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Strong Style? Lobo Style!; "The mood is about to change" and stuff
Topic Started: Mar 20 2005, 07:06 AM (43 Views)
BobPalindrome
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[We start off with a video package, as soft, very mellow music plays in the background. The clips we see are of technical, classic, and generally very boring wrestling moves performed by a variety of wrestlers, some American, a few Japanese. We see a sleeper hold, a vertical suplex, lariats, armbars, and so on… The silkly, smooth voice of the narrator chimes in just before the audience is about to go to sleep.]

Narrator: The art of wrestling… The sport of wrestling. Since ancient times, men have competed in this test of wills, this battle of strength. To see the mettle of their opponent, to find out who is the best. Warriors on the mat, wrestling was founded on such principles as discipline, honor and respect.

[Now we see clips of Bradley Johnson, Silent Rage, Carlos Kane, Bill Kuriyama… Sometimes standing and looking menacing, sometimes pulling off their striking and suplexing trademark moves. All very technical, all very MMA.]

Narrator: In Full Intensity Wrestling, gladiators competed in rings, cheered on by fans and inspired by pride in their strong styles. Their style was the heart and soul of the federation. They were… FIW.

[Suddenly, we fade to black.]

Narrator: Until now.

[The laid back music is cut off and replaced by rip-roaring, hardcore thrashing speed metal. As the noise blares and hard beats sound off, we see clips of none other than El Lobo Loco, doing various high-flying moves. Diving between the ropes and crashing on top of an opponent. Being hit with a chair and falling on a bed of nails. Strapping light tubes to himself with duct tape and doing a senton off the second rope onto a victim. Missing a shooting star press and landing face-first into barbed wire. As we see a shot of El Lobo’s mask torn and bloodied, the narrator’s voice returns.]

Narrator: Enter the style, grace and macho flavor of the daredevil luchador from south of the border… El Lobo Loco. Taking FIW by storm, he has accumulated victory after victory, having already tasted title gold and looking to consolidate it. He has been challenged by one of FIW’s greatest cruiserweights… and has won out. What else is there for him to do?

[We cut to El Lobo Loco, who is standing in what looks like a private room in a nightclub. A nightclub in Louisville? Does it have an electric bull? No, it’s a pretty modern dance club, and Lobo has some rather nice-looking bimbos on each arm as he talks to the camera. Although he is wearing his mask, he also wears a nicely tailored casual jacket and pants.]

Lobo: Bradley Johnson… The style of FIW is about to change. I’m going to make Throwdown live up to the name of the federation it belongs to. What is there about you that’s full of intensity, Bradley? Maybe you were driven to get championships in the past, but what’s your motivation now? Been… “king of the hill,” as you gringoes say… So before you get to comfortable, I’m going to force you take on something you haven’t faced before.

[Back to video clips, this time of El Lobo hitting his signature moves in various matches in various ways. He does a Caliente Corbata, sending his victim into a pile of C4 that promptly explodes when the poor sap lands. He does the Rudo Awakening on another, knocking them upside the head and into barbed wire ropes. The tape goes on, concluding with a slow-motion Chubacabra Helldriver off the top turnbuckle onto the floor. We cut back to Lobo.]

Lobo: Unfortunately, I can’t do any of those things to you, Bradley. Oh, I mean I’ll have chance to hit all those moves, since you can’t stand up to the most macho man in the FIW… But I won’t get to include all those fun explosives and spiked metal. You see, our match Tuesday favors you in that I’m not allowed to fall back on my hardcore style. But you know what, Bradley? I have been missing it very much, amigo. It’s been too long!

Now, you may be concerned, as asking me to wrestle you cleanly is far different from asking you to wrestle me with the kid gloves off. I have a long and impressive… history in hardcore wrestling.

[The girls giggle at El Lobo’s clever world-play. He smirks, happy with himself.]

Lobo: Well, don’t fear, Bradley. Even a dumb vanilla limey like you can figure out how to throw a trash can or swing a sledgehammer. I’ll even go easy on you… for awhile. But be rest assured, Bradley, my chico… When the match is over and the dust is settled… You will be crushed, lying in your own blood, and you will suck on your thumb as you curl into a fetal ball… and call me… “papi.”

[The girls laugh, and soon so does Lobo as we fade to black.]
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