Post by The eXtremist on Jan 11, 2006 20:33:05 GMT -5
Nothing Will Keep Me Down -- Slam RP #1
In the back room of Valor, we open to see a TV monitor. On it is a picture of WWE's Edge inside the ring with [former] WWE Champion John Cena at this past sunday's PPV, New Years Revolution. Edge is whaling away at Cena, just relentlessly beating on him. Cena's blood is pouring all sorts of way off of his face and onto the mat, even getting a bit on Edge. Edge sets him up, and WHAM! First Spear is hit, and the crowd go crazy. Cover. 1... 2... 3Cena gets the shoulder up and the crowd can't believe it. Edge hits him a few more times and backs up once again, going for another Spear, and as Cena arrives back up, HE GETS HIM AGAIN! Cover... 1... 2... 3, and we have a new WWE Champion after nine months. The crowd go crazy wild as Edge grabs the WWE Title, has it placed around his waist, and he soaks in the moment he's been waiting for for years. Mr. Opportunity found his chance and defeated Cena when he was weak and vulnerable for attack. Cena's reign is over and Edge wins the belt -- that cheating bastard. In summary, here's what happened...
The screen clicks off. The camera slowly but surely zooms backs up to see the current reigning and defending Valor JHW Champion Martin Paine sitting there staring the screen, shaking his head in disbelief. With his black bandanna tied around his head as the norm, the pale faced JHW Champ turns to the camera behind him, points to the monitor that is poised on the picture of Edge raising his hands in the air with the WWE Title around his waist, and begins to wag his fist and head. With his mind showing signs of having a clear thought process
Martin Paine: That situation with Edge and Cena makes me laugh every time I see it. Just to see how Edge took advantage of Cena when he was down and out, and in the process, he won the WWE Title. Now as I enter Thunder this thursday I have a big task in hand. And that is to defeat Shane Quickenbosh. But something in the back of my mind, something lingering back there is the man I have at the next PPV -- Havok. Havok and I have built up some little history these past few months. Stemming from a past Slam when our match ended in Count-out, to us having few tag matches where they almost came to us colliding, to us having our culmination match at Halloween Havoc for the JHW Title, a match I came out victorious in. For such an appropriately named PPV, the Havoc was more so dished then won, eh? Now that you've found money, and Will Dinero, you decided to clean yourself up. No more of this dirty, grundy, emo kind've Havok, but a hair greased, attire fresh, and skin cleansed Havok. I like it. Good to know I get to defeat BOTH versions of you come the PPV. Oh and don't think it won't happen. Many people are already starting to second guess me and believe that with every one of my title defenses will come my downfall. I haven't had many title defenses thus far, but I have proved I can hang with not just the Jr.'s. I defeated Jakyl in record time, shutting the bitch up for good. Then I went into thr 3 Way knowing I'd have a fighting chance against a crazy guy like Xavier, and while the bastard beat me, I still lasted longer then I expected to. But because I mentioned you in one sentence and began speaking on other subjects, don't think I forgot about you Quick.
Martin turns around again and bends himself out of the picture for a bit. He comes back into the scene and in his hand is the big, shiny, gold belt -- his belt, the Valor JHW Title. A prestigous new title to the VWA, a belt that belongs to the truest JHW, Martin Paine. Paine holds the belt in his hand as if he's holding a guitar, with the giant gold middle shining in the light.
Martin Paine: Are you getting a close up of this?
The camera makes a nod up and down to signal that they are indeed getting a close up of the belt.
Martin Paine: This is the belt I have worked so hard to get. To maintain, to hold, its unbelievable. Its a crazy feeling. One day your trying to get Indy gigs, and the next your in a main stay federation holding one of their top belts, not to mention I'm a first for this belt, so my name instantly goes down on the marquee for greatest title holders. Do I predict a long reign? Who knows how far this belt takes me. I do know I'm capable of defeating any JHW in my path, and any other guy not my size is someone I'm ready to chop down into pieces and MAKE my size. The belt in my hands represents a class far more exciting than anything else Valor has to offer. Yes I even mean more exciting than the Heavyweights themselves. This belt is what its all about when your a Jr., and quite frankly, I love the challenge of being champ.
Now back to Quick again. You and I have a rather short history with each other. I faced you in the first round of the Young Lion's Cup, a tournament to prove just who is the most valuable new comer in wrestling. Yes I lost, but it was a loss that I knew I would take and hand back to you some day. That day would be when I signed with Valor. At the time of me signing, you were already a sparked flame ready to ignite and take over Valor. The crowd were behind you 100% and you had them eating out the palm of your hand with your ironic "Lightning Quick" moves and insane charisma. Your fued with Will Dinero was so well paced and made it was almost unbelievable to match up. Well Quick, that all faded when you decided that Valor wasn't for you. Randomly did you appear, in and out you came and went, showing up whenever you felt like it. That wasn't cool man. I took this serious, and while you were farting around doing whatever you felt, I was busting my balls out there trying to entertain those people and make sure their $10, $20, $40, or however much their ticket cost was made to good use. Quick I have something over you -- And thats my keen sense of knowing that I am overall a better performer than you.
Martin grabs the end of the belt and flings it over his shoulder, placing his hand on the edge of the big gold middle, right by the name plate. He fixes it so that the belt is perfect on his shoulder, not slagging.
Martin Paine: I treat this belt with respect, and if you think your going to walk into Thunder and simply win this belt with out a fight, Quick, your in for a shock of your life. I know Havok is lurking somewhere in the shadows, whether it be in the locker room, crowd, skybox, wherever. I know how his twisted and money-obsessed mind works, and I know he's gonna find a way to screw me, even if it means that it won't be Paine/Havok II at Wrestlefest, but Havok/Quick. But Havok, I want to let you know something very deep -- I don't give a damn where your hiding or where your lurking, because it will take more than a blow to the head, a chair to the back, a hammer to the skull, anything you have planned to keep me down. Quick and I, while we may be at ends with each other, are gonna go out there and wrestle our asses off and have a fight to the limit to see who deserves this belt more. And if you think for a fucking minute your going to ruin all of that, your dead wrong. Nothing will keep me down, and if Quick thinks he'll be leaving Thunder with the belt, it'll take a mordern miracle for that to happen....
Martin's pale face is red with anger and hatred from the words he just spewed out into the camera. Martin sits up from the fold-up chair and walks out of the picture, the camera following him as he walks to the door and closes it, JHW Title still around his shoulder. Scene fades out.
In the back room of Valor, we open to see a TV monitor. On it is a picture of WWE's Edge inside the ring with [former] WWE Champion John Cena at this past sunday's PPV, New Years Revolution. Edge is whaling away at Cena, just relentlessly beating on him. Cena's blood is pouring all sorts of way off of his face and onto the mat, even getting a bit on Edge. Edge sets him up, and WHAM! First Spear is hit, and the crowd go crazy. Cover. 1... 2... 3Cena gets the shoulder up and the crowd can't believe it. Edge hits him a few more times and backs up once again, going for another Spear, and as Cena arrives back up, HE GETS HIM AGAIN! Cover... 1... 2... 3, and we have a new WWE Champion after nine months. The crowd go crazy wild as Edge grabs the WWE Title, has it placed around his waist, and he soaks in the moment he's been waiting for for years. Mr. Opportunity found his chance and defeated Cena when he was weak and vulnerable for attack. Cena's reign is over and Edge wins the belt -- that cheating bastard. In summary, here's what happened...
The screen clicks off. The camera slowly but surely zooms backs up to see the current reigning and defending Valor JHW Champion Martin Paine sitting there staring the screen, shaking his head in disbelief. With his black bandanna tied around his head as the norm, the pale faced JHW Champ turns to the camera behind him, points to the monitor that is poised on the picture of Edge raising his hands in the air with the WWE Title around his waist, and begins to wag his fist and head. With his mind showing signs of having a clear thought process
Martin Paine: That situation with Edge and Cena makes me laugh every time I see it. Just to see how Edge took advantage of Cena when he was down and out, and in the process, he won the WWE Title. Now as I enter Thunder this thursday I have a big task in hand. And that is to defeat Shane Quickenbosh. But something in the back of my mind, something lingering back there is the man I have at the next PPV -- Havok. Havok and I have built up some little history these past few months. Stemming from a past Slam when our match ended in Count-out, to us having few tag matches where they almost came to us colliding, to us having our culmination match at Halloween Havoc for the JHW Title, a match I came out victorious in. For such an appropriately named PPV, the Havoc was more so dished then won, eh? Now that you've found money, and Will Dinero, you decided to clean yourself up. No more of this dirty, grundy, emo kind've Havok, but a hair greased, attire fresh, and skin cleansed Havok. I like it. Good to know I get to defeat BOTH versions of you come the PPV. Oh and don't think it won't happen. Many people are already starting to second guess me and believe that with every one of my title defenses will come my downfall. I haven't had many title defenses thus far, but I have proved I can hang with not just the Jr.'s. I defeated Jakyl in record time, shutting the bitch up for good. Then I went into thr 3 Way knowing I'd have a fighting chance against a crazy guy like Xavier, and while the bastard beat me, I still lasted longer then I expected to. But because I mentioned you in one sentence and began speaking on other subjects, don't think I forgot about you Quick.
Martin turns around again and bends himself out of the picture for a bit. He comes back into the scene and in his hand is the big, shiny, gold belt -- his belt, the Valor JHW Title. A prestigous new title to the VWA, a belt that belongs to the truest JHW, Martin Paine. Paine holds the belt in his hand as if he's holding a guitar, with the giant gold middle shining in the light.
Martin Paine: Are you getting a close up of this?
The camera makes a nod up and down to signal that they are indeed getting a close up of the belt.
Martin Paine: This is the belt I have worked so hard to get. To maintain, to hold, its unbelievable. Its a crazy feeling. One day your trying to get Indy gigs, and the next your in a main stay federation holding one of their top belts, not to mention I'm a first for this belt, so my name instantly goes down on the marquee for greatest title holders. Do I predict a long reign? Who knows how far this belt takes me. I do know I'm capable of defeating any JHW in my path, and any other guy not my size is someone I'm ready to chop down into pieces and MAKE my size. The belt in my hands represents a class far more exciting than anything else Valor has to offer. Yes I even mean more exciting than the Heavyweights themselves. This belt is what its all about when your a Jr., and quite frankly, I love the challenge of being champ.
Now back to Quick again. You and I have a rather short history with each other. I faced you in the first round of the Young Lion's Cup, a tournament to prove just who is the most valuable new comer in wrestling. Yes I lost, but it was a loss that I knew I would take and hand back to you some day. That day would be when I signed with Valor. At the time of me signing, you were already a sparked flame ready to ignite and take over Valor. The crowd were behind you 100% and you had them eating out the palm of your hand with your ironic "Lightning Quick" moves and insane charisma. Your fued with Will Dinero was so well paced and made it was almost unbelievable to match up. Well Quick, that all faded when you decided that Valor wasn't for you. Randomly did you appear, in and out you came and went, showing up whenever you felt like it. That wasn't cool man. I took this serious, and while you were farting around doing whatever you felt, I was busting my balls out there trying to entertain those people and make sure their $10, $20, $40, or however much their ticket cost was made to good use. Quick I have something over you -- And thats my keen sense of knowing that I am overall a better performer than you.
Martin grabs the end of the belt and flings it over his shoulder, placing his hand on the edge of the big gold middle, right by the name plate. He fixes it so that the belt is perfect on his shoulder, not slagging.
Martin Paine: I treat this belt with respect, and if you think your going to walk into Thunder and simply win this belt with out a fight, Quick, your in for a shock of your life. I know Havok is lurking somewhere in the shadows, whether it be in the locker room, crowd, skybox, wherever. I know how his twisted and money-obsessed mind works, and I know he's gonna find a way to screw me, even if it means that it won't be Paine/Havok II at Wrestlefest, but Havok/Quick. But Havok, I want to let you know something very deep -- I don't give a damn where your hiding or where your lurking, because it will take more than a blow to the head, a chair to the back, a hammer to the skull, anything you have planned to keep me down. Quick and I, while we may be at ends with each other, are gonna go out there and wrestle our asses off and have a fight to the limit to see who deserves this belt more. And if you think for a fucking minute your going to ruin all of that, your dead wrong. Nothing will keep me down, and if Quick thinks he'll be leaving Thunder with the belt, it'll take a mordern miracle for that to happen....
Martin's pale face is red with anger and hatred from the words he just spewed out into the camera. Martin sits up from the fold-up chair and walks out of the picture, the camera following him as he walks to the door and closes it, JHW Title still around his shoulder. Scene fades out.
