Post by The eXtremist on Dec 22, 2005 22:34:35 GMT -5
[Low Blow - RP#2][/u]
The scene fades clear open into the satanickly-lit basement of Valor. Water can be heard dripping silently from the ceiling and to the floor, making a puddle on the ground below. Not much can be heard of the basement but the dripping water. Until the sound of someone sniffing hard is heard. The camera focuses in on the long hallway to see a still picture of a man sitting on the wet-like floor of the basement. His upper body is naked, with the lights bouncing off of his muscles hard. His legs are covered with pants we can only guess are colored black. His white sneakers are shown in the light as well. With a single light shining down on his head, he tilts his head back, where the light shines down on his face, revealing it to be a tired and dreary Martin Paine. Paine looks depressed and out of it as the camera follows closely into his face.
Martin Paine: Are you sure you want to come near me? After all I have been a trifecta disease thats been infecting all of Valor and rocking its very foundation. Ever since I got here I've been labeled "the rookie kid" or "Rodney Paine's wet-behind-the-ears little brother". I'm sick of being called those. I wanted to be in Valor to make a damn point and prove my skills were needed in this place. But week after week people still don't know my name. It took me to do what I and many other people thought was the impossible - win #1 Contendership for the Valor Jr. Weight Title. There it was, my big chance. At Halloween Horror, I went pyscho on Ryan Young, Anthony Shadows, and Pohatu to reclaim that contract from the hanging Ultimate X and seal my fate to a title shot for the upcoming Jr. Title. Here's my chance...
Martin continues to tilt his head back, almost looking as if he's off in la-la-land dreaming about something. After many pivotal moments of total silence, the awkwardness ends as Martin tilts his head back forward.
Martin Paine: So there it is. I win at Horrors and become #1 Contender. After I lost the Young Lions Cup to Shane Quickenbosh, I thought it was over. I thought my chances of making it in Valor were over until Steven Lynch saw potential in me and offered me a 1 year thousand dollar contract. I was quick to sign. Not even looking back. But anyways, back to the story at hand, I was anxiously awaiting my chance to capture the Jr. Title. For weeks at a time I'd be given obstacles to jump over. Valor would throw great Jr. Weights at me, and many of Junior's made it clear in their promo's and their wrestling that they wanted my top spot. It was my job as #1 contender to do whatever possible to make sure I kept my title shot for whenever Valor decided to introduce the Jr. Title. Have I won all of my matches since becoming #1 Contender? Not really. But to say that I haven't earned my keep, my stay, my living in Valor is a total slap in the face to my ability!
Martin tries to keep his cool and not seem like a pyscho but ends up losing it in the moment and smashes his fist a pretty big box resting next to him. After moments of cooling himself down with breathing in and out, Martin finally lets out one big deep breath and gets back to speaking to the camera.
Martin Paine: For weeks, Steven Lynch and the rest of VWA have thrown the best, THE BEST Jr.'s at me. Whether it be Slam, Thunder, or on PPV, I've been forced to face them all. Will Dinero, Pohatu, Johnny Arsenic, Justyn Tyme, Havok, all of them have been put in my path. But my downfall happened at the hands of Havok. Everything was going great until it all ended with a stupid count out. I made nothing of it and just brushed my shoulders off with it. But then it came on Thunder, my biggest defeat in Valor - I lost to Will Dinero plain and simple. Even the commentators were questioning my motive's as #1 Contender and even thought a new contender would suit right. That was ridiculous if you ask me. I've put on nothing but excellent matches in Valor and made sure the people go home happy and satisfied, and I still get treated like crap for it?
At this point, Martin stands up quickly. He brushes off his back and sides, trying to see if he got any dirt on him. He brushes his hands off to make sure they don't have any dirt on them either. But soon that mini-cleansing period turns into a smirk on his pale face.
Martin Paine: Now I turn my attention to Havok. Its the big dance for the both of us. Its make or break time. At Holiday Havoc its him and me for the first ever VWA Jr. Heavyweight Title. The winner of this match goes home with their head raised high, the crowd behind them, the newest Valor belt in their grasp, and a more guarenteed paycheck. The loser... well they end up leaving the match with the crowd showing sympathy towards them, and maybe, just maybe, might be considered a #1 Contender for another possible title shot down the road. That just means you'll get another title shot after all the other Junior's are done getting theirs first. I've been dieing to get this shot for months at ease. I've gotten threw Deadly Encounters with you Havok by my side fighting WITH me against ATM. Next PPV your fighting AGAINST me. Scott Hall said it best with "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." What the hell am I saying? Scott Hall is a 50 year old drunk who's prime years passed in 1996. I've got nothing else to lose. But you, you lost something important didn't you? Oh right, your Grandmother?
I'm sorry, that was probably a low blow. I went straight to the dick button on that one by bringing your dead grandmother into the equation, didn't I? Well I figure if your going to treat her like dirt by yelling your guts out at her she might as well not bother living the rest of her ghostly soul out threw you. Havok, you try to be all dark, grundy, and emo. Thinking your all alone in this crazy messed up world, thinking you have it all figured out. Well guess what you Chemical Romance-reject, the one thing you have figured out, I changed the question up on. And since your confessing out your guts at a funeral, I might as well be the right person to correct you and say that your a dunce cap for calling the "Junior Heavyweight Title" the "Light Heavyweight Title". That belt is a former WWE stow-a-way and tarnished the career's of who are now WWE's jobbers. The Jr. Division is nothing short of athleticism at its finest and it doesn't get any better than here at Valor. I'm not trying to establish myself as a company kiss-ass, but its best I call it like I see it. And how I see it is Havok coming into Holiday Havoc as the challenger, and leaving the loser.
Martin begins to make a pounding noise with his fist into his palm before cracking his knuckles on both hands.
Martin Paine: Nothing would be better than making your ass tap to an Ultimate Paine, and showing my pure dominence over you. But what would that prove if I just simply beat you like a wounded polar bear and got the easy victory? No. I wanna pick you apart. I wanna break you down mentally, and then wear you down physically so the only thing left for you to do inside the ring is to just fall over like a stack of paper and let me pin you and become Jr. Champion. Because lets face it, you don't want it as bad as I do. For years you've never lived in someone's shadow as much as I have and never showed as much heart and compassion as I have to become a champion and join the elite group of men in Valor who have held belts. Chad West, Creeper, Hardcastle, Immune, Zmaster, Bailey, they have all held gold before. And eventually I will join them in the ranks as THE FIRST, THE GREATEST, AND THE BEST Valor Jr. Heavyweight Champion.
Basking in his own moment of glory, Martin does a Rock-esque taunt where he lifts his head into the air and closes his eyes, smelling something. He tilts his head back down and opens his eyes.
Martin Paine: And you can bring Dinero with you, because if he wants a piece of me, I won't stop him from getting at me - it will just be his funeral. Only one man can walk out of Holiday Havoc with the title belt in their hands, and I'll give you a hint as to who that person is - its the one who isn't related to a person who is lieing face up in a casket realizing what a failure of a grandson they've raised.
Now that was a low blow.
The scene fades out to the picture of Martin exiting the basement threw the door on the side of him. Fade out to black.
OOC - Feedback, yay, nay? Too much of a low blow?
The scene fades clear open into the satanickly-lit basement of Valor. Water can be heard dripping silently from the ceiling and to the floor, making a puddle on the ground below. Not much can be heard of the basement but the dripping water. Until the sound of someone sniffing hard is heard. The camera focuses in on the long hallway to see a still picture of a man sitting on the wet-like floor of the basement. His upper body is naked, with the lights bouncing off of his muscles hard. His legs are covered with pants we can only guess are colored black. His white sneakers are shown in the light as well. With a single light shining down on his head, he tilts his head back, where the light shines down on his face, revealing it to be a tired and dreary Martin Paine. Paine looks depressed and out of it as the camera follows closely into his face.
Martin Paine: Are you sure you want to come near me? After all I have been a trifecta disease thats been infecting all of Valor and rocking its very foundation. Ever since I got here I've been labeled "the rookie kid" or "Rodney Paine's wet-behind-the-ears little brother". I'm sick of being called those. I wanted to be in Valor to make a damn point and prove my skills were needed in this place. But week after week people still don't know my name. It took me to do what I and many other people thought was the impossible - win #1 Contendership for the Valor Jr. Weight Title. There it was, my big chance. At Halloween Horror, I went pyscho on Ryan Young, Anthony Shadows, and Pohatu to reclaim that contract from the hanging Ultimate X and seal my fate to a title shot for the upcoming Jr. Title. Here's my chance...
Martin continues to tilt his head back, almost looking as if he's off in la-la-land dreaming about something. After many pivotal moments of total silence, the awkwardness ends as Martin tilts his head back forward.
Martin Paine: So there it is. I win at Horrors and become #1 Contender. After I lost the Young Lions Cup to Shane Quickenbosh, I thought it was over. I thought my chances of making it in Valor were over until Steven Lynch saw potential in me and offered me a 1 year thousand dollar contract. I was quick to sign. Not even looking back. But anyways, back to the story at hand, I was anxiously awaiting my chance to capture the Jr. Title. For weeks at a time I'd be given obstacles to jump over. Valor would throw great Jr. Weights at me, and many of Junior's made it clear in their promo's and their wrestling that they wanted my top spot. It was my job as #1 contender to do whatever possible to make sure I kept my title shot for whenever Valor decided to introduce the Jr. Title. Have I won all of my matches since becoming #1 Contender? Not really. But to say that I haven't earned my keep, my stay, my living in Valor is a total slap in the face to my ability!
Martin tries to keep his cool and not seem like a pyscho but ends up losing it in the moment and smashes his fist a pretty big box resting next to him. After moments of cooling himself down with breathing in and out, Martin finally lets out one big deep breath and gets back to speaking to the camera.
Martin Paine: For weeks, Steven Lynch and the rest of VWA have thrown the best, THE BEST Jr.'s at me. Whether it be Slam, Thunder, or on PPV, I've been forced to face them all. Will Dinero, Pohatu, Johnny Arsenic, Justyn Tyme, Havok, all of them have been put in my path. But my downfall happened at the hands of Havok. Everything was going great until it all ended with a stupid count out. I made nothing of it and just brushed my shoulders off with it. But then it came on Thunder, my biggest defeat in Valor - I lost to Will Dinero plain and simple. Even the commentators were questioning my motive's as #1 Contender and even thought a new contender would suit right. That was ridiculous if you ask me. I've put on nothing but excellent matches in Valor and made sure the people go home happy and satisfied, and I still get treated like crap for it?
At this point, Martin stands up quickly. He brushes off his back and sides, trying to see if he got any dirt on him. He brushes his hands off to make sure they don't have any dirt on them either. But soon that mini-cleansing period turns into a smirk on his pale face.
Martin Paine: Now I turn my attention to Havok. Its the big dance for the both of us. Its make or break time. At Holiday Havoc its him and me for the first ever VWA Jr. Heavyweight Title. The winner of this match goes home with their head raised high, the crowd behind them, the newest Valor belt in their grasp, and a more guarenteed paycheck. The loser... well they end up leaving the match with the crowd showing sympathy towards them, and maybe, just maybe, might be considered a #1 Contender for another possible title shot down the road. That just means you'll get another title shot after all the other Junior's are done getting theirs first. I've been dieing to get this shot for months at ease. I've gotten threw Deadly Encounters with you Havok by my side fighting WITH me against ATM. Next PPV your fighting AGAINST me. Scott Hall said it best with "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." What the hell am I saying? Scott Hall is a 50 year old drunk who's prime years passed in 1996. I've got nothing else to lose. But you, you lost something important didn't you? Oh right, your Grandmother?
I'm sorry, that was probably a low blow. I went straight to the dick button on that one by bringing your dead grandmother into the equation, didn't I? Well I figure if your going to treat her like dirt by yelling your guts out at her she might as well not bother living the rest of her ghostly soul out threw you. Havok, you try to be all dark, grundy, and emo. Thinking your all alone in this crazy messed up world, thinking you have it all figured out. Well guess what you Chemical Romance-reject, the one thing you have figured out, I changed the question up on. And since your confessing out your guts at a funeral, I might as well be the right person to correct you and say that your a dunce cap for calling the "Junior Heavyweight Title" the "Light Heavyweight Title". That belt is a former WWE stow-a-way and tarnished the career's of who are now WWE's jobbers. The Jr. Division is nothing short of athleticism at its finest and it doesn't get any better than here at Valor. I'm not trying to establish myself as a company kiss-ass, but its best I call it like I see it. And how I see it is Havok coming into Holiday Havoc as the challenger, and leaving the loser.
Martin begins to make a pounding noise with his fist into his palm before cracking his knuckles on both hands.
Martin Paine: Nothing would be better than making your ass tap to an Ultimate Paine, and showing my pure dominence over you. But what would that prove if I just simply beat you like a wounded polar bear and got the easy victory? No. I wanna pick you apart. I wanna break you down mentally, and then wear you down physically so the only thing left for you to do inside the ring is to just fall over like a stack of paper and let me pin you and become Jr. Champion. Because lets face it, you don't want it as bad as I do. For years you've never lived in someone's shadow as much as I have and never showed as much heart and compassion as I have to become a champion and join the elite group of men in Valor who have held belts. Chad West, Creeper, Hardcastle, Immune, Zmaster, Bailey, they have all held gold before. And eventually I will join them in the ranks as THE FIRST, THE GREATEST, AND THE BEST Valor Jr. Heavyweight Champion.
Basking in his own moment of glory, Martin does a Rock-esque taunt where he lifts his head into the air and closes his eyes, smelling something. He tilts his head back down and opens his eyes.
Martin Paine: And you can bring Dinero with you, because if he wants a piece of me, I won't stop him from getting at me - it will just be his funeral. Only one man can walk out of Holiday Havoc with the title belt in their hands, and I'll give you a hint as to who that person is - its the one who isn't related to a person who is lieing face up in a casket realizing what a failure of a grandson they've raised.
Now that was a low blow.
The scene fades out to the picture of Martin exiting the basement threw the door on the side of him. Fade out to black.
OOC - Feedback, yay, nay? Too much of a low blow?
