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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 13 2009, 09:39 PM (77 Views) | |
| Steve | Mar 13 2009, 09:39 PM Post #1 |
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Laughter is the first thing we hear as this scene opens and the first the we see is Ethan Adams sitting in straddled over a bench in the locker room looking down at a laptop computer. On the screen he is watching Prime speaking on him and El Lumberjacko and as he watches he continues to laugh uncontrollably. As the promo seems to come to an end Ethan reaches forward grabbing the screen of the laptop and folds it down into the closed position as he still tries to stop himself from laughing. He then flips a leg over the bench and turns toward the camera as he tries to compose himself. His hand moves up to his eye wiping away a tear of laughter and he sniffles a little before breaking into full blown laughter again. He then begins to speak all the while trying his hardest not to laugh again. Ethan: “I’m sorry…*takes deep breath*...Just give me a second.” Ethan brings both of his hands up rubbing his eye sockets and starts to laugh again but manages to control himself and takes in a large breath before letting it out and begins to speak. Ethan: ”So let me get this straight…” Adams takes a moment to collect his thoughts and as he does he starts to laugh again. Quickly he suppresses the laughter and takes a couple short quick breathes to calm himself. Ethan: ”Jim O’Brien…and Prime…are the ones who paved the way for ETHAN ADAMS and all of TODAY’S, Full Intensity Wrestling wrestlers.” Again he breaks out into uncontrollable laughter and pulls his hand in to hold his stomach. The High Spot Sensation then pushes up off the bench and moves over to a drinking fountain as he tries to compose himself and leans down pressing the button and slurping up some water from its stream. Then in mid drink he begins to laugh again and as he stands upright you can see that he laughed so hard water came out of his nose. He then makes his way over to his gym bag wiping water from under his nose and leans down grabbing a towel wiping both his hands and nose dry before continuing to speak. Ethan: ”If that is what Prime thinks then it is very apparent he has been in this business way too long and has taken way too many lumps to the head.” Ethan tosses the towel down and then finds his seat back on the bench as the towel drapes over top of the laptop next to him. Ethan: ”And he had the gall to tell me not to bite the hand that feeds me…” He shakes his head in disbelief before continuing on. Ethan: ”I’m sure you probably didn’t know this Prime but I have been an avid FIW fan for many years. I have watched some of the finest in the business pave the way for the TODAY’S, FIW. Among the list of those wrestlers would be Hutch, Jack Manson, Silent Rage, Swytch, and Ragin’.” Adams counts off the first five wrestlers of FIW’s past that come to his head on his hand and then stands thinking for a moment before shaking his head and dropping his hand. Ethan: ”Jim O’Brien and Prime come nowhere close to making that list. The era of FIW that the two of you respectively represented was that of a tainted FIW.” The former Dual Crown champion stretches in place and then leans forward as he carries on speaking. Ethan: ”Jim O’Brien…two time TNT Dual Crown champion.*chuckles*Would probably mean something if Whippet hadn’t destroyed the credibility of the belts. I mean…come on if Whippet won TNT’s version of the Dual Crown then even Dragon would have stood a chance at winning it.” Ethan sits up a little. Ethan: ”Not to mention that in total Jim’s two Dual Crown reigns lasted a total of two months. Way to pave the way, Jim!” He flashes the familiar cocky smile and the pushes up to his feet as he moves on. Ethan: ”That brings me to you, Prime.” Chuckles. Ethan: ”April tenth, two thousand and five….Nightmare became the fourteenth, World Heavyweight champion of Slam!. Need I say more Prime?” He brings the back of his left hand down into the palm of his right hand as he paces and speaks. Ethan: ”Many attempts were made by the greats of Full Intensity Wrestling’s history to restore some credibility to this belt but nothing could revive the top prize of this dying brand. Not even you Prime.” Ethan ceases pacing and turns to the camera as his opponent’s name leaves his lips. Ethan: ”Fifteen days…That is how long you held the World Heavyweight Championship of Slam!. Before you lost said title to a woman….A WOMAN, Prime. Come on! That is pioneering at its finest.” The sarcasm in Ethan’s voice is very prominent and continues as he makes his next statement. Ethan: ”So it is with that, Prime and Jim O’Brien…that I’d like to thank you for being such GREAT pioneers of this business.” Adams scoffs at his last statement and shakes his head. Ethan: ”You guys are fucking jokes! And that is why I will take great pleasure, alongside El Lumberjacko in taking you self pretentious pricks DOWN!” He points down toward the floor with the index fingers of both hands. Ethan: ”As for earning my keep…I have no problem doing that. None at all. I’ve been to the top before and I WILL do it once more.” Ethan takes a few steps in toward the camera causing it to refocus in toward his face. Ethan: ”And as much as I want to see someone like El Lumberjacko or whomever it may be take your titles at Anarchy in the UK…” The camera zooms out a bit as he pokes himself in the chest. Ethan: ”…for selfish reasons I hope to hell you are the champion when I come to regain my spot at the top. Then maybe you’ll realize who puts the butts in the seats and whose hand is feeding whom.” The brash smile reappears on Ethan’s face before he concludes his segment. Ethan: ”Until then…this Sunday night, El Lumberjacko and ETHAN ADAMS will be claiming the first in many victories over the Flunky Bunch and destroying that monster in which Smarty Smark has created.” The scene fades on Ethan’s face which is filled with a look of determination and confidence. |
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| Triadred | Mar 14 2009, 12:34 AM Post #2 |
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Your FIW.com video thread changes from that of Ethan Adams to Prime. The Evolution of Excellence fades in view with a smirk on his face. After softly swaying his head to one side, Prime lets loose a bassy chuckle and swoons our ears with that smooth as silk voice of his. Prime: Ah, the old stand-by... when you can't get over with your own material, you dig deep into FIW lore and draw as much contrasting information to the surface as you can. Fantastic... you can use your laptop for as much good as you can evil, Ethan. I suppose you want a hero sandwich or something, right? Another chuckle, however it's short lived as Prime's light-hearted demenor sours into a cruel sneer. Prime: If I had known saying something like I'm your better was going to get you all bunged up and send you on some kind of fact finding crusade, I might have tailored my words for your sake. What can I say... I expected more from you. But since I obviously can't... A sigh deflates Primes posture a moment before another drawn breath hoists him erect again. Tee hee... erect. Prime: Leave it to folks around here to constantly fail to read between the lines. You assholes are so literal and dramatic. If I say red, you and geeks like you are going to dive into the FIW history books to search out anything that'll say green. Now I'll be the first to say I'm an arrogant sum bitch, Ethan... but I'm not as arrogant to assume that FIW is what it is soley because of myself and Jim O'Brien. It insults me that you would be so stupid... Another sigh. Prime hangs his head to one side and again gives it an indignant shake. Prime: I know there were folks before Jim and I came along, and I don't need a snot-nosed puk like you to with his laptop and too much free time to try and humble me, but the point I was trying to make that you obviously failed to pick up was that unlike all those other pioneering sum bitches, Jim and I are still around... and way past our welcome as you'd no dount tack onto that. Which, in my opinion, heavily disputes the point you're trying to make about who truly puts butts in the buckets, because I wouldn't be around if I didn't make FIW some fat fucking cash. Prime rubs money grubbing finger tips at the camera to gesture his point. Prime: Everyone on the roster draws, you simple fuck. We wouldn't be here in FIW if we didn't! This is hardly the kind of place that hands out sympathy spots in the locker room... hence why your old flame, Kennedy, was shown the door. A chuckle. Prime: Further more, big mouth, a belts credability is only as good as the wrestler who wears it. And before you go and make some smart ass comment about me being a worthless champ and all, lemme ask you this... if my suck-ass reputation tainted the Dual Crown belts... why the fuck have you got such a hard-on for them? I guess the answer is in the question... your ininite arrogance tells you that you're some kind of redeemer, am I right? Well shit, Ethan... if I had a nickel for every time I've heard that one. Prime rumbles with another chuckle as he fondly recalls some such incidents involving those very words. Prime: But let's get right down to the point of all this... I've got something and you want it. You would sell you black soul for these Dual Crown titles, because apart from your clashing opinion, being the Dual Crown champion is the one and only distinction in this business that's worth a damn. And since I won them... Prime smirks and arches a brow. Prime: Need I say more? Prime shrugs along with his question and chuckles again. Seems the champ is in high spirits! Why wouldn't he be though? A challenge is always a thrill. Prime: The fact of the matter is this match isn't about who knows more about history... it's a question of who's going to bet who. Actually... one hand washes the other in this case, because history pretty well answers our question, and since you're obviously big on FIW history... Prime adjusts himself and settles into a more comfortable posture. Prime: Who's going to beat who? Well, since history documents that your new best friend and tag team partner, El Lumberjacko, has yet to beat me, I'd say that's a point for Jim and I. Your buddy might spew all the confidence and testosterone in the world, the fact of the matter is they obviously don't help his cause when it comes to beating me out there in the ring. You? Well, to be real, Ethan... I could give a fuck about you. You're Jims problem. Or rather... A smirk again. Prime: Jim is going to be your problem. The notion humors Prime. Prime: The bare bones of this little situation, Ethan, is dropping a name here and there and spewing FIW history like you majored in it isn't going to do a damn thing for you this weekend. So what... you hit on a few points. Are you happy? Roll around in your shallow little victory while it's still around, because after I through pounding your swollen head around the ring, victory will be mine. But since we're all on about history, Ethan... lemme ask you a question... A smirk crosses Primes face. This obviously isn't meant to come across as a genuine inquiry. Prime: How's your ankle? I hear they're never quite the same after surgery. |
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| Steve | Mar 14 2009, 05:23 AM Post #3 |
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FIW.com footage switches back to Ethan Adams who is now sitting in front of a television monitor which is sat atop an a/v cart and just below it is a DVD player. The former Dual Crown champion sits upon a steel folding chair staring at the monitor of some past FIW history. He pushes a couple buttons on the remote in his hand freezing the frame on the screen and then turns to the camera. Ethan: ”Damn…do you ever shut up?” Ethan shrugs and shakes his head. Ethan: ”At least you’ve found some new things to talk about when it comes to ETHAN ADAMS. You aren’t running around all like….” He scrunches his neck all down and flexes his muscles up before flashing a cheesy smile to the camera. Ethan: ”Sum-bitch doesn’t even know whether he has a contract. Sum-bitch doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going.” Clearly mocking Prime in both his physical and verbal demeanor, Ethan laughs and shakes his head. Ethan: ”Now you are just walking around like you got your muscles got your hearing all restricted.” He leans back in the chair and places his arm over the back of it as he continues to speak. Ethan: ”If you would have listened you would have heard that I didn’t need a computer to cite FIW history. Everything I mentioned earlier came from right up here.” Adams taps the top of his head before speaking further. Ethan: ”Just like I don’t need this DVD player to tell me I have made you tap like a little bitch after already competing in a match earlier in the night and then went on to become the two thousand and seven, Grand Prix Champion” Ethan points to the television screen and then presses a button on the remote unfreezing the frame of him with Prime in a triangle choke. As the frame unpauses, Prime begins to tap out to the hold furthering Ethan in the Grand Prix Tournament of 2007. Ethan: ”Don’t recall that you have victory to claim over me, Prime.” He brings a finger up tapping it against his chin like he is thinking and then shakes his head as to say no victories are held over him by Prime. Ethan: ”And then there is your Flunky Bunch buddy, Jim. I don’t need a computer or a DVD to remember that I hold a victory over him in a Dual Crown Contendership Gauntlet.” The High Spot Sensation chuckles flashing that almost ever so present cocky grin. Ethan: ”And if my memory serves me again….Jim can’t claim the same over me.” He now nods agreeing with his own statement. Ethan: ”So in short, Prime it doesn’t matter if El Lumberjacko has ever defeated you or Jim. That is something I have covered! What El Lumberjacko does have is a victory over the man that has the victory over both of you. Do not rule him out…especially when he has ETHAN ADAMS backing him every step of the way!” Again the scene fades as Ethan turns back to reviewing footage of past matches with his opponents as preparation for this week’s match up. |
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