Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Apr 9, 2007 16:01:12 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{The scene opens up at a POW house show, not in New England, but still in the good ol’ Midwest. “Blitzkrieg” by Metallica suddenly blasts out of the PA system like a…um, blitzkrieg. Victor Bloodmoon steps out from behind the entrance curtain amidst a chorus of boos. He wastes no time egging them on with taunts, and proceeds down the entryway to the ring. He steps over the ropes, then gets a mic from the timekeeper, still getting boos from the audience. Victor ignores them, and stands in the center in the ring to talk.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Well, the Wannabe Horsemen got the best of my team last week, but if you’ll remember correctly I wasn’t the one that was pinned, but that ancient artifact George Duke. Technically, I still lost. But mark my words, next week at Road to Spring Breakage, I-. Wait, I’m not booked on the card next week. Some of you may be wondering why the greatest wrestler ever to grace a POW ring is not booked on the show, and I would understand if some of you who have bought tickets already may be wanting to get your money back. Well the simple reason is that this week, I’m traveling east to participate in the Lethal Lottery tournament to crown the first POW Eastern Heavyweight Champion.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor raises his arms in triumph to even more boos.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Why would I travel all the way to the Northeastern United States to participate in a meaningless tournament in some two-bit second-rate promotion? The answer is simple: I love clam chowder. And the place to find the best clam chowder is New England. The other reason is that the owner of the territory, Randall Lovejoy, asked me, no, practically begged me to come to his promotion to participate in the Lethal Lottery tournament. And looking at some of the other participants, I can understand why. This thing is nothing but a jobber pile. I mean, let’s look at some the losers in this thing. Hold on, I have a list here. I couldn’t possibly waste time memorizing the names of these little freaks.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor pulls a small folded sheet of paper out of his jeans as the crowd boos wildly at his cocky attitude. He unfolds the paper.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Ah, here we are. First up is “Toro Verde” Enrique Alvarez. What does “Toro Verde” mean? Well, fortunately, I am fluent in Spanish, and I can tell you. The direct English translation of “Toro Verde” is “Talentless Jobber.” Yes, that’s what it means. Adios, Enrique. Next is Buddy “Love” Johansson, some moron from New Orleans. Buddy, you’re going to have to go back to your shelter at the Superdome empty-handed, because I’m going to be walking out as champion. After that we have Nightkiller. This creepazoid isn’t even worth the amount of air I’m wasting on him right now. NEXT! Then, there is Tito Capaci, Jr.-OH, I’m sorry, that’s Eddie Buchalini, Jr., who is a supposed Hall of Famer of some other shithole I’ve never even heard of. Whether you’re a Hall of Famer in some other promotion, this is the POW, and you’re still a jobber in my book. Next up we have Dan Real. Now, Dan’s been in POW for a while now. Just look at some of the fantastic moments he’s had while he’s been here. There was the time that he…….or that one time when……Wow, Dan, it doesn’t appear that you’ve been doing a lot of anything while you’ve been here. Get ready to do even less in this tournament if you happen to get in my way. Let’s see who’s next, it’s Jack “The Rana King” Greaves, who was brought into the wrestling industry after somebody found him hanging around a dumpster. Need I say more? Last, and quite possibly least, is Mick Cormac, whose former profession is an Irish Terrorist. Well Mickey boy, I can guarantee you that you have not truly experienced terror until you’ve stepped into the ring with the German Juggernaut.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor crumples up the paper with one hand and nonchalantly tosses it over his shoulder.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Why would an athlete of my caliber bother to dirty my hands with the likes of these jabronis? It’s because I am finally going to get out of this rut that I’ve been in the last few weeks. I am going to win the POW Eastern Heavyweight Championship to propel myself towards greatness. I will take this promotion to great heights as it’s primary representative. I will prove that I can draw the fans, I can sell the tickets, I can sell the merchandise, and I can have the five-star matches. I will do it because I know I am capable of doing it. Every POW poster in New England will have my picture on it, holding the Heavyweight strap. Every POW commercial in New England will have an appearance by me. I will be Flair, I will be Hogan, I’ll be Austin, Hart, Michaels, I will be the one to carry this promotion to greatness. So to my seven opponents in this tournament, I give congratulations, because you shall all contribute to this greatness that is The German Juggernaut, Victor Bloodmoon. Now, you all should book your hospital visits right now, because as far as the Lethal Lottery tournament is concerned, I can assure you…[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor bows his head before looking straight up at the ceiling of the building.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: I WILL BE…VICTORIOUS!!![/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor drops the mic and raises his arms once more, again triggering more boos from the audience. He exits the ring via stepping over the top rope and onto the floor. He walks up the entryway, motioning that the Heavyweight strap will be around his waist along the way, before diappearing behind the curtain at the entrance.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Well, the Wannabe Horsemen got the best of my team last week, but if you’ll remember correctly I wasn’t the one that was pinned, but that ancient artifact George Duke. Technically, I still lost. But mark my words, next week at Road to Spring Breakage, I-. Wait, I’m not booked on the card next week. Some of you may be wondering why the greatest wrestler ever to grace a POW ring is not booked on the show, and I would understand if some of you who have bought tickets already may be wanting to get your money back. Well the simple reason is that this week, I’m traveling east to participate in the Lethal Lottery tournament to crown the first POW Eastern Heavyweight Champion.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor raises his arms in triumph to even more boos.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Why would I travel all the way to the Northeastern United States to participate in a meaningless tournament in some two-bit second-rate promotion? The answer is simple: I love clam chowder. And the place to find the best clam chowder is New England. The other reason is that the owner of the territory, Randall Lovejoy, asked me, no, practically begged me to come to his promotion to participate in the Lethal Lottery tournament. And looking at some of the other participants, I can understand why. This thing is nothing but a jobber pile. I mean, let’s look at some the losers in this thing. Hold on, I have a list here. I couldn’t possibly waste time memorizing the names of these little freaks.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor pulls a small folded sheet of paper out of his jeans as the crowd boos wildly at his cocky attitude. He unfolds the paper.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Ah, here we are. First up is “Toro Verde” Enrique Alvarez. What does “Toro Verde” mean? Well, fortunately, I am fluent in Spanish, and I can tell you. The direct English translation of “Toro Verde” is “Talentless Jobber.” Yes, that’s what it means. Adios, Enrique. Next is Buddy “Love” Johansson, some moron from New Orleans. Buddy, you’re going to have to go back to your shelter at the Superdome empty-handed, because I’m going to be walking out as champion. After that we have Nightkiller. This creepazoid isn’t even worth the amount of air I’m wasting on him right now. NEXT! Then, there is Tito Capaci, Jr.-OH, I’m sorry, that’s Eddie Buchalini, Jr., who is a supposed Hall of Famer of some other shithole I’ve never even heard of. Whether you’re a Hall of Famer in some other promotion, this is the POW, and you’re still a jobber in my book. Next up we have Dan Real. Now, Dan’s been in POW for a while now. Just look at some of the fantastic moments he’s had while he’s been here. There was the time that he…….or that one time when……Wow, Dan, it doesn’t appear that you’ve been doing a lot of anything while you’ve been here. Get ready to do even less in this tournament if you happen to get in my way. Let’s see who’s next, it’s Jack “The Rana King” Greaves, who was brought into the wrestling industry after somebody found him hanging around a dumpster. Need I say more? Last, and quite possibly least, is Mick Cormac, whose former profession is an Irish Terrorist. Well Mickey boy, I can guarantee you that you have not truly experienced terror until you’ve stepped into the ring with the German Juggernaut.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor crumples up the paper with one hand and nonchalantly tosses it over his shoulder.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: Why would an athlete of my caliber bother to dirty my hands with the likes of these jabronis? It’s because I am finally going to get out of this rut that I’ve been in the last few weeks. I am going to win the POW Eastern Heavyweight Championship to propel myself towards greatness. I will take this promotion to great heights as it’s primary representative. I will prove that I can draw the fans, I can sell the tickets, I can sell the merchandise, and I can have the five-star matches. I will do it because I know I am capable of doing it. Every POW poster in New England will have my picture on it, holding the Heavyweight strap. Every POW commercial in New England will have an appearance by me. I will be Flair, I will be Hogan, I’ll be Austin, Hart, Michaels, I will be the one to carry this promotion to greatness. So to my seven opponents in this tournament, I give congratulations, because you shall all contribute to this greatness that is The German Juggernaut, Victor Bloodmoon. Now, you all should book your hospital visits right now, because as far as the Lethal Lottery tournament is concerned, I can assure you…[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor bows his head before looking straight up at the ceiling of the building.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,30000000]Victor: I WILL BE…VICTORIOUS!!![/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000]{Victor drops the mic and raises his arms once more, again triggering more boos from the audience. He exits the ring via stepping over the top rope and onto the floor. He walks up the entryway, motioning that the Heavyweight strap will be around his waist along the way, before diappearing behind the curtain at the entrance.}[/shadow]
