Post by pohatu on Oct 12, 2005 18:12:55 GMT -5
The scene faded in on a normal looking, white, two story house, placed right in the middle of a block. A driveway is on either side of the house, and a large fence surrounds the house so that the backyard is currently unseen to the camera. Filling the driveway on the right side of the house is a 1991 Mitsubishi Eclipse, the left driveway having a full sized van. The camera man takes a few steps up the sidewalk leading to the house, the door opening a few seconds later to show Pohatu leaning against the doorway.
Pohatu: Were you planning on just sitting there and looking at my house, or coming inside for the promo?
The cameraman nodded and jogged up onto the porch of the house, following the lightweight wrestler into the house, Pohatu closing the door behind the camera man and leading him to a smaller room. Inside this room there's a blue carpet, two blue couches that are set at an angle and are both facing towards an entertainment center. Pohatu sat down on the couch furthest from the door as the camera man sat down right across from him, adjusting the camera a little bit before giving Pohatu a nod, signalling that he could begin talking.
Pohatu: Well, looks like I'll defintiely be debuting at the VWA with a bang when at this upcoming Thunder when I take on Ryan Young in that ring. Kind of funny that the show I'm on is called Thunder, eh? Anyway...are you ready for this upcoming Thursday, Ryan? Are you training your butt off to ensure that you'll be ready to take me on in the squared circle? Or are you just sitting on your butt at home right now, watching me on that televisions screen and thinking; "This kid is nothing. He's past his prime now and it's only a matter of time before he just collapses." News flash for you, buddy; I'm still building up to my prime. I achieved my best in ExWA, and now I've been trying to duplicate that ever since then. Young, you will be the first in the line of many opponents that I face in VWA as I attempt to duplicate my ExWA greatness.
Pohatu stood up and started pacing around the room, sighing and shaking his head before turning back to the camera, the light heavyweight now standing beside the television.
Pohatu: Young, you probably think you can walk all over me, don't you? That's a big mistake on your part, because a friend of your's thought the same thing. You remember him, don't you? Let me refresh your memory then, if you don't. G-Dawg. After our first encounter, he thought our second encounter in the Ultimate X would be a walk in the park for him. BIG MISTAKE! I put him through a table with a X-Ropes Styles Clash, then scaling the ropes to grab my prize that I never got to use. Now I come to this federation and get put against some 'Hot Shot' who thinks he's going to walk all over me? I don't think so. It's Ryan Young VS Pohatu as the opening show at the upcoming Thunder, Young, and I'm walking out the winner.
As if to emphasize him walking out the winner, Pohatu turned and walked out of the room, although the camera man followed right behind him, following him to the front door and going outside with him. Pohatu stopped once he was outside, glancing at the camera once before turning to look at his house.
Pohatu: I lived in this house the majority of my life, but I learned close to nothing from my parents. Everything I learned, I learned from the pro wrestlers that I liked. Trent Acid, CM Punk, Brock Lesnar, Shawn Michaels. Most influencial of them all, though, was CM Punk. He taught me that being Straight Edge was the life to lead...although not even he did it correctly. I fixed the flaws and now I am the Straight Edge that is going to lead the VWA to victory over all the other federations of today. Ryan Young! At Valor, you will not only be witness to the rebirth of a superstar, you will also be the first in a line of many that fall at my hands as I rise to the top.
Pohatu turned and looked at the camera, an unusually serious look on his face.
Pohatu: Come Valor...I'm going to show why you're not going to win the Young Lion's Cup Tournament, Young. I'm going to show why YOU need to go back to wrestling school, while I go on to do great things in this company.
Pohatu looked like he was about to continue, but a ring-tone version of Eye of the Tiger was heard, so Pohatu held up his index finger, signalling that the camera man should stay quiet for a minute. The cruiserweight then took out a cell phone and flipped it open, pressing button then lifting it to his ear.
Pohatu: What's up, Seth? Uh huh....yeah. At my parents' house. Yes, I know, I should be headed on my way over to Pennsylvania to get ready for the show. I'm leaving on the....what? Okay, okay! I'll meet you there!
Pohatu sighed and clapped the phone shut, shaking his head as he slid the phone into his pocket. The light heavyweight turned to the camera and chuckled slightly, shaking his head.
Pohatu: Turns out The Tiger just bought himself one of those new flying cars, so he should be here any second now.
The camera man nodded and pressed a button on the camera, causing the camera to fade to black. The last thing being seen was Pohatu heading up the steps and flicking a button, an Israeli flag dropping down into a display position on his porch. Fade back in on the Bryce Jordan Center, showing that it was already packed tight in preperation for the upcoming Valor. Among the signboards in the audience are ones that say things such as 'Hot Shot!' , 'Sparky was here!' and 'The Tiger Can Pounce Me ANYDAY!' Some of the fans are getting up to go to the bathroom or go get some refreshments since the latest house show match had just finished up, but their want to go away was quickly diminished as Faint by Linkin' Park erupted onto the sound system. Everybody quickly rushed back to their seats, some tripping over each other but everyone managed to get to their seats without hurting each other too badly. Just in time, too, as none other then Pohatu strolled out onto the stage, all of the fans from the JWA erupting into deafening cheers. Some of the normal VWA audience members joined into this cheer, guessing that since he was getting such recognition from other people that they should join in, too. Pohatu nodded as he saw this, pulling off his sleek sunglasses and whipped them out into the audience, the light flashing off of them once before disappearing into the mass of bodies. Pohatu shook his body out before undoing the zipper for his jacket, starting his trek down the aisle now as some of the fans were practically trying to climb over the barrier to try and high five him. The cruiserweight obliged them, sticking his arms out to either side once the zipper was undone on his blue and black jacket to high five some of the fans as he walked.
Pohatu paused at the bottom of the ramp, slapping his blue track pants a few times as a look of confusion came over his face, but this look quickly left his face as he noticed the technicians at ring side. He jogged over to them and exchanged a few words with them, finally getting a microphone from one of them. He shook hands with that technician, then climbing up onto the apron and rolling into the ring, though he didn't stay down long. Pohatu quickly jumped up to his feet, letting the fans finish up their cheers as Faint slowly started to fade out, Pohatu raising the microphone up to his lips as the song finally died out, the fans going quiet enough for him to talk.
Pohatu: Talk about a warm reception! This is my first appearance ever in VWA and I come down to the ring with a hero's welcome. Then again, I can understand that. What I'm going to do here in VWA is, basically, be a hero. I'm going to save each and every one of you people in the audience from having to suffer through anymore of the world champion's matches, by taking the belt from him...but not yet. Right now, I can't be focusing on the World Title, because my match at the upcoming Valor is against Ryan Young, as him and me are the opening match, the man who thinks that by just studying my past matches, that he'll be able to perdict exactly what I'm going to do. Well, there's only one word to counteract that: WRONG!
The fans jumped a bit since Pohatu had raised his voice with that last word, but then calmd down and edged forward a bit in their seats to listen to the cruiserweight more, Pohatu having moved over to the north eastern corner and hopped up onto the top turnbuckle, staring out at the sea of bodies as he raised the microphone back up to his mouth.
Pohatu: Ryan Young, you think you're really a hot shot that can do anything, but you're completely and utterly wrong with that. You're already destroying your career before even stepping into the ring with me. How's that? You smoke, one of the dirtiest habits ever invented. By putting those death sticks to your lips, you're destroying the stamina you could have, which is something you NEED to have when facing off against me. If you come down to that ring on Thursday, smelling like smoke...oye, I don't know if I'll be able to wrestle you. Why? Because the smoke from those death sticks WREAKS for a reason. It's poisonous, Young, and it's something that you need to quit in order to better your career, and also if you want to even stand a ghost of a chance against me. You probably have tattoos, piercings, died hair, and have casual sex, too, don't you? You dirty little bastard.
The people in the audience gasped a bit at this, but Pohatu lifted up his arms, crossing them across his chest briefly in the form of an X before lowering his arms back down and raising the microphone to his lips.
Pohatu: Straight Edge, Young. Drug-free and alcohol free. What does that mean? It's mean I'm better than you! Those foreign things you add to your body can only destroy it, and you should be happy with what was given to you at birth. I'm going to prove that I'm better then you, without all that added crap, when I beat you at Thursday Night Thunder. Thunder will be my home show, and I will remain UNDEFEATED whenever I wrestle on there, no doubt about it. Why's that? Because Thunder and Lightning are a tag team that cannot be defeated at any given time. Whenever I wrestle on Thunder, I'll have the homefield advantage, Young. You're right, I was a tad sloppy near the end of JWA's second run, but you're also right in that I didn't waste my time in FEW. I know that federation was made for the JWA stars...but it didn't have the same feel that JWA did. I was smart and went hunting around for new federations to train in, and I founnd the VWA.
The fans let out a little cheer since Pohatu had just given some props to the VWA, and Pohatu nodded his head a bit to show he liked their cheers. The cruiserweight then raised his hand up, signalling for silence again.
Pohatu: BUT, that does not mean I'm sloppy now. In fact, I think I may be able to finally open up my body to it's absolute extreme level. Take out all the stops, do whatever it takes to win, and put on a match that will have the fans chanting 'Match of the Year!' and 'Thank You!', just like the fans do in Ring of Honor. Young, you think I'm just going to disappear one day and never be seen in a wrestling ring ever again? You're WRONG! I will wrestle until my body is to the point of where I can't even get up because of how dismantled my body is. This body is not my own, it belongs to the fans. Everything I do in this ring is for them. Every person I face, every move I do, every bump that I take is all for them.
The fans all stand up and start to applaud Pohatu, but the cruiserweight shakes his head and raises his free hand, signalling that they need to stay quiet for just a bit longer. The audience kept up their applause for a few more seconds, then lowered their hands to their sides, allowing Pohatu to talk again.
Pohatu: Professional Wrestling is my life. Ever since I was the age of fourteen, I knew I was going to be a wrestler. I would make a big name for myself, bring honor to my name and family. I will NOT fall at the hands of a dirty bastard like you, Young. You got everything handed to you by Mommy and Daddy, where as I had to work my way to the top, and I'm not about to allow you to destroy everything I've worked for. You can go ahead and come out to the ring, cigarette inbetween your lips and all your fancy ring-gear on, thinking that all those fancy trainers that your mom and dad hired for you are going to help you in this, but you'll be wrong. It's the experience you get from being in this ring, wrestling with the best of the best, that gets you what you need to do to win. I have that experience, especially with the Hell I've gone through in my career. Many, MANY, things that would put an average wrestler out of a career, but I've fought through them.
Pohatu lowered the microphone down, tilting it away from him and placing his face in the palm of his free hand, taking a few deep breathes before raising the microphone back up to his lips, staring out into the audience as he stood up on the top turnbuckle.
Pohatu: Ryan Young, you were trained by G-Dawg...but that means nothing. He was a punk, a gangster, just like you seem to be trying to do now. Did that help him? NO! Ryan Young, when it comes time for Thursday Night Thunder....
All of the JWA fans in attendance stood up on their seats now, yelling at the top of their lungs as Pohatu shouted his catchphrase.
THE LIGHTNING WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN!
Pohatu tossed the microphone down to the technicians at ringside and climbed off the turnbuckle, landing on the apron and walking along it as Faint by Linkin' Park resumed playing on the sound system. Pohatu hopped down from the apron and walked over to the nearest crowd barrier, turning his back to the fans and actually leanining over the barrier and extending his arms to either side. The fans swarmed up around him, high fiving him and patting him on the back and such, Pohatu grinning at how the audience was acting. After about half a minute of this, he pulled himself loose from the fans and walked over the ramp, starting to walk up it, one of the camera man hot on his tail. At the top of the ramp, Pohatu paused, glancing over his shoulder before spinning around on one foot, shooting his right arm up into the air, causing an explosion of yellow pyro to ignite on the stage. When the pyro had subsided, the cruiserweight was nowhere in sight, the main camera in the arena doing a slow 360 spin to take in a shot of the whole arena, the camera fading....to....black.
Pohatu: Were you planning on just sitting there and looking at my house, or coming inside for the promo?
The cameraman nodded and jogged up onto the porch of the house, following the lightweight wrestler into the house, Pohatu closing the door behind the camera man and leading him to a smaller room. Inside this room there's a blue carpet, two blue couches that are set at an angle and are both facing towards an entertainment center. Pohatu sat down on the couch furthest from the door as the camera man sat down right across from him, adjusting the camera a little bit before giving Pohatu a nod, signalling that he could begin talking.
Pohatu: Well, looks like I'll defintiely be debuting at the VWA with a bang when at this upcoming Thunder when I take on Ryan Young in that ring. Kind of funny that the show I'm on is called Thunder, eh? Anyway...are you ready for this upcoming Thursday, Ryan? Are you training your butt off to ensure that you'll be ready to take me on in the squared circle? Or are you just sitting on your butt at home right now, watching me on that televisions screen and thinking; "This kid is nothing. He's past his prime now and it's only a matter of time before he just collapses." News flash for you, buddy; I'm still building up to my prime. I achieved my best in ExWA, and now I've been trying to duplicate that ever since then. Young, you will be the first in the line of many opponents that I face in VWA as I attempt to duplicate my ExWA greatness.
Pohatu stood up and started pacing around the room, sighing and shaking his head before turning back to the camera, the light heavyweight now standing beside the television.
Pohatu: Young, you probably think you can walk all over me, don't you? That's a big mistake on your part, because a friend of your's thought the same thing. You remember him, don't you? Let me refresh your memory then, if you don't. G-Dawg. After our first encounter, he thought our second encounter in the Ultimate X would be a walk in the park for him. BIG MISTAKE! I put him through a table with a X-Ropes Styles Clash, then scaling the ropes to grab my prize that I never got to use. Now I come to this federation and get put against some 'Hot Shot' who thinks he's going to walk all over me? I don't think so. It's Ryan Young VS Pohatu as the opening show at the upcoming Thunder, Young, and I'm walking out the winner.
As if to emphasize him walking out the winner, Pohatu turned and walked out of the room, although the camera man followed right behind him, following him to the front door and going outside with him. Pohatu stopped once he was outside, glancing at the camera once before turning to look at his house.
Pohatu: I lived in this house the majority of my life, but I learned close to nothing from my parents. Everything I learned, I learned from the pro wrestlers that I liked. Trent Acid, CM Punk, Brock Lesnar, Shawn Michaels. Most influencial of them all, though, was CM Punk. He taught me that being Straight Edge was the life to lead...although not even he did it correctly. I fixed the flaws and now I am the Straight Edge that is going to lead the VWA to victory over all the other federations of today. Ryan Young! At Valor, you will not only be witness to the rebirth of a superstar, you will also be the first in a line of many that fall at my hands as I rise to the top.
Pohatu turned and looked at the camera, an unusually serious look on his face.
Pohatu: Come Valor...I'm going to show why you're not going to win the Young Lion's Cup Tournament, Young. I'm going to show why YOU need to go back to wrestling school, while I go on to do great things in this company.
Pohatu looked like he was about to continue, but a ring-tone version of Eye of the Tiger was heard, so Pohatu held up his index finger, signalling that the camera man should stay quiet for a minute. The cruiserweight then took out a cell phone and flipped it open, pressing button then lifting it to his ear.
Pohatu: What's up, Seth? Uh huh....yeah. At my parents' house. Yes, I know, I should be headed on my way over to Pennsylvania to get ready for the show. I'm leaving on the....what? Okay, okay! I'll meet you there!
Pohatu sighed and clapped the phone shut, shaking his head as he slid the phone into his pocket. The light heavyweight turned to the camera and chuckled slightly, shaking his head.
Pohatu: Turns out The Tiger just bought himself one of those new flying cars, so he should be here any second now.
The camera man nodded and pressed a button on the camera, causing the camera to fade to black. The last thing being seen was Pohatu heading up the steps and flicking a button, an Israeli flag dropping down into a display position on his porch. Fade back in on the Bryce Jordan Center, showing that it was already packed tight in preperation for the upcoming Valor. Among the signboards in the audience are ones that say things such as 'Hot Shot!' , 'Sparky was here!' and 'The Tiger Can Pounce Me ANYDAY!' Some of the fans are getting up to go to the bathroom or go get some refreshments since the latest house show match had just finished up, but their want to go away was quickly diminished as Faint by Linkin' Park erupted onto the sound system. Everybody quickly rushed back to their seats, some tripping over each other but everyone managed to get to their seats without hurting each other too badly. Just in time, too, as none other then Pohatu strolled out onto the stage, all of the fans from the JWA erupting into deafening cheers. Some of the normal VWA audience members joined into this cheer, guessing that since he was getting such recognition from other people that they should join in, too. Pohatu nodded as he saw this, pulling off his sleek sunglasses and whipped them out into the audience, the light flashing off of them once before disappearing into the mass of bodies. Pohatu shook his body out before undoing the zipper for his jacket, starting his trek down the aisle now as some of the fans were practically trying to climb over the barrier to try and high five him. The cruiserweight obliged them, sticking his arms out to either side once the zipper was undone on his blue and black jacket to high five some of the fans as he walked.
Pohatu paused at the bottom of the ramp, slapping his blue track pants a few times as a look of confusion came over his face, but this look quickly left his face as he noticed the technicians at ring side. He jogged over to them and exchanged a few words with them, finally getting a microphone from one of them. He shook hands with that technician, then climbing up onto the apron and rolling into the ring, though he didn't stay down long. Pohatu quickly jumped up to his feet, letting the fans finish up their cheers as Faint slowly started to fade out, Pohatu raising the microphone up to his lips as the song finally died out, the fans going quiet enough for him to talk.
Pohatu: Talk about a warm reception! This is my first appearance ever in VWA and I come down to the ring with a hero's welcome. Then again, I can understand that. What I'm going to do here in VWA is, basically, be a hero. I'm going to save each and every one of you people in the audience from having to suffer through anymore of the world champion's matches, by taking the belt from him...but not yet. Right now, I can't be focusing on the World Title, because my match at the upcoming Valor is against Ryan Young, as him and me are the opening match, the man who thinks that by just studying my past matches, that he'll be able to perdict exactly what I'm going to do. Well, there's only one word to counteract that: WRONG!
The fans jumped a bit since Pohatu had raised his voice with that last word, but then calmd down and edged forward a bit in their seats to listen to the cruiserweight more, Pohatu having moved over to the north eastern corner and hopped up onto the top turnbuckle, staring out at the sea of bodies as he raised the microphone back up to his mouth.
Pohatu: Ryan Young, you think you're really a hot shot that can do anything, but you're completely and utterly wrong with that. You're already destroying your career before even stepping into the ring with me. How's that? You smoke, one of the dirtiest habits ever invented. By putting those death sticks to your lips, you're destroying the stamina you could have, which is something you NEED to have when facing off against me. If you come down to that ring on Thursday, smelling like smoke...oye, I don't know if I'll be able to wrestle you. Why? Because the smoke from those death sticks WREAKS for a reason. It's poisonous, Young, and it's something that you need to quit in order to better your career, and also if you want to even stand a ghost of a chance against me. You probably have tattoos, piercings, died hair, and have casual sex, too, don't you? You dirty little bastard.
The people in the audience gasped a bit at this, but Pohatu lifted up his arms, crossing them across his chest briefly in the form of an X before lowering his arms back down and raising the microphone to his lips.
Pohatu: Straight Edge, Young. Drug-free and alcohol free. What does that mean? It's mean I'm better than you! Those foreign things you add to your body can only destroy it, and you should be happy with what was given to you at birth. I'm going to prove that I'm better then you, without all that added crap, when I beat you at Thursday Night Thunder. Thunder will be my home show, and I will remain UNDEFEATED whenever I wrestle on there, no doubt about it. Why's that? Because Thunder and Lightning are a tag team that cannot be defeated at any given time. Whenever I wrestle on Thunder, I'll have the homefield advantage, Young. You're right, I was a tad sloppy near the end of JWA's second run, but you're also right in that I didn't waste my time in FEW. I know that federation was made for the JWA stars...but it didn't have the same feel that JWA did. I was smart and went hunting around for new federations to train in, and I founnd the VWA.
The fans let out a little cheer since Pohatu had just given some props to the VWA, and Pohatu nodded his head a bit to show he liked their cheers. The cruiserweight then raised his hand up, signalling for silence again.
Pohatu: BUT, that does not mean I'm sloppy now. In fact, I think I may be able to finally open up my body to it's absolute extreme level. Take out all the stops, do whatever it takes to win, and put on a match that will have the fans chanting 'Match of the Year!' and 'Thank You!', just like the fans do in Ring of Honor. Young, you think I'm just going to disappear one day and never be seen in a wrestling ring ever again? You're WRONG! I will wrestle until my body is to the point of where I can't even get up because of how dismantled my body is. This body is not my own, it belongs to the fans. Everything I do in this ring is for them. Every person I face, every move I do, every bump that I take is all for them.
The fans all stand up and start to applaud Pohatu, but the cruiserweight shakes his head and raises his free hand, signalling that they need to stay quiet for just a bit longer. The audience kept up their applause for a few more seconds, then lowered their hands to their sides, allowing Pohatu to talk again.
Pohatu: Professional Wrestling is my life. Ever since I was the age of fourteen, I knew I was going to be a wrestler. I would make a big name for myself, bring honor to my name and family. I will NOT fall at the hands of a dirty bastard like you, Young. You got everything handed to you by Mommy and Daddy, where as I had to work my way to the top, and I'm not about to allow you to destroy everything I've worked for. You can go ahead and come out to the ring, cigarette inbetween your lips and all your fancy ring-gear on, thinking that all those fancy trainers that your mom and dad hired for you are going to help you in this, but you'll be wrong. It's the experience you get from being in this ring, wrestling with the best of the best, that gets you what you need to do to win. I have that experience, especially with the Hell I've gone through in my career. Many, MANY, things that would put an average wrestler out of a career, but I've fought through them.
Pohatu lowered the microphone down, tilting it away from him and placing his face in the palm of his free hand, taking a few deep breathes before raising the microphone back up to his lips, staring out into the audience as he stood up on the top turnbuckle.
Pohatu: Ryan Young, you were trained by G-Dawg...but that means nothing. He was a punk, a gangster, just like you seem to be trying to do now. Did that help him? NO! Ryan Young, when it comes time for Thursday Night Thunder....
All of the JWA fans in attendance stood up on their seats now, yelling at the top of their lungs as Pohatu shouted his catchphrase.
THE LIGHTNING WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN!
Pohatu tossed the microphone down to the technicians at ringside and climbed off the turnbuckle, landing on the apron and walking along it as Faint by Linkin' Park resumed playing on the sound system. Pohatu hopped down from the apron and walked over to the nearest crowd barrier, turning his back to the fans and actually leanining over the barrier and extending his arms to either side. The fans swarmed up around him, high fiving him and patting him on the back and such, Pohatu grinning at how the audience was acting. After about half a minute of this, he pulled himself loose from the fans and walked over the ramp, starting to walk up it, one of the camera man hot on his tail. At the top of the ramp, Pohatu paused, glancing over his shoulder before spinning around on one foot, shooting his right arm up into the air, causing an explosion of yellow pyro to ignite on the stage. When the pyro had subsided, the cruiserweight was nowhere in sight, the main camera in the arena doing a slow 360 spin to take in a shot of the whole arena, the camera fading....to....black.
