Post by carl on Dec 4, 2008 18:15:56 GMT -4
The scene opens on a suit of armor from the days of the Roman Empire. Encased by glass, the armor is suspended from narrow strings. Below it, a large ballistic shield and a sword are standing upright, braced by short poles.
Cage: They swept over the earth like a strong wind, sweeping away the power and influence of ancient civilizations. The technology of their day was revolutionary, and its impact was immeasureable. And in their famed Colosseums, people of all walks of life were unified in their lust for blood, and in the thrill of combat!
The view zooms out slightly, showing a man standing to the side of the case, turned toward it. As he turns around, the bright, intense eyes fix themselves on the camera. The man stands motionless for several seconds, until he finally lifts an arm toward the case.
Cage: Reason upon these things, take notes, and remember them well... because 2,000 years later, history is about to repeat! The entity that is this Matter Of Respect promotion, currently carrying a roster of scattered, individualistic competitors, will soon undergo a sweeping change. As the world was once ruled from a single city... Rome... wrestling will soon be ruled by one man.
The figure leans his back against the case, taking a more casual stance as he continues.
Cage: I figured it was only fair that I explain WHY I'm going to dominate this company. What makes me so confident? What do I have that all the rest lack?
Power, justice, wisdom, and love.
The Bible attributes them to God, and just as he reigns supreme in heaven, so too will I be the supreme presence in this business! Now... I'm not saying that I'm the only wrestler who's powerful, just, wise, or loving. Any one of these can be a great tool to those who excel in them, but for the supreme champion, it's all about the balance; all four, all at once... never dipping to deep into one and forsaking the rest.
Carl turns his back toward the armor, glancing at it briefly before turning back to the camera.
Cage: Power... so often mistaken as the be-all, end-all of wrestling. Guys spend years killin' themselves in the gym, trying to become as physically intimidating as possible. But I ask you, how many beefed-up barbarians have you seen slip in and out of focus in this business? How many giants and powerhouses get their token push, watch it fizzle, and become sideshow attractions on some B-team program?
Or, to take it another way... how about backstage power? We all know the type, dancing for the suits and playing them like fiddles... worming their way into positions of influence. Wrestlers who lost their appeal long ago, remaining in the spotlight thanks to friends and connections. The fans, are blind to the backstage world, still feel the negative impact of empty champions. How can you expect people to remain interested when the supposed "best" in the industry are void of passion?
Don't get me wrong... strength is a key aspect of any great wrestler as I should know, and backstage influence can be a good thing. But what is power without the wisdom to know how to use it? Without justice, will power not be horribly misused?
And love... who wants to see a powerful entity that does not love the business, or his self? It's probably the most detestable thing we've got.
The Essence Of Egotism steps forward, then turns to his right side and holds up a large, defined arm. The fabric of his long sleeve is stretched against the bicep as he slowly flexes.
Cage: I can end a man's life with my bare hands.I can shake a company to its core. I can dominate any wrestler in any setting. And backstage, I could hold all of you down on the sheer power of my presence. They don't come any better, any stronger, and any more valuable in this day and age then what you see right here.
Carl relaxes, resuming his more laid-back demeanor.
Cage: But like I said... the mark of a champion is balance, and my power is tempered by the wisdom of experience, my inborn sense of justice, and my love for myself and winning.
Now, I don't know a good portion of these boys and girls here in APW. However, I have to assume that if President Jeff had the good sense to recruit at me, then he's probably assembled a pretty nice group. I'm sure there's plenty among you whose cup runneth over with any one, two, and perhaps three of the qualities I've mentioned. But all four, in perfect balance?
Sorry kids... you don't measure up!
Turning his head to the other side, Cage's subtle body language denotes that he's turning his attention now to a new audience.
Cage: Only ONE other man on this roster can breathe that Main Event air with me. Only ONE other entity can say he's been to the top of the mountain, and has the qualities necessary to not only stand tall as a champion, but be the cornerstone for this new company.
Only one other man has the World Heavyweight Title.
Sabur... all I can say is...
You BETTER win at Christmas Choas! As I want to show the world and APW roster that I can beat you and will.
Carl pauses, letting the statement hang on the air. Diverting his eyes to the side now, Cage lets a little smirk creep across his face. His intensity cools, and a certain arrogant indifference now overtakes him.
Cage: Don't worry, Arcadia... I haven't forgotten you, nor am I looking past you. It wouldn't be hard, seeing as how you're barely a blip on the wrestling radar. But unfortunately for you, I'm not some dumb shmuck who lets anyone catch him off guard. You may think you're going to hit me with something I can't handle, love, but in the end... that very POWER that I've been talking about tonight will be all that I need.
Bottom line, Arcadia... you're 5'4", 127lbs. We're not even in the same WORLD of physicality, let alone the same weight class. You can jump and run all around that ring, but all I have to do is hit ONE move. It's going to take every kick, chop, flip, and spin you've got in you... PLUS a miracle... to get the job done.
I have earn't a reputation, it's far better then yours. And what's more, love...
I didn't get that rep by losing to trash like you.
Another smirk, this one with an added sneer of vicious resolve.
With that, Carl turns and walks out of sight, leaving the view on the antique armor as the scene fades out.
Cage: They swept over the earth like a strong wind, sweeping away the power and influence of ancient civilizations. The technology of their day was revolutionary, and its impact was immeasureable. And in their famed Colosseums, people of all walks of life were unified in their lust for blood, and in the thrill of combat!
The view zooms out slightly, showing a man standing to the side of the case, turned toward it. As he turns around, the bright, intense eyes fix themselves on the camera. The man stands motionless for several seconds, until he finally lifts an arm toward the case.
Cage: Reason upon these things, take notes, and remember them well... because 2,000 years later, history is about to repeat! The entity that is this Matter Of Respect promotion, currently carrying a roster of scattered, individualistic competitors, will soon undergo a sweeping change. As the world was once ruled from a single city... Rome... wrestling will soon be ruled by one man.
The figure leans his back against the case, taking a more casual stance as he continues.
Cage: I figured it was only fair that I explain WHY I'm going to dominate this company. What makes me so confident? What do I have that all the rest lack?
Power, justice, wisdom, and love.
The Bible attributes them to God, and just as he reigns supreme in heaven, so too will I be the supreme presence in this business! Now... I'm not saying that I'm the only wrestler who's powerful, just, wise, or loving. Any one of these can be a great tool to those who excel in them, but for the supreme champion, it's all about the balance; all four, all at once... never dipping to deep into one and forsaking the rest.
Carl turns his back toward the armor, glancing at it briefly before turning back to the camera.
Cage: Power... so often mistaken as the be-all, end-all of wrestling. Guys spend years killin' themselves in the gym, trying to become as physically intimidating as possible. But I ask you, how many beefed-up barbarians have you seen slip in and out of focus in this business? How many giants and powerhouses get their token push, watch it fizzle, and become sideshow attractions on some B-team program?
Or, to take it another way... how about backstage power? We all know the type, dancing for the suits and playing them like fiddles... worming their way into positions of influence. Wrestlers who lost their appeal long ago, remaining in the spotlight thanks to friends and connections. The fans, are blind to the backstage world, still feel the negative impact of empty champions. How can you expect people to remain interested when the supposed "best" in the industry are void of passion?
Don't get me wrong... strength is a key aspect of any great wrestler as I should know, and backstage influence can be a good thing. But what is power without the wisdom to know how to use it? Without justice, will power not be horribly misused?
And love... who wants to see a powerful entity that does not love the business, or his self? It's probably the most detestable thing we've got.
The Essence Of Egotism steps forward, then turns to his right side and holds up a large, defined arm. The fabric of his long sleeve is stretched against the bicep as he slowly flexes.
Cage: I can end a man's life with my bare hands.I can shake a company to its core. I can dominate any wrestler in any setting. And backstage, I could hold all of you down on the sheer power of my presence. They don't come any better, any stronger, and any more valuable in this day and age then what you see right here.
Carl relaxes, resuming his more laid-back demeanor.
Cage: But like I said... the mark of a champion is balance, and my power is tempered by the wisdom of experience, my inborn sense of justice, and my love for myself and winning.
Now, I don't know a good portion of these boys and girls here in APW. However, I have to assume that if President Jeff had the good sense to recruit at me, then he's probably assembled a pretty nice group. I'm sure there's plenty among you whose cup runneth over with any one, two, and perhaps three of the qualities I've mentioned. But all four, in perfect balance?
Sorry kids... you don't measure up!
Turning his head to the other side, Cage's subtle body language denotes that he's turning his attention now to a new audience.
Cage: Only ONE other man on this roster can breathe that Main Event air with me. Only ONE other entity can say he's been to the top of the mountain, and has the qualities necessary to not only stand tall as a champion, but be the cornerstone for this new company.
Only one other man has the World Heavyweight Title.
Sabur... all I can say is...
You BETTER win at Christmas Choas! As I want to show the world and APW roster that I can beat you and will.
Carl pauses, letting the statement hang on the air. Diverting his eyes to the side now, Cage lets a little smirk creep across his face. His intensity cools, and a certain arrogant indifference now overtakes him.
Cage: Don't worry, Arcadia... I haven't forgotten you, nor am I looking past you. It wouldn't be hard, seeing as how you're barely a blip on the wrestling radar. But unfortunately for you, I'm not some dumb shmuck who lets anyone catch him off guard. You may think you're going to hit me with something I can't handle, love, but in the end... that very POWER that I've been talking about tonight will be all that I need.
Bottom line, Arcadia... you're 5'4", 127lbs. We're not even in the same WORLD of physicality, let alone the same weight class. You can jump and run all around that ring, but all I have to do is hit ONE move. It's going to take every kick, chop, flip, and spin you've got in you... PLUS a miracle... to get the job done.
I have earn't a reputation, it's far better then yours. And what's more, love...
I didn't get that rep by losing to trash like you.
Another smirk, this one with an added sneer of vicious resolve.
With that, Carl turns and walks out of sight, leaving the view on the antique armor as the scene fades out.
