Post by Varga Zodd on Jan 17, 2008 0:00:38 GMT -4
"Ah, there they are."
The scene opens upon a well-appointed suite in Las Vegas' Imperial Palace hotel and casino. Lying face-down on a king-sized bed is a man of rather massive stature. He sits up, holding a pair of black tabi boots that have seen better days. Turning himself to sit upon the bed, he slides his feet into the boots with a smile upon his scarred - yet otherwise handsome - face.
"There we go. Just like it was yesterday."
Glancing up toward the camera that's now situated in his suite, the man grins.
"Action Packed Wrestling... it's time for everyone to stand up and take notice of the newest wrestler to ink a contract with President Jeff."
"Vinnie HaRdCoRe."
"It's been a couple of years since last I set foot in a professional wrestling ring, and I'm sure there's going to be some ring rust that some lucky son of an unnamed goat is going to try and take advantage of. Good luck with that."
"You see, I'm not coming to Action Packed Wrestling to lock up and trade holds or play any catch-as-catch-can game in the ring. I'm Vinnie HaRdCoRe. HaRdCoRe isn't just my name, it's my game and my claim to fame. I may not know a wristlock from a wristwatch, but once someone steps between the ropes with me, it's not going to matter."
"Am I here to win titles? Am I here to make friends? Whatever. I'll cross those bridges when I get to 'em. The first thing I plan on doing is kicking some unfortunate victim's teeth down his throat so hard they come out of his sphincter like machine gun fire. After that..."[/color]
Vinnie HaRdCoRe smirks at the thought of visiting violence upon someone as he shrugs his shoulders. Fade to black...
The scene opens upon a well-appointed suite in Las Vegas' Imperial Palace hotel and casino. Lying face-down on a king-sized bed is a man of rather massive stature. He sits up, holding a pair of black tabi boots that have seen better days. Turning himself to sit upon the bed, he slides his feet into the boots with a smile upon his scarred - yet otherwise handsome - face.
"There we go. Just like it was yesterday."
Glancing up toward the camera that's now situated in his suite, the man grins.
"Action Packed Wrestling... it's time for everyone to stand up and take notice of the newest wrestler to ink a contract with President Jeff."
"Vinnie HaRdCoRe."
"It's been a couple of years since last I set foot in a professional wrestling ring, and I'm sure there's going to be some ring rust that some lucky son of an unnamed goat is going to try and take advantage of. Good luck with that."
"You see, I'm not coming to Action Packed Wrestling to lock up and trade holds or play any catch-as-catch-can game in the ring. I'm Vinnie HaRdCoRe. HaRdCoRe isn't just my name, it's my game and my claim to fame. I may not know a wristlock from a wristwatch, but once someone steps between the ropes with me, it's not going to matter."
"Am I here to win titles? Am I here to make friends? Whatever. I'll cross those bridges when I get to 'em. The first thing I plan on doing is kicking some unfortunate victim's teeth down his throat so hard they come out of his sphincter like machine gun fire. After that..."[/color]
Vinnie HaRdCoRe smirks at the thought of visiting violence upon someone as he shrugs his shoulders. Fade to black...
