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Let's give Orion a hand; Our champion everyone!
Topic Started: Jan 14 2005, 07:15 AM (57 Views)
thatdamnunstoppable23
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**The camera opens on the Slam! arena, the focus entirely upon the ring. Around it the fans buzz in anticipation of what is to come and give a mixed reaction when they see ‘Orion Oldriod: King of Slam!’ appear on the screen in typical artistic fashion. But instead of the familiar music of Orion Oldriod himself, a different theme now plays, and that is ‘Such Great Heights’ by The Postal Service.

As the gentle music drifts out from the speakers a voice booms from nowhere, it sounds familiar, like a guy with foreign accent trying to disguise it.**


Voice: “Ladies and gentleman, we dedicate this night to the new champion of Slam!, he is Mr. Orion Oldriod!”

**This time there can be no mistake, the fans greet this comment with a chorus of boos while some half-hearted pyro explodes and a man walks out onto the stage. It should be Orion, but it’s not. It’s a pretty poor imitation and the title around his waist appears to be construction of painted foil. The impostor stumbles down to the ring, looking cheesy and out of place gaining a few chuckles from those at ringside while the commentary continues.**

Voice: “The Orion Oldriod story begins in some pointless little place, probably a house owned by whatever local councils were around in this place. It was here that Orion grew up with his mother, father and pet mouse, ‘Bitey’.”

**The ‘Orion’ climbs into the ring and waves the foil title around for the fans. They respond with a less than flattering chant which doesn’t seem to faze the guy in the ring though.**

Voice: “As a youth Orion was small and creepy. He spent most of his time with Bitey dreaming of the days when he would be more than a waste of tax payers money. Of course this would be a long time coming. In the following 20 years Orion would come close to scaling these epic goals when he received a C for a drawing of a house with a chimney at age 5. To this day nothing has been able to get a space near it on the proud Orion household’s fridge.”

**The in ring Orion nods his head vigorously, parading himself around in the ring.**

Voice: “After years of humiliating wedgies, Chinese burns and his head perpetually down the toilet, Orion decided he’d have to become strong. While working a job down at the local docks keeping sailors company on those long cold nights Orion saved up enough money to train to be a wrestler.”

**The fake Orion rolls around in the ring, pretending to wrestle an imaginary opponent. He does this very, very badly and looks quite foolish.**

Voice: “Soon enough Orion Oldriod would scale another height and make it into the FIW where many mistook him to be the guy who cleaned the toilets after Brighty had had a curry. But to the surprise of many, thanks to help from his friends the bumbling fool, Orion Oldriod would not only be defeating men by far his betters but even capturing the greatest title Slam! has to offer.”

**The foil belt gets waved around excitedly as the in ring Orion pretends to be ecstatic, recreating his title victory.**

Voice: “With a very proud Bitey looking on Orion had achieved his goal. But from such great heights, there can only be one direction Orion can move in. What does the next saga of the Orion Oldriod story hold? Well we think, it could very well be… THIS GUY!”

**AFI’s “Miseria Cantare” hits and the impostor Orion jumps around frightened. His eyes widen and he scrambles around the ring while pyros explode at the top of the ramp. Amongst the smoke the hooded figure of Ragin’ appears his steps matching the drum beat as he walks down to the ring his eyes set on the fake Orion. Ragin’ slides into the ring and the music abruptly stops allowing the cheers and jibes of the fans to be heard more distinctly. The fake Orion falls to his knees and cowers before the Master of the Rage.

Ragin’ smiles lifting the man to his feet with little effort, and his victim shakes his head madly pleading for mercy. He is granted none for in a blink of an eye the Orion receives a Feature Remover from the ANE member. Ragin’s foot stomps down on the chest of the poor guy, remaining in place so that Ragin’ can stand arrogantly over the body of his fallen foe. He leans down and picks the mic from the floor.**


Ragin’: “You heard me on Slam! You heard my excuses. There’s no excuses now folks. Orion Oldriod, you’re at your pinnacle, and I’m the man who’s going to destroy your world. This is what I’ve been waiting for Orion, this is the time. Now I can take everything from you and leave you a crippled man. You and me, Orion. One on one. For the most valued thing on this show. The question is Orion, are you man enough to put your money where your mouth is, King? You may be outraged by me using an actor as you but let’s face it Orion, in the pecking order of the FIW we know who the real impostor is!”

**The crowd pop huge for this statement of intent from Ragin’ who drops the mic at his feet staring at the stage. He picks up the foil title from the ground and lifts it slowly in the air before throwing out into the hordes of fans who scramble to grab it.**
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