Post by The eXtremist on Nov 19, 2005 18:25:15 GMT -5
Mistaken Identity – RP#1
The scene cuts open in an empty arena. Shades of gray flash over the quiet arena. Various hammering noises are heard as the titan tron for tomorrow’s night VWA “Slam” is being set up. The ring has already been made up, but the sheet that is used for the mat hasn’t been placed on. The announce table’s aren’t in place, and neither are the chairs on the floor level. On the titan tron, the colors of Black, White, Red, Blue, Yellow and other various color’s you’d see on a TV monitor when it goes awry are shown, signaling the picture isn’t into full place yet. Men on the bottom are moving chairs and such onto the floor, and their coming in by the loads. The crewmen are all trying there hardest to finish up preparation for tomorrow’s show. As things quiet down, we can hear blasting of Shinedown’s “Save Me” lyrics from far up the rafters. As the camera cuts up there, we see a man in a black jacket, black greased hair, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of Timbaland’s on his feet. Some could mistake it the man for “The Prodigal Message” Eric Hardcastle, but no. Its not the VWA #1 – It’s “The extremist”, Martin Paine. The camera finally gets up close to Martin, who is sitting there with his blue iPod in his hand. He notices the camera and takes the plugs out of his ear.
Martin Paine: Well, well, you guys caught me. Glad to see it. I’m sure what your all wondering is what’s going threw my mind as I take on an Indy Legend in Justyn Tyme, right? Nothing. I like to clear my mind aboot things like this. I sit back, relax, listen to my iPod as I just flush all the bad thoughts oot my head. Justyn Tyme – I’m not afraid of him. His boy Johnny Arsenic - not afraid of him either. It’s almost a two-on-one situation, maybe a third if you count their team $lu+ Meg. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now, which is why I’m sitting up here by himself trying to clear those thoughts away. But I can’t get over it. I had him beat. I just had him beat last week on Thunder. I had Havok down, but it slipped away from me and the match ended in a Count Out. I just can’t believe it was over. I am trying to climb my way up the ladder to success and surpass my brother’s, and try to become VWA World Heavyweight Champion. But right now, those thing’s don’t look to be happening if I can’t get my crap straightened out. Now on top of the bad memories, I have to worry about Deadly Encounters. Mr. #1 Contender teams with the guy he couldn’t beat to face ½ of the guy he WILL beat on Slam, Justyn Tyme & Johnny Arsenic. What a huge tag match, eh?
Four of Valor’s best Junior’s going at in a tag match that I’m sure will prove which one of us will for sure get that title shot. Granted I have it, theirs still major rumors going around the back that a lot of guys are trying to take me oot to get my briefcase and cash in the check. Granted I already signed the contract and made it clear on the dotted line that “Martin Cylis Paine” will be #1 Contender for the Junior Title when it debut’s. But those guys, those hungry SOB’s, they don’t give two figs aboot who’s name is on what contract. They just want a title shot when the belt finally arrives. But who knows what Steven Lynch has up his sleeve, eh? If I do lose at Deadly Encounters, or at Slam for that matter, he might think I’m not worthy of leading the Junior Division to success, and end up stripping me of my shot. I wouldn’t want that to happen, because if it did Valor would be in a lot of trouble with me and my size 13 boots. As far as Slam goes, Justyn and I have never clashed before. I’m interested in working with his odd style, but if his status as an “Indy Legend” is true, then I’m sure once I knock him off, I’ll be taking that crown.
Martin presses a button on the iPod before removing the earplugs and wrapping it around the ‘Pod. He places it in his jacket pocket as he gets up, brushes himself off, and begins to walk out. But he is grabbed by the arm by the camera man.
Camera Man: Uh Mr. Paine, don’t you wanna say a few words to Havok? You barely mentioned him this whole promo.
Martin Paine: You wanna know something? I don’t really care about Havok. He must have me mistaken for someone else if he thinks I’ll stand there and be his “buddy-buddy”. We have the same goal for Encounters, and that’s winning the match. I don’t care what he does. Hell, I can do the match all by my-damn-self if I could. But Havok, I’ll see you at Encounters, and just maybe we’ll cross paths at Slam tomorrow night, but for now, your nothing to me.
Martin shrugs it off before climbing up the steps and back to the dressing room as the scene slowly fades down and then to black.
OOC - Heh, just a blah RP. I thought it was decent, but I got my point across. But I saw JT's RP and it was pretty good.
The scene cuts open in an empty arena. Shades of gray flash over the quiet arena. Various hammering noises are heard as the titan tron for tomorrow’s night VWA “Slam” is being set up. The ring has already been made up, but the sheet that is used for the mat hasn’t been placed on. The announce table’s aren’t in place, and neither are the chairs on the floor level. On the titan tron, the colors of Black, White, Red, Blue, Yellow and other various color’s you’d see on a TV monitor when it goes awry are shown, signaling the picture isn’t into full place yet. Men on the bottom are moving chairs and such onto the floor, and their coming in by the loads. The crewmen are all trying there hardest to finish up preparation for tomorrow’s show. As things quiet down, we can hear blasting of Shinedown’s “Save Me” lyrics from far up the rafters. As the camera cuts up there, we see a man in a black jacket, black greased hair, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of Timbaland’s on his feet. Some could mistake it the man for “The Prodigal Message” Eric Hardcastle, but no. Its not the VWA #1 – It’s “The extremist”, Martin Paine. The camera finally gets up close to Martin, who is sitting there with his blue iPod in his hand. He notices the camera and takes the plugs out of his ear.
Martin Paine: Well, well, you guys caught me. Glad to see it. I’m sure what your all wondering is what’s going threw my mind as I take on an Indy Legend in Justyn Tyme, right? Nothing. I like to clear my mind aboot things like this. I sit back, relax, listen to my iPod as I just flush all the bad thoughts oot my head. Justyn Tyme – I’m not afraid of him. His boy Johnny Arsenic - not afraid of him either. It’s almost a two-on-one situation, maybe a third if you count their team $lu+ Meg. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now, which is why I’m sitting up here by himself trying to clear those thoughts away. But I can’t get over it. I had him beat. I just had him beat last week on Thunder. I had Havok down, but it slipped away from me and the match ended in a Count Out. I just can’t believe it was over. I am trying to climb my way up the ladder to success and surpass my brother’s, and try to become VWA World Heavyweight Champion. But right now, those thing’s don’t look to be happening if I can’t get my crap straightened out. Now on top of the bad memories, I have to worry about Deadly Encounters. Mr. #1 Contender teams with the guy he couldn’t beat to face ½ of the guy he WILL beat on Slam, Justyn Tyme & Johnny Arsenic. What a huge tag match, eh?
Four of Valor’s best Junior’s going at in a tag match that I’m sure will prove which one of us will for sure get that title shot. Granted I have it, theirs still major rumors going around the back that a lot of guys are trying to take me oot to get my briefcase and cash in the check. Granted I already signed the contract and made it clear on the dotted line that “Martin Cylis Paine” will be #1 Contender for the Junior Title when it debut’s. But those guys, those hungry SOB’s, they don’t give two figs aboot who’s name is on what contract. They just want a title shot when the belt finally arrives. But who knows what Steven Lynch has up his sleeve, eh? If I do lose at Deadly Encounters, or at Slam for that matter, he might think I’m not worthy of leading the Junior Division to success, and end up stripping me of my shot. I wouldn’t want that to happen, because if it did Valor would be in a lot of trouble with me and my size 13 boots. As far as Slam goes, Justyn and I have never clashed before. I’m interested in working with his odd style, but if his status as an “Indy Legend” is true, then I’m sure once I knock him off, I’ll be taking that crown.
Martin presses a button on the iPod before removing the earplugs and wrapping it around the ‘Pod. He places it in his jacket pocket as he gets up, brushes himself off, and begins to walk out. But he is grabbed by the arm by the camera man.
Camera Man: Uh Mr. Paine, don’t you wanna say a few words to Havok? You barely mentioned him this whole promo.
Martin Paine: You wanna know something? I don’t really care about Havok. He must have me mistaken for someone else if he thinks I’ll stand there and be his “buddy-buddy”. We have the same goal for Encounters, and that’s winning the match. I don’t care what he does. Hell, I can do the match all by my-damn-self if I could. But Havok, I’ll see you at Encounters, and just maybe we’ll cross paths at Slam tomorrow night, but for now, your nothing to me.
Martin shrugs it off before climbing up the steps and back to the dressing room as the scene slowly fades down and then to black.
OOC - Heh, just a blah RP. I thought it was decent, but I got my point across. But I saw JT's RP and it was pretty good.
