Post by jr200210 on May 3, 2007 21:48:13 GMT -6
The scene opens up to the camera focused up on a familiar sign. Familiar to all UWC and Eddie Buchalini, Jr. fans it’s the “Chat with the Champ” sign, and because there is a PPV as always Eddie sets up a time for open discussion.
This time it’s not the assumed set up. There is no podium, there’s two lounge chairs and a very nice looking glass table, with an “E” incrusted in the middle. There is also some monitors, one with a view of many reporters {which are locate din a different room, and one with this weeks latest promos from Eddie’s opponents playing through. There is also one monitor with the POW Logo on it.
After some time Eddie comes from behind a curtain to the delight of the reporters on the monitor. Eddie is dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, with a matching black tie, black pants, and of course black sunglasses. His gold Rolex is shining off the lights along with his matching gold bracelet, worn on the opposite hand.
Eddie “I’m glad you could all make it. I want to start off by saying I am excited to be running this show. I thought with the sudden halt to UWC, that I would also have to put this on hold, but after talking it over with some people I came to the conclusion that as long as people wanted it I be bringing it back before every PPV.”
Eddie laughs for a moment.
“Did you hear what I said? I said if people wanted it I would bring it back!”
Eddie laughs again.
“I could care less about the people, and especially you. I use this time to gloat. To show off; but you know what it’s not being cocky if you can back it up, and damn it I’ve backed it up all my life. For Christ sakes I’m a Living Legend. I’m the living legend and quite pleased with that title. And some stupid POW Championship will never compare to that.
I’m wrestling against two lunatics that are obsessed over this Championship belt that it’s making them both mentally ill. But what they don’t know is if even if they win, which they won’t it won’t make a difference. And the funny thing, well the ironic thing is that the person who could care less about the stupid Championship will win it all at Big Bang.
Let me sum it up for everyone here: Winning a POW Championship is like racing in the Special Olympics, even if you win you’re still retarded.
So when I walk out of the ring come Big Bang, don’t expect me to be call “Mid-Atlantic Champ” or don’t expect me to proudly hold it up high, I’ll simply throw it in the ring and let the ref deal with it before each match.
I’ve been Champ once, twice hell I’ve been a champ so long that I am the definition of Champ. The one and ONLY double Champ at UWC, and I’ll definitely bring that to POW.
At this time one of the reporters raises his hand. Eddie catches it on the monitor and tells him to “dictate”.
Reporter 1 “Do you have any doubts in your mind about this triple-threat match?”
Eddie “Of course……NOT. Let me tell each and everyone one of you. I will not lose. I had a rough start in POW I will not lie about it, but currently I’ve been on a roll, and I’m ready. I’m ready to peak in POW and this is the first step towards it all.
Just because Orge went to a church and prayed to God that he will be able to walk out of the ring without the help of a wheelchair doesn’t guarantee him he’ll be ok.
Did anyone see his promo?”
The reporters shake their heads.
“Let me at it out for you…”
Eddie talks off his sunglasses, and stands up looking into the camera. With a cavemen tone and a weird face he begins to mock Orge.
“Dear Lord. I have a small penis, that’s bad enough. But getting may ask kick by Eddie and Tanake Take-a-crap would be humiliating. Please….Oh Please God help me out. But I got to go know and cry.”
Eddie sits back down on his comfortable looking chair.
Reporter 2 “Why do you have two chairs if it’s only you on the Show tonight?”
Eddie “Well, I’m glad one of you asses asked. I have brought tonight on the show a very good friend of mine….
Eddie stands up and points to the curtain.
“Mister Paulie Limonelli….”
After a few minutes Soul On Fire Hits and out comes Eddie’s friend, Paulie dressed in all black, just as Eddie is.
Eddie walks up to greet Paulie, but Paulie looks shocked, and points to the curtain. A few mmoments later “New York by Frank Sinatra plays and out comes Jay Mason, looking angered as ever.
Eddie with a pissed expression plops down on his chair.
Eddie “Every time. Every f**king time. You have to f**k everything up. And I doubt anyone wants to see me whoop your ass again. What will that make it three straight? Four straight?
Jay go home. Get the f**k out of here. I’m not going to fight you every other day to make you feel better, I have prove to the world that I can whoop your ass, and quite frankly it’s getting boring.
I fight you, and I win. I’ll fight Orge and Tanakesha at Big Bang, and I’ll win. I mean damn a man can only win so much. But a Legend like myself wins FOREVER.
You’re nothing compared to me Jay so before you open your big, fat mouth, I advise you to leave.
Jay looks around for a few seconds but decides to talk instead of leaving. At this point Paulie is waved off by Eddie and it’s just Eddie and Jay in one setting with the reporters looking on, and taking notes via a monitor.
Jay “You don’t get it. You really don’t. If I wanted to…I could break you into two. Or three, or 12. You sit down on your fancy chair, with your fancy set up in your fancy clothes. Do you think you’re better than everyone!?”
Eddie “No, I know I’m better than everyone else. I don’t think it.”
Jay enraged and at this point starts pacing back and forth.
Jay “I have something short to tell you, so listen up because I will say it one time, and one time only.
When I fight Nightkiller, I want you to do yourself a favor and pretend that it’s you. I will absolutely annihilate him, as well as you. It’s only a matter of time. It’s only a matter of time. I’m 0-0 in the ring, but I’m undefeated in the streets, and no one will beat me at my own game…not even the LEGEND HIMSELF! I will not let someone take over my turf, I will not let someone beat me at my own game, and dammit I will not let someone, specifically a freak like Nightkiller come between me and Win. I will embarrass Night killer, and I will pretty much murder Nightkiller. He’ll be in a puddle of his own blood at Big Bang, and It’s only a matter of time away.
Nightkiller says he cannot wait to get his hands on me, I won’t even let it get that far. I’ll have him knocked unconscious in no time. If he thinks the chain is bad wait til you see what kind of crazy things I bring into the match will consist of.
And at this point it’s only a matter of time.”
Eddie “Yeah It’s only a matter of time before I whoop ass at Big Bang claim the meaningless Title, and whoop your ass, at a later date.”
Jay “Eddie you may very well win the triple-threat match but you will never beat me in the Alley. Just like Nightkiller will never beat me in the Alley.”
Eddie “We’ll see about that”
Eddie stands up and gets in the face of Jay Mason, as two security guards rush through and get in the middle before there are any outbreaks of fighting between the two men.
This time it’s not the assumed set up. There is no podium, there’s two lounge chairs and a very nice looking glass table, with an “E” incrusted in the middle. There is also some monitors, one with a view of many reporters {which are locate din a different room, and one with this weeks latest promos from Eddie’s opponents playing through. There is also one monitor with the POW Logo on it.
After some time Eddie comes from behind a curtain to the delight of the reporters on the monitor. Eddie is dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, with a matching black tie, black pants, and of course black sunglasses. His gold Rolex is shining off the lights along with his matching gold bracelet, worn on the opposite hand.
Eddie “I’m glad you could all make it. I want to start off by saying I am excited to be running this show. I thought with the sudden halt to UWC, that I would also have to put this on hold, but after talking it over with some people I came to the conclusion that as long as people wanted it I be bringing it back before every PPV.”
Eddie laughs for a moment.
“Did you hear what I said? I said if people wanted it I would bring it back!”
Eddie laughs again.
“I could care less about the people, and especially you. I use this time to gloat. To show off; but you know what it’s not being cocky if you can back it up, and damn it I’ve backed it up all my life. For Christ sakes I’m a Living Legend. I’m the living legend and quite pleased with that title. And some stupid POW Championship will never compare to that.
I’m wrestling against two lunatics that are obsessed over this Championship belt that it’s making them both mentally ill. But what they don’t know is if even if they win, which they won’t it won’t make a difference. And the funny thing, well the ironic thing is that the person who could care less about the stupid Championship will win it all at Big Bang.
Let me sum it up for everyone here: Winning a POW Championship is like racing in the Special Olympics, even if you win you’re still retarded.
So when I walk out of the ring come Big Bang, don’t expect me to be call “Mid-Atlantic Champ” or don’t expect me to proudly hold it up high, I’ll simply throw it in the ring and let the ref deal with it before each match.
I’ve been Champ once, twice hell I’ve been a champ so long that I am the definition of Champ. The one and ONLY double Champ at UWC, and I’ll definitely bring that to POW.
At this time one of the reporters raises his hand. Eddie catches it on the monitor and tells him to “dictate”.
Reporter 1 “Do you have any doubts in your mind about this triple-threat match?”
Eddie “Of course……NOT. Let me tell each and everyone one of you. I will not lose. I had a rough start in POW I will not lie about it, but currently I’ve been on a roll, and I’m ready. I’m ready to peak in POW and this is the first step towards it all.
Just because Orge went to a church and prayed to God that he will be able to walk out of the ring without the help of a wheelchair doesn’t guarantee him he’ll be ok.
Did anyone see his promo?”
The reporters shake their heads.
“Let me at it out for you…”
Eddie talks off his sunglasses, and stands up looking into the camera. With a cavemen tone and a weird face he begins to mock Orge.
“Dear Lord. I have a small penis, that’s bad enough. But getting may ask kick by Eddie and Tanake Take-a-crap would be humiliating. Please….Oh Please God help me out. But I got to go know and cry.”
Eddie sits back down on his comfortable looking chair.
Reporter 2 “Why do you have two chairs if it’s only you on the Show tonight?”
Eddie “Well, I’m glad one of you asses asked. I have brought tonight on the show a very good friend of mine….
Eddie stands up and points to the curtain.
“Mister Paulie Limonelli….”
After a few minutes Soul On Fire Hits and out comes Eddie’s friend, Paulie dressed in all black, just as Eddie is.
Eddie walks up to greet Paulie, but Paulie looks shocked, and points to the curtain. A few mmoments later “New York by Frank Sinatra plays and out comes Jay Mason, looking angered as ever.
Eddie with a pissed expression plops down on his chair.
Eddie “Every time. Every f**king time. You have to f**k everything up. And I doubt anyone wants to see me whoop your ass again. What will that make it three straight? Four straight?
Jay go home. Get the f**k out of here. I’m not going to fight you every other day to make you feel better, I have prove to the world that I can whoop your ass, and quite frankly it’s getting boring.
I fight you, and I win. I’ll fight Orge and Tanakesha at Big Bang, and I’ll win. I mean damn a man can only win so much. But a Legend like myself wins FOREVER.
You’re nothing compared to me Jay so before you open your big, fat mouth, I advise you to leave.
Jay looks around for a few seconds but decides to talk instead of leaving. At this point Paulie is waved off by Eddie and it’s just Eddie and Jay in one setting with the reporters looking on, and taking notes via a monitor.
Jay “You don’t get it. You really don’t. If I wanted to…I could break you into two. Or three, or 12. You sit down on your fancy chair, with your fancy set up in your fancy clothes. Do you think you’re better than everyone!?”
Eddie “No, I know I’m better than everyone else. I don’t think it.”
Jay enraged and at this point starts pacing back and forth.
Jay “I have something short to tell you, so listen up because I will say it one time, and one time only.
When I fight Nightkiller, I want you to do yourself a favor and pretend that it’s you. I will absolutely annihilate him, as well as you. It’s only a matter of time. It’s only a matter of time. I’m 0-0 in the ring, but I’m undefeated in the streets, and no one will beat me at my own game…not even the LEGEND HIMSELF! I will not let someone take over my turf, I will not let someone beat me at my own game, and dammit I will not let someone, specifically a freak like Nightkiller come between me and Win. I will embarrass Night killer, and I will pretty much murder Nightkiller. He’ll be in a puddle of his own blood at Big Bang, and It’s only a matter of time away.
Nightkiller says he cannot wait to get his hands on me, I won’t even let it get that far. I’ll have him knocked unconscious in no time. If he thinks the chain is bad wait til you see what kind of crazy things I bring into the match will consist of.
And at this point it’s only a matter of time.”
Eddie “Yeah It’s only a matter of time before I whoop ass at Big Bang claim the meaningless Title, and whoop your ass, at a later date.”
Jay “Eddie you may very well win the triple-threat match but you will never beat me in the Alley. Just like Nightkiller will never beat me in the Alley.”
Eddie “We’ll see about that”
Eddie stands up and gets in the face of Jay Mason, as two security guards rush through and get in the middle before there are any outbreaks of fighting between the two men.