Post by tibbs on Sept 13, 2005 19:27:36 GMT -5
[Fade In]
Open scene to a dark alley. It doesn’t matter which alley, because you know who’s in it, or near it, or even within a ten-mile radius of it. He does not smoke, so that rules out any imposters. Stepping from the shadows is the real deal; the enforcer of the VWA; "The Man"...Ron Tibbs.
“The VWA has gotten a second wind,” He says contemplating some matter of self-importance. “For quite some time now, half the roster was silent, and the other half didn’t really have much to say. A man could fall asleep in the locker room not even knowing what day it is. One would think there was no competition, but I looked at the roster and knew that to be false.”
Valor's walking insurance policy that puts State Farm to shame cracks his neck.
“Business was slow. Many of the ‘talent’ were talking about leaving because of different reasons, but little was mentioned about the grand prize of them all; what happened to the VWA Heavyweight Championship Belt? Was it lost, stolen, or on temporary hiatus? No, it wasn’t lost, but for the majority of the roster, it was a lost cause.”
He smirks and continues.
“No more than one or two people spoke of the Heavyweight Title; what would be the use? No one but me can take it from Bailey, so why speak of the unattainable? It took a big, hulking, freakshow to give Brandon a run for his money. Although it wasn't for the title, Creeper won on a technicality. Hook or crook; right Creeper? Right now Creeper isn't my problem, Eric Hardcastle is.” The smirk disappears and is replaced by a look of determination. “Eric, you lost in our match two weeks ago. You've had three Reality Checks in three weeks, but you still don't get it? So now, on Sunday, you have an opportunity to get a point on the board. You have another chance at Valor Before Glory.”
Smirks again.
“One more time, Eric. Are you going to get even, or will I continue to run up the score? ”
Loses smirk and looks off to the side showing the depth of his powerful neck and shoulders.
“In the mean time, now that the title is not in my hands and I'm not directly in the hunt, everyone suddenly wants a shot at the title. What’s truly surprising is that everyone is getting that shot. The title becomes attainable, and like a hoard of little cockroaches, the entire locker room is scrambling for a shot at the VWA gold. Now, it will become an even more prized possession, as Brandon continues to hold on to that belt. It took four men with weapons to snatch a World Title from me the last time I held one, what will it take next time? Nonetheless, as the proverb goes, ‘when the cat’s away the mice will play.’ So now the mice come from the woodwork hoping to steal a moment in the basking light. What they fail to realize is that the cat has not truly gone away...he has simply found a new perch in the shadows from which to pounce.”
The Man looks up at the sky that is starless due to the city lights.
“Oh, when will the children ever learn? Just remember Hardcastle, you have ZMaster in your corner...but you are still outclassed. I don't need Bailey to take both of you out because that's just what I do. I may have been quiet for the last few weeks, but that was to lull you in a false sense of security. You may think it safe to open your doors, and you may even think that the storm has passed, moving on to some other target. What you have failed to realize Eric, is that the storm is unpredictable; it has no direction, and just when you think to be in the clear, the tempest is upon you again.”
The Man looks back at the camera with that intense look we all know now.
“Will you be ready?”
[Fade to Black]
Open scene to a dark alley. It doesn’t matter which alley, because you know who’s in it, or near it, or even within a ten-mile radius of it. He does not smoke, so that rules out any imposters. Stepping from the shadows is the real deal; the enforcer of the VWA; "The Man"...Ron Tibbs.
“The VWA has gotten a second wind,” He says contemplating some matter of self-importance. “For quite some time now, half the roster was silent, and the other half didn’t really have much to say. A man could fall asleep in the locker room not even knowing what day it is. One would think there was no competition, but I looked at the roster and knew that to be false.”
Valor's walking insurance policy that puts State Farm to shame cracks his neck.
“Business was slow. Many of the ‘talent’ were talking about leaving because of different reasons, but little was mentioned about the grand prize of them all; what happened to the VWA Heavyweight Championship Belt? Was it lost, stolen, or on temporary hiatus? No, it wasn’t lost, but for the majority of the roster, it was a lost cause.”
He smirks and continues.
“No more than one or two people spoke of the Heavyweight Title; what would be the use? No one but me can take it from Bailey, so why speak of the unattainable? It took a big, hulking, freakshow to give Brandon a run for his money. Although it wasn't for the title, Creeper won on a technicality. Hook or crook; right Creeper? Right now Creeper isn't my problem, Eric Hardcastle is.” The smirk disappears and is replaced by a look of determination. “Eric, you lost in our match two weeks ago. You've had three Reality Checks in three weeks, but you still don't get it? So now, on Sunday, you have an opportunity to get a point on the board. You have another chance at Valor Before Glory.”
Smirks again.
“One more time, Eric. Are you going to get even, or will I continue to run up the score? ”
Loses smirk and looks off to the side showing the depth of his powerful neck and shoulders.
“In the mean time, now that the title is not in my hands and I'm not directly in the hunt, everyone suddenly wants a shot at the title. What’s truly surprising is that everyone is getting that shot. The title becomes attainable, and like a hoard of little cockroaches, the entire locker room is scrambling for a shot at the VWA gold. Now, it will become an even more prized possession, as Brandon continues to hold on to that belt. It took four men with weapons to snatch a World Title from me the last time I held one, what will it take next time? Nonetheless, as the proverb goes, ‘when the cat’s away the mice will play.’ So now the mice come from the woodwork hoping to steal a moment in the basking light. What they fail to realize is that the cat has not truly gone away...he has simply found a new perch in the shadows from which to pounce.”
The Man looks up at the sky that is starless due to the city lights.
“Oh, when will the children ever learn? Just remember Hardcastle, you have ZMaster in your corner...but you are still outclassed. I don't need Bailey to take both of you out because that's just what I do. I may have been quiet for the last few weeks, but that was to lull you in a false sense of security. You may think it safe to open your doors, and you may even think that the storm has passed, moving on to some other target. What you have failed to realize Eric, is that the storm is unpredictable; it has no direction, and just when you think to be in the clear, the tempest is upon you again.”
The Man looks back at the camera with that intense look we all know now.
“Will you be ready?”
[Fade to Black]
He should respond back. Look at how many hours of our lives were wasted watching rebuttal promos during the Triple H/Rock feuds. 
