Post by tibbs on Dec 12, 2005 22:54:24 GMT -5
[Fade In]
Open scene to Main Street, Asbury Park, NJ. Traffic is light, as usual, for few have business here worth risking bodily harm for. Even now, in broad daylight, the streets of Asbury are an intimidating sight. One man seems at peace with the terror these streets produce; one man has no fear. Even when disconnected from the shadows in which he flourishes, he emanates a primal fear that tears at the hearts of his enemies...
...He is The Man.
“It is good to be home.”
His voice is but a whisper, beaconing us at the subconscious level to draw closer.
“I have been away from these streets for too long. The VWA has been my home for months, but it hasn't been a happy home. My new family has been filled with strife, pain, and brutality...I wouldn' have it any other way.”
“At one point, I thought Valor was just a start up organization that I could run through easily. I am Man enough to admit that I was wrong. I've been in personal wars that I couldn't even imagine. I now have scars that will never go away. Every night seems like the fight of my life, and almost every night becomes more difficult than the next. Once again...I wouldn't have it any other way.”
“I am now on my march to become the biggest star in Valor. I'll become an instant success, owning that main event time-slot and selling out every arena we go to. Steven Lynch and his yes-men will make more money that they’d ever see in a decade of wrestling without me, and it'll be mostly because of me. That legacy of Main Events started at Halloween Horrors. It continues on tomorrow at Slam. However, I won’t be it at alone; there are other men here to help my legacy grow…”
“…five other men to be exact.”
Ron smirks in that cruel way of his.
“Now, whether they call themselves ‘The Next Champ’, or ‘The Future of Valor’ or just plain 'Main Event', we are all international successes. They have probably all main-evented more combined shows than I have; might have even won more titles than myself; and been in more federations than anyone in this company; but probably not. I'm going to be in the ring with five men who can't possibly hope to compete with me, but only two will be.”
“It’s a shame the hopes of the other three must die with me.”
The Man flexes his pectoral muscles and grits his teeth now.
“ZMaster, you may have battered the spirit of Immune for a fleeting moment, or fought your way through a couple of other wrestlers to get to your current position in life...cute...but I can destroy a man in two minutes and teach him the true meaning of his life...Pain.”
Tibbs cracks his neck from side to side.
“Pohatu...I feel your pain from the latest blemish on your Valor career, but I hope you've learned from that pain. I hope you are prepared to receive my Message Pohatu. All it takes is one shot to have the biggest Reality Check of your short life. You are a great talent in this business. In fact, you are one of the biggest Jr.Heavyweight superstars on the roster; now you want to compete with heavyweights...Big steps for such a little man. I will teach you to not overstep yourself, and show you what it's like to be in front of a Real Man.”
Tibbs grins and flashes that rarely seen smile.
“Shane Quickenbosh...The winner of a trophy that has absolutely no meaning to me. The man who seems to have the number of just about every man on the Valor roster...except mine. Shane, your accomplishments so far are a testament to your ability, but they don't impress me. You may try to use your speed to your advantage, but how are you going to use that speed when I cush you in one blow? How is that speed of yours going to help when all it takes is one Reality Check to wake you up from dreamland? Tomorrow, it's me and you for the first time, and the last time. You've had a nice run my friend.”
Tibbs stares right at the camera as if he was staring at each person watching the promo individually.
“Tuesday, I will face off in a six man tag match that has nothing to do with me. Once again I shall be in that squared circle and do battle, and then once again we shall part; three victorious and the other three destroyed. My opponents may think to have the advantage in a match like this because none of them will have to concentrate soley on me. You don't know me any better than you did before. Only one of the three of you have never worked with me, or even spoken with me. The other two have only had the chance to see me at work. All this time you’ve had to study me, to know me, and to seek whatever perceived weakness you could possibly exploit...
“...It was all for naught. You might put up an honorable fight, but you will come up too short like everyone else. When the smoke clears, all of you will still be in the same spot you stand now…
“… second rate.”
The Man turns to walk off, but turns to regard the camera once more.
“There is a storm coming boys,”
He says with bitter, icy words.
“Will you be ready?”
[Fade to Black]
Open scene to Main Street, Asbury Park, NJ. Traffic is light, as usual, for few have business here worth risking bodily harm for. Even now, in broad daylight, the streets of Asbury are an intimidating sight. One man seems at peace with the terror these streets produce; one man has no fear. Even when disconnected from the shadows in which he flourishes, he emanates a primal fear that tears at the hearts of his enemies...
...He is The Man.
“It is good to be home.”
His voice is but a whisper, beaconing us at the subconscious level to draw closer.
“I have been away from these streets for too long. The VWA has been my home for months, but it hasn't been a happy home. My new family has been filled with strife, pain, and brutality...I wouldn' have it any other way.”
“At one point, I thought Valor was just a start up organization that I could run through easily. I am Man enough to admit that I was wrong. I've been in personal wars that I couldn't even imagine. I now have scars that will never go away. Every night seems like the fight of my life, and almost every night becomes more difficult than the next. Once again...I wouldn't have it any other way.”
“I am now on my march to become the biggest star in Valor. I'll become an instant success, owning that main event time-slot and selling out every arena we go to. Steven Lynch and his yes-men will make more money that they’d ever see in a decade of wrestling without me, and it'll be mostly because of me. That legacy of Main Events started at Halloween Horrors. It continues on tomorrow at Slam. However, I won’t be it at alone; there are other men here to help my legacy grow…”
“…five other men to be exact.”
Ron smirks in that cruel way of his.
“Now, whether they call themselves ‘The Next Champ’, or ‘The Future of Valor’ or just plain 'Main Event', we are all international successes. They have probably all main-evented more combined shows than I have; might have even won more titles than myself; and been in more federations than anyone in this company; but probably not. I'm going to be in the ring with five men who can't possibly hope to compete with me, but only two will be.”
“It’s a shame the hopes of the other three must die with me.”
The Man flexes his pectoral muscles and grits his teeth now.
“ZMaster, you may have battered the spirit of Immune for a fleeting moment, or fought your way through a couple of other wrestlers to get to your current position in life...cute...but I can destroy a man in two minutes and teach him the true meaning of his life...Pain.”
Tibbs cracks his neck from side to side.
“Pohatu...I feel your pain from the latest blemish on your Valor career, but I hope you've learned from that pain. I hope you are prepared to receive my Message Pohatu. All it takes is one shot to have the biggest Reality Check of your short life. You are a great talent in this business. In fact, you are one of the biggest Jr.Heavyweight superstars on the roster; now you want to compete with heavyweights...Big steps for such a little man. I will teach you to not overstep yourself, and show you what it's like to be in front of a Real Man.”
Tibbs grins and flashes that rarely seen smile.
“Shane Quickenbosh...The winner of a trophy that has absolutely no meaning to me. The man who seems to have the number of just about every man on the Valor roster...except mine. Shane, your accomplishments so far are a testament to your ability, but they don't impress me. You may try to use your speed to your advantage, but how are you going to use that speed when I cush you in one blow? How is that speed of yours going to help when all it takes is one Reality Check to wake you up from dreamland? Tomorrow, it's me and you for the first time, and the last time. You've had a nice run my friend.”
Tibbs stares right at the camera as if he was staring at each person watching the promo individually.
“Tuesday, I will face off in a six man tag match that has nothing to do with me. Once again I shall be in that squared circle and do battle, and then once again we shall part; three victorious and the other three destroyed. My opponents may think to have the advantage in a match like this because none of them will have to concentrate soley on me. You don't know me any better than you did before. Only one of the three of you have never worked with me, or even spoken with me. The other two have only had the chance to see me at work. All this time you’ve had to study me, to know me, and to seek whatever perceived weakness you could possibly exploit...
“...It was all for naught. You might put up an honorable fight, but you will come up too short like everyone else. When the smoke clears, all of you will still be in the same spot you stand now…
“… second rate.”
The Man turns to walk off, but turns to regard the camera once more.
“There is a storm coming boys,”
He says with bitter, icy words.
“Will you be ready?”
[Fade to Black]
