Post by macros on Feb 20, 2007 20:51:17 GMT -6
The POW camera switches on as it takes a peek through the gap of the door of the locker rooms granted to the POW wrestlers in the Star Pavilion At the Ameristar Casino, as they prepare for their debuting DVD Taping by the name of First Rights. As the camera adjusts to the glare of the lights illuminating the room from the ceiling a single grey chair sites alone in the centre of the room, surrounding the outskirt of the locker room are bags and equipment a like…equipment which can be found in many a backstage arena. Wet splattering footsteps are heard heading in the direction of the locker room from a side door, soon the wrestler known as Macros exit’s the shower area with water dripping down his chest but of course with his “privates” covered with a special featured edition of wrestling shorts. The wrestling shorts in question are printed with the words “Legion” and “Soldier” down the thighs of each leg, and on the back a printed cartoon version of a snarling Macros Vitruvious.
As the camera records Macros enter the room two costume designers walk past the camera accompanied by the wrestlers uniform, in a variety of boxes, plus of course the manager Riley. Macros comes to a halt in the center of the room directly in front of the steel chair as the costume designers go to work dressing the wrestlers in the variety of shaded reds which make up the tunic worn by Macros, whom is taking the pose of a scarecrow to ensure that the designers are allowed complete ease and co-operation from him to achieve their job as quick as possible. The layers of material are overlapped carefully and skillfully over the body of the wrestler, to think that the work of such delicate material is to be only ripped away as the wrestler prepares for his match is totally shocking. Suddenly a golden shimmer of bronze dances around the room as the light reflect off the surface of an extremely old selection of bronze plate armor, the designer raises the armor to the chest and spine of the wrestler as if the object was god himself, tightening the armor to the wrestlers chest with leather straps and buckles the two designers step back to look at their handy work.
How well this wrestler looked in such a costume, how prepared and dressed for a battle was he. The designers smiles to themselves as they exit the locker room with out ever having to give an order or start and argument, if only all wrestlers were similar and easy to dress as this one, they thought as they past the camera and moved onto the next costume and the wrestler whom owned it.
Macros steps back and sit on the chair exhaling a breath of exhaustion, his manager Riley moves to his fate with a roll of white sporting tape in his right hand…with a loud scrapping noise of tap the manager begins to prepare his wrestler for the battle of the night as he wraps the tap around his feet.
Riley: Big night tonight Macros, well I suppose yar debut DVD Taping match in any promotion is marked as a large event. Oh how many of these debuts have we been through, I believe I may of forgotten, after all it feels as every promotion we enter is doomed to suffer closer at a later date. Ah anyway listen to me babbling on, tonight is not the night to talk about stuff like that…tonight shall be a night of celebration and victory.
Riley laughs as he taps the leg of Macros as if giving the man support, as if he needed support.
Riley: Not long now until our big night Macros, what a busy day we already have…meetings with the press, promoters, fans…
Macros groans under his breath and the manager looks up.
Riley: Perhaps we should re-schedule the press and promoters to next week, after all the key to a victory lies in the impression ya land on the fans.
It had been widely known that Riley loved the thought of impressing the fans during a match, before and after so that come the close of the curtain at the end of the night only one wrestler was printed in the memory of each and every fan, his client. Unfortunately on the hand of his client Macros Vitruvious the fans could be no closer to the bottom of his list of importance, rather above the wrestler known as Big Ci. Riley rips the tap from the roll and pads it onto the foot of Macros Both men get to their feet, Riley adjusting his coat and Macros tightening the look of his plate armor. The scene fades out as Riley leads Macros to the door full of confidence and a look of cockiness.
A low chilling note fills the arena blowing from the speakers before a drum beat can be heard in the distance building in volume on every pulse. Suddenly a series of horns start to blow a tune that would provoke fear even in the hearts of the bravest of men, as the camera shift towards the entrance curtains we see that a haze of smoke has started to build up covering the curtain from view.
Wasting little time on their usual entrance Riley comes marching from out of the smoke with his client Macros in follow. The two start to head to the ring delivered with a large welcome cheer from the full house which has showed up for the First Rights DVD Taping, after weeks of intriguing “Road to’s” to get their taste buds excited.
Macros steps up onto the canvas while his manager Riley rolls in gently across the canvas, before turning around and sitting on the middle rope to supply a gap for his wrestler to climb through. Almost like clockwork the music lowers in volume once again just that chilling notes from the horns float around the arena as Macros continues to fiddle with the adjustment of his lorica. Soon in no time at all the self proclaimed “Manager of Champions” and the man with a rather large mouth Riley, has a black microphone in his hand. Slowly he looks around the crowd as he brings the head of the microphone towards his mouth.
Riley: Well firstly I would like to clear up some unimportant rumors which have been spreading around the shores of Power On Wrestling. The thought that such rumors so preposterous have some how been traced back to my hands is completely obscured, of course ya know which rumors I am referring of, those that insisted that Lance Erickson had…problems.
Firstly a rumor was devised that Lance Erickson was unfortunate to have gambling problems, after of course placing a $1000 dollar bet that he shall win the Triangle Match at First Right even though the odds were miraculously bad. I state here and now that such a rumor did not, and I repeat did not, start from the hands of myself. Of course I shall not lie, I despise those whom gamble, though of course if ya wanted an easy victory in money ya shall run to your local bookie now and place some money on my client Macros Vitruvious. Where was I yes, I despise gamblers, throwing their hard earn money into the hands on others at just the tip of a man’s percentage to win in battle. Such sport is a matter of figures and chance, though ya shall place a bet one day there shall be a chance that an underdog rises up and claims victory while ya lose all your betting’s. Ya may place your bet on a man with incredible odds for victory thinking, “He may get the victory, when he does I will be rich”, of course ya shall only see exactly why he has such incredible odds when he get pummeled into the ground. Of course this rumor is obviously a injustice to your ears, for if I had though Lance Erickson was one victim to gambling problems I would be quick to come out here and say it. That is right, I am not as pathetic as some men whom believe it is fine to create dirty rumors behind the back of others, if I ever have a problem or have a word that needs to be said ya can guarantee that I will be doing what I am right now and taking it to the public with a microphone raised to my mouth.
Then of course there are more rumors flooding around the scenes again finding their blame to rest in the hands of I, this time claims of Lance Erickson being involved with the charges of rape. But of course such rumors are once again false, Lance Erickson told everyone that no women had come forward and basically…and I quote “Ya actually have to sleep with someone to rape them”. This people throughs this rumour into the trash, for ya see at the age of Lance Erickson he still has not found a women, stating himself that he hasn’t slept with a women…he is a virgin.
Most of the men in the crowd laugh afterall a man is said to think of sex about 90% of the day, while the occasional women screams in pleasure at the thought of Lance Erickson still being available and a virgin.
Riley: Once again such rumours found their way and blame into my hands, when obviously the truth is I do not give a damn about the sex or lack of in the life of Lance Erickson.
Why should I be the man blamed with such rumours, when it is defiantly obvious that the man whom has started these are none other than the opponent for my client and Lance Erickson and the man whom has yet to make little but an interview about his match…Big Ci. To me all these seem to be are scare tactics from a man that noes he has no chance for victory.
Riley shrugs his shoulders as he takes some steps towards the ropes so as to lean against them, thinking that this act would make him look more mature and…cool.
Riley: Of course then there are other rumors which happen to enlist the name of my client in their depths, these rumors are those of the future contendership for the POW Championship which tonight shall be contested between Rich Morrison and Shawn Stevens. Supposedly in the early hours of the morning I was in attendance with POW Promoter and owner, Tito Capaci, talking of the contendership he is to allow my client in undertaking if he wins here tonight. Well personally I do not wish to destroy this rumour for obviously it gives our fans extra incentive to continue their support of the legion of fans, so I shall not be confirming or denying such things…though a meeting does seem to bring some memories into my mind. So hopefully tonight at a later date ya may get the chance to see Tito Capaci come out to this very ring and confirm the meeting did take place…or deny it.
Whatever the case may be I am fed up with these rumors, for now let us just sweep them away.
Riley mimics sweeping the rumors off the canvas and out of the ring with his foot.
Riley: For tonight much larger things are to come, no I am not talking about two “has-beens” which have been given the chance to compete for the POW Championship. No I am talking about the chance each and every one of ya has tonight to see the greatest submission wrestler this company has seen perform in this very ring for a chance to enter a number 1 contendership match on March 10th for the Valor Championship. My client the legion soldier himself, Apius Macros Vitruvious.
My client is scheduled tonight to fight a man whom has wrestled as his partner and a man whom has already suffered a loss at his hands. Confident enough to say, two men whom are obviously have fear in their bodies about the man that is Macros. Though ya may not see the fear on their face it is their, ya can smell the stench of fear which flows from their bodies. Big Ci himself is so afraid of yet another defeat that once again like many a time before in the past he has only showed up at the last minute. I ask of ya now to look at my client here, ya shall not see a look of fear across his face…oh no. My client is fully prepared for the battle that he shall have tonight in this ring, for instance unlike Big Ci my client has been in town and prepared for his match for days now.
UWL, UWC…slap in the face. It seems to me that Big Ci does not like hearing the truth, it seems to me that Big Ci does not seeing the reality that he did struggle in UWL, whether that be continuously losing or having the nerve to not even show up at all. But the thought of letting an owner of another company into the very presence of greatness that is POW to slap me is completely revolting, in-fact if I had the time I would venture to UWC itself an kindly give him a present of the five fingers to the face. After all it was yourself Big Ci that said the POW roster was much stronger than that of the UWC. Big Ci if ya wanting to slap me in the face then I ask ya to come right down to this very ring tonight and do so, if Dave wants a piece of me then I tell him to do the same.
Macros walks over to his manager and stands ready to fight, Riley puts his hands of the lorica of his client and pushes him away.
Riley: No do not fret, for we all know that none of these men have the guts to come down here and do it. Big Ci himself would not want to wander down the ring, do to his injury. *The face of Riley lights up with a massive grin* That’s right an injury, the man has the nerve to continue his agreement to wrestle even though he has an injury. Very brave and commendable of him though of course in my eyes it is highly foolish. Highly foolish to think that when you tapped out testing your injury it would be enough to wrestle in a match against the man whom is submission wrestling at it’s finest.
How long have ya told yourself that ya can withstand the submissions that my client’s wrestling credentials are all about? How long would your leg be able to hold your weight before it crumbles underneath you? Not to damn long I tell ya now. Every man backstage knows my client, every man women and child in this very arena knows what my client is capable of…bullshit…you have not seen anything yet. Alas not a single man past or present in a promotion with my client has seen his full potential as a wrestler, my client is as you say all those greats rolled into one. My client is the complete package, power, technical, submission, speed the list just continues to roll of the tongue. And to think that the thought of survival entered your head, there is no survival injury or none.
Riley shakes his head as he looks directly into a camera.
Riley: My client is scheduled for gold, whether that be the Valor Championship or the Tag Team Championships in which he is scheduled to compete for, he shall conquer. My client has the lust for greatness, the lust for the gold which has yet refused to grace the circumference of his waist…the lust to reach the top. But of course in this business a lust can not be fulfilled until some lives have been sacrificed, until other platform goals have been reached…so you see it is my client that is destined to wear this gold, as it is your destiny to lose to him once again eliminated by another or not you shall still hear the echoes of victory as the announcer brings the microphone to his lips and yells the cheer that all shall celebrate.
Macros Vitruvious Victorious!!!
Riley throws the microphone to the canvas as he looks around the crowd, the legendary theme by Hans Zimmer begins to circulate around the room. He mimics the brushing of dust from his hands as he mouths into the camera, “As simply as that” the camera fades out with Riley smiling and confident in his clients abilities as ever.
-:END PROMO:-
As the camera records Macros enter the room two costume designers walk past the camera accompanied by the wrestlers uniform, in a variety of boxes, plus of course the manager Riley. Macros comes to a halt in the center of the room directly in front of the steel chair as the costume designers go to work dressing the wrestlers in the variety of shaded reds which make up the tunic worn by Macros, whom is taking the pose of a scarecrow to ensure that the designers are allowed complete ease and co-operation from him to achieve their job as quick as possible. The layers of material are overlapped carefully and skillfully over the body of the wrestler, to think that the work of such delicate material is to be only ripped away as the wrestler prepares for his match is totally shocking. Suddenly a golden shimmer of bronze dances around the room as the light reflect off the surface of an extremely old selection of bronze plate armor, the designer raises the armor to the chest and spine of the wrestler as if the object was god himself, tightening the armor to the wrestlers chest with leather straps and buckles the two designers step back to look at their handy work.
How well this wrestler looked in such a costume, how prepared and dressed for a battle was he. The designers smiles to themselves as they exit the locker room with out ever having to give an order or start and argument, if only all wrestlers were similar and easy to dress as this one, they thought as they past the camera and moved onto the next costume and the wrestler whom owned it.
Macros steps back and sit on the chair exhaling a breath of exhaustion, his manager Riley moves to his fate with a roll of white sporting tape in his right hand…with a loud scrapping noise of tap the manager begins to prepare his wrestler for the battle of the night as he wraps the tap around his feet.
Riley: Big night tonight Macros, well I suppose yar debut DVD Taping match in any promotion is marked as a large event. Oh how many of these debuts have we been through, I believe I may of forgotten, after all it feels as every promotion we enter is doomed to suffer closer at a later date. Ah anyway listen to me babbling on, tonight is not the night to talk about stuff like that…tonight shall be a night of celebration and victory.
Riley laughs as he taps the leg of Macros as if giving the man support, as if he needed support.
Riley: Not long now until our big night Macros, what a busy day we already have…meetings with the press, promoters, fans…
Macros groans under his breath and the manager looks up.
Riley: Perhaps we should re-schedule the press and promoters to next week, after all the key to a victory lies in the impression ya land on the fans.
It had been widely known that Riley loved the thought of impressing the fans during a match, before and after so that come the close of the curtain at the end of the night only one wrestler was printed in the memory of each and every fan, his client. Unfortunately on the hand of his client Macros Vitruvious the fans could be no closer to the bottom of his list of importance, rather above the wrestler known as Big Ci. Riley rips the tap from the roll and pads it onto the foot of Macros Both men get to their feet, Riley adjusting his coat and Macros tightening the look of his plate armor. The scene fades out as Riley leads Macros to the door full of confidence and a look of cockiness.
A low chilling note fills the arena blowing from the speakers before a drum beat can be heard in the distance building in volume on every pulse. Suddenly a series of horns start to blow a tune that would provoke fear even in the hearts of the bravest of men, as the camera shift towards the entrance curtains we see that a haze of smoke has started to build up covering the curtain from view.
Wasting little time on their usual entrance Riley comes marching from out of the smoke with his client Macros in follow. The two start to head to the ring delivered with a large welcome cheer from the full house which has showed up for the First Rights DVD Taping, after weeks of intriguing “Road to’s” to get their taste buds excited.
Macros steps up onto the canvas while his manager Riley rolls in gently across the canvas, before turning around and sitting on the middle rope to supply a gap for his wrestler to climb through. Almost like clockwork the music lowers in volume once again just that chilling notes from the horns float around the arena as Macros continues to fiddle with the adjustment of his lorica. Soon in no time at all the self proclaimed “Manager of Champions” and the man with a rather large mouth Riley, has a black microphone in his hand. Slowly he looks around the crowd as he brings the head of the microphone towards his mouth.
Riley: Well firstly I would like to clear up some unimportant rumors which have been spreading around the shores of Power On Wrestling. The thought that such rumors so preposterous have some how been traced back to my hands is completely obscured, of course ya know which rumors I am referring of, those that insisted that Lance Erickson had…problems.
Firstly a rumor was devised that Lance Erickson was unfortunate to have gambling problems, after of course placing a $1000 dollar bet that he shall win the Triangle Match at First Right even though the odds were miraculously bad. I state here and now that such a rumor did not, and I repeat did not, start from the hands of myself. Of course I shall not lie, I despise those whom gamble, though of course if ya wanted an easy victory in money ya shall run to your local bookie now and place some money on my client Macros Vitruvious. Where was I yes, I despise gamblers, throwing their hard earn money into the hands on others at just the tip of a man’s percentage to win in battle. Such sport is a matter of figures and chance, though ya shall place a bet one day there shall be a chance that an underdog rises up and claims victory while ya lose all your betting’s. Ya may place your bet on a man with incredible odds for victory thinking, “He may get the victory, when he does I will be rich”, of course ya shall only see exactly why he has such incredible odds when he get pummeled into the ground. Of course this rumor is obviously a injustice to your ears, for if I had though Lance Erickson was one victim to gambling problems I would be quick to come out here and say it. That is right, I am not as pathetic as some men whom believe it is fine to create dirty rumors behind the back of others, if I ever have a problem or have a word that needs to be said ya can guarantee that I will be doing what I am right now and taking it to the public with a microphone raised to my mouth.
Then of course there are more rumors flooding around the scenes again finding their blame to rest in the hands of I, this time claims of Lance Erickson being involved with the charges of rape. But of course such rumors are once again false, Lance Erickson told everyone that no women had come forward and basically…and I quote “Ya actually have to sleep with someone to rape them”. This people throughs this rumour into the trash, for ya see at the age of Lance Erickson he still has not found a women, stating himself that he hasn’t slept with a women…he is a virgin.
Most of the men in the crowd laugh afterall a man is said to think of sex about 90% of the day, while the occasional women screams in pleasure at the thought of Lance Erickson still being available and a virgin.
Riley: Once again such rumours found their way and blame into my hands, when obviously the truth is I do not give a damn about the sex or lack of in the life of Lance Erickson.
Why should I be the man blamed with such rumours, when it is defiantly obvious that the man whom has started these are none other than the opponent for my client and Lance Erickson and the man whom has yet to make little but an interview about his match…Big Ci. To me all these seem to be are scare tactics from a man that noes he has no chance for victory.
Riley shrugs his shoulders as he takes some steps towards the ropes so as to lean against them, thinking that this act would make him look more mature and…cool.
Riley: Of course then there are other rumors which happen to enlist the name of my client in their depths, these rumors are those of the future contendership for the POW Championship which tonight shall be contested between Rich Morrison and Shawn Stevens. Supposedly in the early hours of the morning I was in attendance with POW Promoter and owner, Tito Capaci, talking of the contendership he is to allow my client in undertaking if he wins here tonight. Well personally I do not wish to destroy this rumour for obviously it gives our fans extra incentive to continue their support of the legion of fans, so I shall not be confirming or denying such things…though a meeting does seem to bring some memories into my mind. So hopefully tonight at a later date ya may get the chance to see Tito Capaci come out to this very ring and confirm the meeting did take place…or deny it.
Whatever the case may be I am fed up with these rumors, for now let us just sweep them away.
Riley mimics sweeping the rumors off the canvas and out of the ring with his foot.
Riley: For tonight much larger things are to come, no I am not talking about two “has-beens” which have been given the chance to compete for the POW Championship. No I am talking about the chance each and every one of ya has tonight to see the greatest submission wrestler this company has seen perform in this very ring for a chance to enter a number 1 contendership match on March 10th for the Valor Championship. My client the legion soldier himself, Apius Macros Vitruvious.
My client is scheduled tonight to fight a man whom has wrestled as his partner and a man whom has already suffered a loss at his hands. Confident enough to say, two men whom are obviously have fear in their bodies about the man that is Macros. Though ya may not see the fear on their face it is their, ya can smell the stench of fear which flows from their bodies. Big Ci himself is so afraid of yet another defeat that once again like many a time before in the past he has only showed up at the last minute. I ask of ya now to look at my client here, ya shall not see a look of fear across his face…oh no. My client is fully prepared for the battle that he shall have tonight in this ring, for instance unlike Big Ci my client has been in town and prepared for his match for days now.
UWL, UWC…slap in the face. It seems to me that Big Ci does not like hearing the truth, it seems to me that Big Ci does not seeing the reality that he did struggle in UWL, whether that be continuously losing or having the nerve to not even show up at all. But the thought of letting an owner of another company into the very presence of greatness that is POW to slap me is completely revolting, in-fact if I had the time I would venture to UWC itself an kindly give him a present of the five fingers to the face. After all it was yourself Big Ci that said the POW roster was much stronger than that of the UWC. Big Ci if ya wanting to slap me in the face then I ask ya to come right down to this very ring tonight and do so, if Dave wants a piece of me then I tell him to do the same.
Macros walks over to his manager and stands ready to fight, Riley puts his hands of the lorica of his client and pushes him away.
Riley: No do not fret, for we all know that none of these men have the guts to come down here and do it. Big Ci himself would not want to wander down the ring, do to his injury. *The face of Riley lights up with a massive grin* That’s right an injury, the man has the nerve to continue his agreement to wrestle even though he has an injury. Very brave and commendable of him though of course in my eyes it is highly foolish. Highly foolish to think that when you tapped out testing your injury it would be enough to wrestle in a match against the man whom is submission wrestling at it’s finest.
How long have ya told yourself that ya can withstand the submissions that my client’s wrestling credentials are all about? How long would your leg be able to hold your weight before it crumbles underneath you? Not to damn long I tell ya now. Every man backstage knows my client, every man women and child in this very arena knows what my client is capable of…bullshit…you have not seen anything yet. Alas not a single man past or present in a promotion with my client has seen his full potential as a wrestler, my client is as you say all those greats rolled into one. My client is the complete package, power, technical, submission, speed the list just continues to roll of the tongue. And to think that the thought of survival entered your head, there is no survival injury or none.
Riley shakes his head as he looks directly into a camera.
Riley: My client is scheduled for gold, whether that be the Valor Championship or the Tag Team Championships in which he is scheduled to compete for, he shall conquer. My client has the lust for greatness, the lust for the gold which has yet refused to grace the circumference of his waist…the lust to reach the top. But of course in this business a lust can not be fulfilled until some lives have been sacrificed, until other platform goals have been reached…so you see it is my client that is destined to wear this gold, as it is your destiny to lose to him once again eliminated by another or not you shall still hear the echoes of victory as the announcer brings the microphone to his lips and yells the cheer that all shall celebrate.
Macros Vitruvious Victorious!!!
Riley throws the microphone to the canvas as he looks around the crowd, the legendary theme by Hans Zimmer begins to circulate around the room. He mimics the brushing of dust from his hands as he mouths into the camera, “As simply as that” the camera fades out with Riley smiling and confident in his clients abilities as ever.
-:END PROMO:-