Post by drlove on May 5, 2007 14:28:09 GMT -6
~Scene One~ Off Camera.
The scene unfolds...it's the same old song and dance for "The Natural", Joey Harris: a night at Chuck E. Cheese's pizza place. Only the Lord can tell how many nights out of the year that this guy spends at this place, but hell, it is where a kid can be a kid, and Joey Harris is a kid at heart. A small kid sits on one of the motorcycle simulator games, and when his turn is up, a small, chubby kid begins to climb up on the bike, only for Joey Harris to run up and shove him off. The kid falls on his back, and cries.
Chubby kid:
W-what was that f-for?
Joey:
I've been waiting to get on this ride for days, kid. It's cool, you'll get a turn.
The kid runs of, tears streaming down his eyes as Joey rides the bike, dodging other traffic that doesn't exist. He starts to think to himself.
Joey:
Damn kids are so greedy these days. They never learn how to share with others, or more importantly, to respect their elders. Just like my opponents in my debut in the POW. Jack Hammer, Hannibal...who the hell are these guys, anyway? I've been in this business for 4 years now, and never once have I heard of any of these guys. I've accomplished many things in my career...IWA Television Champion, EGW Fury Champion, and the first EGW Hall of Fame inductee! What do these guys have on themselves? Nothing. Just a couple more nobodies that I have to knock some sense into.
Joey steers sharply on the bike, and falls off over the side. Some kids laugh at him, including the little fat kid, who kicks Joey in the gut. Joey stands up and scream at the kid as he runs away.
Joey:
Get back here before I kick your bulbous ass!
The whole place goes dead silent, except for the moaning of a young couple in the ball pin. All eyes are locked dead-on to Joey, who coughs in nervousness.
Joey:
Snootchie bootchies?
Everyone laughs, and goes back to what they were doing, as Joey lets out a sigh of relief. He heads over to the pizza parlor and calls a waitress over to him. She's very beautiful, with shiny blonde hair, and nice, long legs. Joey's stunned. She smiles at him.
Waitress:
Hey cutie, what can I get for you?
Joey:
I-I'll take the breast pizza...I mean, the best puss...just give me a pizza.
The waitress writes it down on her pad, winks at Joey, and walks away. Joey slouches down into his seat.
Joey:
I'm finally getting a fresh start. No more James Wade, no more Jason Dreamer, nothing to get in m way. This is Power On Wrestling Midwest. I guarantee that I will make an impact. I have to. This match is much too important to risk losing. Eventually, I'll prove to everybody here why I became the legend I am in EGW. I'll give everybody the 5-star, Joey Harris specials that nobody else will duplicate, ever! I will become the POW Midwest Heavyweight Champion!
The waitress walks back to Joey, the pizza tray in her arms. She sets it down in front of Joey, gazing down at him.
Waitress:
You need anything else?
Joey:
Uh...n-no, I'm g-good.
Waitress:
How about me?
Joey stares, stunned, as the waitress draws down on him, lip-locking him into one of the greatest submissions ever: the tongue-twister. She kisses him passionately for about 10 seconds, when a voice yells out, enraged.
???:
Hey you freak, what the hell are you doing to my girlfriend?
Joey looks over, to see a giant rat stomping towards him.
Joey:
Chuck E.?
Chuck E. punches Joey in the face, sending him backwards over the seat. Joey gets up and tackles the mouse backwards, slamming him through a table as the security carries Joey out of the parlor. They throw him down to the floor, laughing at him.
Security:
Next time, stick with Burgerworld.
The security guards laugh as they shut the door, leaving a disappointed Joey down on the ground.
~Scene Two~ On Camera:
Joey paces back and forth, thinking to himself. Finally, he looks up to the camera.
Joey:
For those of you who don't know me...well, you all know who I am already, so there's no introduction needed. But all of you who do know me, you know what I'm capable of. I'm "The Natural", Joey Harris. "The World's Greatest Superstar" and EGW Hall of Famer! Now, this isn't about the EGW World Extreme Title. This is POW. This is about making an impact in a foreign land...POW Midwest. Not only will I make an impact, but I'll be making an example. An example out of two young superstars by the name of Jack Hammer and Hannibal.
Hannibal...now I know where I heard that name. You were apart of the UWC, back when my pal James Wade was running around. You were involved in a match between yourself, James Wade, and Vic Powers, for the UWC Heavyweight Championship. You lost to James Wade that night. And how ironic is it, that you'll be losing to Wade's own friend, Joey Harris. I'm not like James Wade, Hannibal. I'm different. I'm not the calm, somber powerhouse that Wade was. I'm extreme. I will take my body, as well as yours, to places it's never been before, and I will do it, night in and night out. I've been thrown off cages threw flaming tables. I've dove off ladders onto opponents covered with thumbtacks and broken wood. I've been slammed in the face with chairs, and bats. I've even been attacked with tazer guns, and set on fire by flamethrowers. And ever week, I come back for more. Can you handle that level of extreme, Hannibal? Doubtful.
Jack Hammer, the same thing goes for you. I have no idea who you are...hell, I know nothing about you! But I do know this. That you are in for one hell of a show this week at The Road to Supermania III! Everything I said to Hannibal, goes double for you. I will put my body on the line to get out of this match, and I guarantee I'll be the one walking away with my head held high. My only demands: everybody in the back will watch this match. Because this match determines the future of the POW Midwest, and the entire wrestling industry.
This match marks the debut of one of the greatest entities ever to step foot in the squared circle. They say that your first impression is a lasting impression. I guarantee that Joey Harris will last for as long as it takes, until I get what is mine: the POW Midwest Heavyweight Championship! It's only natural. Keep in touch, guys. I'll be seeing you this weekend.
Joey poses for the fans as the scene fades to black, his comments nesting themselves onto the footage of the camera.
The scene unfolds...it's the same old song and dance for "The Natural", Joey Harris: a night at Chuck E. Cheese's pizza place. Only the Lord can tell how many nights out of the year that this guy spends at this place, but hell, it is where a kid can be a kid, and Joey Harris is a kid at heart. A small kid sits on one of the motorcycle simulator games, and when his turn is up, a small, chubby kid begins to climb up on the bike, only for Joey Harris to run up and shove him off. The kid falls on his back, and cries.
Chubby kid:
W-what was that f-for?
Joey:
I've been waiting to get on this ride for days, kid. It's cool, you'll get a turn.
The kid runs of, tears streaming down his eyes as Joey rides the bike, dodging other traffic that doesn't exist. He starts to think to himself.
Joey:
Damn kids are so greedy these days. They never learn how to share with others, or more importantly, to respect their elders. Just like my opponents in my debut in the POW. Jack Hammer, Hannibal...who the hell are these guys, anyway? I've been in this business for 4 years now, and never once have I heard of any of these guys. I've accomplished many things in my career...IWA Television Champion, EGW Fury Champion, and the first EGW Hall of Fame inductee! What do these guys have on themselves? Nothing. Just a couple more nobodies that I have to knock some sense into.
Joey steers sharply on the bike, and falls off over the side. Some kids laugh at him, including the little fat kid, who kicks Joey in the gut. Joey stands up and scream at the kid as he runs away.
Joey:
Get back here before I kick your bulbous ass!
The whole place goes dead silent, except for the moaning of a young couple in the ball pin. All eyes are locked dead-on to Joey, who coughs in nervousness.
Joey:
Snootchie bootchies?
Everyone laughs, and goes back to what they were doing, as Joey lets out a sigh of relief. He heads over to the pizza parlor and calls a waitress over to him. She's very beautiful, with shiny blonde hair, and nice, long legs. Joey's stunned. She smiles at him.
Waitress:
Hey cutie, what can I get for you?
Joey:
I-I'll take the breast pizza...I mean, the best puss...just give me a pizza.
The waitress writes it down on her pad, winks at Joey, and walks away. Joey slouches down into his seat.
Joey:
I'm finally getting a fresh start. No more James Wade, no more Jason Dreamer, nothing to get in m way. This is Power On Wrestling Midwest. I guarantee that I will make an impact. I have to. This match is much too important to risk losing. Eventually, I'll prove to everybody here why I became the legend I am in EGW. I'll give everybody the 5-star, Joey Harris specials that nobody else will duplicate, ever! I will become the POW Midwest Heavyweight Champion!
The waitress walks back to Joey, the pizza tray in her arms. She sets it down in front of Joey, gazing down at him.
Waitress:
You need anything else?
Joey:
Uh...n-no, I'm g-good.
Waitress:
How about me?
Joey stares, stunned, as the waitress draws down on him, lip-locking him into one of the greatest submissions ever: the tongue-twister. She kisses him passionately for about 10 seconds, when a voice yells out, enraged.
???:
Hey you freak, what the hell are you doing to my girlfriend?
Joey looks over, to see a giant rat stomping towards him.
Joey:
Chuck E.?
Chuck E. punches Joey in the face, sending him backwards over the seat. Joey gets up and tackles the mouse backwards, slamming him through a table as the security carries Joey out of the parlor. They throw him down to the floor, laughing at him.
Security:
Next time, stick with Burgerworld.
The security guards laugh as they shut the door, leaving a disappointed Joey down on the ground.
~Scene Two~ On Camera:
Joey paces back and forth, thinking to himself. Finally, he looks up to the camera.
Joey:
For those of you who don't know me...well, you all know who I am already, so there's no introduction needed. But all of you who do know me, you know what I'm capable of. I'm "The Natural", Joey Harris. "The World's Greatest Superstar" and EGW Hall of Famer! Now, this isn't about the EGW World Extreme Title. This is POW. This is about making an impact in a foreign land...POW Midwest. Not only will I make an impact, but I'll be making an example. An example out of two young superstars by the name of Jack Hammer and Hannibal.
Hannibal...now I know where I heard that name. You were apart of the UWC, back when my pal James Wade was running around. You were involved in a match between yourself, James Wade, and Vic Powers, for the UWC Heavyweight Championship. You lost to James Wade that night. And how ironic is it, that you'll be losing to Wade's own friend, Joey Harris. I'm not like James Wade, Hannibal. I'm different. I'm not the calm, somber powerhouse that Wade was. I'm extreme. I will take my body, as well as yours, to places it's never been before, and I will do it, night in and night out. I've been thrown off cages threw flaming tables. I've dove off ladders onto opponents covered with thumbtacks and broken wood. I've been slammed in the face with chairs, and bats. I've even been attacked with tazer guns, and set on fire by flamethrowers. And ever week, I come back for more. Can you handle that level of extreme, Hannibal? Doubtful.
Jack Hammer, the same thing goes for you. I have no idea who you are...hell, I know nothing about you! But I do know this. That you are in for one hell of a show this week at The Road to Supermania III! Everything I said to Hannibal, goes double for you. I will put my body on the line to get out of this match, and I guarantee I'll be the one walking away with my head held high. My only demands: everybody in the back will watch this match. Because this match determines the future of the POW Midwest, and the entire wrestling industry.
This match marks the debut of one of the greatest entities ever to step foot in the squared circle. They say that your first impression is a lasting impression. I guarantee that Joey Harris will last for as long as it takes, until I get what is mine: the POW Midwest Heavyweight Championship! It's only natural. Keep in touch, guys. I'll be seeing you this weekend.
Joey poses for the fans as the scene fades to black, his comments nesting themselves onto the footage of the camera.