Post by chestercoban on Jan 30, 2007 21:59:36 GMT -6
::The curtain crew is seen awaiting Chester Coban, who is waiting for his pyros to be set so he can come down the ramp. He shakes his head back and forth, as if loosening up for the match before him. The same interviewer from earlier rushes before him to get a few quick words from "The Legacy"::
Interviewer: Mr. Coban, please some last words?!
(Coban turns as the young man interrupts his process. He has a scowl on his face as he starts to speak.)
Coban: Last words? You're making it sound as I am about to go out and perish... never to return. When the fact of the matter is, it's the direct opposite. Chester Coban will be walking from this arena tonight, with his first victory in Power On Wrestling, not to mention whom it is I have defeated. Fans around the world will finally be blessed with something they have yet to find easily...
(Coban stretches his arms behind his back as a pyrotechnician tells Chester he has about four minutes before everything is ready.)
Coban: Silence. Too long has this man gone without an idle mouth, and who better than his apprentice to do the job? You call me an apostle Rich, yet you fail to realize I have gone up many levels since the beginning... without the use of rare candies,either. I've evolved into something unlike anything you've faced in your career... and you've lucked out as well. All these years I have been on the sidelines for your team, and you were counting your blessings that I stayed there. Then came the day where you made the false decision; the very decision that will haunt you for days to come... the same one that cost you the World Title of this joint. Morrison, it will be I that will be held in the victorious state tonight... I mean, why should it be you? You state so many times that you do this, that, and the other thing... why must you be on the constant strand of always getting it all? The answer is simple... you're not. Not after tonight, Richie boy. Tonight, this belongs...
(The technician comes through the curtain once more and it's all ready. Coban bounces once more before his entrance.)
Coban: to Chester f**king Coban.
::Chester slowly strides forward until the opening cords of his entrance music are heard, and disappears through the curtain""
Interviewer: Mr. Coban, please some last words?!
(Coban turns as the young man interrupts his process. He has a scowl on his face as he starts to speak.)
Coban: Last words? You're making it sound as I am about to go out and perish... never to return. When the fact of the matter is, it's the direct opposite. Chester Coban will be walking from this arena tonight, with his first victory in Power On Wrestling, not to mention whom it is I have defeated. Fans around the world will finally be blessed with something they have yet to find easily...
(Coban stretches his arms behind his back as a pyrotechnician tells Chester he has about four minutes before everything is ready.)
Coban: Silence. Too long has this man gone without an idle mouth, and who better than his apprentice to do the job? You call me an apostle Rich, yet you fail to realize I have gone up many levels since the beginning... without the use of rare candies,either. I've evolved into something unlike anything you've faced in your career... and you've lucked out as well. All these years I have been on the sidelines for your team, and you were counting your blessings that I stayed there. Then came the day where you made the false decision; the very decision that will haunt you for days to come... the same one that cost you the World Title of this joint. Morrison, it will be I that will be held in the victorious state tonight... I mean, why should it be you? You state so many times that you do this, that, and the other thing... why must you be on the constant strand of always getting it all? The answer is simple... you're not. Not after tonight, Richie boy. Tonight, this belongs...
(The technician comes through the curtain once more and it's all ready. Coban bounces once more before his entrance.)
Coban: to Chester f**king Coban.
::Chester slowly strides forward until the opening cords of his entrance music are heard, and disappears through the curtain""