Post by chestercoban on Feb 6, 2007 0:18:09 GMT -6
::As the POW cameras come back from a sponsorful commercial break, Chester Coban is seen strolling the luxure hallways of the Colosseum. He has a stern look on his face; a look many say has daunted him throughout the week since his heartfelt loss to Rich Morrison at last week's event. "The Legacy" stops by a refreshment stand, where a microphone has mysteriously been placed...seemingly inviting Coban to speak to the camera crew that is also there::
(Coban raises the microphone to his lips.)
Coban: You want to know something, this entire week has been hell for me. Now I'm not one for bitching and whining about topics with my life, but we have to face the facts here... and the one that sums up the most happens to be that Richard John Morrison III is the biggest egomanical sonuvabitch this d**n business has pushed to the pinnacle.
(Coban pauses and takes heated breaths before he continues.)
Coban: Rich Morrison is God, Jesus, Allah, The d**n Prophet... all this talk about him being the man, well it's all bullshit! There is nothing that man could back up with all his bark, and that's for damn sure... just because he got a victory over me, it doesn't mean a damn thing... it won't win him the POW World Title, it won't get him in the books... a win over "The Legacy" will only entise a hateful vengeance within me that Morrison will have no power over, only succumbance.
(Coban is absolutely fuming at this point, and the refreshment workers suddenly leave the direct area in case he were to crack.)
Coban: Last week.... last week was an absolute joke. An embarrassment, that's all I'm going to say. Morrison used more underhanded tactics in that match than an old woman uses Preparation H. It would also have been a fair bout if the ref hadn't been leaning more to one side then the other; being his left pocket was heavier than the right. But I'm not going to discuss crooked ring officials, I'm discussing the topic on everyone's mind right now... how exactly Chester Coban is taking this loss, in his very first match in POW.
(Coban tries to smirk but it's no use; he lets out a rage of anger and the refreshment table is now flung across the backstage area. Coban, huffing, goes on.)
Coban: It doesn't take a brain surgeon to see just how irate I am..."The Legacy", was embarrassed on a national standard; in what had potential to be the greatest match the industry has ever seen. But a match between Chester Coban and Rich Morrison will never reach that stage, oh no, not as long as all the rules are enforced and crooked officials about. So right here, I declare unto you Morrison... I challenge you to an I Quit Match!!
(Coban lowers the match for a few seconds, glaring deeply into the camera. His gaze is peircing the lense as he continues.)
Coban: Our fine owner Tito Capaci has decided it was best for you and wee Brock Hoyle to take on a temporary adversary and I... Shawn Stevens. He must know that this very match will be a formula for disaster, with three championship bound superstars at each others throats... but it brings the fans and the tickets sell. Well I declare at this point, the fans are going to get their money's worth... they are going to see a ravaging unlike anything, because the beast is definitely free from it's cage.
(Coban is livid, and his face is scarlet at this point. Security would be a wise thing at this point.)
Coban: Morrison, Hoyle, I suggest you rest up big time for this match...There is no need for my partner; because once I am in that ring, pure adrenaline will be flowing through my veins... and there will be nothing that will escape my path. I will not let Rich Morrison frolick along unjust, because that is not in my religion...You shall suffer the consequences, because your pain WILL BE MY PLEASURE!!
::Coban pushes the camera away in anger as the screen cuts to the ring for a dark match::
(OOC: This isn't my only RP, as it is pretty bad lol... just late night, Homework, Girlfriend.... not a lot of time to think stuff through; so a better one going up soon.)
(Coban raises the microphone to his lips.)
Coban: You want to know something, this entire week has been hell for me. Now I'm not one for bitching and whining about topics with my life, but we have to face the facts here... and the one that sums up the most happens to be that Richard John Morrison III is the biggest egomanical sonuvabitch this d**n business has pushed to the pinnacle.
(Coban pauses and takes heated breaths before he continues.)
Coban: Rich Morrison is God, Jesus, Allah, The d**n Prophet... all this talk about him being the man, well it's all bullshit! There is nothing that man could back up with all his bark, and that's for damn sure... just because he got a victory over me, it doesn't mean a damn thing... it won't win him the POW World Title, it won't get him in the books... a win over "The Legacy" will only entise a hateful vengeance within me that Morrison will have no power over, only succumbance.
(Coban is absolutely fuming at this point, and the refreshment workers suddenly leave the direct area in case he were to crack.)
Coban: Last week.... last week was an absolute joke. An embarrassment, that's all I'm going to say. Morrison used more underhanded tactics in that match than an old woman uses Preparation H. It would also have been a fair bout if the ref hadn't been leaning more to one side then the other; being his left pocket was heavier than the right. But I'm not going to discuss crooked ring officials, I'm discussing the topic on everyone's mind right now... how exactly Chester Coban is taking this loss, in his very first match in POW.
(Coban tries to smirk but it's no use; he lets out a rage of anger and the refreshment table is now flung across the backstage area. Coban, huffing, goes on.)
Coban: It doesn't take a brain surgeon to see just how irate I am..."The Legacy", was embarrassed on a national standard; in what had potential to be the greatest match the industry has ever seen. But a match between Chester Coban and Rich Morrison will never reach that stage, oh no, not as long as all the rules are enforced and crooked officials about. So right here, I declare unto you Morrison... I challenge you to an I Quit Match!!
(Coban lowers the match for a few seconds, glaring deeply into the camera. His gaze is peircing the lense as he continues.)
Coban: Our fine owner Tito Capaci has decided it was best for you and wee Brock Hoyle to take on a temporary adversary and I... Shawn Stevens. He must know that this very match will be a formula for disaster, with three championship bound superstars at each others throats... but it brings the fans and the tickets sell. Well I declare at this point, the fans are going to get their money's worth... they are going to see a ravaging unlike anything, because the beast is definitely free from it's cage.
(Coban is livid, and his face is scarlet at this point. Security would be a wise thing at this point.)
Coban: Morrison, Hoyle, I suggest you rest up big time for this match...There is no need for my partner; because once I am in that ring, pure adrenaline will be flowing through my veins... and there will be nothing that will escape my path. I will not let Rich Morrison frolick along unjust, because that is not in my religion...You shall suffer the consequences, because your pain WILL BE MY PLEASURE!!
::Coban pushes the camera away in anger as the screen cuts to the ring for a dark match::
(OOC: This isn't my only RP, as it is pretty bad lol... just late night, Homework, Girlfriend.... not a lot of time to think stuff through; so a better one going up soon.)