Post by pohatu on Nov 10, 2005 17:10:21 GMT -5
The scene faded in on a chuckling Pohatu, the wrestler actually outside of his house for once, rather than inside. The light heavyweight was standing beside his customized Ducati, not having been seen since his early BTWF days. Pohatu shook his head a few times before looking back to the camera, finally beginning to speak.
Pohatu: Dinero, how long have you been in the business that you actually think you can call me young and brash? Even if you are old, that just means your time to leave has come, meaning you need to step out of the spot light and let the younger talent take over. Unless you're like Hulk Hogan, which means you're just a five move wonder, along with being old and slow. Doesn't matter either way, Dinero. I'm going to win in round two and advance into the finals.
Pohatu slid away from the bike and walked closer to the house, trailing his fingers along the outer wall, almost as if he was looking for something, but this stopped after a few seconds as Pohatu turned back to the camera.
Pohatu: Dinero, I'm truly sick of your cockiness, as I'm sure others are, too. You may be the number one seed, but the Cinederella story can always be repeated in this tournament. Roy Chambers defeated Pryme Tyme, the 12th seed defeating the, what? Fifth seed? Well, that story is going to be repeated when the eigth seed defeats the number one seed and advances in the tournament. I don't know who I'm facing in the finals, but I hope it's someone who I can actually put up with, like The Tiger or Roy Chambers. But you, Dinero...you I just can't stand, no matter how I try to look at you. No matter what angle I look at you from, I see an old man who doesn't seem to realize that his time is up. And I also get blinded by the glare from your bald head, but that's beside the point.
Pohatu took a few steps away from the house and the camera, the camera man turning around so that it could stay focused on Pohatu, the light heavyweight nodding before beginning to speak.
Pohatu: Me being young has nothing to do with who's going to win, Dinero. With me being younger, that just means I'm more willing to take the risks needed to win the match. No-handed somersault planchas, tope's, other suicida moves. It's those moves that make the light heavyweight division famous, Dinero. Not the power moves, not the stiff moves, not the technical wrestling. It's the suicidal moves that get the people up to their feet and chanting 'Holy Shit!' as the wrestlers put their lives on the line inside of that squared circle. Have you ever heard that type of chant ignited in the audience for you, Dinero? Or was it for your opponent as he put his life on the line?
Pohatu seemed to think about this for a moment before sighing a bit, glancing side to side before turning back to the camera.
Pohatu: Dinero, I'm not scared of you in the least bit. I'm not scared of anything, no matter how much smoked gets blown up their butt. I'd face a monster of a man like ZMaster or Immune without a second thought, same applying for you, Martain Paine, Shane Quickenbosh, or anyone else that is thrown at me. I would face them all and just keep rolling with it in each match. If you honestly think I'm going to back down from you, Dinero, you've got another thing coming.
Pohatu stopped talking and sighed again, shaking his head and glancing around him once more before again looking back to the camera.
Pohatu: Dinero, judging from the job you have, I'm willing to bet that your parents paid for everything you wanted. Law school, toys, cars, bikes, EVERYTHING. You never had to work for anything in your life, which is something we don't have in common. I worked hard to get where I am now, having held two world titles in my life time, along with a pair of tag titles and a HaRdCoRe rules title on my way to greatness. Now I'm considered a main eventer in almost every federation that I visit, and I accept that with much thanks, loving their show of RESPECT. Tell me, Dinero, do you know the meaning of respect, or were you taught to walk over everyone and not show a bit of compassion? I respect everyone I face unless they show disrespect to me, and you've shown that disrespect. So, when it comes time for you and me to face off, I'm not going to wrestle you in the respectful manner that I had in mind. Instead, I'm going to show absolutely no compassion, no honor, no respect. And, when it's all said and done...
I'LL PUT A SHOCK TO YOUR SYSTEM!
With this, Pohatu shoved the camera away from him and walked back over to his Ducati, hopping up onto it and revving up the engine and peeling out of the driveway as we fade..to...black
Pohatu: Dinero, how long have you been in the business that you actually think you can call me young and brash? Even if you are old, that just means your time to leave has come, meaning you need to step out of the spot light and let the younger talent take over. Unless you're like Hulk Hogan, which means you're just a five move wonder, along with being old and slow. Doesn't matter either way, Dinero. I'm going to win in round two and advance into the finals.
Pohatu slid away from the bike and walked closer to the house, trailing his fingers along the outer wall, almost as if he was looking for something, but this stopped after a few seconds as Pohatu turned back to the camera.
Pohatu: Dinero, I'm truly sick of your cockiness, as I'm sure others are, too. You may be the number one seed, but the Cinederella story can always be repeated in this tournament. Roy Chambers defeated Pryme Tyme, the 12th seed defeating the, what? Fifth seed? Well, that story is going to be repeated when the eigth seed defeats the number one seed and advances in the tournament. I don't know who I'm facing in the finals, but I hope it's someone who I can actually put up with, like The Tiger or Roy Chambers. But you, Dinero...you I just can't stand, no matter how I try to look at you. No matter what angle I look at you from, I see an old man who doesn't seem to realize that his time is up. And I also get blinded by the glare from your bald head, but that's beside the point.
Pohatu took a few steps away from the house and the camera, the camera man turning around so that it could stay focused on Pohatu, the light heavyweight nodding before beginning to speak.
Pohatu: Me being young has nothing to do with who's going to win, Dinero. With me being younger, that just means I'm more willing to take the risks needed to win the match. No-handed somersault planchas, tope's, other suicida moves. It's those moves that make the light heavyweight division famous, Dinero. Not the power moves, not the stiff moves, not the technical wrestling. It's the suicidal moves that get the people up to their feet and chanting 'Holy Shit!' as the wrestlers put their lives on the line inside of that squared circle. Have you ever heard that type of chant ignited in the audience for you, Dinero? Or was it for your opponent as he put his life on the line?
Pohatu seemed to think about this for a moment before sighing a bit, glancing side to side before turning back to the camera.
Pohatu: Dinero, I'm not scared of you in the least bit. I'm not scared of anything, no matter how much smoked gets blown up their butt. I'd face a monster of a man like ZMaster or Immune without a second thought, same applying for you, Martain Paine, Shane Quickenbosh, or anyone else that is thrown at me. I would face them all and just keep rolling with it in each match. If you honestly think I'm going to back down from you, Dinero, you've got another thing coming.
Pohatu stopped talking and sighed again, shaking his head and glancing around him once more before again looking back to the camera.
Pohatu: Dinero, judging from the job you have, I'm willing to bet that your parents paid for everything you wanted. Law school, toys, cars, bikes, EVERYTHING. You never had to work for anything in your life, which is something we don't have in common. I worked hard to get where I am now, having held two world titles in my life time, along with a pair of tag titles and a HaRdCoRe rules title on my way to greatness. Now I'm considered a main eventer in almost every federation that I visit, and I accept that with much thanks, loving their show of RESPECT. Tell me, Dinero, do you know the meaning of respect, or were you taught to walk over everyone and not show a bit of compassion? I respect everyone I face unless they show disrespect to me, and you've shown that disrespect. So, when it comes time for you and me to face off, I'm not going to wrestle you in the respectful manner that I had in mind. Instead, I'm going to show absolutely no compassion, no honor, no respect. And, when it's all said and done...
I'LL PUT A SHOCK TO YOUR SYSTEM!
With this, Pohatu shoved the camera away from him and walked back over to his Ducati, hopping up onto it and revving up the engine and peeling out of the driveway as we fade..to...black