Post by pohatu on Jan 7, 2006 19:57:30 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a church, showing Pohatu to be sitting in one of the seats where officials usually sit, the view of the front of the church perfect. The light heavyweight is not dressed up in the least bit for being inside of the church. In fact, he's dressed in a simple pair of jeans, with a white, unbuttoned shirt over his white muscle shirt. On his feet is pair of boots, presumably a pair of hiking boots. But what is most odd is the Star of David resting around his neck, even though the church is clearly one used by the Catholics, the necklace Pohatu wears lightly glinting as the light fell across it. The camera backs up and rests on Pohatu's face again, the look on Pohatu's face showing that of almost relaxation, or possibly carelessness. Pohatu's eyes, having been looking all over the church, now came to rest on the camera, a light grin coming onto Pohatu's face.
Pohatu: Most people would be fuming and stomping all over the place after what I recieved on Sunday...but I'm able to keep my cool, for now. Reverend Shadow seems to have it in his head that he's worthy of that North American title, so worthy that he can get away with taking the title simply by stealing it, rather than wrestle for it in the ring like everyone else has to. Shadow, you want that title, I can see that, as I'm sure everyone else can see, but this isn't how you go about earning it. The North American title is NOT some piece of trash Hardcore belt that you can take just by attacking the champion. You have to earn it...you have to gain the number one contender status and then go on to fight the champion, whenever management decides to give you your shot. Clearly Mr. Lynch thinks you deserve it, seeing as how he booked you into MY title match against ZMaster at the PayPerView...but that's fine. I'll just have to show him, along with his booking committee, that you are NOT worthy...yet.
Pohatu maneuvered himself so that he was sitting up now, rather than just laying back in his seat, his eyes taking on a look that reflected, possibly...curiosity? The light heavyweight's eyes started into the camera, Pohatu's head tilting slightly to the side as he brought his hands up, resting his chin inside of his hands.
Pohatu: Reverend, do you know how overused the name 'Shadow' is? In my short time as a professional wrestler, less than two years, I've seen...four, five wrestlers named Shadow. And did I mention that my grandmother's DOG was named Shadow? Simply put, Reverend...you're nothing original. You're that guy that takes on the look of some type of religious authority, but the way you act is completely oppisite of it. I'm half surprised you didn't get laughed out of the office when you tried joining Valor, but I suppose if someone like Immune could get two title shots in a row, then just about anything could happen in this company. Not exactly a good thing, considering that you're in this company, Reverend. Shadow, do you want to honestly prove that you're worthy of a title shot? Then do it...by becoming more original. Ditch the religious garbs, lose the name, and go back to wrestling school. Once you're there, you can cook up a whole new gimmick for yourself, maybe learn how to wrestle, too. Rather than just chuck fireballs at everyone and their mother. Wouldn't you perfer to have something like that, then what you have now? Who knows, maybe you could actually put up a CLEAN fight against ZMaster, and actually stand a chance of beating him in a true manner.
Pohatu paused and dropped his hands, picking up a bottle of water off the ground and lifting it up, twisting the lid off slowly. He held the lid in one hand as he lifted the bottle up to his lips, taking a quick sip of the water before lowering it back down from his lips, twisting the cap back on. With this complete, he allowed it to simply drop back down to the ground, the bottle dropping down and landing on it's side, the bottle slightly denting, but not breaking or leaking any water.
Pohatu: Shadow, I've been dropped on my heads a few times, even missing a few LNST's, and it probably has effected me, but clearly you got dropped on your head as a child. Have you ever looked in the mirror, Shadow? Have you ever asked yourself why you act the way you do, why you're such a coward? I think you need to do just that, and I also think you need to step out of Valor for a certain period of time. Say...forever? Valor is all about honor, Shadow, and you have not shown any honor, at all. I will beat that honor into you, if I have to, but I would perfer that you just do the intelligent thing and just back out of the match. Don't come down to the ring, and don't even think about attacking me backstage with fireballs. Along with that...don't show up at the PayPerView. That match is supposed to be between ZMaster and myself ONLY, I earned that title shot the good old fashioned way. I didn't attack anyone backstage, as a coward would do. I survived that battle royale, and I've been waiting to use that title shot ever since. You interfered in my match against Immune last week, making it so I lost to that FORMER champion. If you hadn't show your ugly face and bashed my head with that STOLEN title, I would've won. I know what you were aimming to do, Shadow, I know full well.
Pohatu again satback, propping his feet up onto the railing of his booth, shaking his head as a sigh escaped his lips. The light heavyweight was clearly beginning to feel the stress now, his muscles seen tensing and untensing on his arms as he linked his hands together and placed them behind his head. The look of turmoil on Pohatu's face was clear, such emotions as anger, resentment, and most of all; frustration.
Pohatu: Shadow, you had been aimming to make me look bad infront of management, to make them wonder if the number one contender was really up to the task of being on par with ZMaster. But, you didn't complete that task, Shadow. Instead, you made yourself and Immune look bad. Why? Because it made it look like Immune can't beat me without help, and it also made it look like you were afraid of me. It wasn't until you got me with that title that Immune was able to keep me down long enough for him to hit The Cure, and even then it was beyond controversey. Why couldn't you let me finish him off, Shadow? Why did you take it upon your shoulders to interfere in my match? Did you pay off the referee to ensure that Immune wouldn't get disqualified, or were you playing 'mind tricks' on him? Either way, my level of anger is beyond any that you probably have ever seen, Shadow. I'm just able to better hide it than most people can.
Pohatu, obviously getting restless, dropped his feet down, along with his arms, so that he was sitting up again. He leaned forward so that his Star of David was hanging right below his face, rather than resting against his chest, the religious symbol more than lighting up on the camera.
Pohatu: Shadow, I have tried to be patient with you, along with many others here on Valor, but enough is enough. If you are not man enough to let other people do their matches CLEANLY, then I'm going to just have to fight your own style. You want to bash people with things that you pick up? That's fine, I'll do the same thing. Don't know what I'm getting at, do you? Guess you need to go back to school, then, because what I'm asking for...is that our match be a STREET FIGHT! I'm usually against them, but I know that the only way to ensure that this message gets through that thick skull of your's is to beat it in. Reverend Shadow VS 'The Electric Enigma' Pohatu, in a Street Fight. Are you man enough to do it, Shadow? Or are you worried? Worried that...
I'LL PUT A SHOCK TO YOUR SYSTEM!
With this, Pohatu kicked the banister so that his chair fell backwards, The Lightning rolled up to pop up to his feet, the look in his eyes showing that he was more than ready for Slam as we fade...to...black.
Pohatu: Most people would be fuming and stomping all over the place after what I recieved on Sunday...but I'm able to keep my cool, for now. Reverend Shadow seems to have it in his head that he's worthy of that North American title, so worthy that he can get away with taking the title simply by stealing it, rather than wrestle for it in the ring like everyone else has to. Shadow, you want that title, I can see that, as I'm sure everyone else can see, but this isn't how you go about earning it. The North American title is NOT some piece of trash Hardcore belt that you can take just by attacking the champion. You have to earn it...you have to gain the number one contender status and then go on to fight the champion, whenever management decides to give you your shot. Clearly Mr. Lynch thinks you deserve it, seeing as how he booked you into MY title match against ZMaster at the PayPerView...but that's fine. I'll just have to show him, along with his booking committee, that you are NOT worthy...yet.
Pohatu maneuvered himself so that he was sitting up now, rather than just laying back in his seat, his eyes taking on a look that reflected, possibly...curiosity? The light heavyweight's eyes started into the camera, Pohatu's head tilting slightly to the side as he brought his hands up, resting his chin inside of his hands.
Pohatu: Reverend, do you know how overused the name 'Shadow' is? In my short time as a professional wrestler, less than two years, I've seen...four, five wrestlers named Shadow. And did I mention that my grandmother's DOG was named Shadow? Simply put, Reverend...you're nothing original. You're that guy that takes on the look of some type of religious authority, but the way you act is completely oppisite of it. I'm half surprised you didn't get laughed out of the office when you tried joining Valor, but I suppose if someone like Immune could get two title shots in a row, then just about anything could happen in this company. Not exactly a good thing, considering that you're in this company, Reverend. Shadow, do you want to honestly prove that you're worthy of a title shot? Then do it...by becoming more original. Ditch the religious garbs, lose the name, and go back to wrestling school. Once you're there, you can cook up a whole new gimmick for yourself, maybe learn how to wrestle, too. Rather than just chuck fireballs at everyone and their mother. Wouldn't you perfer to have something like that, then what you have now? Who knows, maybe you could actually put up a CLEAN fight against ZMaster, and actually stand a chance of beating him in a true manner.
Pohatu paused and dropped his hands, picking up a bottle of water off the ground and lifting it up, twisting the lid off slowly. He held the lid in one hand as he lifted the bottle up to his lips, taking a quick sip of the water before lowering it back down from his lips, twisting the cap back on. With this complete, he allowed it to simply drop back down to the ground, the bottle dropping down and landing on it's side, the bottle slightly denting, but not breaking or leaking any water.
Pohatu: Shadow, I've been dropped on my heads a few times, even missing a few LNST's, and it probably has effected me, but clearly you got dropped on your head as a child. Have you ever looked in the mirror, Shadow? Have you ever asked yourself why you act the way you do, why you're such a coward? I think you need to do just that, and I also think you need to step out of Valor for a certain period of time. Say...forever? Valor is all about honor, Shadow, and you have not shown any honor, at all. I will beat that honor into you, if I have to, but I would perfer that you just do the intelligent thing and just back out of the match. Don't come down to the ring, and don't even think about attacking me backstage with fireballs. Along with that...don't show up at the PayPerView. That match is supposed to be between ZMaster and myself ONLY, I earned that title shot the good old fashioned way. I didn't attack anyone backstage, as a coward would do. I survived that battle royale, and I've been waiting to use that title shot ever since. You interfered in my match against Immune last week, making it so I lost to that FORMER champion. If you hadn't show your ugly face and bashed my head with that STOLEN title, I would've won. I know what you were aimming to do, Shadow, I know full well.
Pohatu again satback, propping his feet up onto the railing of his booth, shaking his head as a sigh escaped his lips. The light heavyweight was clearly beginning to feel the stress now, his muscles seen tensing and untensing on his arms as he linked his hands together and placed them behind his head. The look of turmoil on Pohatu's face was clear, such emotions as anger, resentment, and most of all; frustration.
Pohatu: Shadow, you had been aimming to make me look bad infront of management, to make them wonder if the number one contender was really up to the task of being on par with ZMaster. But, you didn't complete that task, Shadow. Instead, you made yourself and Immune look bad. Why? Because it made it look like Immune can't beat me without help, and it also made it look like you were afraid of me. It wasn't until you got me with that title that Immune was able to keep me down long enough for him to hit The Cure, and even then it was beyond controversey. Why couldn't you let me finish him off, Shadow? Why did you take it upon your shoulders to interfere in my match? Did you pay off the referee to ensure that Immune wouldn't get disqualified, or were you playing 'mind tricks' on him? Either way, my level of anger is beyond any that you probably have ever seen, Shadow. I'm just able to better hide it than most people can.
Pohatu, obviously getting restless, dropped his feet down, along with his arms, so that he was sitting up again. He leaned forward so that his Star of David was hanging right below his face, rather than resting against his chest, the religious symbol more than lighting up on the camera.
Pohatu: Shadow, I have tried to be patient with you, along with many others here on Valor, but enough is enough. If you are not man enough to let other people do their matches CLEANLY, then I'm going to just have to fight your own style. You want to bash people with things that you pick up? That's fine, I'll do the same thing. Don't know what I'm getting at, do you? Guess you need to go back to school, then, because what I'm asking for...is that our match be a STREET FIGHT! I'm usually against them, but I know that the only way to ensure that this message gets through that thick skull of your's is to beat it in. Reverend Shadow VS 'The Electric Enigma' Pohatu, in a Street Fight. Are you man enough to do it, Shadow? Or are you worried? Worried that...
I'LL PUT A SHOCK TO YOUR SYSTEM!
With this, Pohatu kicked the banister so that his chair fell backwards, The Lightning rolled up to pop up to his feet, the look in his eyes showing that he was more than ready for Slam as we fade...to...black.
