Post by nickwadden on Jun 8, 2007 20:50:12 GMT -6
((Due To Time Constraints And Opponent No Showing, I am doing a weak RP. I will pick it up next week I promise))
** The scene opens up in a hotel bedroom. A young man is caught reading local information on a website. The man’s face isn’t exposed but he seems new. He has a nice build and short dark hair. He has a fair complexion and he is solid muscle. He is wearing a black shirt and black jeans. The man is typing but he isn’t really paying attention. His mind is in a different place. The camera zooms in on the side of the bed and there is a pamphlet for the upcoming DVD Taping entitled “Over in Dover”. The camera finally catches the man’s face…it’s the newest member Nick Wadden. Nick smiles as he looks at some Major League Baseball scores and ensures himself that he is now a little bitch richer. Nick turns and looks at the camera suddenly and begins to speak **
Not much to say. That’s me. I am new to this federation, but I am not new to the industry. I could sit here and tell you my past, but what’s the point? I could tell you I’ve won this and that championship, but they mean nothing to you. The only thing that matters to you folks right now is what I do in the POW. What I will do, and what will become of my future. Look at me, obviously I am a force to be reckon with, but that’s not for me to tell you, it’s for you to see. Sunday at Over in Dover, I take on the Spanish caravan, as I’ll call him, Dante Diablo. Dante, like you, this will be a debut match. But like most beginning matches, there is a good and a bad ending. The good ending typically leads to super stardom and nights under the watchful eye of two big breasted ladies feeding you grapes while you sip the finest liquor and enjoy the evening, and then there is the bad ending where this is just the first of many loses that will pile up in what will be known as a jobbers career. Take a guess which side I’m on. No really, I’ll let you guess. You get one chance, and it’s not me. That leaves one person…You got it, it’s you. Finally caught on, that’s good. Make good use of the time you have because when the night if through and the opening match is complete, my record will become 1-0 while yours will drop to a 0-1 and like Enron, your stock will drop until finally you are begging the lord for a chance to get a W in the win column.
Mr. Diablo, is it bad that I am already looking ahead of you? Is there something wrong with that thought? There has to be. When you step into the ring, and you’re putting your heart and soul into the match, and I am thinking about the open challenge I accepted for Dixie Slampede against Kailus Holmes. Who by the way is a scientologist like Katie Holmes. Ha, I made a joke. To end this off short and sweet, Sunday, Over in Dover, Diablo, you enter the ring with a self made machine, and I’m gonna end you, like so many people before you. Goodnight.
** Scene fades to black **
** The scene opens up in a hotel bedroom. A young man is caught reading local information on a website. The man’s face isn’t exposed but he seems new. He has a nice build and short dark hair. He has a fair complexion and he is solid muscle. He is wearing a black shirt and black jeans. The man is typing but he isn’t really paying attention. His mind is in a different place. The camera zooms in on the side of the bed and there is a pamphlet for the upcoming DVD Taping entitled “Over in Dover”. The camera finally catches the man’s face…it’s the newest member Nick Wadden. Nick smiles as he looks at some Major League Baseball scores and ensures himself that he is now a little bitch richer. Nick turns and looks at the camera suddenly and begins to speak **
Not much to say. That’s me. I am new to this federation, but I am not new to the industry. I could sit here and tell you my past, but what’s the point? I could tell you I’ve won this and that championship, but they mean nothing to you. The only thing that matters to you folks right now is what I do in the POW. What I will do, and what will become of my future. Look at me, obviously I am a force to be reckon with, but that’s not for me to tell you, it’s for you to see. Sunday at Over in Dover, I take on the Spanish caravan, as I’ll call him, Dante Diablo. Dante, like you, this will be a debut match. But like most beginning matches, there is a good and a bad ending. The good ending typically leads to super stardom and nights under the watchful eye of two big breasted ladies feeding you grapes while you sip the finest liquor and enjoy the evening, and then there is the bad ending where this is just the first of many loses that will pile up in what will be known as a jobbers career. Take a guess which side I’m on. No really, I’ll let you guess. You get one chance, and it’s not me. That leaves one person…You got it, it’s you. Finally caught on, that’s good. Make good use of the time you have because when the night if through and the opening match is complete, my record will become 1-0 while yours will drop to a 0-1 and like Enron, your stock will drop until finally you are begging the lord for a chance to get a W in the win column.
Mr. Diablo, is it bad that I am already looking ahead of you? Is there something wrong with that thought? There has to be. When you step into the ring, and you’re putting your heart and soul into the match, and I am thinking about the open challenge I accepted for Dixie Slampede against Kailus Holmes. Who by the way is a scientologist like Katie Holmes. Ha, I made a joke. To end this off short and sweet, Sunday, Over in Dover, Diablo, you enter the ring with a self made machine, and I’m gonna end you, like so many people before you. Goodnight.
** Scene fades to black **