Post by Valor CEO on Nov 5, 2005 13:17:08 GMT -5
We come into focus looking over a glamorous hotel room. The bed is made and there is a nice window view from the center of the back wall. The only light is coming from under the crack of the bathroom door. We can see a shadow moving from place to place underneath the door. We also hear thumping noises and rattling noises. The doorknob turns and the door opens up. Following the swift of the door’s motion steam comes a strolling through from out of the bathroom and into the room itself. We look up away from the steam and we see Valor superstar Immune. He is wearing black jeans with no shirt. He has socks on and he black boots on. He steps out of the bathroom and sits on the bed. His shoes are untied, so he bends down to tie them. As he is doing so he begins to speak.
Immune: How many times do I have to prove myself among the greats? I mean look what I have accomplished within my short time span here in Valor. I have beaten the biggest names in the industry. I have accompanied myself with the biggest and most powerful stable to ever step foot into the Valor arena. I was the one that took out Hardcastle on his return match. I scared him so bad he had to use a weapon against me to make sure I was down and out. He got and got disqualified like he should have been. I am the Valor North American Champion; I am the one that defeated Creeper for it. I am the one that shattered Creeper’s winning streak. I am the one that is going to shatter Creeper’s dream of becoming the North American Champion for the second time. I am the career crusher and I plan on using that when I step into the ring with Creeper for the second time.
Immune finishes tying his shoes. He then sits up and clicks on the lamp that is on the nightstand beside him. He hops off the bed and kneels down to one knee and reaches under the bed. He pulls out a black leather suitcase and lays it on the bed. He unbuckles the latches on the briefcase and flips the top wide open. Inside is the North American Championship. He stands back up and then sits down on the bed beside the briefcase and begins to speak.
Immune: Last time I talked about my match against Creeper that was only about him was for the match for this title sitting within this briefcase. The match was for the North American Championship. I was up against a man that many thought could never be beaten. I was up against a man that threw shivers down the spines of his opponents. I was up against a man that people thought death would strike them dead if they as much starred into the eyes of him. I stepped foot inside the ring and we went toe to toe for a hellacious and brutal match up. Many think the outcome would have been different if it wasn’t for the Sin City Saint. Many say I would have fallen to Creeper as many before me have if it wasn’t for Saint. I didn’t need Saint to win that match; Saint was like my insurance company. I had to be sure I would win and he is the one that I counted on.
Immune reaches down into the briefcase and pulls out the championship and lays it on the bed. He then unfolds the leather straps so the belt is lying straight out across the bed. He sits back up and reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulls out some pain reliever. He stands up and walks toward the bathroom. He grabs a Dixie cup out of the plastic paper the hotel provides and holds it under the faucet. He turns on the water and fills up the Dixie cup. He shoves the pills in his mouth and takes a drink of the water and lays the cup down on the counter. He walks back over to the bed and sits down beside the championship belt. He begins to talk.
Immune: Ever since the beaten I was handed to at Halloween Horrors, I haven’t been able to function right. One thing that upsets me is, Mr. Lynch knows I am hurting and very vulnerable at this point. So he is going to take advantage of me by placing me up against a monster. Creeper was also in the match at Halloween Horrors but he didn’t endure the pain that I did. He is probably about eight-five percent healthy, while I am about twenty percent healthy. Creeper I knew you were a coward but this is way below the level I ever expected you to go. Knowing I am so injured you are going to accept the title match knowing you have the advantage. Knowing I am not one hundred percent. Knowing I am not the animal I usually am. I still have the heart of a tiger and I am going to give you my all and someway squeeze through the cracks to reach success in the main event of Slam.
Immune reaches down and carefully picks up the belt and lays it on his lap. The leather straps from the belt are dangling over the bed’s mattress. He sits there starring at the belt with a dumbfounded look on his face. He looks up at us and then back down at the belt. He then reaches up and underneath the belt and lays the gold plate in his hands. He then begins to speak.
Immune: You see I have defended my title against Hardcastle. A man that was supposed to have a huge comeback. A man that was supposed to get a jump start after beating me into his return to his career. I was supposed to be his stepping stone towards greatness, but I ruined his plans. Just like I plan on ruining Creeper’s pan on winning his title back at Slam. Creeper you and I know each other pretty damn good in the ring. Considering we have went toe to toe twice if you consider the Cage of Horror a match between us. As I look at it we are tied 1-1 against each other. As the Impact Players are my witness I swear there is no way you are going to up your tally in this match. Creeper I am dedicating this match to the Impact Players and I am going to keep the title around my waist and go one on one with the number one contender for this title Sin City Saint.
Immune folds the leather straps behind the gold plate of the championship. He lifts it up and places it into the briefcase. He bends over and kisses the gold plate on the title and then pulls down the top of the briefcase. He then snaps the latches back into place and sets the briefcase aside. He stands up and grabs his white tank top that is lying on top of the leather jacket that is resting on the bed. He puts on the shirt and then grabs the jacket. He puts on the jacket and grabs the briefcase and heads toward the door. He turns and speaks.
Immune: Sin City Saint, don’t think I have forgotten about you. I know me and you are going to meet in the center of the ring and duke it out like real men. Nothing is going to hold us back. We are going to be fighting for one thing that means so much to us. The North American Championship. I just want you to know, I am not going to take it easy on you. Whatever it takes to defeat you I will do it. Same stands for any other competitor that steps into the ring with me, a win is a win cheating or fair. A win is a win to the successor. So expect the unexpected when we face against each other Saint. I know you are going to have things under your sleeve and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Saint you and I are close, we are like brothers within the Impact Players. What you did to me at the ppv was just low. You made me submit in the middle of the ring to cost us to lose our match. Mistake? Definitely. On accident? Doubtful!
Immune opens the door and walks out. The door slams behind him. We walk over toward the door and open it and stand in the hallway. The door shuts behind us as we hear the electric lock, lock on the door. We come out of focus looking at Immune walking down the stairs and out the main door of the hotel room. We cut to Commercial.
Immune: How many times do I have to prove myself among the greats? I mean look what I have accomplished within my short time span here in Valor. I have beaten the biggest names in the industry. I have accompanied myself with the biggest and most powerful stable to ever step foot into the Valor arena. I was the one that took out Hardcastle on his return match. I scared him so bad he had to use a weapon against me to make sure I was down and out. He got and got disqualified like he should have been. I am the Valor North American Champion; I am the one that defeated Creeper for it. I am the one that shattered Creeper’s winning streak. I am the one that is going to shatter Creeper’s dream of becoming the North American Champion for the second time. I am the career crusher and I plan on using that when I step into the ring with Creeper for the second time.
Immune finishes tying his shoes. He then sits up and clicks on the lamp that is on the nightstand beside him. He hops off the bed and kneels down to one knee and reaches under the bed. He pulls out a black leather suitcase and lays it on the bed. He unbuckles the latches on the briefcase and flips the top wide open. Inside is the North American Championship. He stands back up and then sits down on the bed beside the briefcase and begins to speak.
Immune: Last time I talked about my match against Creeper that was only about him was for the match for this title sitting within this briefcase. The match was for the North American Championship. I was up against a man that many thought could never be beaten. I was up against a man that threw shivers down the spines of his opponents. I was up against a man that people thought death would strike them dead if they as much starred into the eyes of him. I stepped foot inside the ring and we went toe to toe for a hellacious and brutal match up. Many think the outcome would have been different if it wasn’t for the Sin City Saint. Many say I would have fallen to Creeper as many before me have if it wasn’t for Saint. I didn’t need Saint to win that match; Saint was like my insurance company. I had to be sure I would win and he is the one that I counted on.
Immune reaches down into the briefcase and pulls out the championship and lays it on the bed. He then unfolds the leather straps so the belt is lying straight out across the bed. He sits back up and reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulls out some pain reliever. He stands up and walks toward the bathroom. He grabs a Dixie cup out of the plastic paper the hotel provides and holds it under the faucet. He turns on the water and fills up the Dixie cup. He shoves the pills in his mouth and takes a drink of the water and lays the cup down on the counter. He walks back over to the bed and sits down beside the championship belt. He begins to talk.
Immune: Ever since the beaten I was handed to at Halloween Horrors, I haven’t been able to function right. One thing that upsets me is, Mr. Lynch knows I am hurting and very vulnerable at this point. So he is going to take advantage of me by placing me up against a monster. Creeper was also in the match at Halloween Horrors but he didn’t endure the pain that I did. He is probably about eight-five percent healthy, while I am about twenty percent healthy. Creeper I knew you were a coward but this is way below the level I ever expected you to go. Knowing I am so injured you are going to accept the title match knowing you have the advantage. Knowing I am not one hundred percent. Knowing I am not the animal I usually am. I still have the heart of a tiger and I am going to give you my all and someway squeeze through the cracks to reach success in the main event of Slam.
Immune reaches down and carefully picks up the belt and lays it on his lap. The leather straps from the belt are dangling over the bed’s mattress. He sits there starring at the belt with a dumbfounded look on his face. He looks up at us and then back down at the belt. He then reaches up and underneath the belt and lays the gold plate in his hands. He then begins to speak.
Immune: You see I have defended my title against Hardcastle. A man that was supposed to have a huge comeback. A man that was supposed to get a jump start after beating me into his return to his career. I was supposed to be his stepping stone towards greatness, but I ruined his plans. Just like I plan on ruining Creeper’s pan on winning his title back at Slam. Creeper you and I know each other pretty damn good in the ring. Considering we have went toe to toe twice if you consider the Cage of Horror a match between us. As I look at it we are tied 1-1 against each other. As the Impact Players are my witness I swear there is no way you are going to up your tally in this match. Creeper I am dedicating this match to the Impact Players and I am going to keep the title around my waist and go one on one with the number one contender for this title Sin City Saint.
Immune folds the leather straps behind the gold plate of the championship. He lifts it up and places it into the briefcase. He bends over and kisses the gold plate on the title and then pulls down the top of the briefcase. He then snaps the latches back into place and sets the briefcase aside. He stands up and grabs his white tank top that is lying on top of the leather jacket that is resting on the bed. He puts on the shirt and then grabs the jacket. He puts on the jacket and grabs the briefcase and heads toward the door. He turns and speaks.
Immune: Sin City Saint, don’t think I have forgotten about you. I know me and you are going to meet in the center of the ring and duke it out like real men. Nothing is going to hold us back. We are going to be fighting for one thing that means so much to us. The North American Championship. I just want you to know, I am not going to take it easy on you. Whatever it takes to defeat you I will do it. Same stands for any other competitor that steps into the ring with me, a win is a win cheating or fair. A win is a win to the successor. So expect the unexpected when we face against each other Saint. I know you are going to have things under your sleeve and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Saint you and I are close, we are like brothers within the Impact Players. What you did to me at the ppv was just low. You made me submit in the middle of the ring to cost us to lose our match. Mistake? Definitely. On accident? Doubtful!
Immune opens the door and walks out. The door slams behind him. We walk over toward the door and open it and stand in the hallway. The door shuts behind us as we hear the electric lock, lock on the door. We come out of focus looking at Immune walking down the stairs and out the main door of the hotel room. We cut to Commercial.