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| Campaign of Pain - Part 2; A Self Destructive Era | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 15 2005, 02:49 AM (139 Views) | |
| Steve | Jan 15 2005, 02:49 AM Post #1 |
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A light rumble fills the arena as fans fill the seats of the Elite Sports Complex preparting for yet another edition of Slam! Thursday. Ring announcer, Charles Cruz is standing in ring with his microphone in hand looking prepared to make an announcement. Many cameras flash as eager fans take pictures of the arena and their favorite ring announcer. The announce booth is empty as Chip and Kurt have not yet arrived at the arena and the stage crew are still frantically working to set up the arena for the nights show. Charles Cruz clears his throat and then pulls the microphone up to chin level as he begins to speak. Charles Cruz: "At this time please welcome to the ring. Slam! General Manager, Jack Manson!!!!!" [align=center](Can you feel that?) (Oh Shit!) Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Down with the Sickness hits the PA system but the lack of a fancy entrance is a bit of a change for most those in attendance. However the pyro system has yet to be set up for the night and the technician himself is just kicked back smoking a cigarette and holding a large cup of coffee. [align=center]Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah[/align] Jack Manson bursts onto the stage immediately raising both hands in anticipation of the crowd’s negative reaction for him though much to his suprise he does not get the reception he anticipates. Rather the reception he gets is not one at all. Still being early the arena is only a quarter of the way full and the fans in attendance only let out slight pops but nothing too note worthy. Manson disregards the lack of reaction and throws up the single finger salute from both hands anyway. He then swaggers down to the ring where he rolls in and grabs the ring microphone from Charles Cruz and begins to speak. Manson: "Nearly a month and a half has passed since something was taken from me. That something being my ability to do my job for nearly a month. Damn near two months since those two ingrates decided to kiss and make up and turn on their maker. The one the only man that made them famous." A single person from the crowd screams "YOU SUCK!" and several others laugh as Jack attempts to ignore the ignorant fan. Another fan joins in trying at a "BOR-RING!!!" chant but the arena is so dead that it does not catch on. Manson: "Did you two think I would forget? Forget that you bit the hand that feeds you like a dog with its food." Jack shakes his head in disbelief as he remembers the henious act performed on him at Vendetta. He rubs a hand over the light stubble on his face. Manson: "Now this is not an offense that can be taken care of by a swat on the nose with a rolled newspaper or even rubbing your noses in it. Oh no you two are not puppies. You are full grown and you were well aware that what you did was wrong. So with that in mind I have to make sure that you are punished not only strictly but violently and for an extended period of time." Jack walks to the ropes and leans against the top ropes on the side of the ring where the heckling fans are sat and looks to them with a look of disgust. Manson: "Tonight! When your *points to the fans* team of ANE step into that ring. It will only be the beginning of their taste of my Campaign of Pain. Hutch will feel the sharp sting of the leather strap as his opponent, Nightmare beats him senselessly with it and Ragin' will if he's lucky only be handicapped after my team of Bane Security are done with hi......" Before Jack can get the last word out of his mouth he is interupted by........... |
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| Willie | Jan 15 2005, 03:38 AM Post #2 |
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Manson is interrupted by the opening notes of "Nightmare" by Dry Kill Logic, as the crowd leaps to their feet. Nightmare makes his way through the curtain without Camille, and with a dark look on his face as he makes his way to the ring, rolling inside and calling for a microphone which a helpful ring monkey tosses to him. He catches it, and turns to face Manson, speaking and pointing a finger at him at the same time. "First of all, Manson, I don't do you any favors anymore, alright? Sure, you may be punishing Hutch by putting him in a leather strap match with me this week, but that does NOT mean I am your monkey boy. I will kick Hutch's ass on my time, and on my terms!" The crowd heightens in cheers as Manson's eyes widen, not in shock or suprise, but in anger. Nightmare continues to berate the General Manager as the crowd quiets down. "Secondly, I think you were the mastermind behind Bleak and Dean Venchenzo screwing me out of the International Title, after I kicked your little buddy Martyn Maivia's ass all over the Elite Sports Complex. That title would be over my shoulder right here and now if it wasn't for you, Manson." Manson raises his microphone, an incredulous look on his face. "Is this one of those dreams you have where you wake up and the sheets are wet? You beat Martyn, for the Slam! International Championship? You weren't even close. I just had Bane Security come out to put you out of your misery so the greatest SIC in history didn't have to waste his energy." The crowd boos at Manson for revealing he was behind that, and Nightmare raises his microphone almost immediately in retort. "The greatest SIC in history, Jack? Don't give me that crap. Next you're gonna tell me Easy D should have beaten Jim O'Brien for the Dual Crown Championship. Martyn Maivia only won that title with help from Orion Oldriod, every fucking fan in that Staples Center saw it, so don't TELL me Martyn's the greatest SIC in history. What I did to him last week, he deserved every damn bit of it!" The crowd cheers at that comeback, and Manson now steps up nose to nose with the Prince of Pain. "What you did to him last week? You looked like a dog in heat trying your hardest to hump his leg. He had to do everything he could to fight you off before his leg got sticky. You should really quit doing this to yourself, Nightmare. Its not healthy to dilussion yourself this much. You are nothing but a joke and you have no chance of holding any title around here other than resident jobber!" Nightmare takes this personally and steps back a bit, jabbing a finger into Manson's muscular chest. A normal man wouldn't even dare BREATHE on Manson, but this is Nightmare we're talking about. "Manson..where have you been? Have you been living underneath your rock for the past couple of months? Since you've been gone, I've come THIS close to winning the World Heavyweight Championship three times in a row, and every time it ended with Marc Malicious interfering and getting me disqualified. I'm hunting that belt, Manson. And i'm hunting anybody who holds it, and THAT means I am hunting your boy, Orion Oldriod. And when I find him, I will rip his fucking head off his shoulders and cram it farther up his ass, than it already is. And I will take that title from him, and I'll wave it in front of your ugly face like a carrot. I know the last thing you want is to see me with the World Title, Jack. And that makes me want it all the more. Maivia is nothing but an obstacle to me, and if taking him down means taking the International Title too, then so be it." *holds thumb & index finger about an inch a part copying Nightmare* "WHOA, WHOA....Let's not get off topic here, Nightmare. We were talking about how much of loser you are. Not how small your dick is! Plus don't forget you've got a little something to do this week involving a leather strap and Hutch. Don't go biting the hand that feeds you like ANE so mistakenly have done. You could be the next in line for a life time of hell. Courtesy of Jack Manson!!!!" Nightmare now has a VERY pissed off look on his face. He backs up though and starts pacing back and forth, pointing at Jack every so often as he speaks. "Listen to me, you stupid son of a bitch! I don't take orders from you anymore! As far as Hutch and the leather strap match goes, I'm not bothered because the last time you forced me into a leather strap match with my brother, Robert, I kicked his sorry ass all over this ring. And I am gonna do the same thing to Hutch this Thursday. As for you, Manson, if you think you got balls enough to come down there and try to interfere, you give it a shot and see what the fuck happens. I've beat your ass before, Manson. Don't think I can't do it again." Jack points at Nightmare in the same threatening manner as Nightmare did. "Just remember, Nightmare. You've made your bed now you have to lie in it. I will not spare the rod for you in the slightest bit. You brag about your victory against me. Yet you forget who signs your pay checks. Speaking of checks...don't go writing any that your ass can't cash!" A grin crosses Nightmare's face. "Jack, as far as I'm concerned..Michael O'Hara signs my checks. And I'll tell you what else--" Before Nightmare and Jack can continue bitching at one another, another theme music blasts across the arena and Nightmare backs up to a part of the ring where he can see Manson and the ramp, expecting an ambush.. |
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| Martyn | Jan 15 2005, 06:46 PM Post #3 |
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It isn’t actually someone’s theme music that plays through the arena. Rather it’s a mockingly whiny voice. “Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah!” The crowd boo as Martyn Maivia emerges from behind the entrance curtain and swaggers down the ramp before climbing through the ropes and into the ring. He requests a microphone from Charles Cruz. Nightmare: What the hell do you want j-- Maivia: Shut your bitchy little mouth right now cockstain! The crowd erupt with boos after Maivia’s insult. Maivia frowns and shoos them away with his free hand. Maivia: Isn’t it about time you stopped poking your oversized nose into other people’s business and stuck to what you do best – getting beat! And while you’re at it, why don’t you stop kidding yourself Nightmare? You were nowhere near beating me last week on Slam! I had you exactly where I wanted you and the results say it all, quite frankly. I AM the greatest Slam! International Champion in history and I will continue to be so, whether you whine about it or not. The crowd continue to boo. They’d quietened down a bit but realising Martyn’s going to say nothing important they’ve given up listening. Being fans though, they soon grow bored and quiet down. Maivia: As for taking the World Championship from Orion Oldriod? You couldn’t beat me last week so there’s no way you’ll beat Orion. In fact there’s no way you even deserved a shot at my title, let alone his. Nightmare: S-- Maivia: I wasn’t finished. Keep your mouth shut while I’m talking. The crowd boo once again, Jack Manson looks on with a sly smile and his eyes squinted at Nightmare in an evil frown. Maivia: As for you not being Jack’s monkey boy? You’ll be exactly what he wants you to be! He signs your cheques, not Michael O’Hara, not anyone else. Jack Manson is the man with the power and you, you my bearded friend, are nothing more than an ugly, hairy mole on the face of Slam! and it will be my pleasure, to remove you. Permanently. Maivia pauses, giving Jack or Nightmare the chance to interject themselves… |
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| Hutch | Jan 15 2005, 09:14 PM Post #4 |
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But it isn't Nightmare or Jack who reply. A voice rings out through the arena...... "Dontcha Just Love It When The Bad Guy Wins?" This, of course, signals the arrival of Hutch, as his theme music, A Modern Way Of Letting Go, hits. Maivia and Nightmare both spin around, expecting a fight, however keeping a watchful eye on each other. The music dies down, and still no sign of Hutch. Maivia and Nightmare relax slightly, until Hutch's voice can be heard. Hutch: Hey, assorted chum-buckets, this way! The camera pans across the arena, catching the three Slam superstars looking around in search of Hutch. The camera whizzes past a section of the crowd, before stopping sharply and skidding back. Hutch is stood at the top of a flight of stairs in the crowd, and gives the camera a cheeky wave. Hutch: Well well well, if it isn't three of my favourite people in the whole wide world! Hows the back Jack? The camera pans down to Manson, who is seething with loathing for one of the two men who beat him down a little over a month ago. Hutch: I hope you're feeling well. Ragin' sends his warm regards. As Hutch speaks, the camera pans back over to him. He starts slowly walking down the steps, ignoring the crowd as they reach to touch him in that bizarre way crowds do that I've never fully understood. Hutch: A leather strap match? That's interesting, it really is! But what the black and purple reject over there is saying is a valid point..... Interesting choice of opponent! But hey, I guess it makes sense....... It's even kinda like a recipe. Take one man obsessed with becoming something big here on Slam..... The camera shows Nightmare, who grins and mouths "You got that damn right", before switching back to Hutch. Hutch: Take one of the greatest human beings ever to live, The Sultan of Slam, The Crown Prince of Charisma, add one leather strap and BOOM! Instantly you've got rid of two of your biggest problems here on Slam! What's the matter Jack? No balls to do it yourself? The crowd cheer, as Manson looks ready to pop a gasket in the ring. Hutch: Actually that sounds rather familiar. I can't remember the last time you took matters into your own hands! And no, I'm not talking about our spank-happy World Champion here. What's the matter Jack? Chicken? A certain lack of gonads? The crowd seize on this, a chant of "No Balls" echoing through the arena. Hutch is torn between looking amused and annoyed at the interruption. Hutch: But hey, you know thats fine, thats fine. I'm game, I'll take Nightmare on, and I'll win. See, both me and him are after the same thing. The International Championship. Which, by a bizarre coincidence....... is hanging over the shoulder of Captain Ginger over there. Martyn Maivia hoists his belt on his shoulder, and yells something indecipherable towards Hutch, who by this point is almost at the barricade. Hutch: I'll win this Thursday, and not to spite Nightmare here. Not even to annoy the crap out of Boss-ko here. I'm doing it to prove a point. Which brings me last, but not least...... oh all right, least, to the person who ALWAYS seems to be in my way. The camera predicting Hutch's thoughts, centres on Maivia, a smug grin on his face. Hutch: Now, me and you have had some battles before! Remember when I made you tap out by kicking you in the leg with a steel pipe? Martyn's expression turns to one of pure loathing. Hutch: Remember when I got you disqualified.... for something I'D done? Thought so. It's just a matter of time Martyn. I'll take you down again. I WILL have possession of that belt you carry around and demean ever second it's in your gingery prescence. I'll go through hell, or more specifically, a Nightmare to do it, and No-ONE, no matter how much power they seem to think they weild around here....... A cheeky grin passes across Hutch's face. Hutch: Whassa matter Jack? Compensating for something? Hutch mouths "No balls", which sets the crowd off again. Hutch: No-one will stand in my way. One by one....... You'll fall. That's not a guess. That's not bravado. That, my simple friends, is the f........ Hutch stops, his catchphrase interuppted by..... |
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| Craig | Jan 15 2005, 09:23 PM Post #5 |
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Backstage Orion watching a monitor with the Ragin' promo on it, he appears to be banged up with a bandage on his forehead and tape around his forearm. He is increasingly getting more and more angry, he tosses furniture aside and kicks the TV down. He exits the locker room still seething and we cut to a commercial… [align=center]Slam! Thursday 20th January 2005 Hutch v Nightmare Oldriod v Malicious And much, much more![/align] Back from the short commercial and the entrance video of Orion Oldriod begins to play... [doHTML]<center>[/doHTML]You've done it now, You’ve gone and made a big mistake And I cant allow, You to think you can just walk away, So turn around...and face the piper you're gonna pay, 'Cause the end is now, This is gonna be your judgement day [doHTML]</center>[/doHTML] The lights dim slightly at ringside and the ring is filled with a bright blue colour. The stage structure and the surrounds of the Slam!Tron also turns a shade of royal blue as the Undertaker's old theme 'Deadman Walking' begins to sound throughout the arena. The fans instantly jeer 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod as he emerges from the entrance wearing his wrestling attire and a black Slam! t-shirt with the World Heavyweight Championship belt over his shoulder. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity Slam! crowd before placing his hands on his hips. Bane Security, Bleak and Dean Venchenzo emerge from the entrance behind Orion leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face before Bleak wraps the title belt around his waist. The three men stand on the entrance ramp looking down at both Mr. Manson and Nightmare inside the ring. CM: It's the World Champion! Stand up Kurt! KR: Sit down you idiot and for Christ's sake, stop clapping! Oldriod seems to have calmed down from his earlier backstage incident. Orion: Nightmare! What an unexpected pleasure! I was just backstage watching Ragin' in the ring prancing around and I was going to come out here to address him but there you are taking up my TV time. Before I get to you, let me address Ragin'... Nightmare appears disgusted at the new World Champion as he stares up the entrance ramp, Jack Manson and Maivia however are grinning from ear to ear. Orion: All right Ragin’ I heard you, you want to talk about pecking orders? I told the world on this past Thursday that I am the KING OF SLAM!, I am the World Champion and I am the greatest of ALL time! That makes me number one buddy and not you, not Hutch, not Matt Impact, not Nightmare up there…not anybody else! I am the man at the top, I am perched at the very pinnacle of this brand and when it comes to pecking orders, I am the be-all and end-all! Manson/Maivia nod in agreement and Nightmare frowns at the GM. Bane Security reassure Orion, slapping him on the shoulder. Orion: All you see behind me is a line forming, it is a very long line of contenders that I would be delighted to defend this belt against and that line moves very quickly as I eliminate contender after contender. As a matter of face I took this belt to Ireland and to the FWA just days ago and that will be broadcast as part of a new segment hosted by Richard PW Robbins every week on Slam!. Sorry, what I was saying is that you, Ragin’ are way down the pecking order, my pecking order and that’s the only pecking order that matters. CM: He should get to name his own contenders, that's the Champion's advantage. KR: The Champion's advantage occurs during matches, not when booking a match! Orion: I could defend this belt against you…yeah, I could. In the same way Martyn Maivia could defend his Slam! International Championship against Kain…but it won’t happen! You Ragin' are last in line, at the end of the queue, the bottom of the pile. Me and Jack Manson are on the same wavelength, much like you and Tony Stark used to be, you know from experience that if I don't want to put the title on the line against you then I'll find a way to keep it away from you. KR: Surely the contenders should be determined on form at the time? CM: Nope! Orion's the man, he can just ask Jack Manson for when and where he wants to defend his title. Orion: When the time comes for a new number one contender, they will be named and I'll do it with a smile on my face. But for now I'm going to settle a score with Marc Malicious, he wants to attack me outside this arena...he will pay the price. I know why he did it, I know exactly why. He wanted to provoke me and get me inside the ring, well it worked! But the problem with that is simply that Marc Malicious has to step inside the ring with ME! I am the World Champion and I am better than everybody else! Bane Security clap Oldriod's statement and they encourage the rest of the crowd to do the same but inside the ring, Nightmare simply shakes his head in disbelief. Orion: Marc Malicious is a big guy and he's double tough but I'm better. I've always been better and he knows it. And after I beat him into the ground, I'll have to scour the roster for a new challenge, a new contender. I might even look to the Hutch/Nightmare match for that contender. I mean, if it was up to me...I'd have put the title on the line against Malicious this week... KR: So easy to say now that the match has been announced... CM: It's in his character, I'm sure he was gutted not to have the title on the line. KR: I bet that if he had a word in Manson's ear, he could change that in a heartbeat. Orion: But onto you Nightmare. You've got a job to do this week just like these boys Bane Security has, Martyn Maivia has and I have. You're looking at this ALL wrong. You WILL beat Hutch down within an inch of his life and you'll do it because we say so! For every lash you slap on Hutch's bare back with a leather strap I want you to picture my face in your mind, picture the scene with myself, Manson and Martyn Maivia all sat on a comfortable sofa with glasses full of champayne in our hands watching you kick his ass. Nightmare: How dare you?! I've said it once and I'll say it again, I will do this on my own terms! Not on yours! Orion: Ok, sure! Whatever makes you feel better. The fact is Nightmare, that if you ever want another title shot at myself or at Martyn then you better comply and get the job done. I don't care whether you are unhappy about it, I don't care whether you are Hutch's friend or even somebody's family member. You will do as you are told or there will be consequences. But you are right about one thing, we don't want to see you with the World Championship around your waist...but if you were to perhaps perform your way into contention then I would have no problems defending against you. CM: See? If Nightmare wins a few for a change then he could be in contention. KR: He's all talk is Oldriod and everybody knows it! Orion: You've had three changes for the World Championship? Me, just one. And I'm standing here the World Champion. Just because you don't have a high enough IQ to forge any worthwhile alliances don't blame us. I follow orders, I was told to bring the World title home and I did. Martyn Maivia was told to come back with the Slam! International Championship and he did. When Jack Manson makes an order, you better follow it! OR ELSE!!!! Everybody around here knows that your valet Camille is MY bitch...but this week on Slam!, you Nightmare are going to be OUR bitch! KR: How insulting! CM: He better do as he's told, he doesn't want a five-on-one assault to happen does he? Even the 'great' Nightmare can't withstand five of the best. KR: You may just be right there Chip, you might just be right. Orion: Nobody will come and help you, not one person in that locker room will save you if you fail us. A New Era won't, you're fighting one of their members...Marc Malicious will be busy preparing for our match and you've broken up with Leon haven't you? You're on your own, unlike us...remember that. Orion lowers the microphone with a grin on his face and waits for a response or interruption. |
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| Hutch | Jan 15 2005, 10:51 PM Post #6 |
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Hutch: Aaaaanyway...... Hutch stretches out the "A" part to almost a full thirty seconds, the crowd cheerer as he does so. Hutch: If we can get back to what I was saying and ignore this pompous spank-happy douche-bag? Chump, you come out here and order Nightmare to do something. Which is hardly fair, he's hardly the sharpest knife in the drawer, and you'll only confuse him, but you expect him to listen? Hell, he's not that dumb! The crowd boo Hutch, clearly favouring Nightmare over him. Hutch: Now, Nightmare, in our match I hope you don't think of Orion and Martyn, sitting backstage on their couch.... champagne in one hand, each other in the other...... because that is DEAD wrong, sick sick sick! Hutch shakes his head. Hutch: Now, I only came here to say a few words, and I've been talking FAR longer than I intended to. So, without further ado, my few words. As Hutch says each wrestlers name, the camera flashes to them to catch their reactions. Hutch: Nightmare! A future World Champ, for sure. However he won't be doing any winning come this Sunday. Nightmare stays perfectly still, oozing confidence. Hutch: Jack! You launching a campaign of pain? Just try and take on ANE. We both know what happened last time you tried that. *Hutch grins* Hutch: Orion! World Chump....... you're barely worth the effort! Besides, I needn't say a word. My good buddy Ragin' will deal with you, which means I don't have to waste my time. Orion is fuming, but also taking the cheap-shots with an air of coolness. Hutch: And Martyn...... I'm coming for you. That title'll be mine, and that's not a guess! That's not bravado! THAT! IS! THE! FU......... Hutch is about to finish his catchphrase when he is interupted by...... |
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| Willie | Jan 16 2005, 12:38 AM Post #7 |
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Nightmare, who raises his microphone RIGHT before Hutch can finish saying Future. He seems to have a grin on his face, as if he finds Hutch calling Orion a pompous spank-happy douche bag funny. "Hold on a sec, Hutch. I got something to say before we start into catchphrases. First of all, Orion.." Nightmare walks right up to the Champion of the World, like he doesn't even notice the other four guys around with him. "I don't take orders from YOU.." The crowd roars into cheering, but Nightmare isn't done yet and goes over to Martyn Maivia. "I don't take orders from YOU.." And finally he walks back over to Dean and Bleak. "And i SURE as HELL don't take orders from you." He wheels around, away from Dean's venomous gaze, and walks back to Orion Oldriod. "Orion, just because you have a pretty gold belt over your shoulder doesn't mean you can parade around like you're the freakin' Dalai Lama and give orders to everybody. I will beat Hutch, but I'll beat him the way I'm supposed to, the way these fans know I can. I'm not gonna beat him into a bloody mess, because to tell ya the truth, Orion..I don't feel like it. I'm gonna go into the ring with Hutch, and whether we have a leather strap hooked up between us, it doesn't really matter to me, because I know i can beat him all the same. And once I'm done with Hutch, I'm gonna be coming back after.." Nightmare stifles a laugh while pointing a finger at Martyn, and the crowd laughs for him, one fan shouting "CAPTAIN GINGER! AWWAAAAAYYYYY!". "Captain Ginger, as Hutch so eloquently has named him. Martyn, you dodged a fuckin' bullet last week, boy, but I'm not through with you yet. I am gonna hunt your ass down week after week, show after show until I rip that SIC from your dead, lifeless fingers." Nightmare steps away from Martyn, turning back to Orion. He looks around at the other men in the ring before walking back to the Champ. CM: Nightmare's just waltzing around insulting these men like he's the king of the universe! KR: I know, isn't it great? "Honestly, Oldriod, I couldn't give a crap if you had five, ten, or even fifteen guys watching your back. You know you can't beat me, straight-up, one on one, and that's why you have Bane Security, and Martyn Maivia following you around like a bunch of lost puppies. And I ain't scared of that Hell's Angels reject standing in the corner over there.." Nightmare points away from them at Jack Manson, "And as far as you go with tellin' me there'll be consequences if I don't do what you say? That's rich, Orion. What is it, are you gonna run and tell Jacky so he'll put me in time-out?" Nightmare says the last sentence sarcastically, getting a cheer from the crowd and a wide eyed look of anger from Orion. "Your weak-ass, empty threats have no effect on me, Orion. No matter where, or when, or how it happens, I will take you out, Orion, and I will be the World Heavyweight Champion, and there is no way to get around that. Anyway, I'm finished with you jokers, so I'm gonna go get ready for my match." With that, Nightmare walks to the other side of the ring, and slides underneath the bottom rope, walking to the back and slapping the fan's hands all the way. He reaches the top of the stage and looks at Bane Security and Orion, and with a confident smile he walks right past them and disappears through the curtain. Back we go to the ring... |
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| thatdamnunstoppable23 | Jan 16 2005, 01:00 PM Post #8 |
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**Indeed it is back to the ring we go, the only problem is, it's seeped in darkness and it looks as if someone else is going to be added to the mix. AFI's "Miseria Cantare" hums out from the speakers and a slightly less intimidating set of pyro's explode. Ragin' steps out onto the stage while the rest of the guys in the ring wait, exchanging a few angry words between themselves as Ragin', arrogant as ever takes his time to walk to the ring. The GM of Slam!, impatientally interrupts.** Jack: "What the.. Get these damn lights back on! Cut that music! And you.." **He points at Ragin' who's facial expressions still covered by his hood points a figure questioningly at himself.** Jack: ".. get your slow ass in this ring if you have something to say, we don't have all day." **Jack turns to look at Orion, flashing him a quick grin. The champion shuffles his feet and nods at the General Manager before the two men turn back to the approaching Ragin'. Hutch leans back in the corner, pulling faces at people behind their backs and playing to the crowd. Maivia, the odd man out stands back a little. Ragin' shakes his head and climbs the steps to the ring one by one before stepping through the ropes. He walks up to Orion, who refuses to back down and the two men stare eye to eye. Ragin' slowly pulls his hood down and reaches out a hand. After a short while realisation dawns and an annoyed Jack Manson reluctantly hands over his mic.** Ragin': "You know what Orion? Alot of people would call you a wise man, a clever man, a man who protects his interests when you say you won't face me and that i'm last in the pecking order. Not me though... I'd just say you were a goddamn pussy." **The crowd pop while Orion's mouth drops and he grits his teeth. Ragin' turns away slaps the hand of Hutch as he walks by and then addresses the audience.** Ragin': "But we all know who the most important people in the FIW are don't we? It's not me, it's not you.. champ, it's not Manson, it's not any one director or owner. It's those motherfuckers out there." **Ragin' twirls around slowly pointing an outstretched finger at the fans in attendance, they cheer because it's cool when a face calls you a motherfucker.** Ragin': "So let's ask them shall we? First of all, what do you guy's think of Orion Oldriod?" **The fans scream in unison the word 'Pussy'. Orion scowls and tries to get them to shut up, in vain.** Ragin': "And what do you think about Orion not giving me a shot?" **They chant turns to 'bullshit', which displeases the GM.** Ragin': "Who deserves a shot at the World Title?" **Ragin's name is chanted by the majority in attendance, he turns back to Manson, glancing briefly at the angered face of the champion first.** Ragin': "I think it's clear what the people who pay each and everyone of our paycheques want, isn't it? Would you deny the ratings, Jack? What would the higher ups think? Maybe you're not quite the General Manager they're looking for..." **He steps closer to Manson.** Ragin': "But if you're really content to let your boy here not defend against me for the time being, if you think you wanna hold this match, perhaps 'til pay-per-view. Then how about I show the hand that feeds me that i'm my own dog, Manson. How about the Slam! after next, when I destroy your toilet cleaners, I make you my bitch? Or are you a pussy just like the champ here?" **The fans continue to chant Ragin's name as we await what's to happen next.** |
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| Steve | Jan 17 2005, 05:59 AM Post #9 |
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With those words from Ragin', Dean Venchenzo makes his presence known in the ring stepping forward and inserting himself in between Ragin' and Orion. He casually places both his hands on Ragin's chest and gives him a slight shove backward. At the sight of this Bleak moves into action prepared to back his tag partner up. Hutch too springs forward standing behind Ragin' as Dean snags the microphone from Ragin's hand not worrying a bit about who he is pissing off. Dean: "Lets not go counting your chickens before they hatch.....After all you should be on a week to week schedule. You seem to have over looked the fact that you will be facing.....not one...but two men this week at the order of our great boss, Jack Manson!" Ragin' moves to speak but Dean merely puts his whole hand over Ragin's mouth to shush him. Ragin's face turns bright red and he slaps the hand from his face and begins to breath heavily in anger. Dean: "Iffffff.....You're lucky. Bleak and I will let you walk out of that ring on Thursday on your own accord. If I were you though.....I wouldn't get too excited. When I get in that ring its all business and I plan to bring the pain. *pauses momentarily* I know, I know...your going to go into a ramble about your being the former two time champion and all the crap you've held since being on Slam!." Dean turns his back to Ragin' as he finishes his sentence and give Bleak a look. You know the look as if you are about to do one of the most underhanded things you've ever done. Just then he turns around and spits directly in the face of Ragin' and just then the Master of Rage loses it. He charges forward after Dean as the large amount of mucus drips down his face. All the men in the ring quickly seperate sides trying to hold the action off and Dean simply just pulls the microphone back to his lips and continues his insult on Ragin'. Dean: "Quite frankly.....I don't give two shits who you are or what you've done. All I care about is what I will do to you when you get in that ring on Thursday!" Dean drops the microphone to the ground and motions for Ragin' to bring it. The crowd rumble in encouragement of a massive brawl and they get........... |
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| thatdamnunstoppable23 | Jan 17 2005, 06:33 AM Post #10 |
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**.. quite less. Ragin', held back by his partner a little starts to calm down. He snatches a mic up and growls his response into it, wiping his face slowly** Ragin': "Two of you? Funny isn't it that that still makes half a man? I saw this week as a formality, let's face it you'll probably need help to take me down anyway, I refuse to believe you jackasses would allow it to remain 2 on 1 when I'm beating both your sorry asses into the ground. But I know who's got my back too, just as I have his. But I can promise that you just earned yourself a little more than a beating, kid." **Ragin' then starts to turn around but quickly spins around hurling the mic very accurately at Dean's head. He ducks sharpish and it narrowly avoids him, bouncing of the mat to the outside. Ragin' snarls, staring him down.** |
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| Marc991 | Jan 17 2005, 09:58 PM Post #11 |
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As this whole crowd stands there, wanting to fight it all out, World So Cold hits the sound system and the crowd immediately boos as if it were a cue. The seven foot monster steps from behind the curtain and immediately locks eyes with Olirod. Malicious makes his way to the ring and climbs in. No hand slaps for the fans, no raising of the lights or likewise ritual. Just an intense hatred, and one hell of a scary individual. He gets a sick smile on his face as the crowd quiets down as they realize in a choice between Olirod and Malicious, they'd rather have Malicious. Marc calls for a microphone to be brought to him and one is run over by a ring monkey. Malicious accepts it and then looks at Orion, who is flanked by his lackeys. Malicious just shakes his head in disappointment. MM-...and they say I can't do anything alone. Malicious motions toward the group Orion stands with which draws a series of chants and jeers from the crowd, mostly derogatory of course. MM-Week in week out, opponent after opponent...they always say the same thing...Malicious can't do it on his own. Malicious has to have his minions, his disciples, his druids, his friends, his great grandmama to do his dirtywork. Well no fuckin' more! I am sick and I am tired of excuses, I am tired of hearing I lost to Malicious because of so and so or I lost because I was tired or sick or I masturbated too many times in the locker room before the match, I DON'T CARE! A loss is a loss and thats all that it is. This is not horseshoes so close does not count here. Nightmare whines and complains about me costing him the title three times but the fact of the matter is he isn't the champion and never will be the champion so his stupid little 'I was this close' routine is getting pretty damn boring to say the least. Malicious certainly turned that around quickly. The fans instantly boo as Malicious insults their beloved Prince of Pain. KR-This capacity crowd aren't real sure about how they feel toward the big man. Marc Malicious has them in the palm of his hand right now. CM-This crowd is like you Royal, they are fickle! They only like the ones that kiss babies and proclaim love for Gay people and the French! KR-Chip, you are an idiot, the fans know what the difference between good and evil is and they would rather cheer for the good unlike certain people I know. Kurt lays an accusing look at Chip and Chip scoffs it off as Malicious continues. MM-Orion has spent months, maybe years even, trying to become a champion. Finally FINALLY, after such a long wait he gets the big one, the World Heavyweight title. The problem is, he NEVER beat me for it. Hutch was the one who eliminated me from the Championship Chamber, not him. Olirod has NEVER defeated me and until he proves that he can, I am going to on the top of the list of contenders for that coveted title. Olirod, you can boast wins over some great competitors but you can't say that you've beaten the best....because you've never...beaten...me. Marc Malicious glares over at his opponent for Slam and his eyes burn with great intensity. MM-Orion, every step of the way since your 'triumphant return' you've had Bane Security watching your back. You've always been flanked by someone because you know, even when you are not a champion, that that mouth of yours gets you into trouble. You walk around claiming to be a king, the King of Slam, but your kingdom does not bow to you Orion. This kingdom bows before Malicious... Malicious swings his hand, palm up, very slowly across the crowd and the crowd, a mix between obedience and mockery, bow toward him. Half because they hate Orion, and the other half wanting to look extremely stupid on television. MM-Say hello to the future King of Slam, ney, that term has been put upon too many...lowly superstars...lets see, Prince of Slam...nah, Prince is too...gay. Orion and Nightmare both seem to be quite upset by this as the Slam tron cuts to show Nightmare in the back. Yep, they knew Malicious had to make one more Nightmare wise crack before the promo was over. MM-Ahh yes, the perfect term for the perfect reign of terror over Slam. When I destroy you and when you get the balls to put that title on the line against me, one on one...I will be the undisputed GOD of Slam. KR-God? I wouldn't get carried away but anybody is better than Olirod, even Malicious. CM-I lose so much respect for someone who plays to the crowd like that...its so...Nightmare. KR-What is your problem with Nightmare? He is a great athlete! CM-Yeah, sure Kurt *sarcastically*...and that mop of yours isn't a toupe. KR-Its not!...nevermind... Kurt gives up in his argument, but Malicious is only getting started. MM-This week Orion, we meet one on one for the first time. The title isn't on the line but WHEN I pin you for the three in the center of the ring...you bet your ass that at the pay per view...we'll see a NEW World Champion, and his name will be MARC...MALICIOUS...so sayeth....THE PROPHET! Malicious lowers the mic and awaits a response. |
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