Post by pohatu on Dec 31, 2005 15:21:59 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a park where children are playing, some of them swinging on the swing sets, some of them laughing as they got spun round and round on the merry-go-round, while others simply ran around playing tag. At different locations in the park there are benches, a couple of the benches filled with pairs of young lovers, while some of the benches are filled with parents watching their young children as they played. But at one of these benches sits none other than the number one contender to the North American title, 'The Electric Enigma' Pohatu. The junior heavyweight's eyes wandered all over the park, a small smile on his face showing that he was remembering things from his younger years as he watched the children enjoying their childhood. After about another ten seconds, Pohatu finally seemed to take notice of the camera, his eyes taking off of the children and focusing on the camera.
Pohatu: Oh to be young again, eh? Those children honestly have no idea how easy they have it right now, although I'm sure there's a few of them out there that will turn into the outcasts once they reach middle school and high school. Immune, you and me are similar to that. We started out young, and everyone accepted both of us, but now we're starting to get older, and more people are beginning to oust you as they keep their eyes on me.You want the fans to recognize you again, Immune? You have to prove to them that you're worthy of their attention. I proved that with how well I did in the Young Lions Cup tournament, and I proved it again by winning that number one contender match at Holiday Havoc. What have you done to get their attention, Immune? You lost the title to ZMaster...and then lost again in another title bout when you faced him at the last PayPerView. Can you honestly blame the fans for not caring about you anymore? You are yesterday's news, and I am tomorrow's news.
Pohatu paused and leaned back a bit, his eyes going across the park to where he sees a couple of kids getting in each other's faces, arguing about something or another. Just as it looks like the two kids are about to start punching each other, a pair of parents come in and drag the two kids away from each other, each parent lecturing their respective child. The number one contender watched this for a few more seconds before finally refocusing on the camera.
Pohatu: Those two kids are like you and ZMaster, Immune. One little dispute over something so silly, and you're both ready to try and tear each other up into unrecognizeable pieces. Forgiveness is something that has been forgotten by this world, which is why everyone is so eager to see people fight. Did you see how all the kids that were near those two had stopped what they were doing, just to see what would happen? I beat if even one of them had thrown a punch, a majority of the kids in the park would've gathered up and started chanting 'fight fight fight!' People were so eager to see you and ZMaster fight out your differences, and ZMaster has shown that he's more than just dominant force. He's shown that with his honor, his will to fight, is more than you can handle, Immune. Yet you still think that you're going to go back for more? You honestly think that you're worthy of another title shot after losing, in a title match with ZMaster, TWICE?! Immune, give it a rest. Maybe you should go back to wrestling school and try to win a title there. At least you'll be at the same level as the other people there.
Pohatu's eyes again were diverted from the camera as he looked across the park, to where a few kids were beginning to gather up and stare at something unseen. Finally, it was revealed to be another kid doing some gymnastic routine for them, the kid coming to a halt and doing some random martial arts kata. A soft laugh was heard after this was seen, the camera refocusing to show that it was Pohatu who had been laughing, the junior heavyweight now beginning to talk again.
Pohatu: The two kids had the attention of the crowd, and now the newest arrival has close to everyone's attention. That's similar to Valor, Immune. Everyone seemed so eager for the Immune and ZMaster matches, but now I'm here, and I've stolen the spot light. I've put on spectacular match after spectacular match, win or lose, and the fans love that. All you and ZMaster do is brawl, brawl, brawl. Where's the diversity? People will eventually get bored of it, Immune, and when that happens...you'll get put on the shelf PERMANENTLY. I'm going to help you on your way towards that shelf on Sunday, when I'm running circles around you, as you try and land some of your worthless strikes on me. I am the new blood of Valor, I am the new rising star, I am what people come to the show for. They're getting tired of the big man brawls, they want to see lighter people mix it up in the ring and put on a spectacular show, a match that they can go home happy with, a match that they will always remember. I'm actually very disappointed in you lately, Immune. You said that the fans are idiots for not cheering for you, and yet...you go and lose. Do you want the fans cheering for someone who loses...constantly? I know I wouldn't, unless that loser actually entertained me.
Pohatu shook his head a bit and stood up, beginning to stretch a little bit, showing that he had obviously been sitting down for a little while. As soon as he stood up, the kids in the park seemed to finally take notice of him and started to rush towards him, Pohatu chuckling a bit as he quickly sat back, glancing at the camera.
Pohatu: You see that, Immune? Those kids are like the fans in Valor. They know talent when they see it, and they want to get as close to it as they can when they see it. Do you have people doing that for you, or do people just turn and act like they didn't see you? Immune, you're time in Valor is coming to a close just as my time to take it over is starting up. The North American title has just hands more times than the World Championship in this company, but one thing that hasn't changed is it's importance. You said you cared for it like it was your own child, and ZMaster fights to protect it like it was a member of his family. Neither of you have the idea correct, though. When you carry a championship, you carry it to show the fans where you are, to show them what you earned with THEIR help. If it wasn't for the fans, professional wrestling never would've made it. The titles were instituted as a ranking system, the fans being the main ones to determine who would get title shots. The fans allowed you to hold the title, and they helped to determine who was going to be the one to take it from you.
A few kids had moved into earshot of Pohatu, and he held up a finger to the camera to show it needed to wait a second. He stepped off the bench and walked up to the kids, a few murmured words exchanged before the kids turned and ran back to their friends, the bunch of kids waiting just out of earshot of the number one contender. He sat back down with a soft sigh, grinning as he looked over at the kids, then turning his attention back to the camera.
Pohatu: Even those children there, Immune, help to determine who does well and who doesn't do as well in the wrestling world. It could be up to them to determine whether or not you get another title shot, it could be up to them to determine whether or not I'm able to compete against ZMaster. You befriends the fans, and you're almost guaraneteed success. Immune...what happened to your fans? That's right, you turned your back on them and became the body guard of somebody who hasnt' even been seen on Valor since he lost his title! If you turn yourself back now, Immune, you might just be able to retrieve your fans, earn them back and, quite possibly, re-establish yourself as a wrestler. Win back the North American title, become a crowd favorite...who knows what could happen to your career. But, as long as you fight for yourself, only care about yourself...there's no chance of you ever going anywhere in this business. Whether you would like to accept it or not, you're starting to destroy yourself by not fighting for them. Tell me, Immune, would you want them to go home unhappy?
Pohatu pointed away from, the camera following where he was pointing to rest on the children, all of them perking up as they saw the camera was on them and started waving at it, some of them making funny faces and gestures. The camera finally turns back around, refocusing on Pohatu again as he waved over at the kids, the bunch of them calming down again.
Pohatu: Immune, say what you will, say what you might, but at the end of the night...this is dedicated to the kids!
With that, Pohatu took off from the bench and ran right at the kids, the bunch of them parting and squealing with deight as they started up into a giant game of tag, Pohatu obviously being the one it. The last frame seen was Pohatu leap-frogging over another bench and purposely missing a tag on a child, doing a roll and getting back to his feet just as all the kids jumped on him and piled him down, as we fade...to...black.
Pohatu: Oh to be young again, eh? Those children honestly have no idea how easy they have it right now, although I'm sure there's a few of them out there that will turn into the outcasts once they reach middle school and high school. Immune, you and me are similar to that. We started out young, and everyone accepted both of us, but now we're starting to get older, and more people are beginning to oust you as they keep their eyes on me.You want the fans to recognize you again, Immune? You have to prove to them that you're worthy of their attention. I proved that with how well I did in the Young Lions Cup tournament, and I proved it again by winning that number one contender match at Holiday Havoc. What have you done to get their attention, Immune? You lost the title to ZMaster...and then lost again in another title bout when you faced him at the last PayPerView. Can you honestly blame the fans for not caring about you anymore? You are yesterday's news, and I am tomorrow's news.
Pohatu paused and leaned back a bit, his eyes going across the park to where he sees a couple of kids getting in each other's faces, arguing about something or another. Just as it looks like the two kids are about to start punching each other, a pair of parents come in and drag the two kids away from each other, each parent lecturing their respective child. The number one contender watched this for a few more seconds before finally refocusing on the camera.
Pohatu: Those two kids are like you and ZMaster, Immune. One little dispute over something so silly, and you're both ready to try and tear each other up into unrecognizeable pieces. Forgiveness is something that has been forgotten by this world, which is why everyone is so eager to see people fight. Did you see how all the kids that were near those two had stopped what they were doing, just to see what would happen? I beat if even one of them had thrown a punch, a majority of the kids in the park would've gathered up and started chanting 'fight fight fight!' People were so eager to see you and ZMaster fight out your differences, and ZMaster has shown that he's more than just dominant force. He's shown that with his honor, his will to fight, is more than you can handle, Immune. Yet you still think that you're going to go back for more? You honestly think that you're worthy of another title shot after losing, in a title match with ZMaster, TWICE?! Immune, give it a rest. Maybe you should go back to wrestling school and try to win a title there. At least you'll be at the same level as the other people there.
Pohatu's eyes again were diverted from the camera as he looked across the park, to where a few kids were beginning to gather up and stare at something unseen. Finally, it was revealed to be another kid doing some gymnastic routine for them, the kid coming to a halt and doing some random martial arts kata. A soft laugh was heard after this was seen, the camera refocusing to show that it was Pohatu who had been laughing, the junior heavyweight now beginning to talk again.
Pohatu: The two kids had the attention of the crowd, and now the newest arrival has close to everyone's attention. That's similar to Valor, Immune. Everyone seemed so eager for the Immune and ZMaster matches, but now I'm here, and I've stolen the spot light. I've put on spectacular match after spectacular match, win or lose, and the fans love that. All you and ZMaster do is brawl, brawl, brawl. Where's the diversity? People will eventually get bored of it, Immune, and when that happens...you'll get put on the shelf PERMANENTLY. I'm going to help you on your way towards that shelf on Sunday, when I'm running circles around you, as you try and land some of your worthless strikes on me. I am the new blood of Valor, I am the new rising star, I am what people come to the show for. They're getting tired of the big man brawls, they want to see lighter people mix it up in the ring and put on a spectacular show, a match that they can go home happy with, a match that they will always remember. I'm actually very disappointed in you lately, Immune. You said that the fans are idiots for not cheering for you, and yet...you go and lose. Do you want the fans cheering for someone who loses...constantly? I know I wouldn't, unless that loser actually entertained me.
Pohatu shook his head a bit and stood up, beginning to stretch a little bit, showing that he had obviously been sitting down for a little while. As soon as he stood up, the kids in the park seemed to finally take notice of him and started to rush towards him, Pohatu chuckling a bit as he quickly sat back, glancing at the camera.
Pohatu: You see that, Immune? Those kids are like the fans in Valor. They know talent when they see it, and they want to get as close to it as they can when they see it. Do you have people doing that for you, or do people just turn and act like they didn't see you? Immune, you're time in Valor is coming to a close just as my time to take it over is starting up. The North American title has just hands more times than the World Championship in this company, but one thing that hasn't changed is it's importance. You said you cared for it like it was your own child, and ZMaster fights to protect it like it was a member of his family. Neither of you have the idea correct, though. When you carry a championship, you carry it to show the fans where you are, to show them what you earned with THEIR help. If it wasn't for the fans, professional wrestling never would've made it. The titles were instituted as a ranking system, the fans being the main ones to determine who would get title shots. The fans allowed you to hold the title, and they helped to determine who was going to be the one to take it from you.
A few kids had moved into earshot of Pohatu, and he held up a finger to the camera to show it needed to wait a second. He stepped off the bench and walked up to the kids, a few murmured words exchanged before the kids turned and ran back to their friends, the bunch of kids waiting just out of earshot of the number one contender. He sat back down with a soft sigh, grinning as he looked over at the kids, then turning his attention back to the camera.
Pohatu: Even those children there, Immune, help to determine who does well and who doesn't do as well in the wrestling world. It could be up to them to determine whether or not you get another title shot, it could be up to them to determine whether or not I'm able to compete against ZMaster. You befriends the fans, and you're almost guaraneteed success. Immune...what happened to your fans? That's right, you turned your back on them and became the body guard of somebody who hasnt' even been seen on Valor since he lost his title! If you turn yourself back now, Immune, you might just be able to retrieve your fans, earn them back and, quite possibly, re-establish yourself as a wrestler. Win back the North American title, become a crowd favorite...who knows what could happen to your career. But, as long as you fight for yourself, only care about yourself...there's no chance of you ever going anywhere in this business. Whether you would like to accept it or not, you're starting to destroy yourself by not fighting for them. Tell me, Immune, would you want them to go home unhappy?
Pohatu pointed away from, the camera following where he was pointing to rest on the children, all of them perking up as they saw the camera was on them and started waving at it, some of them making funny faces and gestures. The camera finally turns back around, refocusing on Pohatu again as he waved over at the kids, the bunch of them calming down again.
Pohatu: Immune, say what you will, say what you might, but at the end of the night...this is dedicated to the kids!
With that, Pohatu took off from the bench and ran right at the kids, the bunch of them parting and squealing with deight as they started up into a giant game of tag, Pohatu obviously being the one it. The last frame seen was Pohatu leap-frogging over another bench and purposely missing a tag on a child, doing a roll and getting back to his feet just as all the kids jumped on him and piled him down, as we fade...to...black.
