Post by Valor CEO on Nov 23, 2005 21:08:59 GMT -5
The day is at midway and the birds are chirping loudly and sitting on the telephone wires running down a deserted road. At the end of the deserted road is an old 69’ Chevelle with the hood up and smoke running out of it. We scoot closer and see a big body physique under the hood. The man is wearing no shirt and has the white tank top folded up and dangling from his shoulder. We can hear some swearing going on as we get closer. We also hear a wrench hit the concrete of the road. The man pops his head out from behind the hood of the car to reveal his identity as Immune. He looks at us to realize our presence and he jumps down on the street stomach first. He reaches under the car and stands back up with the wrench in his hand. He looks back at us and crashes the wrench into his palm time and time again. As he proceeds in doing so he begins to speak.
Immune: The time has finally come. The time for rebellion, the time for revenge, the time for pay-back. I don’t know if anyone has ever told my opponent for Deadly Encounters: High Stakes, that payback is a bi+ch. All the tension that has built up between ZMaster and I over the past few months is so strong you could cut it with a butter knife. He is so pissed off because I supposedly cost him his World Title. Newsflash ZMaster, you still would have had to pin Bailey in the middle of the ring for the count of 3. Many people asked me why. Why did you turn your back on your best friend to join the devil himself? Well that answer is easy to answer if you sit back and look at this step by step.
He then walks back over to the front of the car. He digs his head back into the motor of the car and begins to work once again. As he is twisting nuts and bolts with the wrench under the hood he continues to speak.
Immune: Let us take a look into the past. Whenever the team of ZMaster and Immune was to form, I was the workhorse of the team. Then as I was weak I would tag my partner in to work on them. Instead, every time, he would take the glory and he would take the win. Then when we got interviewed they would always ask ZMaster the questions like he was my leader. You can look into my past and I have never listened to anyone. I am not anyone’s bi+ch. I am Immune, the NA Champion and I worked hard for this prize. Then I was informed ZMaster was getting a World Title Shot before I was and that upset me. He always talked about us being double champion and at first it sounded cool. Except, the more and more I thought about it, the more and more it pissed me off.
He backs out of the hood of the car. He places his hands on the bumper of the car and shakes his head to the left and then to the right. He looks out into the desert area and then back at us. He then begins to speak.
Immune: One question ran through my head night after night. Why should I sit back and watch as my best friend becomes famous while I sit back in his shadows? Well that pushed me over the edge when I heard about his title match. Then and there I knew what I had to do and what I was going to do. I was going to ruin ZMaster’s shot at greatness. Well that night I was approached by a man that is a true god to this sport. Behind him was the best formed stable in all professional wrestling. Any man would give their soul to be apart of. Well I was giving a proposition and I took it. I was granted my wish to become a member of the Impact Players. The only thing I had to do was rob ZMaster of his fate. An idea that ran through my head anyways was the only opportunity I got to become a member of the Impact Players. With great inspiration I nodded and agreed to the stipulation.
He places his head underneath the hood of the car once again. Once again he begins cussing. Then everything becomes quiet. This time he backs out of the hood and is covered in motor oil. He grabs his tank top and begins cleaning himself off. He cleans off his face and begins to speak as he continues cleaning himself off.
Immune: The night of my success grew upon us. October 2nd I got my chance at gold and it was against a man that supposedly couldn’t be beaten. I was going to look a man in the eyes that has no fears. He has a high tolerance of pain. A man that was safe to bet on against me. Well I proved everyone wrong when I became the new NA Champion that night. Granted I had a little bit of help but hey who doesn’t need some help now and then. So the ruling was I was in the Impact Players and the new NA Champion. The night I crushed ZMaster’s dream was a holy dream came true. I watched as his face turned to happy, to shocked, straight to anger. I loved every minute of it. I knew this night would come when ZMaster would come back for retribution. I mean he has been in the ring with me a couple times since then. Such as October 30th, at an event known as Halloween Horrors.
He finishes cleaning the oil out of his hair. The once white tank top now looks black with bleach stains on it. He tosses the shirt on the top of his car. He buries his head once again down into the hood of the car. As he works vigorously on the car, he continues to speak.
Immune: The main event was the biggest upset ever in Valor history. Never before in professional wrestling have we seen such stupidity. My own partner, my own family member, my own brother turned his back on me and caused me to tap out at the hands of his wrath. He made the whole team known as Bailey’s Brigade look like dumbasses. Saint to this day declares he was blinded before the attack on me. Truth or not, he should’ve listened to me when I told him it was me. The more I told him it was me the more and more he applied the pressure. Well never mind the defeat I cost our team, it is me that is still a member of the Impact Players. Not Saint, why you might ask, because he was holding us back. Enough about the Impact Players. I am focused on ZMaster and ZMaster only.
The smoke clears slowly as the blows away in the breeze. He then comes out of the hood and closes it. He then grabs his oily shirt and tosses it through the driver’s side window, into the backseat. He stands there rubbing his hands together looking at us. He then begins to speak.
Immune: ZMaster your team, known as Z’s Army, was victorious. Not at the hands of you though. You did nothing but get your ass kicked by Bailey and embarrassed by the rest of the team. Sure you got a few shots in but you are a professional. You should be able to fight back with punishing blows of your own. You count on your strength to lead you through this battle between us. Let me explain something to you. It takes charisma, speed, power, and fatal blows to keep me down. You are going to have to pull out all the stops to win this match. I expect nothing less from you going into this match. I know you are going to put all your pain and suffering into this match. You are going to be a dangerous animal in that ring. The only difference is, no matter how big the beast is, there is always a way to tame it. That is what I am going to have to do to you. Focus on a weakness and balance my attack on that and that only. Going into this match I have some doubters but once the smoke clears it will be me with my hand raised in victory and the referee is going to wrap the NA Championship around my waist as I stand over the unconscious body of the challenger, you, ZMaster.
He jumps into his car and turns the ignition. The car starts off with a purr and he slams the transmission into neutral. He slams on the gas causing the smoky concrete through pebbles of concrete everywhere. We hear the squealing of the tires as he slams it into drive and hauls ass down the road. We fade to commercial starring at the tire marks left from the back tires of Immune’s car.
Immune: The time has finally come. The time for rebellion, the time for revenge, the time for pay-back. I don’t know if anyone has ever told my opponent for Deadly Encounters: High Stakes, that payback is a bi+ch. All the tension that has built up between ZMaster and I over the past few months is so strong you could cut it with a butter knife. He is so pissed off because I supposedly cost him his World Title. Newsflash ZMaster, you still would have had to pin Bailey in the middle of the ring for the count of 3. Many people asked me why. Why did you turn your back on your best friend to join the devil himself? Well that answer is easy to answer if you sit back and look at this step by step.
He then walks back over to the front of the car. He digs his head back into the motor of the car and begins to work once again. As he is twisting nuts and bolts with the wrench under the hood he continues to speak.
Immune: Let us take a look into the past. Whenever the team of ZMaster and Immune was to form, I was the workhorse of the team. Then as I was weak I would tag my partner in to work on them. Instead, every time, he would take the glory and he would take the win. Then when we got interviewed they would always ask ZMaster the questions like he was my leader. You can look into my past and I have never listened to anyone. I am not anyone’s bi+ch. I am Immune, the NA Champion and I worked hard for this prize. Then I was informed ZMaster was getting a World Title Shot before I was and that upset me. He always talked about us being double champion and at first it sounded cool. Except, the more and more I thought about it, the more and more it pissed me off.
He backs out of the hood of the car. He places his hands on the bumper of the car and shakes his head to the left and then to the right. He looks out into the desert area and then back at us. He then begins to speak.
Immune: One question ran through my head night after night. Why should I sit back and watch as my best friend becomes famous while I sit back in his shadows? Well that pushed me over the edge when I heard about his title match. Then and there I knew what I had to do and what I was going to do. I was going to ruin ZMaster’s shot at greatness. Well that night I was approached by a man that is a true god to this sport. Behind him was the best formed stable in all professional wrestling. Any man would give their soul to be apart of. Well I was giving a proposition and I took it. I was granted my wish to become a member of the Impact Players. The only thing I had to do was rob ZMaster of his fate. An idea that ran through my head anyways was the only opportunity I got to become a member of the Impact Players. With great inspiration I nodded and agreed to the stipulation.
He places his head underneath the hood of the car once again. Once again he begins cussing. Then everything becomes quiet. This time he backs out of the hood and is covered in motor oil. He grabs his tank top and begins cleaning himself off. He cleans off his face and begins to speak as he continues cleaning himself off.
Immune: The night of my success grew upon us. October 2nd I got my chance at gold and it was against a man that supposedly couldn’t be beaten. I was going to look a man in the eyes that has no fears. He has a high tolerance of pain. A man that was safe to bet on against me. Well I proved everyone wrong when I became the new NA Champion that night. Granted I had a little bit of help but hey who doesn’t need some help now and then. So the ruling was I was in the Impact Players and the new NA Champion. The night I crushed ZMaster’s dream was a holy dream came true. I watched as his face turned to happy, to shocked, straight to anger. I loved every minute of it. I knew this night would come when ZMaster would come back for retribution. I mean he has been in the ring with me a couple times since then. Such as October 30th, at an event known as Halloween Horrors.
He finishes cleaning the oil out of his hair. The once white tank top now looks black with bleach stains on it. He tosses the shirt on the top of his car. He buries his head once again down into the hood of the car. As he works vigorously on the car, he continues to speak.
Immune: The main event was the biggest upset ever in Valor history. Never before in professional wrestling have we seen such stupidity. My own partner, my own family member, my own brother turned his back on me and caused me to tap out at the hands of his wrath. He made the whole team known as Bailey’s Brigade look like dumbasses. Saint to this day declares he was blinded before the attack on me. Truth or not, he should’ve listened to me when I told him it was me. The more I told him it was me the more and more he applied the pressure. Well never mind the defeat I cost our team, it is me that is still a member of the Impact Players. Not Saint, why you might ask, because he was holding us back. Enough about the Impact Players. I am focused on ZMaster and ZMaster only.
The smoke clears slowly as the blows away in the breeze. He then comes out of the hood and closes it. He then grabs his oily shirt and tosses it through the driver’s side window, into the backseat. He stands there rubbing his hands together looking at us. He then begins to speak.
Immune: ZMaster your team, known as Z’s Army, was victorious. Not at the hands of you though. You did nothing but get your ass kicked by Bailey and embarrassed by the rest of the team. Sure you got a few shots in but you are a professional. You should be able to fight back with punishing blows of your own. You count on your strength to lead you through this battle between us. Let me explain something to you. It takes charisma, speed, power, and fatal blows to keep me down. You are going to have to pull out all the stops to win this match. I expect nothing less from you going into this match. I know you are going to put all your pain and suffering into this match. You are going to be a dangerous animal in that ring. The only difference is, no matter how big the beast is, there is always a way to tame it. That is what I am going to have to do to you. Focus on a weakness and balance my attack on that and that only. Going into this match I have some doubters but once the smoke clears it will be me with my hand raised in victory and the referee is going to wrap the NA Championship around my waist as I stand over the unconscious body of the challenger, you, ZMaster.
He jumps into his car and turns the ignition. The car starts off with a purr and he slams the transmission into neutral. He slams on the gas causing the smoky concrete through pebbles of concrete everywhere. We hear the squealing of the tires as he slams it into drive and hauls ass down the road. We fade to commercial starring at the tire marks left from the back tires of Immune’s car.
