Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Apr 1, 2007 14:18:19 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The scene opens to reveal a television set in the middle of what appears to be a motel room. It is flashing images from Ricky Martini’s Happy Hour, with Murderous Intent.}[/shadow]
Ricky Martini says:What do you mean, prove once again? Murderous Intent has never faced off against M&M in a straight up tag team match.
Midnight Felon says:Your right they had help. It still didn't matter. We face both contenders in the same night? You think Duke and Bloodmoon meant that much? Shit Bloodmoon alone just took up space!
Midnight Felon says:Then again if the Heavy Weight Champ can just be empty space. Why cant Bloodmoon?
B.B.K. says:Your some what right there Ricky, but I don't count Fire or Showtime as a real threat. So to me it was a M and M match. We all know they are a far more powerful team then Fire and Showtime will ever be.
B.B.K. says:Talking about Bloodmoon, he will have a wake up call coming to him real soon.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{It starts rewinding suddenly, then stops after a second.}[/shadow]
B.B.K. says:Talking about Bloodmoon, he will have a wake up call coming to him real soon.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{It rewinds once more.}[/shadow]
B.B.K. says: …he will have a wake up call coming to him real soon.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The camera pans around to show Victor Bloodmoon, VCR remote in hand, frown on his face, sitting on a couch.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: A wake up call. You know something B.B.K., that is precisely the thing that I need. I need to realize that I need to step up my performance, and use the absolute utmost of my abilities to prove that I am POW’s franchise athlete. I need to stop being so lazy, and start working harder every day to improve my capabilities. And most of all, I need to reclaim people’s respect.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The camera goes around once more, this time showing the promo from Night and Daye.}[/shadow]
Shawn Stevens": Well I'm a proud P.O.S.
Night: I can see that. Well I know your owner doesn't want me to fight you right away but thats ok. I understand. I wouldn't want the new guy beating my champion in the first day either.
Daye: It's bad for business.
Night: take a seat. Victor Blood... oh forget it he's a waist of my breath.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The camera rotates yet again, showing the glaring face of Victor.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: I am not an enforcer, I am not a punch line, and I certainly am not a waste of breath. I AM VICTOR BLOODMOON, AND I AM PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!! I keep reiterating this week after week, and yet I constantly find myself in eight man tags, battle royales, and curtain jerkers. I’m still having to wash my face from that attempted hurrancanranna from Fire. Yes, it’s the same thing week after week. Why? It’s very simple, nobody respects me. Well, I am out to prove that I am deserving of respect around here, and I’m going to get it the old fashioned way: by earning it. And I’ll earn respect by decimating every opponent that stands between me and a victory.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor presses a button on the remote and shuts the TV off. He sets the remote down on a coffee table in front of the couch. He is now staring directly at the camera.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Speaking of no respect, I am brought to my upcoming opponents at Road to Spring Breakage: a pack of clowns who think that they are worthy of carrying on the legacy of the Four Horsemen. As if the Horsemen name wasn’t bastardized enough in WCW. Honestly, I think it would be more challenging if it were an eight-man against Sid Vicious, Lex Luger, Paul Roma, and Steve McMichael. Look guys, I know that you are trying to establish yourselves, but that’s not the way to do it. You are all simply using the name of the Horsemen as a crutch, a safety net, because you know that none of you could get it done one-on-one. Hell, one of you insignificant specks lost the POW Television strap last week. You all rely on each other to win your matches for you. That’s not how you get respect. You get respect by going out and earning it by yourself, by completely owning a match. Obviously, you know in you heart that you cannot do that. I can, and I will do at Road to Spring Breakage.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor gives a hearty chuckle and leans back.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Now, onto my partners in the contest. First we have Nick Pickles, the other team member without gold around his waist, a man who has all the money in the world, and yet he can’t buy himself talent, a personality, or even a different name. Next, we have Black, the so-called “Master of Mean,” and the new POW Television champion. “The Master of Mean?!?” That is seriously what you call yourself? It sounds like some kind of villain in a Disney movie. Well, you must be doing something right, because you won the Television strap from one of those Horseman wannabes last week. A win over one of those jobbers is no great accomplishment. But I’ll tell you what: you put the title on the line against me, and we’ll see what kind of champion you are. Finally, we come to the POW Valor champion, George Duke.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor’s grinds his teeth and tightens his face at the mention of Duke’s name.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: The only man to own a victory over me in a singles match. To be honest with you George, I’d like to apologize for the comments I made about your title reign last week. I was angry, and a little bit drunk. You are not a paper champion. Anybody who wins a title by beating the German Juggernaut is a fighting champion in my book. Hell, you even beat Macros, which is no easy task, believe me, I know. With that being said, I’d like to inform you that your victory was due to a mistake by me. It was a mistake that I assure you that I will never make again. After last week, I proved that you can trust me. We may not exactly see eye to eye, but you can count on me to get the job done. So, why don’t you, Pickles, and Black just stand aside and watch as I send these wannabe Horsemen to the glue factory. In other words…I will be victorious.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor picks up the remote again and flips the TV back on.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Ooh, Scrubs is on.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor laughs at a joke on the show as the scene fades out.}[/shadow]
Ricky Martini says:What do you mean, prove once again? Murderous Intent has never faced off against M&M in a straight up tag team match.
Midnight Felon says:Your right they had help. It still didn't matter. We face both contenders in the same night? You think Duke and Bloodmoon meant that much? Shit Bloodmoon alone just took up space!
Midnight Felon says:Then again if the Heavy Weight Champ can just be empty space. Why cant Bloodmoon?
B.B.K. says:Your some what right there Ricky, but I don't count Fire or Showtime as a real threat. So to me it was a M and M match. We all know they are a far more powerful team then Fire and Showtime will ever be.
B.B.K. says:Talking about Bloodmoon, he will have a wake up call coming to him real soon.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{It starts rewinding suddenly, then stops after a second.}[/shadow]
B.B.K. says:Talking about Bloodmoon, he will have a wake up call coming to him real soon.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{It rewinds once more.}[/shadow]
B.B.K. says: …he will have a wake up call coming to him real soon.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The camera pans around to show Victor Bloodmoon, VCR remote in hand, frown on his face, sitting on a couch.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: A wake up call. You know something B.B.K., that is precisely the thing that I need. I need to realize that I need to step up my performance, and use the absolute utmost of my abilities to prove that I am POW’s franchise athlete. I need to stop being so lazy, and start working harder every day to improve my capabilities. And most of all, I need to reclaim people’s respect.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The camera goes around once more, this time showing the promo from Night and Daye.}[/shadow]
Shawn Stevens": Well I'm a proud P.O.S.
Night: I can see that. Well I know your owner doesn't want me to fight you right away but thats ok. I understand. I wouldn't want the new guy beating my champion in the first day either.
Daye: It's bad for business.
Night: take a seat. Victor Blood... oh forget it he's a waist of my breath.
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{The camera rotates yet again, showing the glaring face of Victor.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: I am not an enforcer, I am not a punch line, and I certainly am not a waste of breath. I AM VICTOR BLOODMOON, AND I AM PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!! I keep reiterating this week after week, and yet I constantly find myself in eight man tags, battle royales, and curtain jerkers. I’m still having to wash my face from that attempted hurrancanranna from Fire. Yes, it’s the same thing week after week. Why? It’s very simple, nobody respects me. Well, I am out to prove that I am deserving of respect around here, and I’m going to get it the old fashioned way: by earning it. And I’ll earn respect by decimating every opponent that stands between me and a victory.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor presses a button on the remote and shuts the TV off. He sets the remote down on a coffee table in front of the couch. He is now staring directly at the camera.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Speaking of no respect, I am brought to my upcoming opponents at Road to Spring Breakage: a pack of clowns who think that they are worthy of carrying on the legacy of the Four Horsemen. As if the Horsemen name wasn’t bastardized enough in WCW. Honestly, I think it would be more challenging if it were an eight-man against Sid Vicious, Lex Luger, Paul Roma, and Steve McMichael. Look guys, I know that you are trying to establish yourselves, but that’s not the way to do it. You are all simply using the name of the Horsemen as a crutch, a safety net, because you know that none of you could get it done one-on-one. Hell, one of you insignificant specks lost the POW Television strap last week. You all rely on each other to win your matches for you. That’s not how you get respect. You get respect by going out and earning it by yourself, by completely owning a match. Obviously, you know in you heart that you cannot do that. I can, and I will do at Road to Spring Breakage.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor gives a hearty chuckle and leans back.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Now, onto my partners in the contest. First we have Nick Pickles, the other team member without gold around his waist, a man who has all the money in the world, and yet he can’t buy himself talent, a personality, or even a different name. Next, we have Black, the so-called “Master of Mean,” and the new POW Television champion. “The Master of Mean?!?” That is seriously what you call yourself? It sounds like some kind of villain in a Disney movie. Well, you must be doing something right, because you won the Television strap from one of those Horseman wannabes last week. A win over one of those jobbers is no great accomplishment. But I’ll tell you what: you put the title on the line against me, and we’ll see what kind of champion you are. Finally, we come to the POW Valor champion, George Duke.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor’s grinds his teeth and tightens his face at the mention of Duke’s name.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: The only man to own a victory over me in a singles match. To be honest with you George, I’d like to apologize for the comments I made about your title reign last week. I was angry, and a little bit drunk. You are not a paper champion. Anybody who wins a title by beating the German Juggernaut is a fighting champion in my book. Hell, you even beat Macros, which is no easy task, believe me, I know. With that being said, I’d like to inform you that your victory was due to a mistake by me. It was a mistake that I assure you that I will never make again. After last week, I proved that you can trust me. We may not exactly see eye to eye, but you can count on me to get the job done. So, why don’t you, Pickles, and Black just stand aside and watch as I send these wannabe Horsemen to the glue factory. In other words…I will be victorious.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor picks up the remote again and flips the TV back on.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Ooh, Scrubs is on.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor laughs at a joke on the show as the scene fades out.}[/shadow]
