Post by pohatu on Dec 12, 2005 19:33:40 GMT -5
The scene faded in on an empty park, the surroundings not giving away the exact location of the park. At least, it appeared empty, until the camera started panning around, finally coming to rest on Pohatu, who was sitting on a bench. He was dressed in a simple pair of jeans that hid the top part of his skater shoes, a tagless, blue colored wind breaker covering up his white t-shirt. The light weight slowly sat back on the bench, having been leaning forward when the camera first came to rest on him.
Pohatu: After my defeat against Dinero this last Thursday, I wasn't expecting to get booked again so quickly, but management has proven that they work in mystifying ways. This Tuesday, on that special epside of Slam, there's going to be a six man tag match. ZMaster, Shane Quickenbosh and myself taking on Immune, Ron Tibbs, and Mr. Money Man himself, Will Dinero. I've done a tag team match with ZMaster before, having actually had to have defended the tag titles that myself and The Tiger had won, Tiger having been out of action during that time. ZMaster and myself lost, but I do NOT hold it against the warrior. The chemistry between myself and The Tiger is almost shocking, due to the fact that we've been working together for less than a year. But, Tiger is not my partner in this match, my partners are Shane Quickenbosh and ZMaster, and I have to trust them to do their part in this upcoming match up.
Pohatu sighed a bit and closed his eyes, tilting his head back and shaking his head from side to side a couple of times, making it obvious he wasn't sure what to think about the upcoming show. After a few seconds, Pohatu's eyes slowly reopened, leading to him tilting his head forward again.
Pohatu: Immune, former North American champion, one of the biggest guys on Valor...but he doesn't have the brain to back it up. If you had any brain, you wouldn't be dedicating yourself to the now EX-Valor World Champion, Bailey. You're no longer his minion, Immune, so you have to tell me this; what is your purpose now? Everything you did, every beatdown you gave to someone, every time you went into a match, it was for Bailey. You were his lapdog, and now he's gone. What are you going to do, Immune? Are you going to just hire yourself out like a bounty hunter or body guard, or are you going to actually go out there and forge something for yourself? Don't answer me in your promo, Immune, answer me in the ring. Answer me with your actions at Slam.
Pohatu stopped himself now, chewing on his lower lip a bit before his eyes lit back up, making it obvious he had remembered something.
Pohatu: Ron Tibbs, now there is someone who I know close to nothing about. But, I do know what you claim to be, and that is 'The Man'. But, you know what they say, Tibbs. You have to beat the man to be the man. Have you defeated Ric Flair, Tibbs? Have you defeated the sixteen time world champion of numerous federations? Or do you just call yourself the man in an attempt at making yourself feel big? You know, make all that weight feel like it actually has a driving force behind it? What's most embarassing, in my opinion, is your finisher. It's one of the most simple ones in the business, save for that pathetic Senton that Anthony Shadows uses. The 'Reality Check', which is just a flying shoulder block. Want to know how easy it is to counter, Tibbs? There's quite a few, such as the DDT, sunset flip, drop kicking you right in the face, drop toe hold, or even dropping down below your arms and delievering a spear right to that gut of your's. It's THAT easy, Tibbs. You want to use that move against me? I'll have it scouted and before you know it, you'll be down. As for 'The Message', well, doesn't seem that painful. The spinebuster you seem to have become famous for was used by Yawn Ander--er, I mean, Arn Anderson, and that is one of the weakest spinebusters ever to be seen in the squared circle. Not as easy to counter, but it's not exactly painful, either. Bring it all to Slam, Tibbs, even if it's not that much.
Pohatu, now seeming hesitant to speak, leaned forward again, his eyes having a hesitant look to them as he looked into the camera lens now.
Pohatu: Dinero, I know you're watching this right now and asking yourself 'Why hasn't he started dissing me, my bald head, or my money yet?' It's because I have more respect for you now, Dinero. I offered you that handshake on Thursday, and you slapped it away like an ego-centric fool. You defeated me, yes, but it was without honor. You were out in that ring, wrestling for pride, while I was in that ring wrestling for honor, the honor that so many people have tried to take from professional wrestling. Immune is a good example, if you want to look for people who have taken away that honor, Dinero. You can go around boasting that you exposed the 'true' Pohatu, but you did nothing more than inflate your ego. I tried offering you a chance at an HONORABLE fight, Dinero, but not anymore. At Slam, the gloves are coming off, and your head is going to be spinning as you wonder why you end up on your back so often. I'm not afraid to take the risks needed to win, Dinero. I'm not afraid to take a leap of faith and throw myself out of the ring and into the crowd, just as long as it means injuring my opponent further. At Slam, Dinero...I want you to answer this one question; Are you willing to take those same risks? Are you willing to take those leaps of faith? As I said to Immune, don't answer me in your promo, answer me in the ring. Answer me with your actions, and prove to me that you can go the distance, and that you can take the risks.
Pohatu now leaned back, seeming a bit more confident after what he had said to Dinero, tilting his head from side to side as a light 'pop' was heard from each tilt. Pohatu's head went back to it's original postion, the light heavyweight's eyes refocusing on the camera.
Pohatu: Now, this might be considered unusual, but I'm going to actually talk about the final person in this match-up, and that is the YLC 2005 winner, Shane Quickenbosh. I was actually kind of hoping we were going to meet up in the finals of the YLC, to prove who can really take on the name of 'Lightning' in their resume'. But, I got eliminated before that could happen, and now we get that chance to work together. The two quickest, and probably most versatile men of Valor, working with the North American champion to take out the three biggest pains in the butt on Valor, save for Martin Paine himself. Quickenbosh, I may be the target of Immune's little group in the upcoming tag match, but that does not mean I'm going to just lay down for them. I'm going to do everything in my power to fight back against them, but I know I can't do it on my own. Quickenbosh, it's going to take a team effort to win, and I know that if you, me, and ZMaster can all get onto the same page, we'll be unstoppable. Are you willing to do that, Quickenbosh? I'm sincerely praying that you are, because I don't want to be beaten down and not have my team partners at least try to help me out.
Pohatu, now seeming satisifed with everything he said, stood up, sticking his hands into the pockets of his wind breaker. The light heavyweight turned slightly, making it so the camera was focusing on his upper back area, along with his neck and head area. Pohatu turned his head, making it so only the profle part of his face was showing.
Pohatu: Lightning may have a habit of striking when you least expect it, Tibbs, and ZMaster's Death Sentence may be your execution, Immune. But the one thing that will that no one will expect, is when I put a shock to all your systems.
Pohatu begun walking off as people begun filing into the park now, the camera following Pohatu for a bit as we fade...to...black.
Pohatu: After my defeat against Dinero this last Thursday, I wasn't expecting to get booked again so quickly, but management has proven that they work in mystifying ways. This Tuesday, on that special epside of Slam, there's going to be a six man tag match. ZMaster, Shane Quickenbosh and myself taking on Immune, Ron Tibbs, and Mr. Money Man himself, Will Dinero. I've done a tag team match with ZMaster before, having actually had to have defended the tag titles that myself and The Tiger had won, Tiger having been out of action during that time. ZMaster and myself lost, but I do NOT hold it against the warrior. The chemistry between myself and The Tiger is almost shocking, due to the fact that we've been working together for less than a year. But, Tiger is not my partner in this match, my partners are Shane Quickenbosh and ZMaster, and I have to trust them to do their part in this upcoming match up.
Pohatu sighed a bit and closed his eyes, tilting his head back and shaking his head from side to side a couple of times, making it obvious he wasn't sure what to think about the upcoming show. After a few seconds, Pohatu's eyes slowly reopened, leading to him tilting his head forward again.
Pohatu: Immune, former North American champion, one of the biggest guys on Valor...but he doesn't have the brain to back it up. If you had any brain, you wouldn't be dedicating yourself to the now EX-Valor World Champion, Bailey. You're no longer his minion, Immune, so you have to tell me this; what is your purpose now? Everything you did, every beatdown you gave to someone, every time you went into a match, it was for Bailey. You were his lapdog, and now he's gone. What are you going to do, Immune? Are you going to just hire yourself out like a bounty hunter or body guard, or are you going to actually go out there and forge something for yourself? Don't answer me in your promo, Immune, answer me in the ring. Answer me with your actions at Slam.
Pohatu stopped himself now, chewing on his lower lip a bit before his eyes lit back up, making it obvious he had remembered something.
Pohatu: Ron Tibbs, now there is someone who I know close to nothing about. But, I do know what you claim to be, and that is 'The Man'. But, you know what they say, Tibbs. You have to beat the man to be the man. Have you defeated Ric Flair, Tibbs? Have you defeated the sixteen time world champion of numerous federations? Or do you just call yourself the man in an attempt at making yourself feel big? You know, make all that weight feel like it actually has a driving force behind it? What's most embarassing, in my opinion, is your finisher. It's one of the most simple ones in the business, save for that pathetic Senton that Anthony Shadows uses. The 'Reality Check', which is just a flying shoulder block. Want to know how easy it is to counter, Tibbs? There's quite a few, such as the DDT, sunset flip, drop kicking you right in the face, drop toe hold, or even dropping down below your arms and delievering a spear right to that gut of your's. It's THAT easy, Tibbs. You want to use that move against me? I'll have it scouted and before you know it, you'll be down. As for 'The Message', well, doesn't seem that painful. The spinebuster you seem to have become famous for was used by Yawn Ander--er, I mean, Arn Anderson, and that is one of the weakest spinebusters ever to be seen in the squared circle. Not as easy to counter, but it's not exactly painful, either. Bring it all to Slam, Tibbs, even if it's not that much.
Pohatu, now seeming hesitant to speak, leaned forward again, his eyes having a hesitant look to them as he looked into the camera lens now.
Pohatu: Dinero, I know you're watching this right now and asking yourself 'Why hasn't he started dissing me, my bald head, or my money yet?' It's because I have more respect for you now, Dinero. I offered you that handshake on Thursday, and you slapped it away like an ego-centric fool. You defeated me, yes, but it was without honor. You were out in that ring, wrestling for pride, while I was in that ring wrestling for honor, the honor that so many people have tried to take from professional wrestling. Immune is a good example, if you want to look for people who have taken away that honor, Dinero. You can go around boasting that you exposed the 'true' Pohatu, but you did nothing more than inflate your ego. I tried offering you a chance at an HONORABLE fight, Dinero, but not anymore. At Slam, the gloves are coming off, and your head is going to be spinning as you wonder why you end up on your back so often. I'm not afraid to take the risks needed to win, Dinero. I'm not afraid to take a leap of faith and throw myself out of the ring and into the crowd, just as long as it means injuring my opponent further. At Slam, Dinero...I want you to answer this one question; Are you willing to take those same risks? Are you willing to take those leaps of faith? As I said to Immune, don't answer me in your promo, answer me in the ring. Answer me with your actions, and prove to me that you can go the distance, and that you can take the risks.
Pohatu now leaned back, seeming a bit more confident after what he had said to Dinero, tilting his head from side to side as a light 'pop' was heard from each tilt. Pohatu's head went back to it's original postion, the light heavyweight's eyes refocusing on the camera.
Pohatu: Now, this might be considered unusual, but I'm going to actually talk about the final person in this match-up, and that is the YLC 2005 winner, Shane Quickenbosh. I was actually kind of hoping we were going to meet up in the finals of the YLC, to prove who can really take on the name of 'Lightning' in their resume'. But, I got eliminated before that could happen, and now we get that chance to work together. The two quickest, and probably most versatile men of Valor, working with the North American champion to take out the three biggest pains in the butt on Valor, save for Martin Paine himself. Quickenbosh, I may be the target of Immune's little group in the upcoming tag match, but that does not mean I'm going to just lay down for them. I'm going to do everything in my power to fight back against them, but I know I can't do it on my own. Quickenbosh, it's going to take a team effort to win, and I know that if you, me, and ZMaster can all get onto the same page, we'll be unstoppable. Are you willing to do that, Quickenbosh? I'm sincerely praying that you are, because I don't want to be beaten down and not have my team partners at least try to help me out.
Pohatu, now seeming satisifed with everything he said, stood up, sticking his hands into the pockets of his wind breaker. The light heavyweight turned slightly, making it so the camera was focusing on his upper back area, along with his neck and head area. Pohatu turned his head, making it so only the profle part of his face was showing.
Pohatu: Lightning may have a habit of striking when you least expect it, Tibbs, and ZMaster's Death Sentence may be your execution, Immune. But the one thing that will that no one will expect, is when I put a shock to all your systems.
Pohatu begun walking off as people begun filing into the park now, the camera following Pohatu for a bit as we fade...to...black.
