Post by J-Mart on Jul 29, 2009 9:38:43 GMT -4
OOC: I know this is late. I overslept. Might as well post it anyways right?
Over the course of well, life itself, there have been moments when you just knew you would like something before you even see it. There have been moments when you experienced love at first sight. As humans, it is completely natural for us to favor something new over something old. And why have it any other way? Shit gets old after a while. Sometimes you just need a change. Why am I preaching this to you? Because just like your old TV, just like your old iPod, and just like your old video game console, wrestlers get old. Not only in the sense of age, but you just get sick of seeing them sometimes. And when that happens, you tend to look for new talent. A change of pace if you will. That’s where I come in. For those of you who don’t like new guys, I say, “Give us a chance.” There are many times when rookies such as myself have succeeded at what they do. You seem skeptical. Maybe some examples would change your mind. You know, maybe help you see things in a different light.
Joe is seen stretched out on his couch playing a video game. He is wearing a white Nike Tee that reads, “Just Do It“ in gray lettering. His jeans are a dark blue, carpenter style. He has a pair of AF1 Jordans on. The game that he is playing appears to be the newly released Madden 10 video game. He reaches for a can of Pepsi from his mini-fridge sitting in front of his couch. He opens the can with one hand, the other hand is being used to select a play on Madden. He takes a sip and places the can on the carpet next to the fridge. He appears to be sweating, and it couldn’t be from the heat because he has the air conditioning on full blast. It’s probably from the fact that he’s down 24 - 21 on his game. Joe wipes the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and lets out a sigh.
This is Clutch time. This is where legends are made. I’m down 24 - 21 here with 6 seconds left on the clock. I just used my last timeout, so this is for sure the last play of the game.
Joe is playing as the Falcons and is playing against the Ravens. He snaps the ball and throws deep across the middle of the field with Matt Ryan. Roddy White is his intended receiver. The ball is overthrown and Joe loses the game. He gets up and shouts, “This is bullshit!” He throws his controller at the wall, smashing it into pieces and leaving a large dent in his newly painted wall. He blurts out a couple more obscenities, and then falls back down on his couch.
Well, there goes my example for you guys. Never mind that. The point I was trying to get across was this; some of the most impressive feats in the world have come from rookies or youngsters in the world of sports. I mean, look at the game I just finished playing. That last pass was the only pass I didn’t complete in that game. I was playing as rookie of the year, Matt Ryan. And do you know why he’s so good on that game? It’s because he showed great leadership and other intangibles that helped lead that Falcons team to the playoffs. On the other side, I was playing against a Ravens team that also had an outstanding rookie QB that lead their team to the playoffs. Joe Flacco was phenomenal.
Joe stands up, grabs his Pepsi, and walks over to his television set to turn off his ps3. He then walks out of the room, taking a few more sips of his Pepsi before tossing it in the trash on his way out. He grabs a hat from his closet and puts it on,, tilting it slightly to the right. The hat is a New Era cap and has the New York Yankee logo printed on the front. The hat style is white on white.
It’s show time.
House Show…
The lighting in the arena dims as a countdown appears on the titon tron, starting at 5. Once the timer reaches 0, pyro goes off and 50 Cent's "Ok, You're Right" hits the PA. J-Mart casually strolls out onto the ramp with his nose in the air. Slapping a fans hand every now and then, J-Mart makes his way down the ramp, chomping away on his gum. He is mouthing the words to his entrance theme as he bounces around down the ramp. He leaps onto the ring apron and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle while still on the outside of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, closes his eyes, and raises one arm in the air. The cheers get louder and J-Mart jumps off the turnbuckle and into the ring. He gestures toward the ring announcer to give him a mic. He gets one and waits for the crowd to settle down a bit before raising the mic to his mouth.
Thank you all for the great welcome!
Crowd cheers.
Man, it feels good to finally make my APW debut!
More cheers.
This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. When I first called Jeff asking him if there was an opening, he was very cool about it. He said I could start right away, and so here I am.
Joe walks around the ring, soaking in the reaction from the crowd.
Now, some of you may have seen me at last weeks Rampage. That was my first show, and I thought going backstage to introduce myself to some of the other guys was a good idea. Apparently to some people, it wasn’t such a good idea. I tried introducing myself to Jason Royce.
Joe is interrupted with a sea of boos to the sound of Royce’s name.
And when I extended my arm, I’ve got to be honest, I expected a handshake. Instead, I got a “threat” from him. Now, I’m not saying Royce is a terrible wrestler, but when you have to ask for air time, I’d say your in-ring abilities aren’t as good as you think they are. And going around making little threats to new guys isn’t exactly what I’d call scouting the competition. I call that being a pussy.
Anyways, I’m not here to talk about Royce. I’m here to address my opponent at next week’s Rampage. There’s no doubt that Slade is going to be the stronger man going into this match. Hell, he may even be the more technical of the two of us. But I have one quality that is unmatched by him. My competitive edge. I’ve never given up on anything in my life, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to start now. I’ve worked too damn hard to get to where I am today. This match is going to be my chance to prove to the world that I deserve to be here. My chance to prove that Jeff signing me was not a bad move.
Joe lowers the mic to his thighs and just looks around the arena. He looks down and smirks before raising the mic back to his mouth.
I assure you ladies and gentlemen, I’m not going to turn my back on you like some of the other guys here. I’m going to represent this company in the best way I can. Giving you, the fans, what you paid to see is my goal here in the APW. As long as you’re all getting your moneys worth, I’m happy. And lucky for you fans, I know just the way to make you happy.
Joe removes his cap from his head and places it back on backwards. He gets a real big grin on his face. Revealing his diamond grill to the world.
And that would be by kicking Slade’s ass all over that arena!
The crowd bursts out in a sea of mixed reactions. It is obvious that a lot of the fans in attendance would prefer Slade over Joe to win the match. Joe covers his mouth with his hand and looks surprised.
Oh! I forgot! Some of you people actually like Slade! Well, to those of you Slade fans, I promise you this.
Joe’s smile just doesn’t seem to want to go away. He takes a look into the camera and winks.
I won’t hurt him too bad.
He tosses the mic out of the ring and rolls out underneath the ropes as his entrance theme blasts through the speakers. He walks backwards up the ramp, again mouthing the words to his theme song. Once he gets to the top of the ramp, he raises up his arms.
The crowd cheers.
Just Like they’ll cheer…
After my victory over Slade…
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Following the in-ring promo, Joe decides to head down to the drive thru at McDonalds. He orders a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese with a side of fries. He also takes a large Coke.
If you’re going to talk like a champion, you’ve got to eat like one too.
Joe drives on home and puts his car in the garage. He walks to his door to find a note tapped to it.
What the…
He rips off the note and begins to read it.
Dear Joe, good luck in your debut match Wednesday on Overdrive. I left a little something on your bed to help you out. Yours truly, Anonymous.
Joe walks in and immediately runs into his room, expecting an intruder to be in his bed. Instead, laying there on his bed, was a steroid shot.
Who the fuck would break into my house and leave some juice on my bed?
Joe throws the steroid in the garbage. And sits on his couch.
It would have to be someone I know. Someone who had keys to my house I guess. I don’t see any broken windows.
Joe glances over to his trash can.
Why would someone give me steroids?
The next day, Joe’s father stops by. Today was the day they were supposed to go out for breakfast. While waiting for his son to get ready, he grabs a banana from Joe’s kitchen and begins to snack on it. Once he finishes eating it, he walks over to the garbage can to throw away the banana peal. But when he looked in the garbage can, he saw the steroids in there and immediately jumped to conclusion. Joe walks into the kitchen.
Ready to go dad?
Yeah son. Let’s go.
They took Joe’s father’s car. On the way to where they were going to eat, which was Denny’s, Joe’s dad begins to hint around.
So, uh Joe. What do you think about the whole steroid situation in baseball?
Well, it’s sad really. I mean when A-Rod was found out, I was shocked. I really thought he was going to go on to become the all-time home run leader.
Joe’s father shakes his head in disappointment.
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The waitress comes by to take their order. The waitress appears to be in her late 30s to early 40s. She has her dark hair tied back. The way her eyes were squinted behind her glasses was an indication that her eyesight was not up to par.
What would you two gentlemen like?
Joe hands over his menu to the waitress.
I’ll just take a Grand Slam, thank you.
The waitress takes the menu and writes down the order on her pad.
And you sir?
Yeah, I’ll take one too.
Joe’s father hands over his menu as well.
Coming right up guys.
The waitress walks away.
So…Big match coming up eh?
Joe takes a sip of his coffee.
Yeah dad.
Take that stupid diamond thing out of your mouth. It looks like your wearing braces. When did it become so cool to have braces?
Joe laughs and just continues to drink his coffee.
Look Joe, I know you’ve been taking steroids.
Joe spits out his coffee all over the table.
Easy Joe! Watch what your doing! You almost burned me.
You think I’m taking steroids?
I don’t think, I know.
How?
Saw ‘em in your garbage.
No, no, no. Look dad, I’ll explain when we get home. Can we just finish breakfast?
Fine.
Once they arrive home, Joe shows his father the note that he saw on his door the other day.
Who would do that?
I have no clue.
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To be continued…
Joe is seen stretched out on his couch playing a video game. He is wearing a white Nike Tee that reads, “Just Do It“ in gray lettering. His jeans are a dark blue, carpenter style. He has a pair of AF1 Jordans on. The game that he is playing appears to be the newly released Madden 10 video game. He reaches for a can of Pepsi from his mini-fridge sitting in front of his couch. He opens the can with one hand, the other hand is being used to select a play on Madden. He takes a sip and places the can on the carpet next to the fridge. He appears to be sweating, and it couldn’t be from the heat because he has the air conditioning on full blast. It’s probably from the fact that he’s down 24 - 21 on his game. Joe wipes the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and lets out a sigh.
This is Clutch time. This is where legends are made. I’m down 24 - 21 here with 6 seconds left on the clock. I just used my last timeout, so this is for sure the last play of the game.
Joe is playing as the Falcons and is playing against the Ravens. He snaps the ball and throws deep across the middle of the field with Matt Ryan. Roddy White is his intended receiver. The ball is overthrown and Joe loses the game. He gets up and shouts, “This is bullshit!” He throws his controller at the wall, smashing it into pieces and leaving a large dent in his newly painted wall. He blurts out a couple more obscenities, and then falls back down on his couch.
Well, there goes my example for you guys. Never mind that. The point I was trying to get across was this; some of the most impressive feats in the world have come from rookies or youngsters in the world of sports. I mean, look at the game I just finished playing. That last pass was the only pass I didn’t complete in that game. I was playing as rookie of the year, Matt Ryan. And do you know why he’s so good on that game? It’s because he showed great leadership and other intangibles that helped lead that Falcons team to the playoffs. On the other side, I was playing against a Ravens team that also had an outstanding rookie QB that lead their team to the playoffs. Joe Flacco was phenomenal.
Joe stands up, grabs his Pepsi, and walks over to his television set to turn off his ps3. He then walks out of the room, taking a few more sips of his Pepsi before tossing it in the trash on his way out. He grabs a hat from his closet and puts it on,, tilting it slightly to the right. The hat is a New Era cap and has the New York Yankee logo printed on the front. The hat style is white on white.
It’s show time.
House Show…
The lighting in the arena dims as a countdown appears on the titon tron, starting at 5. Once the timer reaches 0, pyro goes off and 50 Cent's "Ok, You're Right" hits the PA. J-Mart casually strolls out onto the ramp with his nose in the air. Slapping a fans hand every now and then, J-Mart makes his way down the ramp, chomping away on his gum. He is mouthing the words to his entrance theme as he bounces around down the ramp. He leaps onto the ring apron and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle while still on the outside of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, closes his eyes, and raises one arm in the air. The cheers get louder and J-Mart jumps off the turnbuckle and into the ring. He gestures toward the ring announcer to give him a mic. He gets one and waits for the crowd to settle down a bit before raising the mic to his mouth.
Thank you all for the great welcome!
Crowd cheers.
Man, it feels good to finally make my APW debut!
More cheers.
This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. When I first called Jeff asking him if there was an opening, he was very cool about it. He said I could start right away, and so here I am.
Joe walks around the ring, soaking in the reaction from the crowd.
Now, some of you may have seen me at last weeks Rampage. That was my first show, and I thought going backstage to introduce myself to some of the other guys was a good idea. Apparently to some people, it wasn’t such a good idea. I tried introducing myself to Jason Royce.
Joe is interrupted with a sea of boos to the sound of Royce’s name.
And when I extended my arm, I’ve got to be honest, I expected a handshake. Instead, I got a “threat” from him. Now, I’m not saying Royce is a terrible wrestler, but when you have to ask for air time, I’d say your in-ring abilities aren’t as good as you think they are. And going around making little threats to new guys isn’t exactly what I’d call scouting the competition. I call that being a pussy.
Anyways, I’m not here to talk about Royce. I’m here to address my opponent at next week’s Rampage. There’s no doubt that Slade is going to be the stronger man going into this match. Hell, he may even be the more technical of the two of us. But I have one quality that is unmatched by him. My competitive edge. I’ve never given up on anything in my life, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to start now. I’ve worked too damn hard to get to where I am today. This match is going to be my chance to prove to the world that I deserve to be here. My chance to prove that Jeff signing me was not a bad move.
Joe lowers the mic to his thighs and just looks around the arena. He looks down and smirks before raising the mic back to his mouth.
I assure you ladies and gentlemen, I’m not going to turn my back on you like some of the other guys here. I’m going to represent this company in the best way I can. Giving you, the fans, what you paid to see is my goal here in the APW. As long as you’re all getting your moneys worth, I’m happy. And lucky for you fans, I know just the way to make you happy.
Joe removes his cap from his head and places it back on backwards. He gets a real big grin on his face. Revealing his diamond grill to the world.
And that would be by kicking Slade’s ass all over that arena!
The crowd bursts out in a sea of mixed reactions. It is obvious that a lot of the fans in attendance would prefer Slade over Joe to win the match. Joe covers his mouth with his hand and looks surprised.
Oh! I forgot! Some of you people actually like Slade! Well, to those of you Slade fans, I promise you this.
Joe’s smile just doesn’t seem to want to go away. He takes a look into the camera and winks.
I won’t hurt him too bad.
He tosses the mic out of the ring and rolls out underneath the ropes as his entrance theme blasts through the speakers. He walks backwards up the ramp, again mouthing the words to his theme song. Once he gets to the top of the ramp, he raises up his arms.
The crowd cheers.
Just Like they’ll cheer…
After my victory over Slade…
_____________________________
Following the in-ring promo, Joe decides to head down to the drive thru at McDonalds. He orders a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese with a side of fries. He also takes a large Coke.
If you’re going to talk like a champion, you’ve got to eat like one too.
Joe drives on home and puts his car in the garage. He walks to his door to find a note tapped to it.
What the…
He rips off the note and begins to read it.
Dear Joe, good luck in your debut match Wednesday on Overdrive. I left a little something on your bed to help you out. Yours truly, Anonymous.
Joe walks in and immediately runs into his room, expecting an intruder to be in his bed. Instead, laying there on his bed, was a steroid shot.
Who the fuck would break into my house and leave some juice on my bed?
Joe throws the steroid in the garbage. And sits on his couch.
It would have to be someone I know. Someone who had keys to my house I guess. I don’t see any broken windows.
Joe glances over to his trash can.
Why would someone give me steroids?
The next day, Joe’s father stops by. Today was the day they were supposed to go out for breakfast. While waiting for his son to get ready, he grabs a banana from Joe’s kitchen and begins to snack on it. Once he finishes eating it, he walks over to the garbage can to throw away the banana peal. But when he looked in the garbage can, he saw the steroids in there and immediately jumped to conclusion. Joe walks into the kitchen.
Ready to go dad?
Yeah son. Let’s go.
They took Joe’s father’s car. On the way to where they were going to eat, which was Denny’s, Joe’s dad begins to hint around.
So, uh Joe. What do you think about the whole steroid situation in baseball?
Well, it’s sad really. I mean when A-Rod was found out, I was shocked. I really thought he was going to go on to become the all-time home run leader.
Joe’s father shakes his head in disappointment.
____________________________________________
The waitress comes by to take their order. The waitress appears to be in her late 30s to early 40s. She has her dark hair tied back. The way her eyes were squinted behind her glasses was an indication that her eyesight was not up to par.
What would you two gentlemen like?
Joe hands over his menu to the waitress.
I’ll just take a Grand Slam, thank you.
The waitress takes the menu and writes down the order on her pad.
And you sir?
Yeah, I’ll take one too.
Joe’s father hands over his menu as well.
Coming right up guys.
The waitress walks away.
So…Big match coming up eh?
Joe takes a sip of his coffee.
Yeah dad.
Take that stupid diamond thing out of your mouth. It looks like your wearing braces. When did it become so cool to have braces?
Joe laughs and just continues to drink his coffee.
Look Joe, I know you’ve been taking steroids.
Joe spits out his coffee all over the table.
Easy Joe! Watch what your doing! You almost burned me.
You think I’m taking steroids?
I don’t think, I know.
How?
Saw ‘em in your garbage.
No, no, no. Look dad, I’ll explain when we get home. Can we just finish breakfast?
Fine.
Once they arrive home, Joe shows his father the note that he saw on his door the other day.
Who would do that?
I have no clue.
____________________________________________
To be continued…
