Post by chestercoban on Jan 30, 2007 12:03:12 GMT -6
::Blarring back from a commerical, POW cameras catch a man standing in a half-lit locker room. Word has it on the street that this man is no one else other than "The Legacy" Chester Coban; the latest and greatest installment to Power On Wrestling. He stands before a television, that is illuminating the room with a pale gray screen visible::
Coban: Tito Capaci came to me some short weeks ago and informed me he had ideas in mind, ideas that would further ensue my path to a definite spot in every wrestling hall of fame imaginable... he told me that the legacy in which I covet and showcase so much would expand even moreso if I took it up a notch, and 'grew out my branches', so to speak. So here I am, standing in a room that the POW executives nicely gave to me...
(The camera pans to face Coban, who seems mesmerized by the television. This is quite different from the Coban norm, as he loves addressing things to or in the ring.)
Coban: And of course, with great prestige must come with great hurdles...especially one that I've been continually harassed by my entire career. When my career started a short many years ago, there was a man that took me upon his ship, to tutor me and raise me to believe I can be the greatest damn enigma of a supremacy there has ever been. Rich Morrison...
(Coban is still staring at the screen, as if Morrison is expected to pop from it at any moment. He continues.)
Coban: In Rich terms, he ensued saying that 'I rode his coat tails' all the way up to the person I am today; that I was his lackey, jumping at every petty little word that has come from his vile mouth. I have some harsh news for you Rich.... you did NOT create "The Legacy".... in fact, if it weren't for you disbanding the nMa the very first time, you would have helped in the demise of something great. The greatest fallout since Three Mile Island; the birth of Chester freakin' Coban.
(Coban is showing livid anger right now, as his stare is fiercer.)
Coban: Morrison you claim to be the 'Undisputed King of Wrestling'... you have everyone hating you, and claiming you to be the largest disruption to mankind since porn was invented. Yet through that tantilizing career of yours... the one you fluidily speak out about should be celebrated and encased in the hall of fame... tell me, exactly when did you realize the mistakes you had made, and further take to mind what the consequences were from that there of?
(As a mouthful of jarbled words just escaped his mouth, Coban flicks the television off, and the locker room lights come back to life.)
Coban: What I'm trying to get at here is... you disbanded the strongest force known to man... because let's face it, Adolf Hitler and the Nazis didn't even have a damn thing over us. They were terminated, but the New Money Army was unlike anything else... we totalled houses, we ran the f**kin' place... and here comes the 'brilliant mind' that you have, and the selfish ego as well... and the annihilation halted. Rich, you have always been the selfish little 6-year-old only child girl of old... you need to have what you want, and you'd go to any length to get it.
(In Coban's hands magically appear a tasty can of Dr. Pepper. He snaps the tab offf and chugs down large, healthy ounces of it before continuing.)
Coban: You've failed to come to realize that at the very moment you decided to loosen the leash around my neck, that vengeance would only pay you back. Morrison, too long was I being overshadowed by your pompous ways, too long having to endure the incrediculious cockiness you are well known for.... and it's time you learn something worth knowing. Morrison, you are probably the greatest thing that has happened to this industry, and probably my career.
(Coban takes another quick sip, and continues on.)
Coban: That was probably an utter unexpecting loop of words to come from my mouth, but it's the damn truth... if there was no Rich Morrison, the wrestling industry would lose 37% of it's income, and the spice factor would dramatically go down... but this is not about stats and random numbers... Morrison, if it weren't for you and your terrible decision making skills, "The Legacy" would have not made it past level one... so you are to thank for that. But the thank-you isn't gonna be in a basket full of fruit, or a hooker full of STDs.... come our match, you will know exactly whats up.
(Coban throws the can out of the cameras view, as his muscles seem to bulge a little more, as to tone with his current mood and state of mind.)
Coban: Calling me dumb, are we Richie? Saying I'm too juiced up for simple comprehension... well I comprehend that you're a son of a bitch, conniving little prick with nothing more exciting to do than rant on about how I'm a so-called lacky. You think I came to POW because of you? Please, don't flatter yourself Dick... I came on terms of Tito Capaci, with an insurance that I am a step above you and a World Title as well... you think I follow you everywhere, that you yourself is the leader of the allegience of mankind... I would stop it with that bid kid, cause the only thing you're doing is making a fool out of yourself Morrison. You've been trying to f**k me over for too long now, and now that the oppurtunity to finally shut you up has graced me... there would be no better pleasure than to take it.
(Coban moves across the room to a table with random things on it, that include explicit beverages for those under 21.)
Coban: Rich, you must be aware of my capabilities in the ring... hell, you've been on my team forever it seems. So I'm sure you know of the Coblock... and the Dose of Coban I've once dawned upon you....Rich, what I am bringing to this match has never been even heard of previous to this moment. You think you've seen aggression? Passion? Vengeance? When the bell rings, and you are apart of what will be the greatest match of this century, I have this question... will you be ready for an onslaught? Are you prepared for such a hatred, wicked battle.... that may be illegal in seventeen states? Rich, what you have tried to do to me... what you say you want done with my career.... it just will not happen.
(Coban picks up a bottle of whisky and pours an amount into a small shot glass.)
Coban: You want to finish me off once and for all, you want me dead and gone out of your sights... because you well know that if I am not, then there is always that threat to your supremacy. You damn well know that if I stick around, the self proclaimed 'Undisputed King of Wrestling' has a possibly ending, and no it aint storybook. Rich.... you know well indeed I am a threat to not only UWL, or POW, or any other federation for that matter; but to yourself and what you plan on doing with your career, and what you want left behind. From that very time you threw the match between us... when you stepped down from that ladder, and I climbed up to retrieve the title belt.... it dawned on you that a mistake was made, and later on karma would come back, bite you hard; but this bite will be different from any other nip you've encountered, because it'll have rabies bitch.
(Coban rapidly takes the shot of whisky and puts the glass back on the table. He doesn't even wince at the strength of the beverage.)
Coban: You just can't deny the fact that I am a dignified legacy in the making... that what I have done in my career is no walk in a god damn park. As well as Morrison, you can't admit clear victory over "The Legacy", because... I am still here, breathing this intoxicating air with nothing to spair and lose. I will not go silently into the abyss, as you wish me to... no Morrison, this is no fight we are encountering. For a title shot or not, this is much more. An emotional rampage, is what is being brought unto you, and I declare right now that I will come out of the match with my hand raised high above your broken body... proving finally that you aren't what you are hyped to be. Rich... karma is a bitch, a fat gothic whore of a thing with twenty-three STDs and a small child named Dorothy that has contracted AIDs as well. It will surely be my pleasure to introduce the two of you... as your pain will be a byproduct of the meeting.
(Coban smirks, before addressing the camera yet again.)
Coban: Rich, I hate you. And I will thrive to put this across... taking any measure I need to. You're going to get what you have coming to you, from all these years.
::Coban's face is imprinted on the camera as the scene fades to black::
Coban: Tito Capaci came to me some short weeks ago and informed me he had ideas in mind, ideas that would further ensue my path to a definite spot in every wrestling hall of fame imaginable... he told me that the legacy in which I covet and showcase so much would expand even moreso if I took it up a notch, and 'grew out my branches', so to speak. So here I am, standing in a room that the POW executives nicely gave to me...
(The camera pans to face Coban, who seems mesmerized by the television. This is quite different from the Coban norm, as he loves addressing things to or in the ring.)
Coban: And of course, with great prestige must come with great hurdles...especially one that I've been continually harassed by my entire career. When my career started a short many years ago, there was a man that took me upon his ship, to tutor me and raise me to believe I can be the greatest damn enigma of a supremacy there has ever been. Rich Morrison...
(Coban is still staring at the screen, as if Morrison is expected to pop from it at any moment. He continues.)
Coban: In Rich terms, he ensued saying that 'I rode his coat tails' all the way up to the person I am today; that I was his lackey, jumping at every petty little word that has come from his vile mouth. I have some harsh news for you Rich.... you did NOT create "The Legacy".... in fact, if it weren't for you disbanding the nMa the very first time, you would have helped in the demise of something great. The greatest fallout since Three Mile Island; the birth of Chester freakin' Coban.
(Coban is showing livid anger right now, as his stare is fiercer.)
Coban: Morrison you claim to be the 'Undisputed King of Wrestling'... you have everyone hating you, and claiming you to be the largest disruption to mankind since porn was invented. Yet through that tantilizing career of yours... the one you fluidily speak out about should be celebrated and encased in the hall of fame... tell me, exactly when did you realize the mistakes you had made, and further take to mind what the consequences were from that there of?
(As a mouthful of jarbled words just escaped his mouth, Coban flicks the television off, and the locker room lights come back to life.)
Coban: What I'm trying to get at here is... you disbanded the strongest force known to man... because let's face it, Adolf Hitler and the Nazis didn't even have a damn thing over us. They were terminated, but the New Money Army was unlike anything else... we totalled houses, we ran the f**kin' place... and here comes the 'brilliant mind' that you have, and the selfish ego as well... and the annihilation halted. Rich, you have always been the selfish little 6-year-old only child girl of old... you need to have what you want, and you'd go to any length to get it.
(In Coban's hands magically appear a tasty can of Dr. Pepper. He snaps the tab offf and chugs down large, healthy ounces of it before continuing.)
Coban: You've failed to come to realize that at the very moment you decided to loosen the leash around my neck, that vengeance would only pay you back. Morrison, too long was I being overshadowed by your pompous ways, too long having to endure the incrediculious cockiness you are well known for.... and it's time you learn something worth knowing. Morrison, you are probably the greatest thing that has happened to this industry, and probably my career.
(Coban takes another quick sip, and continues on.)
Coban: That was probably an utter unexpecting loop of words to come from my mouth, but it's the damn truth... if there was no Rich Morrison, the wrestling industry would lose 37% of it's income, and the spice factor would dramatically go down... but this is not about stats and random numbers... Morrison, if it weren't for you and your terrible decision making skills, "The Legacy" would have not made it past level one... so you are to thank for that. But the thank-you isn't gonna be in a basket full of fruit, or a hooker full of STDs.... come our match, you will know exactly whats up.
(Coban throws the can out of the cameras view, as his muscles seem to bulge a little more, as to tone with his current mood and state of mind.)
Coban: Calling me dumb, are we Richie? Saying I'm too juiced up for simple comprehension... well I comprehend that you're a son of a bitch, conniving little prick with nothing more exciting to do than rant on about how I'm a so-called lacky. You think I came to POW because of you? Please, don't flatter yourself Dick... I came on terms of Tito Capaci, with an insurance that I am a step above you and a World Title as well... you think I follow you everywhere, that you yourself is the leader of the allegience of mankind... I would stop it with that bid kid, cause the only thing you're doing is making a fool out of yourself Morrison. You've been trying to f**k me over for too long now, and now that the oppurtunity to finally shut you up has graced me... there would be no better pleasure than to take it.
(Coban moves across the room to a table with random things on it, that include explicit beverages for those under 21.)
Coban: Rich, you must be aware of my capabilities in the ring... hell, you've been on my team forever it seems. So I'm sure you know of the Coblock... and the Dose of Coban I've once dawned upon you....Rich, what I am bringing to this match has never been even heard of previous to this moment. You think you've seen aggression? Passion? Vengeance? When the bell rings, and you are apart of what will be the greatest match of this century, I have this question... will you be ready for an onslaught? Are you prepared for such a hatred, wicked battle.... that may be illegal in seventeen states? Rich, what you have tried to do to me... what you say you want done with my career.... it just will not happen.
(Coban picks up a bottle of whisky and pours an amount into a small shot glass.)
Coban: You want to finish me off once and for all, you want me dead and gone out of your sights... because you well know that if I am not, then there is always that threat to your supremacy. You damn well know that if I stick around, the self proclaimed 'Undisputed King of Wrestling' has a possibly ending, and no it aint storybook. Rich.... you know well indeed I am a threat to not only UWL, or POW, or any other federation for that matter; but to yourself and what you plan on doing with your career, and what you want left behind. From that very time you threw the match between us... when you stepped down from that ladder, and I climbed up to retrieve the title belt.... it dawned on you that a mistake was made, and later on karma would come back, bite you hard; but this bite will be different from any other nip you've encountered, because it'll have rabies bitch.
(Coban rapidly takes the shot of whisky and puts the glass back on the table. He doesn't even wince at the strength of the beverage.)
Coban: You just can't deny the fact that I am a dignified legacy in the making... that what I have done in my career is no walk in a god damn park. As well as Morrison, you can't admit clear victory over "The Legacy", because... I am still here, breathing this intoxicating air with nothing to spair and lose. I will not go silently into the abyss, as you wish me to... no Morrison, this is no fight we are encountering. For a title shot or not, this is much more. An emotional rampage, is what is being brought unto you, and I declare right now that I will come out of the match with my hand raised high above your broken body... proving finally that you aren't what you are hyped to be. Rich... karma is a bitch, a fat gothic whore of a thing with twenty-three STDs and a small child named Dorothy that has contracted AIDs as well. It will surely be my pleasure to introduce the two of you... as your pain will be a byproduct of the meeting.
(Coban smirks, before addressing the camera yet again.)
Coban: Rich, I hate you. And I will thrive to put this across... taking any measure I need to. You're going to get what you have coming to you, from all these years.
::Coban's face is imprinted on the camera as the scene fades to black::