Post by bigci on Apr 11, 2007 18:24:35 GMT -6
:: The scene opens in front of a large POW logo. He is wearing a stone coloured suit and white shirt with no tie and the top button undone. He has his Extreme championship belt on his shoulder. He looks directly into camera and he speaks.
Big Ci: Good evening every one out there in TV land. This is “The Incomparable One”, Big Ci and in less than 48 hours I walk into the Star Pavilion, as I do every week and attempt to become the first man to hold both POW and UWC championship gold simultaneously, by beating George Duke for the Valor championship. Now as much as that match means to me and as near as it is… it is not the reason that I am standing here talking to you tonight.
You see also this week I have another match… also this week I go, not to the Star Pavilion, but, instead… to… to… excuse me for a second…
:: Big Ci reaches inside his jacket and takes out a card. He reads from it to himself and then turns back to camera
… To Michaels 8th avenue ballroom, Glen Burnie, Maryland. Sorry for the lapse… I just couldn’t remember the name of the shit hole that I was gonna be wrestling in. Happens to the best of us…
Any way, I walk into the Michaels 8th avenue Ballroom… and my dance partner goes by the name… of Flying Diamond Cutter Man. Now Flying Diamond Cutter Man thinks very highly of himself… calls himself the “Real World’s Champion”… since the last two federations that he was in both closed down with him still as there champion. Now to me that means that you can’t draw and thus… kill promotions, but if you want to look at it a different way then far be it from me to contradict you. Then again… you’re probably seeing it a lot of different ways considering the amount you were drinking not so many days ago. In fact you’ve got the advantage this week… yeah, cause it’s not just Big Ci vs. Flying Diamond Cutter man… no, no, no, no, no. It’s Big Ci vs. Flying Diamond Cutter Man, and his tag team partners; Jack Daniels and the big purple elephant. No, I’m just messing with you. All jokes aside you do stake a good claim to being the Real World’s Champion.
But you see FDCM, you’re not the only man that left a company, whilst still a champion. You look at my left shoulder and you tell me what you see. In case what we saw earlier this week wasn’t a one off, and you’ve been in an alcohol induced coma for months, when the UWC finished I brought the Extreme Title with me to POW. So you wanna talk about being a real champion, well you’re facing one this week and maybe by then… I’ll be a double champion. Imagine, the Extreme Champion, who represents a division where weapons and dirty tactics aren’t just allowed, they’re a common fixture… and the Valor Champion, representing a division where Disqualifications lose you the championship. Two divisions, polar opposites of one another, both represented by Big Ci.
So when I walk into that hall, or ballroom, or toilet or whatever it is, and I defeat the Real World’s Champion, I do it for me, for the Horsemen… not, for the fans… not for some little 8 year old punk who boos me when he sees me on TV. Not… for some over weight, slobbering oaf without a job… who looks up from playing “World of Warcraft” every so often and notices there’s a wrestling show on. Not even for the hot chicks about three rows back cheering for me. No, when I beat FDCM, and when I beat George Duke… I do it for me and the Horsemen. And all the fans… well they can all… kiss my ass. George Duke, see you Thursday… FDCM… if your not still pissed out of your skull, see you in hell… or Maryland… as it’s known. Big Ci… over and out.
:: Blackout
:: End of segment
Big Ci: Good evening every one out there in TV land. This is “The Incomparable One”, Big Ci and in less than 48 hours I walk into the Star Pavilion, as I do every week and attempt to become the first man to hold both POW and UWC championship gold simultaneously, by beating George Duke for the Valor championship. Now as much as that match means to me and as near as it is… it is not the reason that I am standing here talking to you tonight.
You see also this week I have another match… also this week I go, not to the Star Pavilion, but, instead… to… to… excuse me for a second…
:: Big Ci reaches inside his jacket and takes out a card. He reads from it to himself and then turns back to camera
… To Michaels 8th avenue ballroom, Glen Burnie, Maryland. Sorry for the lapse… I just couldn’t remember the name of the shit hole that I was gonna be wrestling in. Happens to the best of us…
Any way, I walk into the Michaels 8th avenue Ballroom… and my dance partner goes by the name… of Flying Diamond Cutter Man. Now Flying Diamond Cutter Man thinks very highly of himself… calls himself the “Real World’s Champion”… since the last two federations that he was in both closed down with him still as there champion. Now to me that means that you can’t draw and thus… kill promotions, but if you want to look at it a different way then far be it from me to contradict you. Then again… you’re probably seeing it a lot of different ways considering the amount you were drinking not so many days ago. In fact you’ve got the advantage this week… yeah, cause it’s not just Big Ci vs. Flying Diamond Cutter man… no, no, no, no, no. It’s Big Ci vs. Flying Diamond Cutter Man, and his tag team partners; Jack Daniels and the big purple elephant. No, I’m just messing with you. All jokes aside you do stake a good claim to being the Real World’s Champion.
But you see FDCM, you’re not the only man that left a company, whilst still a champion. You look at my left shoulder and you tell me what you see. In case what we saw earlier this week wasn’t a one off, and you’ve been in an alcohol induced coma for months, when the UWC finished I brought the Extreme Title with me to POW. So you wanna talk about being a real champion, well you’re facing one this week and maybe by then… I’ll be a double champion. Imagine, the Extreme Champion, who represents a division where weapons and dirty tactics aren’t just allowed, they’re a common fixture… and the Valor Champion, representing a division where Disqualifications lose you the championship. Two divisions, polar opposites of one another, both represented by Big Ci.
So when I walk into that hall, or ballroom, or toilet or whatever it is, and I defeat the Real World’s Champion, I do it for me, for the Horsemen… not, for the fans… not for some little 8 year old punk who boos me when he sees me on TV. Not… for some over weight, slobbering oaf without a job… who looks up from playing “World of Warcraft” every so often and notices there’s a wrestling show on. Not even for the hot chicks about three rows back cheering for me. No, when I beat FDCM, and when I beat George Duke… I do it for me and the Horsemen. And all the fans… well they can all… kiss my ass. George Duke, see you Thursday… FDCM… if your not still pissed out of your skull, see you in hell… or Maryland… as it’s known. Big Ci… over and out.
:: Blackout
:: End of segment