Post by tibbs on Aug 18, 2005 14:15:45 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.
“For a full year, I have been away from these streets; away from this country. When the VWA opened its doors to the fans, it opened its doors on me. I took the first contract that came my way, and of all places, it was in the USA. Back in the good ole' U.S. of A.”
“The VWA, a start-up organization headed up by a boss named Steven Lynch. He told me, ‘Ron, if you’ll join my fed, I know we can become a huge success.’ He has no idea. ”
“I won't just become that huge success in the VWA in due time...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. However, I can’t do it alone; there are other men here to help drive up ticket sales and television ratings…”
“…seven other men to be exact.”
Ron smirks in that thoughtful way of his.
“Now, whether they call themselves ‘The Next Champ’, or ‘The Future of the VWA’ 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 the VWA; but probably not. I'm going to be in the ring with seven men who can't possibly hope to compete with me.”
“It’s a shame their hopes of being a legend must die with me.”
The Man flexes his pectoral muscles and grits his teeth now.
“Creed, you may have battered the spirit of Eric Hardcastle, or fought your way through a couple of has-been and never was wrestlers to get your shot at this number one contender spot...cute...but I destroyed a man in two minutes and taught him the true meaning of his own last name...Pain.”
Tibbs cracks his neck from side to side.
“Voodoo...I feel your pain from the scar of your parents leaving you, but I hope you've learned from that pain. I hope you are prepared to receive my Message Voodoo. 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, aren’t you the only X-Division superstar on the roster? 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.
“It truly disturbs me...There are five other men in the VWA fans truly want to see in this event, but nobody knows where they are. No one has heard a peep out of Zuzzi, Jason Ray, Brandon Kash, Juba, or this mystery guest. How can they deserve a chance at the number one contender's spot for the North American Title? Given a shot, but can't even show the suits the gratitude of at least addressing the fans.”
“I have an idea..since none of them are man enough to speak, why not allow me to teach them a lesson in how to be a Man? 'The Man' Ron Tibbs vs. Zuzzi, Jason Ray, Brandon Kash, and Juba. I'll show the world just how serious I am about this. International promoters will flock here and begin staking the place out weeks in advance. ”
“Maybe that’ll be a good thing…for all four of you. Maybe me physically destroying each and everyone of you in a handicapped match will be the one thing to light a fire under your butts. Doubt it though.”
Tibbs stares right at the camera as if he was staring at each person watching the promo individually.
“Sunday, I will face off in a battle royal that will give me a shot at another title. Once again I shall be in that squared circle and do battle, and then once again we shall part; one victorious and the other seven defeated. You may think to have the advantage in a match like this because none of you will have to concentrate on me by yourselves. You don't know me any better than you did before. The seven of you have never worked with me, or even spoken with me. You’ve never even had the chance to see me truly wrestle. 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.
“For a full year, I have been away from these streets; away from this country. When the VWA opened its doors to the fans, it opened its doors on me. I took the first contract that came my way, and of all places, it was in the USA. Back in the good ole' U.S. of A.”
“The VWA, a start-up organization headed up by a boss named Steven Lynch. He told me, ‘Ron, if you’ll join my fed, I know we can become a huge success.’ He has no idea. ”
“I won't just become that huge success in the VWA in due time...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. However, I can’t do it alone; there are other men here to help drive up ticket sales and television ratings…”
“…seven other men to be exact.”
Ron smirks in that thoughtful way of his.
“Now, whether they call themselves ‘The Next Champ’, or ‘The Future of the VWA’ 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 the VWA; but probably not. I'm going to be in the ring with seven men who can't possibly hope to compete with me.”
“It’s a shame their hopes of being a legend must die with me.”
The Man flexes his pectoral muscles and grits his teeth now.
“Creed, you may have battered the spirit of Eric Hardcastle, or fought your way through a couple of has-been and never was wrestlers to get your shot at this number one contender spot...cute...but I destroyed a man in two minutes and taught him the true meaning of his own last name...Pain.”
Tibbs cracks his neck from side to side.
“Voodoo...I feel your pain from the scar of your parents leaving you, but I hope you've learned from that pain. I hope you are prepared to receive my Message Voodoo. 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, aren’t you the only X-Division superstar on the roster? 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.
“It truly disturbs me...There are five other men in the VWA fans truly want to see in this event, but nobody knows where they are. No one has heard a peep out of Zuzzi, Jason Ray, Brandon Kash, Juba, or this mystery guest. How can they deserve a chance at the number one contender's spot for the North American Title? Given a shot, but can't even show the suits the gratitude of at least addressing the fans.”
“I have an idea..since none of them are man enough to speak, why not allow me to teach them a lesson in how to be a Man? 'The Man' Ron Tibbs vs. Zuzzi, Jason Ray, Brandon Kash, and Juba. I'll show the world just how serious I am about this. International promoters will flock here and begin staking the place out weeks in advance. ”
“Maybe that’ll be a good thing…for all four of you. Maybe me physically destroying each and everyone of you in a handicapped match will be the one thing to light a fire under your butts. Doubt it though.”
Tibbs stares right at the camera as if he was staring at each person watching the promo individually.
“Sunday, I will face off in a battle royal that will give me a shot at another title. Once again I shall be in that squared circle and do battle, and then once again we shall part; one victorious and the other seven defeated. You may think to have the advantage in a match like this because none of you will have to concentrate on me by yourselves. You don't know me any better than you did before. The seven of you have never worked with me, or even spoken with me. You’ve never even had the chance to see me truly wrestle. 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]
