Post by Demon on Aug 28, 2011 14:06:14 GMT -4
(ooc: Sorry, didn’t realized I missed the deadline, but posting this anyway even if it doesn’t count. Had allot of issues this week… anyway, here it is…)
*A small room with a throne like chair, walls of cement, possibly cinder blocks, is there the scene opens. Obvious spots of moisture can be seen in sections of the wall, a small trickle of water can be seen rolling down the corner, darkening the wall beneath in its wake. A quarter dozen sconces hold small torches, the only source of illumination in this small dank room. The shadows of the throne and the Demon, who is sitting in it, dance frivolously on the wall as the flames of the torches jump and flicker. The Demon looks to our camera with a serious look.*
“Last week was mildly disheartening. I stood toe to toe with Johnny Brown and Tommy Knoxville and lost the match because I was outside the ring when the pin was made. Johnny’s already jumped on the early camera time to point that out though hasn’t he? But that was a week ago, and in less than a week I’ll have a chance to remedy that situation myself., only now there a half dozen more people in the ring with us. Maybe if we’re lucky it might even be myself and the Brit as the last two standing so we can slug it out one on one for that chance at some gold… oh wait… Johnny doesn’t care about gold, so this match likely means very little to him. Looks like he’s had a change of heart now that he’s in a position to earn a shot at, earning a shot, to contend for a title. Oh yes, you are in the lime light Johnny, soak it up.”
*An eye roll from the Demon isn’t even attempted to be covered up, with that he gives his head a shake, apparently moving on with the topic.*
“Yes that’s what its all about, isn’t it? See if we can out survive 6 of out competitors, not even WIN the battle royal, so that we can slug it out again later in the evening, and to the victor, the title shot… and my old time friend, Jason Kash. That is if we can all endure the treacherous threats of pain, promised by Mike Morrison. Yes Mike, I took the time to watch your promotional video a couple hours ago. Look it princess, I think with that threat you are officially the 279th person to promise me pain in the ring, and for the 279th time I’m going to explain this. This is the wrestling industry you have stepped into. It’s an industry where two people intend to get in a ring and beat the ever loving piss out of one another on a nightly basis, your threat of pain in this type of environment is the equivalent of a NASCAR racer stating that he’s going to go out there and drive really fast. So shut the fuck up, and stop promising me pain! Get our there and knock me out, plain and simple, causing pain is going to get you as far as fuelling up with corn syrup before the big race.”
*He shifts in his seat, taking a moment to ponder the meaningless moments of drabble he listened to earlier in the day, and sort out which one he needs to touch on next.*
“How about making empty promises to mama Hitch that you’re not going to get hurt? Big mistake, now with all due respect, you being linked to a good friend of mine and all, walking into a match like this, like I just explained, you are going to get hurt. Its not a threat, it’s a plain and simple fact.”
“Perhaps more concerning however is this unhealthy fascination Knoxville has with the past. I’m not saying Influential Minds wasn’t the greatest this to grace the TcW, but man, let it be. Even if we revitalize it now, it’s not going to be what it was 4 years ago, maybe it will be better than ever. But get your head focused, because as of right now there is no Influential Minds, do you understand? That team died back in TcW days, and in case you haven’t noticed, this is APW now. You’re only doing this to yourself now, and you don’t even notice it anymore, it’s a dream, a real dream, but still a dream none the less… a dream of a past your clinging onto like that roach between your lips, yet another thing killing any shot at a career you have right now. See, people like Kash knew how to keep his habits at bay, not let it control him, yet here you are Tommy, rolling out of bed, probably mid after noon, dwelling on your former glory instead of what the future hold, and lighting the dope right away. You have to grow up and clean up before you can shut up or put up. I saw how you looked last time I was in the ring with you Knox, and I was disappointed, a little detoxification might do you wonders. You’re a mess.”
*He shakes his head briefly, reaching down beside his seat for a large bottle of water, taking a deep gulp before setting it back where it was.*
“Its easy to get tied up in the past, perhaps it’s the real reason I returned back to action. Not long ago I recall Johnny Brown mention about reliving my last loss, making excuses for it or manning up to it, which is it? Neither. Truth is, its what I needed I think. Knoxville made mention of my career as it was four damned years ago, a night that I did the job. The night I had enough of carrying around 15 pounds of tainted gold, symbolizing the top of the ladder for an organisation being ran by filth and scum. A place ran by Tony Salieri himself. I know, the name means nothing to people here, maybe that’s because he was never as big as he thought he was, as is his company was likely a front for him and his Mafioso friends anyway. Still the last time I was in the ring I dropped that title on the group, and lay flat on my back for Knuckles to pick up an easy win. But in the record books it was just a loss.”
*He sighs deeply*
“Four damned years later, and I find myself sitting at home one day and on my TV what do I see? Jason Kash, still in action. The memories all flooded back, so yeah, maybe I’m a hypocrite myself, preaching letting the past be. But still, here I am, and in true fashion, getting my chance to prove I deserve gold around my waist right away. Last week I got my wake up call, apparently I’m not all invincible, nobody is, but I’ll be damned if I let people walk into that ring thinking finishing me off is going to take anything less than their ‘A plus… plus… game.’”
*He continues talking but the sound cuts out, as it does static overtakes the scene, a promo obviously not completed, barely a beginning, but his silence at least broken.*
*A small room with a throne like chair, walls of cement, possibly cinder blocks, is there the scene opens. Obvious spots of moisture can be seen in sections of the wall, a small trickle of water can be seen rolling down the corner, darkening the wall beneath in its wake. A quarter dozen sconces hold small torches, the only source of illumination in this small dank room. The shadows of the throne and the Demon, who is sitting in it, dance frivolously on the wall as the flames of the torches jump and flicker. The Demon looks to our camera with a serious look.*
“Last week was mildly disheartening. I stood toe to toe with Johnny Brown and Tommy Knoxville and lost the match because I was outside the ring when the pin was made. Johnny’s already jumped on the early camera time to point that out though hasn’t he? But that was a week ago, and in less than a week I’ll have a chance to remedy that situation myself., only now there a half dozen more people in the ring with us. Maybe if we’re lucky it might even be myself and the Brit as the last two standing so we can slug it out one on one for that chance at some gold… oh wait… Johnny doesn’t care about gold, so this match likely means very little to him. Looks like he’s had a change of heart now that he’s in a position to earn a shot at, earning a shot, to contend for a title. Oh yes, you are in the lime light Johnny, soak it up.”
*An eye roll from the Demon isn’t even attempted to be covered up, with that he gives his head a shake, apparently moving on with the topic.*
“Yes that’s what its all about, isn’t it? See if we can out survive 6 of out competitors, not even WIN the battle royal, so that we can slug it out again later in the evening, and to the victor, the title shot… and my old time friend, Jason Kash. That is if we can all endure the treacherous threats of pain, promised by Mike Morrison. Yes Mike, I took the time to watch your promotional video a couple hours ago. Look it princess, I think with that threat you are officially the 279th person to promise me pain in the ring, and for the 279th time I’m going to explain this. This is the wrestling industry you have stepped into. It’s an industry where two people intend to get in a ring and beat the ever loving piss out of one another on a nightly basis, your threat of pain in this type of environment is the equivalent of a NASCAR racer stating that he’s going to go out there and drive really fast. So shut the fuck up, and stop promising me pain! Get our there and knock me out, plain and simple, causing pain is going to get you as far as fuelling up with corn syrup before the big race.”
*He shifts in his seat, taking a moment to ponder the meaningless moments of drabble he listened to earlier in the day, and sort out which one he needs to touch on next.*
“How about making empty promises to mama Hitch that you’re not going to get hurt? Big mistake, now with all due respect, you being linked to a good friend of mine and all, walking into a match like this, like I just explained, you are going to get hurt. Its not a threat, it’s a plain and simple fact.”
“Perhaps more concerning however is this unhealthy fascination Knoxville has with the past. I’m not saying Influential Minds wasn’t the greatest this to grace the TcW, but man, let it be. Even if we revitalize it now, it’s not going to be what it was 4 years ago, maybe it will be better than ever. But get your head focused, because as of right now there is no Influential Minds, do you understand? That team died back in TcW days, and in case you haven’t noticed, this is APW now. You’re only doing this to yourself now, and you don’t even notice it anymore, it’s a dream, a real dream, but still a dream none the less… a dream of a past your clinging onto like that roach between your lips, yet another thing killing any shot at a career you have right now. See, people like Kash knew how to keep his habits at bay, not let it control him, yet here you are Tommy, rolling out of bed, probably mid after noon, dwelling on your former glory instead of what the future hold, and lighting the dope right away. You have to grow up and clean up before you can shut up or put up. I saw how you looked last time I was in the ring with you Knox, and I was disappointed, a little detoxification might do you wonders. You’re a mess.”
*He shakes his head briefly, reaching down beside his seat for a large bottle of water, taking a deep gulp before setting it back where it was.*
“Its easy to get tied up in the past, perhaps it’s the real reason I returned back to action. Not long ago I recall Johnny Brown mention about reliving my last loss, making excuses for it or manning up to it, which is it? Neither. Truth is, its what I needed I think. Knoxville made mention of my career as it was four damned years ago, a night that I did the job. The night I had enough of carrying around 15 pounds of tainted gold, symbolizing the top of the ladder for an organisation being ran by filth and scum. A place ran by Tony Salieri himself. I know, the name means nothing to people here, maybe that’s because he was never as big as he thought he was, as is his company was likely a front for him and his Mafioso friends anyway. Still the last time I was in the ring I dropped that title on the group, and lay flat on my back for Knuckles to pick up an easy win. But in the record books it was just a loss.”
*He sighs deeply*
“Four damned years later, and I find myself sitting at home one day and on my TV what do I see? Jason Kash, still in action. The memories all flooded back, so yeah, maybe I’m a hypocrite myself, preaching letting the past be. But still, here I am, and in true fashion, getting my chance to prove I deserve gold around my waist right away. Last week I got my wake up call, apparently I’m not all invincible, nobody is, but I’ll be damned if I let people walk into that ring thinking finishing me off is going to take anything less than their ‘A plus… plus… game.’”
*He continues talking but the sound cuts out, as it does static overtakes the scene, a promo obviously not completed, barely a beginning, but his silence at least broken.*