Post by pohatu on Dec 23, 2005 22:50:12 GMT -5
The scene fades in on the Holiday Havoc arena, showing that it was, for the most part, empty. A few workers were walking around as they constructed things in preperation for the PayPerView. The camera finally comes to rest on Pohatu, showing him to be sitting on the top turnbuckle of the southwestern corner, the ring already having been fully constructed. The light heavyweight was wearing a simple pair of jeans that were slightly baggy, hiding the very top of his shoes, but the bottom gave away that they were shoes usually seen in the NBA. Unlike usual for Pohatu's street clothes, he had on a white muscle shirt, with his usual entrance vest on, the hood flipped up to hide his face, but the lighting made him look similar to what the Undertaker did, back when he would enter with his hooded cloak. As the camera man slid into the ring and moved close to Pohatu, the light heavyweight finally seemed to come to life as he tilted hsi head up, looking at the camera, with his hood still partially hiding his face.
Pohatu: You know, the last thing I expected management to put me into the match that would determine the new number one contender to the North American title. Almost each and every time I've spoken with a camera on me, the Junior Heavyweight title was the title I clearly stated as the one I wanted to take. But, management seems to have gone a bit deaf. Nonetheless, they could not have picked a better competitor for the North American title. Immune and ZMaster were good champions, but there's one problem with them; they are huge. Not with the fans, not mentally, not in their movelist, but physically. They are huge. Just because the North American title is usually associated with heavyweights doesn't mean that the title should stay with them. The new blood has arrived in Valor, and it's ready to take the gold that has been just out of it's reach. Ron Tibbs, Will Dinero and Pryme have been in Valor longer than me, but the only two I think are actually worthy of competing for gold here now are Dinero and Pryme. They are a pair of light weights that wrestle as such. Tibbs...pfft, what a joke. Like Immune and ZMaster, he's just another big man who plans to make it in this business with his muscle alone. His finisher is nothing more than a flying shoulder block. Does a TRUE wrestler use that to finish a match, or does he do something that takes a bit more skill?
Pohatu sighed and reached up, pushing the hood off his head to reveal his face, showing that he had a small bandage on his cheek. This had obviously come from the tag match he had been in before Holiday Havoc, where he had been the target of the opposing team. The light heavyweight ran his hand through his hair, dropping both hands down onto his knees after doing so, his eyes briefly wandering around the arena before coming back to rest on the camera.
Pohatu: John Stone and myself are different from the first three, though. Both of us are fairly new to this company, though I've definitely been here longer than he has. Stone, you spoke of how hold-to-hold wrestling, along with high flying, are overrated and are no use when it comes to just a straight punch to the face. How much skill does it take to punch someone, Stone? None. I could punch you in the face, arm, stomach, leg, back, anywhere! The amount of skill it would take would not match the level I try to compete at in my matches, though. You made fun of my name, so I suppose you are expecting me to make fun of your's, are you not? John Stone, you are nothing but a stoner. The reason you got discharged from the Marines was for just that reason. They knew that if they had kept you around, it would have made the rest of them all look bad. You say I have no balls, and that my scrotum is 'teeny-tiny'. Who uses that kind of terminology? Only a child, that's who. Stone, you want to brawl with me in our match? Fine, you will get a brawl, but it will have my own mix to it. Drop kicks, Lou Thez Press with the fists pounding into your head, springboard forearm shots....You will see that even the best brawlers can fall under the hands of even just a little bit of high flying. Why do you think I choose to base my style on high flying a majority of the time? It is successful, that's why. High flying is what got me to the semi-finals of the YLC, and it is going to get me to the number one contendership to the North American title, no matter what dirty tactics you try.
Pohatu leaned back on the turnbuckle a bit, rolling out his shoulders and closing his eyes, obviously trying to gather his thoughts to continue the promo. The junior heavyweight allowed his feet to drop down from the second turnbuckle, his feet now hanging at about the mid-way point between the middle and bottom turnbuckles, though it didn't seem to affect his balance as he again leaned forward. Pohatu's eyes latched onto the camera lens again as he began speaking, seeming to have gathered his thoughts now.
Pohatu: Pryme, you seem to be the odd man out in this match. You pop in whenever you please, then pop right back out. Your promos have nothing to do with the matches you are in, and half the time you seem to be the stoner, rather than John Stone himself. Your finisher...something I have to laugh at. A simple superkick, which was made famous by none other than the Heart Break Kid himself, Shawn Michaels. Many have tried to use that move as their finisher since he made it famous, but none have been able to get the same hype behind it that he could. Pryme, you are no different. You think that you are the super hero that is going to fly in and save the audience from the villians of this federation...but I am going to have to disagree with you. No matter what you try to do, no matter who you try to take on, no matter how many burgalars you beat up...you will NEVER be ready for the gold of Valor. Valor has brought out a side of me I did not even know existed. I have been pushed to levels I did not know people could reach here, and I have been slowly adjusting. Pryme, you never made the transition. You still seem to think that you can take on anyone, anytime, anyday, anywhere. Pryme, I am issuing a challenge to you. If you and me are the final two in the match at Holiday Havoc, you show me that you can be Valor's hero. Show me that by showing me a diversity of wrestling styles, and by winning the match. If you do not win...it is your own fault. You cannot blame it on anyone except yourself, and I plan to see you admit that when the match is done, when it's all said and over with.
Pohatu coughed a bit and shook his head, lifting his feet back up onto the middle turnbuckle and actually tilting his feet back, intertwining his feet with the second rope. The junior heavyweight moved his hands from his knees, resting them on the top rope and lightly gripping it, obviously making sure his center of balance didn't get thrown off as he continued speaking.
Pohatu: Dinero, what a history the two of us have gained in the short time that we have been in this federation together. I beat you once, you beat me in the six man tag match, and then you decided to chicken out of the normal tag match. What was it you said..."Come on, Havok, we are better than these people. We do not need to step into the same ring as them"? Dinero, that is the ultimate in being a rich boy, and you proved to everyone what I had been saying about you. You are nothing more then the average day rich snob. If you were a true man, you would've stepped foot into that ring with Havok beside you, and taken on Paine and myself. I was this close...
Pohatu, to emphasize what he was talking about, held up one of his hands, showing that his index and thumb finger had barely no space between them. Pohatu lowered the hand back down, gripping the rope lightly as he began speaking again.
Pohatu:...to rushing up the ramp and running backstage, hopping into one of the cars or onto a motorcycle and chasing after you. I would not have cared if you tried to sue me, just the satisification of knowing that you are scared of me makes it all worth it. Maybe one of these days I should take a crow bar to your limo, Dinero. Make you realize that there are people in this world who aren't afraid of people with money. Dinero, you have spoken of how you worked your way to the top, and that you are going to help Havok rise up to where he should be, but I know how this will end. You are manipulating him, Dinero. Havok is being drawn in by the money you are offering him, but he needs to realize that the money his grandmother left him is more than enough to take care of himself. He needs to realize that he doesn't need you, Dinero, and I plan to do just that. When I win our match, Dinero, Havok will see that you are nothing but money and smoke, Dinero. The Lightning is something that can't be eliminated by you, Dinero, and I am going to prove it to everyone when I win at Holiday Havoc.
Pohatu let another sigh escape his lips as he released the top rope, unwinding his feet from the second rope drew his legs closed, placing the heels of his feet on the second turnbuckle. The junior heavyweight stood up on the second turnbuckle before dropping down to the mat, leaning back to place the middle of his shoulder blades against the top turnbuckle, his arms draped casually over the top rope.
Pohatu: Tibbs, I briefly spoke of you at the beginning of this, but I think you need a bit more attention, wouldn't you agree? The Reality Check and The Message...two simple finishers, that seemed so simple to counter. Yet they still helped to win that match a couple of weeks ago. Tibbs, I am not planning on revenge in this match, but I know that you would expect that from me. If it comes down to you and me, Tibbs, I will fight with every bit of ability I have, using every move I have ever learned in my time of wrestling. Something as simple as a right hand, to something as complex as the STF version of the Mexican stretch board. Whatever it takes to wear you down, Tibbs, is what I will use in that match. When it comes to matches like this, it's not about being the quickest, or strongest person, but the person with the most endurance. If you have that endurance, you are able to keep up your wind when everyone else is worn out, and that makes it that much easier to eliminate them and win the match.
Pohatu chuckled a bit and rolled his neck out, briefly closing his eyes as he did so. The junior heavyweight opened his eyes again, grinning at the camera as he took a step forward from the corner.
Pohatu: To all those involved in my match, I'll Put a Shock to Your System when I win. And to all you who think that you will be able to interfere in this match and help determine the outcome of the match...The Lightning Will Strike you Down.
Pohatu nodded at the camera then slid out of the ring, walking up the empty entrance ramp. His music did not sound, no pyros went off, and no special lights went off. At the top of the ramp, Pohatu turned around and grinned again, shooting a thumb's up at the camera as we fade...to...black.
Pohatu: You know, the last thing I expected management to put me into the match that would determine the new number one contender to the North American title. Almost each and every time I've spoken with a camera on me, the Junior Heavyweight title was the title I clearly stated as the one I wanted to take. But, management seems to have gone a bit deaf. Nonetheless, they could not have picked a better competitor for the North American title. Immune and ZMaster were good champions, but there's one problem with them; they are huge. Not with the fans, not mentally, not in their movelist, but physically. They are huge. Just because the North American title is usually associated with heavyweights doesn't mean that the title should stay with them. The new blood has arrived in Valor, and it's ready to take the gold that has been just out of it's reach. Ron Tibbs, Will Dinero and Pryme have been in Valor longer than me, but the only two I think are actually worthy of competing for gold here now are Dinero and Pryme. They are a pair of light weights that wrestle as such. Tibbs...pfft, what a joke. Like Immune and ZMaster, he's just another big man who plans to make it in this business with his muscle alone. His finisher is nothing more than a flying shoulder block. Does a TRUE wrestler use that to finish a match, or does he do something that takes a bit more skill?
Pohatu sighed and reached up, pushing the hood off his head to reveal his face, showing that he had a small bandage on his cheek. This had obviously come from the tag match he had been in before Holiday Havoc, where he had been the target of the opposing team. The light heavyweight ran his hand through his hair, dropping both hands down onto his knees after doing so, his eyes briefly wandering around the arena before coming back to rest on the camera.
Pohatu: John Stone and myself are different from the first three, though. Both of us are fairly new to this company, though I've definitely been here longer than he has. Stone, you spoke of how hold-to-hold wrestling, along with high flying, are overrated and are no use when it comes to just a straight punch to the face. How much skill does it take to punch someone, Stone? None. I could punch you in the face, arm, stomach, leg, back, anywhere! The amount of skill it would take would not match the level I try to compete at in my matches, though. You made fun of my name, so I suppose you are expecting me to make fun of your's, are you not? John Stone, you are nothing but a stoner. The reason you got discharged from the Marines was for just that reason. They knew that if they had kept you around, it would have made the rest of them all look bad. You say I have no balls, and that my scrotum is 'teeny-tiny'. Who uses that kind of terminology? Only a child, that's who. Stone, you want to brawl with me in our match? Fine, you will get a brawl, but it will have my own mix to it. Drop kicks, Lou Thez Press with the fists pounding into your head, springboard forearm shots....You will see that even the best brawlers can fall under the hands of even just a little bit of high flying. Why do you think I choose to base my style on high flying a majority of the time? It is successful, that's why. High flying is what got me to the semi-finals of the YLC, and it is going to get me to the number one contendership to the North American title, no matter what dirty tactics you try.
Pohatu leaned back on the turnbuckle a bit, rolling out his shoulders and closing his eyes, obviously trying to gather his thoughts to continue the promo. The junior heavyweight allowed his feet to drop down from the second turnbuckle, his feet now hanging at about the mid-way point between the middle and bottom turnbuckles, though it didn't seem to affect his balance as he again leaned forward. Pohatu's eyes latched onto the camera lens again as he began speaking, seeming to have gathered his thoughts now.
Pohatu: Pryme, you seem to be the odd man out in this match. You pop in whenever you please, then pop right back out. Your promos have nothing to do with the matches you are in, and half the time you seem to be the stoner, rather than John Stone himself. Your finisher...something I have to laugh at. A simple superkick, which was made famous by none other than the Heart Break Kid himself, Shawn Michaels. Many have tried to use that move as their finisher since he made it famous, but none have been able to get the same hype behind it that he could. Pryme, you are no different. You think that you are the super hero that is going to fly in and save the audience from the villians of this federation...but I am going to have to disagree with you. No matter what you try to do, no matter who you try to take on, no matter how many burgalars you beat up...you will NEVER be ready for the gold of Valor. Valor has brought out a side of me I did not even know existed. I have been pushed to levels I did not know people could reach here, and I have been slowly adjusting. Pryme, you never made the transition. You still seem to think that you can take on anyone, anytime, anyday, anywhere. Pryme, I am issuing a challenge to you. If you and me are the final two in the match at Holiday Havoc, you show me that you can be Valor's hero. Show me that by showing me a diversity of wrestling styles, and by winning the match. If you do not win...it is your own fault. You cannot blame it on anyone except yourself, and I plan to see you admit that when the match is done, when it's all said and over with.
Pohatu coughed a bit and shook his head, lifting his feet back up onto the middle turnbuckle and actually tilting his feet back, intertwining his feet with the second rope. The junior heavyweight moved his hands from his knees, resting them on the top rope and lightly gripping it, obviously making sure his center of balance didn't get thrown off as he continued speaking.
Pohatu: Dinero, what a history the two of us have gained in the short time that we have been in this federation together. I beat you once, you beat me in the six man tag match, and then you decided to chicken out of the normal tag match. What was it you said..."Come on, Havok, we are better than these people. We do not need to step into the same ring as them"? Dinero, that is the ultimate in being a rich boy, and you proved to everyone what I had been saying about you. You are nothing more then the average day rich snob. If you were a true man, you would've stepped foot into that ring with Havok beside you, and taken on Paine and myself. I was this close...
Pohatu, to emphasize what he was talking about, held up one of his hands, showing that his index and thumb finger had barely no space between them. Pohatu lowered the hand back down, gripping the rope lightly as he began speaking again.
Pohatu:...to rushing up the ramp and running backstage, hopping into one of the cars or onto a motorcycle and chasing after you. I would not have cared if you tried to sue me, just the satisification of knowing that you are scared of me makes it all worth it. Maybe one of these days I should take a crow bar to your limo, Dinero. Make you realize that there are people in this world who aren't afraid of people with money. Dinero, you have spoken of how you worked your way to the top, and that you are going to help Havok rise up to where he should be, but I know how this will end. You are manipulating him, Dinero. Havok is being drawn in by the money you are offering him, but he needs to realize that the money his grandmother left him is more than enough to take care of himself. He needs to realize that he doesn't need you, Dinero, and I plan to do just that. When I win our match, Dinero, Havok will see that you are nothing but money and smoke, Dinero. The Lightning is something that can't be eliminated by you, Dinero, and I am going to prove it to everyone when I win at Holiday Havoc.
Pohatu let another sigh escape his lips as he released the top rope, unwinding his feet from the second rope drew his legs closed, placing the heels of his feet on the second turnbuckle. The junior heavyweight stood up on the second turnbuckle before dropping down to the mat, leaning back to place the middle of his shoulder blades against the top turnbuckle, his arms draped casually over the top rope.
Pohatu: Tibbs, I briefly spoke of you at the beginning of this, but I think you need a bit more attention, wouldn't you agree? The Reality Check and The Message...two simple finishers, that seemed so simple to counter. Yet they still helped to win that match a couple of weeks ago. Tibbs, I am not planning on revenge in this match, but I know that you would expect that from me. If it comes down to you and me, Tibbs, I will fight with every bit of ability I have, using every move I have ever learned in my time of wrestling. Something as simple as a right hand, to something as complex as the STF version of the Mexican stretch board. Whatever it takes to wear you down, Tibbs, is what I will use in that match. When it comes to matches like this, it's not about being the quickest, or strongest person, but the person with the most endurance. If you have that endurance, you are able to keep up your wind when everyone else is worn out, and that makes it that much easier to eliminate them and win the match.
Pohatu chuckled a bit and rolled his neck out, briefly closing his eyes as he did so. The junior heavyweight opened his eyes again, grinning at the camera as he took a step forward from the corner.
Pohatu: To all those involved in my match, I'll Put a Shock to Your System when I win. And to all you who think that you will be able to interfere in this match and help determine the outcome of the match...The Lightning Will Strike you Down.
Pohatu nodded at the camera then slid out of the ring, walking up the empty entrance ramp. His music did not sound, no pyros went off, and no special lights went off. At the top of the ramp, Pohatu turned around and grinned again, shooting a thumb's up at the camera as we fade...to...black.
