Post by Valor CEO on Dec 12, 2005 19:19:10 GMT -5
We come into focus looking out a window and looking among the children playing in the snowy streets. We watch as each snow flake comes crashing down among the others causing them to stick. We see kids making snowmen and having snowball fights, pretty much having a lot of fun. Then we look around and see the older men and women shoveling their driveways and scraping the ice off of their windshields so they can go to work. We step away from the window and realize we have been in this environment before. We are in Immune’s home. He turns the corner coming from his kitchen with a glass of water. He then sits down in his leather sofa and plops his feet up on the footrest. He lays the glass on the nightstand beside the chair. He locks his hands together and lies them in his lap. He looks up at us and begins to speak.
Immune: As we look among the young we notice they love to have fun. They like to play with their little friends while the adults have to suffer just to make it to work. Well that is like the talent we have here in Valor. I mean seriously, we have the rookies that think they are top gun and they are going to be the next big name in Valor. I am sorry to let you know, but with me among this pedestal you are going to be a mid-carder at best. I am the animal, the beast, and lately the immortal. I take on all challengers and beat all obstacles to be where I am today and that is for the running for gold.
Immune crosses his legs and holds his arms straight out and stretches. He then goes back to the position he was originally in. He begins twiddling his thumbs and begins to speak.
Immune: I have to admit, I failed to do my last job and I am lucky I wasn’t fired. I failed to beat Zmaster, because I wanted to be a kid for a while and joke around about our match. As you see, I came out with a big L to my record and not only that, I lost my North American Championship. I should have never aloud someone with such status just slip through my fingertips. I should have taken him more serious and broke his neck to retain my title and end our feud once and for all by ending his career. That was not the outcome of the match and now I must deal with it that I was defeated by my ex-best friend, Zmaster.
He reaches over to the nightstand and picks up his glass of water and takes a sip. He then lays it back down on the coaster that is sitting on the nightstand. He gets back into his original position once again and begins to speak.
Immune: Now I have my chance to redeem my mistake. I have a chance to lead great performers to victory. I have a chance to destroy Zmaster and his clan once and for all and to be booked in the hall of fame and the greatest performer ever in Valor. I have a chance to even the score among Zmaster and I. I have a chance to prove to the world that his defeat over me was a fluke. He shouldn’t have even gotten the opportunity against me. He did nothing special to earn a shot but what is done is done and we shoot for the future.
Immune gets out of his chair and pushes the footrest to the side. He grabs his glass of water and walks over to the window. He takes another sip and begins to speak.
Immune: Coming later in the month the fans will witness another match that will go to hell and back. Once again it will be Zmaster vs. Immune, one on one, for the North American Championship. I will not take my opponent lightly as I step foot inside that arena. My main focus is to bring home my baby, my life, my soul which is the title. That title means more to me than your life Zmaster and if must be, I am willing to do the unthinkable to achieve my goal once again. To be the main guy in that division. To be on top of the food chain. So Zmaster soak in the amusement of being the champion because your reign is about to come to an end at Holiday Havoc.
Immune reaches down and opens up his window a little bit to let some cool air inside his house. He glances out the window for a few seconds and places his other hand on the window sill. He takes another sip and begins to speak.
Immune: This match isn’t just about you and I, Zmaster. This match is also about our tag alongs. In your corner you have the less talented crowd of: Quickenbosh and Pohatu. Let me take a second to give a brief description about your team Zmaster. First off, I will talk about Quickenbosh. This is the man that fought through the lightweights in the YLC to become the first ever champion. He has a heart of gold and is an amazing athlete. This is also the man that has a mean streak but is afraid to let it out. This is a man that says his main focus is on the fans and believe me that isn’t true. He comes out and lies to all the fans and yet they cheer his name in his matches. To me it gets quite annoying hearing them yell my name when they liked me so I did something about it and figured screw them all. Quickenbosh would succeed among the greats if he didn’t allow the fans to hold him back. He is going to hold back again in our match this Tuesday and for that he is going to cost Zmaster’s team a defeat.
He then turns around away from the window and places the glass down on the nightstand once again. He glances back at us with a snare and then walks back over to the window. He places his hand on the window sill once again and looks out the window among the snow. He begins to talk.
Immune: Now onto the final man in Zmaster’s team. A lightning quick man that goes by the name of Pohatu. A man that is kind of on a winning streak. The only problem with him is he goes up against men like Ryan Young. If that was the only man I ever had to fight, I would be on a winning streak as well. He has yet to defeat any man worth fighting and I am not impressed. Until he can look me in the eye and tell me, I am going to kick you’re A$$ then he is nothing to me. Pohatu you are going in as the smaller man, the underdog. You are going to be the man my team tries to seek and destroy to pick up the pin fall. You are the target among my army and we will not fail our mission. Hope you are ready for such a great responsibility because Zmaster and Quickenbosh are counting on you!
He reaches out and touches the top of the window and closes it cutting off the cool air from entering into his home. He walks back over to the chair and plops down on it ignoring the footrest this time. He reaches over and grabs the glass but not moving it while he begins speaking.
Immune: Now onto my team. The team that is going to be the victors in the main event of Tuesday Night Slam. The more dominant and aggressive team. We consist of greater talent within Valor. My partners are: Ron Tibbs and Mr. Moneyman Will Dinero. Will Dinero and Quickenbosh have gone toe to toe on numerous occasions and most of the time he comes up short against Quickenbosh. Not this time, he is focused and prepared to rip Quickenbosh and the other members of that team apart. You must be a machine, an animal, a man not afraid of anything, to fight side by side with me and I feel Dinero fills in those shoes and we are ready to battle.
Immune takes a final big swig of the water and keeps a hold of the glass. He lays it in his lap and then locks his fingers together once again and begins to twiddle his thumbs. He looks back up at us and begins to speak once again.
Immune: My other tag team partner is a man that is kind of close to me considering you could look at him as a member of the Impact Players. This is a man I know I can stand side by side with and come out victorious. This man is a beast and he fears no one. That is a man that fills my requirements and a man that I consider a brother. This man is known as Ron Tibbs. This man can nail the Reality Check on you and that means lights out no matter the mass on his opponent. Once he hits that on any member of Zmaster’s team, we will be declared victorious. Ron Tibbs just came off of a victory over Pryme and he is ready for another one. He is like a dog that has the taste of blood in him. He is a well oiled machine and a man that’s not afraid of danger. That is my team, the victorious team at Tuesday Night Slam.
Immune stands up out of the chair and walks over to the kitchen edge, right before entering he stops and turns around. He swings his arm with the glass around to lean up against the wall to keep balance. He then gives us a smirk and begins to speak.
Immune: Now that we have descriptions on all men in the match, place your votes and bet your money on who you think the victor will be. If you are smart you will make the right choice by choosing my team because we are a team that is going into the match with nothing and I mean nothing to lose. By the time we step into the ring I will have my men so focused that an army couldn’t take down with all the weapons they have in supply. Zmaster it is time for your army to crash and burn and it is my men along with me that are going to be the men to do it. See all you losers Tuesday when we give you a big L under your record columns.
Immune then looks back into the kitchen and let’s go of the wall. He then walks into the kitchen and doesn’t come back out. We hear the glass being dropped into the sink and footsteps walking the opposite way. We see the light of the kitchen turned out and decide that is our symbol to leave. We fade to commercial looking at the darkness the kitchen is letting off within the room we are standing in. Cut to commercial.
Immune: As we look among the young we notice they love to have fun. They like to play with their little friends while the adults have to suffer just to make it to work. Well that is like the talent we have here in Valor. I mean seriously, we have the rookies that think they are top gun and they are going to be the next big name in Valor. I am sorry to let you know, but with me among this pedestal you are going to be a mid-carder at best. I am the animal, the beast, and lately the immortal. I take on all challengers and beat all obstacles to be where I am today and that is for the running for gold.
Immune crosses his legs and holds his arms straight out and stretches. He then goes back to the position he was originally in. He begins twiddling his thumbs and begins to speak.
Immune: I have to admit, I failed to do my last job and I am lucky I wasn’t fired. I failed to beat Zmaster, because I wanted to be a kid for a while and joke around about our match. As you see, I came out with a big L to my record and not only that, I lost my North American Championship. I should have never aloud someone with such status just slip through my fingertips. I should have taken him more serious and broke his neck to retain my title and end our feud once and for all by ending his career. That was not the outcome of the match and now I must deal with it that I was defeated by my ex-best friend, Zmaster.
He reaches over to the nightstand and picks up his glass of water and takes a sip. He then lays it back down on the coaster that is sitting on the nightstand. He gets back into his original position once again and begins to speak.
Immune: Now I have my chance to redeem my mistake. I have a chance to lead great performers to victory. I have a chance to destroy Zmaster and his clan once and for all and to be booked in the hall of fame and the greatest performer ever in Valor. I have a chance to even the score among Zmaster and I. I have a chance to prove to the world that his defeat over me was a fluke. He shouldn’t have even gotten the opportunity against me. He did nothing special to earn a shot but what is done is done and we shoot for the future.
Immune gets out of his chair and pushes the footrest to the side. He grabs his glass of water and walks over to the window. He takes another sip and begins to speak.
Immune: Coming later in the month the fans will witness another match that will go to hell and back. Once again it will be Zmaster vs. Immune, one on one, for the North American Championship. I will not take my opponent lightly as I step foot inside that arena. My main focus is to bring home my baby, my life, my soul which is the title. That title means more to me than your life Zmaster and if must be, I am willing to do the unthinkable to achieve my goal once again. To be the main guy in that division. To be on top of the food chain. So Zmaster soak in the amusement of being the champion because your reign is about to come to an end at Holiday Havoc.
Immune reaches down and opens up his window a little bit to let some cool air inside his house. He glances out the window for a few seconds and places his other hand on the window sill. He takes another sip and begins to speak.
Immune: This match isn’t just about you and I, Zmaster. This match is also about our tag alongs. In your corner you have the less talented crowd of: Quickenbosh and Pohatu. Let me take a second to give a brief description about your team Zmaster. First off, I will talk about Quickenbosh. This is the man that fought through the lightweights in the YLC to become the first ever champion. He has a heart of gold and is an amazing athlete. This is also the man that has a mean streak but is afraid to let it out. This is a man that says his main focus is on the fans and believe me that isn’t true. He comes out and lies to all the fans and yet they cheer his name in his matches. To me it gets quite annoying hearing them yell my name when they liked me so I did something about it and figured screw them all. Quickenbosh would succeed among the greats if he didn’t allow the fans to hold him back. He is going to hold back again in our match this Tuesday and for that he is going to cost Zmaster’s team a defeat.
He then turns around away from the window and places the glass down on the nightstand once again. He glances back at us with a snare and then walks back over to the window. He places his hand on the window sill once again and looks out the window among the snow. He begins to talk.
Immune: Now onto the final man in Zmaster’s team. A lightning quick man that goes by the name of Pohatu. A man that is kind of on a winning streak. The only problem with him is he goes up against men like Ryan Young. If that was the only man I ever had to fight, I would be on a winning streak as well. He has yet to defeat any man worth fighting and I am not impressed. Until he can look me in the eye and tell me, I am going to kick you’re A$$ then he is nothing to me. Pohatu you are going in as the smaller man, the underdog. You are going to be the man my team tries to seek and destroy to pick up the pin fall. You are the target among my army and we will not fail our mission. Hope you are ready for such a great responsibility because Zmaster and Quickenbosh are counting on you!
He reaches out and touches the top of the window and closes it cutting off the cool air from entering into his home. He walks back over to the chair and plops down on it ignoring the footrest this time. He reaches over and grabs the glass but not moving it while he begins speaking.
Immune: Now onto my team. The team that is going to be the victors in the main event of Tuesday Night Slam. The more dominant and aggressive team. We consist of greater talent within Valor. My partners are: Ron Tibbs and Mr. Moneyman Will Dinero. Will Dinero and Quickenbosh have gone toe to toe on numerous occasions and most of the time he comes up short against Quickenbosh. Not this time, he is focused and prepared to rip Quickenbosh and the other members of that team apart. You must be a machine, an animal, a man not afraid of anything, to fight side by side with me and I feel Dinero fills in those shoes and we are ready to battle.
Immune takes a final big swig of the water and keeps a hold of the glass. He lays it in his lap and then locks his fingers together once again and begins to twiddle his thumbs. He looks back up at us and begins to speak once again.
Immune: My other tag team partner is a man that is kind of close to me considering you could look at him as a member of the Impact Players. This is a man I know I can stand side by side with and come out victorious. This man is a beast and he fears no one. That is a man that fills my requirements and a man that I consider a brother. This man is known as Ron Tibbs. This man can nail the Reality Check on you and that means lights out no matter the mass on his opponent. Once he hits that on any member of Zmaster’s team, we will be declared victorious. Ron Tibbs just came off of a victory over Pryme and he is ready for another one. He is like a dog that has the taste of blood in him. He is a well oiled machine and a man that’s not afraid of danger. That is my team, the victorious team at Tuesday Night Slam.
Immune stands up out of the chair and walks over to the kitchen edge, right before entering he stops and turns around. He swings his arm with the glass around to lean up against the wall to keep balance. He then gives us a smirk and begins to speak.
Immune: Now that we have descriptions on all men in the match, place your votes and bet your money on who you think the victor will be. If you are smart you will make the right choice by choosing my team because we are a team that is going into the match with nothing and I mean nothing to lose. By the time we step into the ring I will have my men so focused that an army couldn’t take down with all the weapons they have in supply. Zmaster it is time for your army to crash and burn and it is my men along with me that are going to be the men to do it. See all you losers Tuesday when we give you a big L under your record columns.
Immune then looks back into the kitchen and let’s go of the wall. He then walks into the kitchen and doesn’t come back out. We hear the glass being dropped into the sink and footsteps walking the opposite way. We see the light of the kitchen turned out and decide that is our symbol to leave. We fade to commercial looking at the darkness the kitchen is letting off within the room we are standing in. Cut to commercial.
