully, digging into the concrete with the rubber soles of his shoes, carefully tipping the chair*
Van: Steady.
*Jason leaned over a little more, Van felt his phone moving around in his pocket, slowly edging its way to the opening. He did it. The phone fell out, but it backfired on them as it smacked against the concrete, really loud*
Jason: Pick it up, it’s still ringing!
Van: I know, I know!
*Van forced his arm loose of the rope, getting cuts and burns as he reached slowly for the phone, as the song just kept playing and playing. Van grunted and picked it up, barely flipping it open*
Van: Hello?!?!
Danielle: Hey! I got your message, what’s up?
Van: Nothing, babe. One sec.
Jason: I think I heard something.
*Jason and Van listened in closely again hearing footsteps coming closer and closer to them*
Danielle: What's going on?
Van: Look, babe, I’ll call you back, I’m in a bit of a si-
*From the shadows around them, emerged Bill and Frank, along with a few other men in black suits and shades. They formed a circle around the two, looking at them with smiles on their faces. Bill grabbed the phone from Van’s hand and put it up to his ear*
Bill: Hello?
*The voice on the other end startled Danielle*
Danielle: Van? What’s up?
Bill: Oh hey sweetie, I’m a little...busy. I’ll call you back when I’m done. Buh-bye, honey.
*Bill and the others let out evil and irritating laughs again, as Bill put the phone in his shirt pocket*
Frank: We’re back for you. Ready to go?
Jason: Go where?
*A man with slicked back hair and a double chin put duct tape around Jason’s mouth, as he did to Van when he was done. Van looked up at Bill and shook his head back and forth in disgrace*
Bill: Let’s bring them out back, boys.
*The scene fades with two large men untying Van and his best friend from the wooden chairs, as another man cuffed them individually, giving them a shove towards the door*
End promo 5. I think.
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Post by willstringer on Aug 9, 2007 23:48:27 GMT -5
Reise, Reise begins to play and everyone is silent as the entire song continues as the stage begins to burn and everyone is looking around to see if Gravedigger is going to make an appearance as he used to with that music but this time its Vanessa rising up from the stage with someone hunched behind her.
LARRY: "What is she doing here and who is that behind her?"
NIGEL: "I don't care who it is behind her I want to know if she is really there or if this is some kind of trick."
Vanessa takes a step forward and the hunched figure move towards the ring. She stops to look up at the rafters above her revealing the nasty scar on her neck. She looks passed the ring to the mound of dirt on the other side of the arena with all of Platinum Warrior's weapons and modifications. With a quick look back at the hunched figure they start walking to the mound of dirt and the lights go out.
The fans go wild as Rose on my Grave begins to play. The spot light focuses on the mound of dirt and Gravedigger appears in a sudden flash of lightning blinding the camera man. He curses as he tries to gain his eye sight back.
LARRY: "Nigel did you see that scar on her neck?"
NIGEL: "Yeah I saw what caused that....... I umm.... mean what could have caused a scar like that?"
LARRY: *Mutters* "What are you hiding from every one Nigel?"
Gravedigger holds out his hand and a shovel begins to float down from above where the spotlights shine on him. Once it touches his hand he closes his long fingers.
GRAVEDIGGER: "Strange. I have stated that I didn't want to use this kind of thing again in my life against another human being but it seems that Platinum Warrior wants to desecrate holly ground. Holly ground that bears the markings of life and death. Good and Evil so to speak. Am I truly evil Platinum because of death sitting on my shoulders like a parasite? Or are you evil because of this desecration? I think so. You intend to win this match but you never mention as to how your going to get your brother away from me."
Gravedigger raises his arms high into the air and the fans cheer wildly as they reveal Stacy dressed in a revealing white dress and her hanging loosely around her shoulders. Standing to her right is the hunched figure and lastly its Vanessa as she has her head back smiling in rapture feeling Gravedigger's power. Stacy touches the figure and it flinches at the sudden contact.
GRAVEDIGGER: "Are you wondering who this is Platinum Warrior? Is this your brother?" *A smile spreads across his cold face.* "No its your real mother."
Stacy and Vanessa force the figure upright and they remove the shroud that hid her. A woman in her mid forties stands between the two other women looking confused and scared. Stacy reaches up and begins to stroke her hair as if trying to calm down a frightened pet. Gravedigger motions them closer and they take the woman by the arms and help her up to the top of the mound. She shies away from Gravedigger but she is held firmly into place.
GRAVEDIGGER: "Have no fear mother of Platinum Warrior. No harm will befall you. All you have to do is say his real name to the people of XWE."
The woman looks around at the urging fans. There is a few who try to tell her not to tell but the ones urging her on are winning out.
LARRY: "Do you think she will tell us?"
NIGEL: "No she's gonna scream for help and I'm going to go down there and snatch her away from that evil man."
LARRY: "Is he really evil Nigel? Or are you just stupid?"
PLATINUMS MOTHER: "The T stands for Thomas. The P stands for Phillip and the W stands for my maiden name of Wellington. He calls himself The Platinum Warrior because he doesn't want anything to do with the name I gave him when he came into this world. He disowned me and his brother seeking greater ambitions than looking after his family like the man of the house should."
NIGEL: "You lying whore! That isn't true! You left him!....... I ummm..... Oh no what have I done?"
Scene fades as Gravedigger places a comforting arm around Platinum's mother's shoulders and the lights go out to reveal only the shovel driven into the ground. Where they had been standing there are no foot prints to be found only the camera man's
End of Promo 4 [/size]
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TUDRoland
Pencil-Necked Geek
Cake In The Rain
Ready to Brawl.
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Post by TUDRoland on Aug 10, 2007 2:44:07 GMT -5
*Lupo looks at the cake offered to him then to the face of Alexander. Alexander grins when Lupo looks at him, and then chuckles a bit. He brings his arm with the cake back, and lowers the umbrella onto the ground. With the free hand he now takes off the sunglasses, revealing his dark blue eyes, and folds them up, putting them in his pocket*
Alexander: You don't want any cake? Fine. Suit yourself.
*Alexander turns his back to Lupo and starts walking away, eating the cake as he goes. Along with taking the cake, the sunlight seems to go along with him, the clouds coming back to fill the field with water once again. The rain comes down gently, but starts to get heavier, as Alexander walks away. Not wanting to get wet in the rain again and lose sight of him, Lupo takes the umbrella and starts to follow Alex. Aware of this, Alexander stops and looks back at Lupo, and eating a bite of the cake when he looks back, trying to taunt him about his decision he made earlier. Lupo, losing patience with the man, decides to say something next time he taunts him*
Lupo: *yelling to Alex* Are you going to keep doing that the whole time?
Alex: *grinning* Possibly, depends on how long we walk.
*With that he turns back around and continues walking, seemingly in any random direction he chooses, aggrivating Lupo some more. Lupo finally having enough of this, abandons the idea of follwing him, walking faster into the circle of light that surrounds Alex, slowing down beside him. Nothing is said between the two at first, but Lupo scowls at Alexander, showing the anger in his eyes. Alex, not bothered by this at all, just keeps walking, talking bites out of the half eaten cake. Another rumble sounds from the gray sky, signaling more rain around the circle of light, after which, Alex speaks, breaking the slience between the two*
Alexander: You enjoy walking in the rain? Because you seem to do it a lot.
Lupo: Stop with the humor. I have some questions, and your the only one here to answer them.
Alex: Okay. Shoot.
Lupo: Where the hell am I? And why does it rain everywhere but where you happen to be?
Alex: Why don't you ask yourself that?
Lupo: That wasn't the answer I was looking for.
Alex: Well you just told me to answer the question. You didn't tell me you wanted the exact answer.
Lupo: Bah, screw you and your mind games.
*Lupo turns his head back, looking at the scenery before him, no longer wanting to talk to Alex. His mind wanders as he once again tries to recollect any memory between the time he fell asleep, and the time he woke up in this place. While he is thinking, Alexander takes a couple of small, quick glances, at Lupo, but soon goes back to his own business, eating the cake that is now about 3/4s gone, sometimes looking around at the rain as he eats. The rain itself has slowed down to a light shower, the sound seeming to calm Alex as he stops walking and closes his eyes to listen. Lupo, too busy to notice this, keeps walking a couple more steps before snapping out of his thinking trance, noticing that Alex was no longer next to him. He turns around, seeing Alex with his eyes closed*
Lupo: Hey...
Alex: We're here.
*Alexander opens his eyes and stares at Lupo, which he replies back with a look of questioning and confusion. Bending his head back a little, Alexander's gaze shifts from Lupo, to something behind him. Noticing this, Lupo turns around to find a giant stone wall that wasn't there before. His head moves slowly from side to side, seeing that the wall, much like the field, was endless, seeing no end to the colossus wall. But, from where he was standing, he saw an opening at the bottom of the wall, which lead into a tunnel. Lupo sits down once again on the grass, his eyes not moving away from the wall. At the same time, Alex walks up next to Lupo, but doesn't sit down along side him*
Lupo: The more I keep going, the more stranger it gets.
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Post by SNAKE-EATER on Aug 10, 2007 4:08:19 GMT -5
Back at Madison Square Garden, Hardcore Hitman finds himself in front of thousand of fans waiting outside of the large structure. They didn't reconize him due to his large trenchcoat covering his fishnet shirt and a flat cowboy hat covering most of his unique hair. He looked at the people, some were sitting in a circle playing cards, some were meeting new friends, some were reading, well, not a lot were reading. One girl caught HHM's attention, she was reading "A Clockwork Orange", his favorite book.
"Just when I thought the theater was dead...." HHM smiled as the girl looked up. "Quite a good book, no?" the thick layered mascara covered eyes gazed at Hardcore Hitman's. "It's a interesting read none of the less." Her voice was as delicate as her appearance. "What's such a pristine female doing at such a brutish event?" "I blame my father, he got me addicted when I was young." "Aww, that's touching, it's good to communicate with your father, where is he?" "Dead" "Oh..... my bad" "Oh no don't be, it was a long time ago."
A silence of uncomfort came over the two strangers. "Well what about you? You seem pretty intellectual" "Oh me? You wouldn't believe me if I told you." HHM smirked as he avoided the question. To his suprise, she asked the question he was thinking of saying. "Want to get get a cup of coffee?" "Sure, got nothing better to do until this thing starts" but there was one problem "But what about your spot in line?" "Oh it doesn't matter, my seats are horrible anyways." HHM snickered.
"So are you from New York?" Hardcore Hitman said as the two walked down the street. "New Jersey, I visit New York often though, my mother lives here." "Ah a Jersey girl" The duo stop at front of a starbucks, the last place HHM wanted to go. Being so close to Madison Square Garden someone would sure be a wrestling fan a notice him, thus creating a crowd of annoyance. "Lets go to the place across the street, Starbucks grinds my gears" "All right" she said flexibly.
Cosmo's was no Tim Horton's but damn, it could make a mean cup of old grey. "Now that's the good stuff." HHM said sipping the coffee. He pulled out his smokes and offered one to her, which she declined to. He took one out of the pack and lit it up. "Coffee and Cigarettes, the two highest caffeine products out there." "Sue me, Lust and Greed are the two most deadly sins, yet everyone gets the feelings, eh?" "Hah, when your right, your right."
"My name's Sarah, if your curious." She said sipping her pure black coffee. "Dylan." He said raising his cup to his mouth. "That's a girls name." "Hah, we just met and you're all ready throwing sarcasm at me?" "We just met and you sipping coffee with me?" She was sharp "Toche" HHM looked at his watch, ten to. "Well, we better be off, would hate to miss our little show." And like that, they were off. Back to the streets, and back to waiting outside. HHM took a long drag on his cig then stepped on it. And there he was waiting outside just like a fan.
"So yeah! Everyone has shown up except for Hardcore Hitman." One younger male fan says loudly enough for HHM to hear, and apparently, Sarah. "Aww, he hasn't shown up yet? That's a shame, he's my favorite" Hardcore Hitman spat his coffee out as she said it. A few eyes were on him. "The coffee was hot." HHM talked with the girl for five minutes about literature, until Lenord Chaplin ran outside. "Mister Hitman!" HHM's eyes widened. Lenord ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. All eyes were on HHM now. "Damn it, I was trying to keep it low ki, how'd you know it was me?" "Your pants, your trenchcoat doesn't fully cover them" HHM looked down to see his trademark red pants we're visible. He sighed, and took off his cowboy hat, revealing his head fully. Gasps of young female fans and flashing lights of cameras were all that could be seen or heard afterwards. HHM looked at his new friend. Her cheeks were a hint of red and seemed shocked. "Sorry hun, we'll have to finish our conversation later." He placed his hat on her head, then reached into his pocket and gave her a backstage pass. HHM grabbed Sarah's hand and followed Lenord to the back room, while being followed by half the attendees. He closed the door on all of them.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Sarah said not mad, but florished. "It never came up." He said smirking. She looked at the backstage pass. "ROW 1!!! I-I- can't take this, it would have costed near two thousand dollars!" "But for me it was free, so just take it, for you and your dad." He cheeks went pink as she got on her tippy toes and pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you" "Oh, one more thing." He grabbed a silver sharpie and scribbled on the hat. "Something to remember me by." He looked at her, she must have felt like a queen. " 'To my most intellectual fan, Hardcore Hitman' how sweet." "I gotta go, enjoy the show Sarah!" HHM said as he ran down the hall taking off his trenchcoat. She smiled as she hugged the hat and slided down the wall.
End of Promo 2
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WEI-YAN
Pencil-Necked Geek
The Great Wei-Yan has Returned
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Post by WEI-YAN on Aug 10, 2007 19:16:17 GMT -5
*The camera focuses back into Wei-Yan's locker room Wei-Yan is all confused and is wondering what to do when the phone suddenly rings Wei-Yan rushes over to the phone and picks it up* *Wei-Yan: Hello, who is this *?: You seem out of breath Mr Wenchang maybe i should ring back Wei-Yan: Cut the crap where are we meeting and when ?: Well straight to the point Wei-Yan: Get on with it i haven't got time for this ?: Find time we will meet at your old managers house Wei-Yan: What the fuck thats miles away ?: Does Nikki mean nothing to you Wei-Yan: She means everything to me dammit ?: Well you have a Porsche it shouldn't take to long and remember no police i'm watching you you have 2 hours no longer remember i'm watching your every move The phone cuts off and Wei-Yan is holding his head in shock Wei-Yan: What the fuck Senzo's house is so far away and i have a match in a a few hours i better go Wei-Yan grabs his jacket and keys and leaves the locker room he quickly gets to his car and opens the door just at that moment one of the interviewers comes up to Wei-Yan and grabs his door to Wei-Yan's anger Wei-Yan: What the fuck are you doing get off my door *Interviewer: But we need some comments Wei-Yan: On what Interviewer: About whats going on Wei-Yan: Mind your own fucking business Wei-Yan kicks the interviewer in the leg which makes him back away and Wei-Yan starts the engine and closes the door and he speeds away. The camera cuts out to a camercial and returns after a few minutes to Wei-Yan who is speeding down the motorway the car is going over 100 miles an hour but all goes wrong and a police car starts chasing Wei-Yan but the police car even though fast can't keep up to Wei-Yan who manages to get stay away from the police car for over 10 miles Wei-Yan: I can't let them catch me this is going to be a problem if they do especially it will fuck up all this problem i need to ditch them Just at that moment a police helicopter comes into the scene and starts flashing the flashlight at Wei-Yan's Porsche another two police cars also arrive for backup. Just at that moment Wei-Yan's mobile rings Wei-Yan: What the fuck this is all i need Wei-Yan grabs the phone and starts to talk Wei-Yan: I'm busy who is this ?: Have you forgot about me already Wei-Yan: You dickhead you caused all this shit a laugh is heard down the phone which makes Wei-Yan even madder you can see the anger on Wei-Yan's face his face is bright red and he speeds up even more the Porsche is easily weaving in and out of the cars Wei-Yan: Shut up what do you want ?: Ditch the police Mr Wenchang now i am watching you oon the news nice police chase you only have 25 mins left ditch them now or Nikki will be dead i will ring you when there gone Wei-Yan: How the fuck am i going to lose them ?: I don't care use your head The Phone cuts off again and Wei-Yan speeds up even more Wei-Yan: How the fuck am i going to lose them The Camera cuts out as you see Wei-Yan's Porsche speeding down the motorway End Of Golden Road Wei-Yan Promo 3
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