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| Believe The Hype....; Everyone Should... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 21 2005, 11:24 PM (76 Views) | |
| Infamy | Jan 21 2005, 11:24 PM Post #1 |
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Scene opens in a very spacious locker room. some extremely swanky locker room somewhere within the Reynolds Coliseum, a couple of leather couches, plasma hanging on the wall and a huge buffet of fresh fruit and other foody stuffs laid out on a couple of tables to the side of the room, Carlos steps into the scene...shirtless just wearing training pants he grabs a glass and pours some JD takes a sip and looks over at the camera nodding slightly CK: Ya know. Last week was just a small taste of exactly what "The Hype" can do...just like that *Carlos snaps his fingers* sure not as fast as semi automatic but it gets the job done all the same Carlos smirks at the last comment taking another sip of JD, he places the glass back down on the table and walks over to one of the leather couches picking up one of the baggy T Shirts that lays over the arm, he pulls it over his head before moving back to the table and his Jack Daniels and coke CK: First things first coz ima busy man, I got people to see and bitches to fuck..everyone wants a piece of "The Hype" I see the card and Carlos Kane is not amused, what id like to know is why the hell is the MVP, the rating grabber, the T shirt seller, the damn reason people come and watch this shit. Not in the main event? you think this is some Easy D shit? some lil motha'fucka gettin his ass handed to him week in week out? negro please! Carlos slightly more animated takes the glass and wonders back over to the couch and sits down, switching on the plasma flipping through a few channels CK: Nah I aint goin down like that. What makes me laugh is this whole Chris Maclay thing, this motha'fucker man, you just dont get it do you? gettin all up in my grill like you beefin with me, boy you dont want none of that I end motha'fuckas man, you go ask Rage about Carlos Kane, I just ended him, hes a bum, a drunk, a failure he aint got nothin left, heres a lil lesson for ya lil man, first rule of a hostile takeover, you go after the big dog the one all the insignifficant motha'fuckas look upto, the legend the hall of famer, you wanna make an impact, you want nigg*s takin notice, you kill the biggest dog in the yard, you cut the head off and then the rest fall in line like the pack of dogs they are, people dont want beef with Hype, Hype ends careers man. You just go ask that lil sweet ass "you know who" about Carlos Kane Carlos looks straight down the camera teasing Maclay, taunting him, Carlos smiles and then places the glass down on the glass table before him eyes narrow the smirk turns into a scowl he stares down the camera causing the camera man to back up just a little CK: Max, Max, Max! *shaking his head* Boy you got some death wish...you go off and request a match with me? WITH ME! you just dont know when to quit you want The Hype to beat you left, beat you right, beat you up down round and round corner to corner pillar to post, you want this Max? you want your face splattered all over North Carolina, thats what it seems like to me Max? I beat the motha'fucka he gets some bitch to fuck around with entrance music so he rolls up The Hype and steals his FSC title belt, does he stop there. NO. Once again he runs his mouth playa hatin on Hype, so I beat the motha'fucka AGAIN, but there seems to be some misscommunication between my fist and his mouth coz the sum'bitch keeps mouthin off with shit he shouldnt of said, now this another match with Carlos Kane, do I have to carry your sorry ass through a match again. Max I have shit to do man, titles to win I dont have time to be fuckin with your low class ass, squaring up to me like you on my level, bitch you aint even gotta level! Carlos takes downs the rest of the JD and slams it back down on the table he stands and strokes the underside of his chin nodding his head CK: Max this Tuesday im gonna show you exactly why im the biggest name in this industry, why im the motha'fuckin wolf and yall the motha'fuckin sheep, this Tuesday Max, Carlos Kane shows you exactly why your not on my level! Tuesday Max all the frontin stops. Carlos moves closer to the camera man backing him up into the buffet table towering over the now scared shitless camera operator CK: Believe The Hype......ITS REAL! Extreme closeup of those eyes that smirk on the lips he oozes confidence, hes a cokcy bastard, he snarls at the camera as the scene...finally begins to fade |
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| Max Corona | Jan 22 2005, 04:35 AM Post #2 |
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Moments after the “Hype’s” promo and the capacity crowd of the Reynolds Coliseum are buzzing with anticipation. Waiting for a response from Mr. TNT himself, and then the house lights dim emerging the arena in total darkness. [align=center]KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM![/align] Explosions erupt from the stage, engulfing it with Smoke, and Three Days Grace’s “Just Like You” begins to play through the PA system. The house lights come back up, and lasers blast through the cloud of Smoke, and highlight the silhouette of Max Corona as he poses on the stage with out stretched arms, and much like the pyros that exploded a moment before, the fans explode with cheers for one of their favorite superstars. [align=center] I COULD BE MEAN, I COULD BE ANGRY YOU KNOW I COULD BE JUST LIKE YOU![/align] TM: BORING! Wake me when this is finished. JH: You know just a few months ago you where cheering for Max. TM: That was because he was with Madison, and well now he doesn’t. Max takes off from the stage at a quick pace, and then hurdles the top rope, and then climbs a turnbuckle posing again for the fans, and they eat it up! Max who is dressed in his warm up attire, calls for a microphone from Michael Anderson, who in turn tosses one in the ring for Max to catch, and he does. Max slowly brings the Mic to his lips as the cheers die down. Max: Hello Raleigh, North Carolina! *cheep pop.* It seems that I have to clear something up with Hype. For one, get over it I beat you once, and you beat me once, regardless of why the out comes came out the way they did, just get over yourself for one minute. Secondly, I did NOT request this match with you Kane, it was just how miss high and mighty Madison booked the card. You must have your head so far up your ass Kane that you don’t remember it was Madison who screwed me out of the FSC when I was in a fatal four way match, and in turn lead to her and I going our separate ways, also freeing her up for your man J.J. to swoop up on my sloppy seconds. Ok, now that I am done with my little history lesson here, lets look to the future, and how I, Max Corona, am going to kick your ass around Raleigh. The fans like Max, dislike Hype, and in turn they cheer the roof off the Coliseum. TM: Max has it backwards, it’s Kane who’s going be kicking Corona’s ass all around the ring, you can belee dat my homie. JH: Please get a life! TM: I do have a life, besides I am representing the Franchise Playas, I thought you knew. Max: Now then, Hype, you want to poke your nose where it doesn’t belong, and interrupt a dispute that Chris Maclay and I have. You’ve came down and interfered in my match with him two weeks ago, causing me to get pinned, yet I wasn’t even the legal man. I digress, so why was it, that you had to come down and cost me a well earned win? I can think of two reasons. Number one, you have some bizarre crush on Kennedy, and inflicting pain is your way to show it, or number two, you’re jealous of me and the fact that I do have a relationship with Kennedy. Face it your jealous of me, I mean after all I do have these fans— Max is cut off by another eruption from the crowd. JH: The fans here in the Reynolds Coliseum love Max. TM: Pfft. They’re just being nice because they know that Max is going to get killed by Carlos Kane. Max: Thank you. I have held a FIW title seven times in my two years here. But that isn’t why you hate me, am I right? You hate me because you fear me, but I am the one who fears you Hype. Yeah I am going to admit it. I fear you because you’re sloppy, you’re dangerous, and someday Hype, you’re going to fuck up and end someone’s career. Hell I’ve seen some backyard wrestlers perform a better Suplex than you can. Face it, you can’t out wrestle me, so you have to brawl at me. Max paces around the ring, gathering his thoughts. Max: Now I have a message for Chris Maclay, if you can’t wait for our next meeting, and you have to come on out here and pull an “I am the Hype, I am the Franchise, and I don’t get enough TV time,” and try to poke you nose in what is now my business, rest assured that I will march down that ramp and cost you your match. Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth, that is the way I see it. Max looks around the arena, looking at all the Max posters that the fans threw together for support, some done last minute with out much thought, and other's some of the fans really put a lot of effort in to. It's all the same to Max, he loves the support that he recieves. Max: Well ladies and gentlemen, that is all I have. Despite my feelings for Madison, she booked one hell of a show. So enjoy it, and I’ll be seeing you all later. Max hands Michael Anderson the mic, before exiting the ring and heading back up the ramp, as “Just Like You,” hits the speakers again. Fade. |
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| Infamy | Jan 22 2005, 10:01 PM Post #3 |
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A few hours have passed since we caught up with Carlos in the comfot of his luxury locker room, in that time hes had chance to get out and experience the ladie...err the scenery of Raleigh, set up a few meetings, buy a new car drink some Jack and curiously enough time for Max Corona to not only diss "The Hype" but piss him off aswell...not a good combination... ....We join Carlos re entering the building via the parking lot, locking up the sleek black Hummer "Hype" Special Edition H2 which was featured in shopzone not to long agao by the way, he chats on the phone as Toby Bostock, seemingly the only person on the TNT staff thats around when theres an opportunity for an Interview with Carlos Kane, he approaches slowly as Carlos pushes passed the glass doors and back into the Reynolds Coliseum... CK: Yeah yeah sall good, so that meetings set up then, with Fox an we got New Line at what.......5 eastern, yeah sall good J, nah I got this, oh dont you worry this motha'fucka gonna regret opening his mouth......yeah ill catchya J Carlos hangs up and places the phone in his back pocket, he sighs as he sees Toby approaching knowing exactly whats coming he puffs his cheeks, stops and leans on the wall CK: DONT EVEN START!! Toby stops dead in his tracks, pointing at himself in a "what, me?" kind of way. Carlos just snarls and begins to walk over, motioning for him to get it over and done with and make it damn quick TB: Carlos Kane this Tuesday you go one on one with Max Corona, your thoughts.......... Carlos snatches the mic from Toby the mere mention Max Corona sees the anger build up inside the Detroit native, he snarls and pushes Toby to the side and stands defiant in front of the camera CK: This is a Hype only interview little man... Toby slams into the wall, hes unhurt he just dusts himelf down slightly and looks on as Carlos takes charge, his cocky demeanor penetrating every pore, you look and can only stand in awe at the confidence of the man CK: I expected a reply, ya know. I sat there an watched as you played up to the fans, flexed your muscles, you looked pretty impressive.... Carlos's flexes as he takes a step closer towards the cameraman CK: THEN, you opened your mouth. dissing "The Hype" frontin in the ring mean buggin, running your mouth saying your gonna kick my ass, saying "The Hype" is sloppy? that im scared of you? Carlos strokes the underside of his chin, lifting the trademark black hat...this usually singnifies hes pissed off, thats the power of the hat, he strokes his head seemingly baffled by this remark CK: Im not here to look pretty Max, IM NOT here to play up to those morons at ringside, IM NOT HERE to win popularity contests, IM HERE MOTHA'FUCKA TO WIN! I dont care how its done, sloppy suplex or not....its survival of fittest motha'fucka, I DO fuck up peoples careers its the only way to make stupid motha'fuckas like you take notice, eyeing up Carlos Kane wishing you were me, im a 25 million dollar juggernaut motha'fucka they cant print money fast enough, im this sports entertainments MVP im paying your wages right now motha'fucka. Carlos steps closer to the camera man backing him up even more, walking confidently stalking the camera as he talks CK: Im sick of playing games, toning down the style to accomodate less talented motha'fuckas like you, carry your sorry ass for 15 minutes. This Tuesday im going to make you scream like the bitch you are, your gonna beg "The Hype" to make the hurting stop, your a pussy Max, a fake, apologise to your fans, your lying to them, lying to yourself thinking you can hang with "The Hype", Hypes a legend, your just a fuckin pussy thats never gonna make it! Carlos back the camera man right up into the wall, his eyes narrow CK: NOW BELIEVE THAT...BITCH! Carlos stands for a few seconds just looking down the lens of the camera scowling, he looks over at Toby and throws the mic in his direction, Carlos stares long and hard as the scene finally begins to fade |
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