Post by Valor CEO on Dec 31, 2005 2:15:56 GMT -5
We come into focus looking over an old broken down factory. The chain on the outside door has been broken and the door is slightly open. We stroll on through the door and look over the huge factory. On the inside are huge machine for melting metal and metal tables for placing the hot liquids on. By one of the machines stands Valor superstar Immune. His hand is on the knob that opens and closes the door on the machine. He is looking down at the table and running his finger through the dust that has clumped up on the table. He looks up at us and pushes the knob up and opens the machine. On the inside of the machine are old newspapers and pictures in a metal pot. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box of matches. He pulls out one and lights it and through it into the pot causing the pictures and newspapers to set a blaze. He grabs the knob and pulls it down causing it to shut the door on the machine. He begins to talk.
Immune: When we are younger, we feel our accomplishments are complete greatness. We flaunt them around like we just saved a man’s life or something. No matter how small the accomplishment. Well that was me not to long ago actually, but lately I have grown up, not just physically but emotionally. I have realized the little accomplishments don’t mean anything in the real world. Only the big things are worth talking about. Lets uses me for an example. I used to be the God of wrestling. I used to hold championships after championships and hold them for a respectful amount of time. That all changed to my latest defeat from Zmaster.
Immune pushes up on the knob and causes the door to open. On the inside is nothing but black smoke that comes rolling out of the machine. When the smoke clears, we see the fire has stopped and all there is left in there is a melted piece of metal and the ashes from the papers. He then closes the machine door once again and rubs his eyes. After he can focus again he begins to speak.
Immune: Before I stepped into the ring with that man, I was the animal, the machine, the ultimate force. People knew me as the greatest professional wrestler ever. Ever since I lost the title to Zmaster everyone has turned their noses down on me. The fans don’t even boo me anymore; they just sit there in their seats and murmur to their friends while I enter. Well all of that is going to change. Why? I am still the animal I once was and I am going to prove it. I went from main eventer to wrestling the lights of Pohatu. I mean what has he done? He won a battle royal against some nobodies within this federation to get a shot at the North American Championship. Well done Pohatu, but your ride ends there, because Zmaster is going to destroy you in the middle of the ring. I never knew what the man was capable of until the night I lost my title to him. He is a dangerous machine but isn’t an immortal. The machine just needs to be degreased.
Immune reaches in his back pocket and pulls out an old dirty rag. He swipes the dust off the table in front of him and causes it to become shiny once again. He then places the dust rag back in his pocket. He swipes his finger on the table and no dust shows up on his finger. He nods his head in approval and then continues to talk.
Immune: Even the oldest items can be fixed with a little elbow grease. That is where I am in my career. I am still the dominant force I once was, only I have been placed on the shelf. Well this figurine doesn’t stay on the shelf. I am breaking out and becoming more powerful then I ever was. Pohatu you are going to be my first victim. You have stepped into a league you aren’t ready for, once you won the battle royal for the number one contendership. You have talent but you are not prepared to step into the ring with the big boys. You aren’t in MY LEAGUE! Pohatu I am going to make a full of you and use you to get my career back in gear. I am going to be the machine that gets oiled down for all my joints, and when Zmaster is done with you, I will be right down his throat for a rematch for the title. Eventually that IS!
Immune then overturns the table. he picks it up and launches it at the wall, making a loud noise. His face is beating red as he begins to walk toward the exit. He stands at the door and stops and takes a breather and leans up against it. He waves up over towards him. He finishes his speech.
Immune: Pohatu, you need to realize what a legend looks like. ME! You aren’t just stepping into the ring with Immune the animal, you are stepping into the ring with Immune the Legend. I am going to make you realize that your place is down with the minor kids and not to step up like someone you aren’t. You are a little child living in a big man’s world. Back down before I smack your punkass back down where you go. If you really want to prove something to me, after you lose to me, if you can beat Zmaster than I gain respect, until then I see you wrestling the divas and selling out to them as well. I will see you on Sunday…make the best man…*coughmecough* WIN!
He walks through the door and walks across the street. Cars are lined up as they wait for the light to turn green. Once the cars clear Immune is nowhere to be found. We fade to commercial looking at the mess within the factory that Immune made.
Immune: When we are younger, we feel our accomplishments are complete greatness. We flaunt them around like we just saved a man’s life or something. No matter how small the accomplishment. Well that was me not to long ago actually, but lately I have grown up, not just physically but emotionally. I have realized the little accomplishments don’t mean anything in the real world. Only the big things are worth talking about. Lets uses me for an example. I used to be the God of wrestling. I used to hold championships after championships and hold them for a respectful amount of time. That all changed to my latest defeat from Zmaster.
Immune pushes up on the knob and causes the door to open. On the inside is nothing but black smoke that comes rolling out of the machine. When the smoke clears, we see the fire has stopped and all there is left in there is a melted piece of metal and the ashes from the papers. He then closes the machine door once again and rubs his eyes. After he can focus again he begins to speak.
Immune: Before I stepped into the ring with that man, I was the animal, the machine, the ultimate force. People knew me as the greatest professional wrestler ever. Ever since I lost the title to Zmaster everyone has turned their noses down on me. The fans don’t even boo me anymore; they just sit there in their seats and murmur to their friends while I enter. Well all of that is going to change. Why? I am still the animal I once was and I am going to prove it. I went from main eventer to wrestling the lights of Pohatu. I mean what has he done? He won a battle royal against some nobodies within this federation to get a shot at the North American Championship. Well done Pohatu, but your ride ends there, because Zmaster is going to destroy you in the middle of the ring. I never knew what the man was capable of until the night I lost my title to him. He is a dangerous machine but isn’t an immortal. The machine just needs to be degreased.
Immune reaches in his back pocket and pulls out an old dirty rag. He swipes the dust off the table in front of him and causes it to become shiny once again. He then places the dust rag back in his pocket. He swipes his finger on the table and no dust shows up on his finger. He nods his head in approval and then continues to talk.
Immune: Even the oldest items can be fixed with a little elbow grease. That is where I am in my career. I am still the dominant force I once was, only I have been placed on the shelf. Well this figurine doesn’t stay on the shelf. I am breaking out and becoming more powerful then I ever was. Pohatu you are going to be my first victim. You have stepped into a league you aren’t ready for, once you won the battle royal for the number one contendership. You have talent but you are not prepared to step into the ring with the big boys. You aren’t in MY LEAGUE! Pohatu I am going to make a full of you and use you to get my career back in gear. I am going to be the machine that gets oiled down for all my joints, and when Zmaster is done with you, I will be right down his throat for a rematch for the title. Eventually that IS!
Immune then overturns the table. he picks it up and launches it at the wall, making a loud noise. His face is beating red as he begins to walk toward the exit. He stands at the door and stops and takes a breather and leans up against it. He waves up over towards him. He finishes his speech.
Immune: Pohatu, you need to realize what a legend looks like. ME! You aren’t just stepping into the ring with Immune the animal, you are stepping into the ring with Immune the Legend. I am going to make you realize that your place is down with the minor kids and not to step up like someone you aren’t. You are a little child living in a big man’s world. Back down before I smack your punkass back down where you go. If you really want to prove something to me, after you lose to me, if you can beat Zmaster than I gain respect, until then I see you wrestling the divas and selling out to them as well. I will see you on Sunday…make the best man…*coughmecough* WIN!
He walks through the door and walks across the street. Cars are lined up as they wait for the light to turn green. Once the cars clear Immune is nowhere to be found. We fade to commercial looking at the mess within the factory that Immune made.
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Good Luck 
