Post by pohatu on Oct 30, 2005 16:15:47 GMT -5
The scene fades in on Pohatu's basement, showing him to be sitting on the edge of the top turnbuckle, inside of his personal training ring. He was sitting on the top turnbuckle nearest the camera man, facing out towards him, Pohatu currently wearing a pair of tagless, black sweat pants with his usual wrestling boots. He had on his usual vest, making it obvious he had either just finished training or that he was getting ready to start training soon. Pohatu's eyes finally seemed to come alive as he gazed directly into the camera lens, an emotionless look on his face.
Pohatu: You know, no one was really expecting Shane O'Riley to beat Will Dinero in round one, were they? But no one else was expecting me to get past round one either, mainly because of my poor performance in my Valor debut. But I came back from that...and now, I'm facing the number one seed in the Young Lions Cup tournament.
Pohatu hopped down from the turnbuckle, moving so that he was now sitting on the apron, still facing outward towards the camera.
Pohatu: From what I've seen of Will Dinero, he's just a money hungry bastard that got everything handed to him as a child. No discipline or anything, but that's going to change in the matter of just a few days. When him and me face off, he's going to get whipped like a rented mule, and he is going to be out of the tournament.
The sound of footsteps was heard behind the camera man, who quickly turned around, just in time to see Dave Masters step off the last step from the set of stairs. Dave nodded at the camera then walked over to Pohatu, smacking him upside the head once in a playful fashion before rolling into the ring.
Dave Masters: C'mon, Spark Plug, get in here.
Pohatu shook his head a few times to fix his hair before laying down on the apron to roll into the ring underneath the bottom rope, getting up to his feet immeadiately and whipping off his vest. The junior heavyweight tossed the vest off to the side and got into the position that he was known for when he was about to wrestle, but Dave shook his head.
Dave Masters: Mind games, first. What do we know about this guy?
Pohatu: He's a selfish moron who probably pays off the referee to win his matches, basically imitating Ted Dibiase.
Dave Masters: As true as that may be, he obviously still has some wrestling talent. He's the number one seed, after all.
Pohatu: Probably paid management a few thousands bucks to get that spot....
Dave Masters took a few quick steps and grabbed Pohatu by the throat after that comment, squeezing a bit so that Pohatu dropped straight down to his knees, Pohatu looking up at his manager in obvious confusion of the action. After keeping the choke hold left on for about ten seconds, Dave Masters released it, causing Pohatu to drop to his side, holding his throat.
Dave Masters: I've had just about enough of your mouth, fly weight. Anything more like tha--
Dave had bent over Pohatu as he started talking, but this was a mistake on Dave's part as Pohatu whipped his legs around and wrapped them around Dave's head, snapping them around to connect with a kip-up hurracarana. Pohatu got to his feet immeadiately after the move, leaping up to hit a drop kick right to the jaw of Dave Masters, who had also moved up to his feet, knocking him straight out of the training ring. Dave hit the floor and slowly got to his feet, staring up at Pohatu in awe as Pohatu stood beside the ropes, glaring at Dave as he began speaking.
Pohatu: And that's exactly why I was hesitant on having a manager. I bet Will Dinero paid you to try and injure me during our training session, didn't he? Make things easy for him. Get out of my sight before I have to kick your butt.
Dave looked hesitant to leave, but all his hesitations were thrown to the window as Pohatu grabbed the top rope, looking like he was going to launch himself over. Dave made a break for the stairs as Pohatu just kept a hold of the rope, glaring at the spot his former-manager had been standing, a slightly possessed look in his eyes. As the door of a slamming was heard, another one following it a few seconds, Pohatu released his grip on the ropes and turned back to the center of the ring, taking a few steps forward before dropping down to his knees, staring at the camera again.
Pohatu: Dinero, you've now seen what I'll do to anyone who turns their back on me. You may have turned my manager against me, but it means nothing; I'm still going to beat you and advance in the tournament. Stock Market Drop, The Depression, Corporate Buyout, Overcastle, Three Social Classes, bring everything you've got! I'll take 'em all twice, three times; I'll take them all night long.
Pohatu got up to his feet, his eyes staying locked onto the camera lens as he walked forward and leaned against the ropes again, his arms draped over the top rope.
Pohatu: Your moves hurt about as much as a pinch from a baby does. The moves only hurt if you know how to do them, and you have no idea how to do them, Dinero. At the upcoming tournament match, you will not walk out the winner. Why is that, you ask? It's because...
THE LIGHTNING WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN!
[/color]Pohatu: You know, no one was really expecting Shane O'Riley to beat Will Dinero in round one, were they? But no one else was expecting me to get past round one either, mainly because of my poor performance in my Valor debut. But I came back from that...and now, I'm facing the number one seed in the Young Lions Cup tournament.
Pohatu hopped down from the turnbuckle, moving so that he was now sitting on the apron, still facing outward towards the camera.
Pohatu: From what I've seen of Will Dinero, he's just a money hungry bastard that got everything handed to him as a child. No discipline or anything, but that's going to change in the matter of just a few days. When him and me face off, he's going to get whipped like a rented mule, and he is going to be out of the tournament.
The sound of footsteps was heard behind the camera man, who quickly turned around, just in time to see Dave Masters step off the last step from the set of stairs. Dave nodded at the camera then walked over to Pohatu, smacking him upside the head once in a playful fashion before rolling into the ring.
Dave Masters: C'mon, Spark Plug, get in here.
Pohatu shook his head a few times to fix his hair before laying down on the apron to roll into the ring underneath the bottom rope, getting up to his feet immeadiately and whipping off his vest. The junior heavyweight tossed the vest off to the side and got into the position that he was known for when he was about to wrestle, but Dave shook his head.
Dave Masters: Mind games, first. What do we know about this guy?
Pohatu: He's a selfish moron who probably pays off the referee to win his matches, basically imitating Ted Dibiase.
Dave Masters: As true as that may be, he obviously still has some wrestling talent. He's the number one seed, after all.
Pohatu: Probably paid management a few thousands bucks to get that spot....
Dave Masters took a few quick steps and grabbed Pohatu by the throat after that comment, squeezing a bit so that Pohatu dropped straight down to his knees, Pohatu looking up at his manager in obvious confusion of the action. After keeping the choke hold left on for about ten seconds, Dave Masters released it, causing Pohatu to drop to his side, holding his throat.
Dave Masters: I've had just about enough of your mouth, fly weight. Anything more like tha--
Dave had bent over Pohatu as he started talking, but this was a mistake on Dave's part as Pohatu whipped his legs around and wrapped them around Dave's head, snapping them around to connect with a kip-up hurracarana. Pohatu got to his feet immeadiately after the move, leaping up to hit a drop kick right to the jaw of Dave Masters, who had also moved up to his feet, knocking him straight out of the training ring. Dave hit the floor and slowly got to his feet, staring up at Pohatu in awe as Pohatu stood beside the ropes, glaring at Dave as he began speaking.
Pohatu: And that's exactly why I was hesitant on having a manager. I bet Will Dinero paid you to try and injure me during our training session, didn't he? Make things easy for him. Get out of my sight before I have to kick your butt.
Dave looked hesitant to leave, but all his hesitations were thrown to the window as Pohatu grabbed the top rope, looking like he was going to launch himself over. Dave made a break for the stairs as Pohatu just kept a hold of the rope, glaring at the spot his former-manager had been standing, a slightly possessed look in his eyes. As the door of a slamming was heard, another one following it a few seconds, Pohatu released his grip on the ropes and turned back to the center of the ring, taking a few steps forward before dropping down to his knees, staring at the camera again.
Pohatu: Dinero, you've now seen what I'll do to anyone who turns their back on me. You may have turned my manager against me, but it means nothing; I'm still going to beat you and advance in the tournament. Stock Market Drop, The Depression, Corporate Buyout, Overcastle, Three Social Classes, bring everything you've got! I'll take 'em all twice, three times; I'll take them all night long.
Pohatu got up to his feet, his eyes staying locked onto the camera lens as he walked forward and leaned against the ropes again, his arms draped over the top rope.
Pohatu: Your moves hurt about as much as a pinch from a baby does. The moves only hurt if you know how to do them, and you have no idea how to do them, Dinero. At the upcoming tournament match, you will not walk out the winner. Why is that, you ask? It's because...
THE LIGHTNING WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN!
With this, Pohatu stood up and turned his back to the camera man, sliding out of the ring and walking across the floor, starting to lay into a punching bag with rights and lefts, occasionally driving his knee into it as we fade...to...black.[/center]
OOC: Probably not my best, but I was fighting a headache most of today and I was feeling slightly ticked off when I got back to working on this. Good luck to Dinero.