Post by jd on Feb 21, 2007 21:04:09 GMT -6
**The extravagant spectacle that Power On Wrestling is showcasing to the entire world is just right around the corner. Beforehand, however, the POW luminaries are taking advantage of this precise opportunity to publicly release their final thoughts and sentiments towards their upcoming opponent(s), the enormous event labeled First Rights, or on POW itself. Whatever the subject, you'll definitely be hearing and seeing the final judgments of your favorite -- and even most hated -- POW wrestlers.
In an undisclosed location somewhere inside the Star Pavilion at the Ameristar Casino -- the exact place the warriors of POW will duke it out against one another just hours later -- Jason Dread sits amongst the discomfort of a blue steel chair. He's clad in his wrestling attire while a black towel is draped over his head, and covers his face which is facing towards the ground. He's currently lacing his boots, and as he does so he begins speaking, knowing full well that the camera is right there to hear his every word.**
Jason Dread
I saw Dave Hunter earlier showing his face yet again, and I heard him run that pretty large trap he has under his nose again as well. Go figure. I've tried giving the guy some advice, but obviously to no avail. I've previously informed him that for every time he comes out and spews out some absurd nonsense, I'll be here to discredit each and every claim he tries to pass off as a certified fact. And, here I am, a man of my word and doing just that. Also, lets keep in mind that I am indeed a man of my word -- especially you, Dave. That means whatever I promise to do, it's nothing but the whole truth and nothing but truth. And when I say that I'm walking away victorious at First Rights? It's a damn guarantee, buddy.
**Dread finishes tying the laces to both of his boots. Now, he reaches down besides the legs of the steel chair he's sitting on a retrieves a roll of white wrist tape. Beginning to tape his left wrist with the white tape, he continues speaking.**
Jason Dread
Like many of the ridiculous topics, I can't comprehend exactly why Dave Hunter decided to babble on about the crowd and whom they do and do not cheer for. Okay, so the crowd boo's me and cheers you -- what's your point? You claim you couldn't care less about what they say or think about you, and about the reception they give you, yet you dedicated your effort and wasted your breath on continually mentioning them. Seriously, who in the hell cares whether or not the crowd applauds us or not? Oh, right, 'your kind'. You know, the kind who can't win matches so they instead have to occupy their time to winning over the fans affection rather than walking away victorious, hand raised in the air after a long, gruesome battle.
While you're trying to win over the crowd, I'll continue doing what I do best: stepping inside the squared circle and proving my dominance over any and all opposition placed in my path. Anyone with any speck of knowledge in their miniscule pea-brains can clearly see that it's guys like yours truly who deserve the recognition and admiration, yet it's jokesters who hog the approbation when they don't deserve it. It's okay, because it's a commonly known fact that wrestling fans aren't exactly the smartest Neanderthals one could come across. They can deny true talent and cheer the 'sports-entertainers' all they want, I don't care. I'm not a sports-entertainer; I'm a freaking wrestler, and I'm not going to change that just for a few measly cheers here and there.
When it comes time to duke it out inside the ring, Dave, which two individuals will the match ultimately come down to? Me, Jason Dread, and you, Dave. No Big Ci, none of the POW fans, or any other insignificant being that comes to mind. Inside the ring, it's your skills being put up to the test against mine -- and whoever has the superior skill compared to the other will win, simple as that. Crowd admiration won't decide the match. A 'Dave Hunter' chant from the audience will not somehow give you inhuman strength, speed, and endurance that will lead you to victory over me. You're not Hulk Hogan, Dave, and this isn't a choreographed hoax where the absolute unimaginable can happen. This is called wrestling, and what happens is the better man wins against his inferior foe. Crystal clear facts, there.
**By this time, Dread has already finished taping his right and left wrists. Having completed his task, he now places the white tape roll back on the ground near the front legs of the steel chair. Jason now glares intently into the cameras lens with his glimmering blue eyes.**
Jason Dread
The next new topic Dave decided to ramble on about this time around? Respect. Hmm, so I haven't displayed proper respect for you as of yet? For once, what a great observation on your part. You're right, Dave, I haven't shown you much respect, and seriously, why should I? I don't go around handing out my prestigious respect like pieces of candy on Halloween. Respect is earned, buddy. Instead of allowing your feelings to be hurt about not receiving any respect and wasting time whining about it, how about you actually do something about it and prove that you deserve some respect? If you want respect so bad, show me what you've got inside the squared circle. In this business we call wrestling, that's the only place you'll ever garner any of my respect. You hold your own against me, Dave, and you'll have all the respect in the world from me. Just keep it fair, don't try any illegal tactics, and then rightfully accept the beating and defeat you're inevitably going to receive like a man and I'll show you some respect.
**Dread now rises from the seat and stands in front of the camera which is still focused on his intense-looking face. His piercing blue eyes still glare into the cameras lens.**
Jason Dread
It's about time we find out who the better man is, Dave. No more beating around the bush -- it's time for the moment we've both been waiting for. It's time to do battle, bragging rights on the line. We've given a preview to everyone throughout the week with a war of words, but now it's time for the real thing. I hope you come at me just as hard in the ring as you have been during your promo's throughout the week. Just don't take any advice from Big Ci like you did in the promo department, because if you continue in the tutelage of that buffoon, you're record is not only going to descend to zero wins and two losses after facing me, but it's going to continue gradually falling with every match you go through here. Either way, however, you're still going to have to wait for that first win of yours here in POW a week longer because this week it's been all but stated in the history books that once First Rights comes and goes you'll still be walking around with a big fat zero in your win column in POW.
**After he speaks those words and releases a final snarl, he stomps off out of the cameras view, going to prepare for his upcoming match with 'The Predator' elsewhere. The scene then transcends to darkness.**
In an undisclosed location somewhere inside the Star Pavilion at the Ameristar Casino -- the exact place the warriors of POW will duke it out against one another just hours later -- Jason Dread sits amongst the discomfort of a blue steel chair. He's clad in his wrestling attire while a black towel is draped over his head, and covers his face which is facing towards the ground. He's currently lacing his boots, and as he does so he begins speaking, knowing full well that the camera is right there to hear his every word.**
Jason Dread
I saw Dave Hunter earlier showing his face yet again, and I heard him run that pretty large trap he has under his nose again as well. Go figure. I've tried giving the guy some advice, but obviously to no avail. I've previously informed him that for every time he comes out and spews out some absurd nonsense, I'll be here to discredit each and every claim he tries to pass off as a certified fact. And, here I am, a man of my word and doing just that. Also, lets keep in mind that I am indeed a man of my word -- especially you, Dave. That means whatever I promise to do, it's nothing but the whole truth and nothing but truth. And when I say that I'm walking away victorious at First Rights? It's a damn guarantee, buddy.
**Dread finishes tying the laces to both of his boots. Now, he reaches down besides the legs of the steel chair he's sitting on a retrieves a roll of white wrist tape. Beginning to tape his left wrist with the white tape, he continues speaking.**
Jason Dread
Like many of the ridiculous topics, I can't comprehend exactly why Dave Hunter decided to babble on about the crowd and whom they do and do not cheer for. Okay, so the crowd boo's me and cheers you -- what's your point? You claim you couldn't care less about what they say or think about you, and about the reception they give you, yet you dedicated your effort and wasted your breath on continually mentioning them. Seriously, who in the hell cares whether or not the crowd applauds us or not? Oh, right, 'your kind'. You know, the kind who can't win matches so they instead have to occupy their time to winning over the fans affection rather than walking away victorious, hand raised in the air after a long, gruesome battle.
While you're trying to win over the crowd, I'll continue doing what I do best: stepping inside the squared circle and proving my dominance over any and all opposition placed in my path. Anyone with any speck of knowledge in their miniscule pea-brains can clearly see that it's guys like yours truly who deserve the recognition and admiration, yet it's jokesters who hog the approbation when they don't deserve it. It's okay, because it's a commonly known fact that wrestling fans aren't exactly the smartest Neanderthals one could come across. They can deny true talent and cheer the 'sports-entertainers' all they want, I don't care. I'm not a sports-entertainer; I'm a freaking wrestler, and I'm not going to change that just for a few measly cheers here and there.
When it comes time to duke it out inside the ring, Dave, which two individuals will the match ultimately come down to? Me, Jason Dread, and you, Dave. No Big Ci, none of the POW fans, or any other insignificant being that comes to mind. Inside the ring, it's your skills being put up to the test against mine -- and whoever has the superior skill compared to the other will win, simple as that. Crowd admiration won't decide the match. A 'Dave Hunter' chant from the audience will not somehow give you inhuman strength, speed, and endurance that will lead you to victory over me. You're not Hulk Hogan, Dave, and this isn't a choreographed hoax where the absolute unimaginable can happen. This is called wrestling, and what happens is the better man wins against his inferior foe. Crystal clear facts, there.
**By this time, Dread has already finished taping his right and left wrists. Having completed his task, he now places the white tape roll back on the ground near the front legs of the steel chair. Jason now glares intently into the cameras lens with his glimmering blue eyes.**
Jason Dread
The next new topic Dave decided to ramble on about this time around? Respect. Hmm, so I haven't displayed proper respect for you as of yet? For once, what a great observation on your part. You're right, Dave, I haven't shown you much respect, and seriously, why should I? I don't go around handing out my prestigious respect like pieces of candy on Halloween. Respect is earned, buddy. Instead of allowing your feelings to be hurt about not receiving any respect and wasting time whining about it, how about you actually do something about it and prove that you deserve some respect? If you want respect so bad, show me what you've got inside the squared circle. In this business we call wrestling, that's the only place you'll ever garner any of my respect. You hold your own against me, Dave, and you'll have all the respect in the world from me. Just keep it fair, don't try any illegal tactics, and then rightfully accept the beating and defeat you're inevitably going to receive like a man and I'll show you some respect.
**Dread now rises from the seat and stands in front of the camera which is still focused on his intense-looking face. His piercing blue eyes still glare into the cameras lens.**
Jason Dread
It's about time we find out who the better man is, Dave. No more beating around the bush -- it's time for the moment we've both been waiting for. It's time to do battle, bragging rights on the line. We've given a preview to everyone throughout the week with a war of words, but now it's time for the real thing. I hope you come at me just as hard in the ring as you have been during your promo's throughout the week. Just don't take any advice from Big Ci like you did in the promo department, because if you continue in the tutelage of that buffoon, you're record is not only going to descend to zero wins and two losses after facing me, but it's going to continue gradually falling with every match you go through here. Either way, however, you're still going to have to wait for that first win of yours here in POW a week longer because this week it's been all but stated in the history books that once First Rights comes and goes you'll still be walking around with a big fat zero in your win column in POW.
**After he speaks those words and releases a final snarl, he stomps off out of the cameras view, going to prepare for his upcoming match with 'The Predator' elsewhere. The scene then transcends to darkness.**