Post by The eXtremist on Oct 28, 2005 20:30:39 GMT -5
”Ready For Anything” – RP#1
We come into perfect vision of a man standing there. Alone. It’s a quiet area, otherwise known as the Valor Basement. The man has his back turned to the camera, making sure no one is seeing his face. His head is visibly seen being tilted down, almost as if he’s embarrassed to show his face. His bare back being shown to the crowd, the camera walks up closer and closer to the man. As they reach about 5 inches from his back, the man raises his right hand to his side.
Man: Stop.
The camera listens to the man and stops in there tracks. The man can’t help but turn his face to the side, showing off his black hair and black bandanna wrapped around his hairline. Only one particular wrestler Valor does that – Martin Paine. Could it be? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t? The man turns his body fully towards the camera, showing that it is really Martin Paine. Paine’s eyes seem so blank, just like he’s depressed or maybe even sad. His bare chest can be seen growing goose bumps, showing that the basement is a cold area. With a few lights hanging from ceilings, there not much to see or describe to you of the area.
Martin Paine: I understand what your all wondering. Why Am I standing here, alone in this dark decreped area, with no one around me but you camera guys? I feel comfortable. I know I grew up in a rich neighborhood with people my age that all had fantasies of being millionaires of their own company, owning a huge stock on New York’s Wall Street, being apart of Canada’s Parliament, all that shit. But not me. My only dream was to be a Professional Wrestler. You might hear Samoa Joe going around calling himself “Pro Wrestling”, but what he doesn’t know is that I am a quiet storm waiting in the aisle’s to brew up and blow him and his house away. You know you’re a major force in wrestling when Ring of Honor takes you off cards for “being to extreme” in your matches. I laugh in all my opposers faces. Theirs a fine line between fake and reality, and what I do in that ring is straight reality. I take things under my wing, and don’t confine under a script to get the job done. I do what it takes to win. Whether its to cheat and grab the ropes, use a weapon or too to get the 3, or maybe even stiff up my opponent. I know I have the millions and millions of fans behind by back 200%, and its my job to give them a show. But now, now its time to really do some damage here.
Martin tilts his head back before putting his right hand into his left palm and cracking his knuckles, and then cracks his neck. Making a nice smirk, the eldest of the Paine Family begins to speak again.
Martin Paine: Valor Halloween Horrors. What a huge PPV. Stacked card from top to bottom, including the long awaited main event between Zmaster and Brandon Bailey in the “Cage of Horrors”. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s waiting for that match to happen Martin rolls his eyes. But in all seriousness, its time I do something big. I have yet to make my Valor debut, but at Horrors, its time for the debut and unleashing of an extremist. At the recent Young Lions Cup, I lost to Shane Quickenbosh in a huge upset. I thought I had him beat in the Ultimate Paine, but Shane was smart and countered out of it, ending up beating me like it was nobodies business. It was sucky, and was a bad feeling going to the back with your head dangling low and knowing your eliminated from one of the biggest and most prestigious tournaments of the year, but what can you do aboot it, eh? Shane, I never got the chance to apologize to you backstage for not shaking your hand after the match as you had wanted when the camera’s weren’t rolling, but it was only in a moment of panic. You caught me off guard, and fucked up my game plan. I had my mind set on beating you 1-2-3, or making you submit to the Ultimate Paine, but it didn’t happen how I thought it would. You proved last week Friday that you were stronger than I thought, and to even think of giving me a handshake after our grueling 20 minute match shows that your just as much of a man as anyone else. Shane – I apologize. And I wish you the best in the tournament, and wish I’d be in the same spot your currently in, but its not happening like that. If you ever want a rematch between the two of us, you know my number and you know I’ll be ready and willing. For the time being, I’ll remember the score we have to settle for a later date. But for now, its time for a different opposition. A different type of match I’ve never, ever been apart of. An Ultimate X.
Me, “The Lightning” Pohatu, Anthony Shadows, and Ryan Young going at it in a Fatal Fourway Ultimate X match. But the stipulation your all wondering? A shot for being #1 Contender to the brand new VWA Junior Heavyweight Title. I give Valor credit – there home of the greatest junior’s on earth. WWE’s joke of a “Junior” division is stupid. Valor is where its at if you wanna be extreme or do some of the sickest high flying in the world. The Junior Title is all I have on my mind right now. Not the World Title, nor the North American Title. The JHW Title belt is the only belt that’s worth giving a damn for at this point in my career in Valor. Anthony Shadows and Ryan Young are two sucker’s I know I can handle, and two people that won’t really accomplish much, but will merely be in the way or me and Pohatu’s quest for grabbing that contract in the middle of the wires and grabbing us a #1 Contender’s slot. Yes, you heard right. Martin Paine shows a tad bit concern as he goes against “The Lightning” Pohatu. Pohatu is someone I’ve seen from in Indy Fed’s all over the country, but has the most extreme and the master of lightning crossed path’s, ever? Never. Never, ever, ever. But now, Halloween Horror’s, its time for us to do battle with one goal in mind – Being a proven best in the Junior Heavyweight Division. I wanna be a staple in that division, an asset to Valor unlike any other – unlike my brother, Rodney. They said Rodney would be the current VWA World Champ right now, but he had this “Holier Than Thou” attitude, and felt like showing up whenever and not agreeing to certain storylines because of their content and how they portrayed his character as a whole. I can imagine Steven Lynch’s look of concern as he saw my plea to sign with Valor, and he thought I’d follow in Rod’s footsteps and easily desert Valor in the midst of a giant push. That’s not me. I stay in the fed’s I sign with. If I didn’t like them and think they were one of the best fed’s in North America, I wouldn’t sign with them.
Now Pohatu, this match will require more than just agility and the power to climb a thin wire. Its gonna take mind games, and good sense of being “hardcore”. Taking you out, as well as Shadows and Young, if they even show up, will be my main key. But Pohatu, I don’t think you’ve ever done anything “Extreme” that even marks my talents. Throwing Singapore Canes and flying around in Skateboards isn’t “extreme”. Try falling off a flaming cell and threw a thumbtack table – THAT my friends is extreme. Having a Barbed Wire Wrapped in fire be scraped back and forth across your face – THAT is extreme. The light gash above my face is a symbol of a scar that’ll NEVER go away no matter how many creams and face products I use to hide it. This scar above my eyebrow was a scar given to me two years ago when I my opponent hit me in the head with a Barbed Wire-thumbtack Bat, and it went across too deep. Now I’m stuck with this giant scar like a trapped rat.
Pohatu, what’s your sick symbol? A scar that’ll never go away? Do you even have any of those? You probably don’t you Emo Fuck. Go back to the Skating Park and jam out with your skate buddies because the wrestling ring is a place that you don’t belong in. I have your life in a practical choke hold, and at Horror’s, I release your prone body onto the mat and watch the blood fall out and form a pool right outside your face. You’re not fooling me, dude. My YLC loss was fucked up, and my Extremists out there know this. At Halloween Horror’s, its going to be a massacre, a massacre of Pohatu’s body parts flying every which way. I will come out victorious, and soon, I’ll be challenging for the VWA Junior Heavyweight Championship.
The scene comes to a close with Martin Paine just laughing at the camera. Scene closes out.
We come into perfect vision of a man standing there. Alone. It’s a quiet area, otherwise known as the Valor Basement. The man has his back turned to the camera, making sure no one is seeing his face. His head is visibly seen being tilted down, almost as if he’s embarrassed to show his face. His bare back being shown to the crowd, the camera walks up closer and closer to the man. As they reach about 5 inches from his back, the man raises his right hand to his side.
Man: Stop.
The camera listens to the man and stops in there tracks. The man can’t help but turn his face to the side, showing off his black hair and black bandanna wrapped around his hairline. Only one particular wrestler Valor does that – Martin Paine. Could it be? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t? The man turns his body fully towards the camera, showing that it is really Martin Paine. Paine’s eyes seem so blank, just like he’s depressed or maybe even sad. His bare chest can be seen growing goose bumps, showing that the basement is a cold area. With a few lights hanging from ceilings, there not much to see or describe to you of the area.
Martin Paine: I understand what your all wondering. Why Am I standing here, alone in this dark decreped area, with no one around me but you camera guys? I feel comfortable. I know I grew up in a rich neighborhood with people my age that all had fantasies of being millionaires of their own company, owning a huge stock on New York’s Wall Street, being apart of Canada’s Parliament, all that shit. But not me. My only dream was to be a Professional Wrestler. You might hear Samoa Joe going around calling himself “Pro Wrestling”, but what he doesn’t know is that I am a quiet storm waiting in the aisle’s to brew up and blow him and his house away. You know you’re a major force in wrestling when Ring of Honor takes you off cards for “being to extreme” in your matches. I laugh in all my opposers faces. Theirs a fine line between fake and reality, and what I do in that ring is straight reality. I take things under my wing, and don’t confine under a script to get the job done. I do what it takes to win. Whether its to cheat and grab the ropes, use a weapon or too to get the 3, or maybe even stiff up my opponent. I know I have the millions and millions of fans behind by back 200%, and its my job to give them a show. But now, now its time to really do some damage here.
Martin tilts his head back before putting his right hand into his left palm and cracking his knuckles, and then cracks his neck. Making a nice smirk, the eldest of the Paine Family begins to speak again.
Martin Paine: Valor Halloween Horrors. What a huge PPV. Stacked card from top to bottom, including the long awaited main event between Zmaster and Brandon Bailey in the “Cage of Horrors”. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s waiting for that match to happen Martin rolls his eyes. But in all seriousness, its time I do something big. I have yet to make my Valor debut, but at Horrors, its time for the debut and unleashing of an extremist. At the recent Young Lions Cup, I lost to Shane Quickenbosh in a huge upset. I thought I had him beat in the Ultimate Paine, but Shane was smart and countered out of it, ending up beating me like it was nobodies business. It was sucky, and was a bad feeling going to the back with your head dangling low and knowing your eliminated from one of the biggest and most prestigious tournaments of the year, but what can you do aboot it, eh? Shane, I never got the chance to apologize to you backstage for not shaking your hand after the match as you had wanted when the camera’s weren’t rolling, but it was only in a moment of panic. You caught me off guard, and fucked up my game plan. I had my mind set on beating you 1-2-3, or making you submit to the Ultimate Paine, but it didn’t happen how I thought it would. You proved last week Friday that you were stronger than I thought, and to even think of giving me a handshake after our grueling 20 minute match shows that your just as much of a man as anyone else. Shane – I apologize. And I wish you the best in the tournament, and wish I’d be in the same spot your currently in, but its not happening like that. If you ever want a rematch between the two of us, you know my number and you know I’ll be ready and willing. For the time being, I’ll remember the score we have to settle for a later date. But for now, its time for a different opposition. A different type of match I’ve never, ever been apart of. An Ultimate X.
Me, “The Lightning” Pohatu, Anthony Shadows, and Ryan Young going at it in a Fatal Fourway Ultimate X match. But the stipulation your all wondering? A shot for being #1 Contender to the brand new VWA Junior Heavyweight Title. I give Valor credit – there home of the greatest junior’s on earth. WWE’s joke of a “Junior” division is stupid. Valor is where its at if you wanna be extreme or do some of the sickest high flying in the world. The Junior Title is all I have on my mind right now. Not the World Title, nor the North American Title. The JHW Title belt is the only belt that’s worth giving a damn for at this point in my career in Valor. Anthony Shadows and Ryan Young are two sucker’s I know I can handle, and two people that won’t really accomplish much, but will merely be in the way or me and Pohatu’s quest for grabbing that contract in the middle of the wires and grabbing us a #1 Contender’s slot. Yes, you heard right. Martin Paine shows a tad bit concern as he goes against “The Lightning” Pohatu. Pohatu is someone I’ve seen from in Indy Fed’s all over the country, but has the most extreme and the master of lightning crossed path’s, ever? Never. Never, ever, ever. But now, Halloween Horror’s, its time for us to do battle with one goal in mind – Being a proven best in the Junior Heavyweight Division. I wanna be a staple in that division, an asset to Valor unlike any other – unlike my brother, Rodney. They said Rodney would be the current VWA World Champ right now, but he had this “Holier Than Thou” attitude, and felt like showing up whenever and not agreeing to certain storylines because of their content and how they portrayed his character as a whole. I can imagine Steven Lynch’s look of concern as he saw my plea to sign with Valor, and he thought I’d follow in Rod’s footsteps and easily desert Valor in the midst of a giant push. That’s not me. I stay in the fed’s I sign with. If I didn’t like them and think they were one of the best fed’s in North America, I wouldn’t sign with them.
Now Pohatu, this match will require more than just agility and the power to climb a thin wire. Its gonna take mind games, and good sense of being “hardcore”. Taking you out, as well as Shadows and Young, if they even show up, will be my main key. But Pohatu, I don’t think you’ve ever done anything “Extreme” that even marks my talents. Throwing Singapore Canes and flying around in Skateboards isn’t “extreme”. Try falling off a flaming cell and threw a thumbtack table – THAT my friends is extreme. Having a Barbed Wire Wrapped in fire be scraped back and forth across your face – THAT is extreme. The light gash above my face is a symbol of a scar that’ll NEVER go away no matter how many creams and face products I use to hide it. This scar above my eyebrow was a scar given to me two years ago when I my opponent hit me in the head with a Barbed Wire-thumbtack Bat, and it went across too deep. Now I’m stuck with this giant scar like a trapped rat.
Pohatu, what’s your sick symbol? A scar that’ll never go away? Do you even have any of those? You probably don’t you Emo Fuck. Go back to the Skating Park and jam out with your skate buddies because the wrestling ring is a place that you don’t belong in. I have your life in a practical choke hold, and at Horror’s, I release your prone body onto the mat and watch the blood fall out and form a pool right outside your face. You’re not fooling me, dude. My YLC loss was fucked up, and my Extremists out there know this. At Halloween Horror’s, its going to be a massacre, a massacre of Pohatu’s body parts flying every which way. I will come out victorious, and soon, I’ll be challenging for the VWA Junior Heavyweight Championship.
The scene comes to a close with Martin Paine just laughing at the camera. Scene closes out.
