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| Crescendo In F Sharp; ~Carson Rayne~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 27 2009, 02:48 AM (43 Views) | |
| Big Daddy Pimp Splendiferious | Mar 27 2009, 02:48 AM Post #1 |
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Jazzy rock music intro, flashing lights that kick up and a good looking man with a charming smile sits in the middle of the screen all glamed up for the spotlight. The music fades off and the man sitting calming on a stool shifts to focus on the camera. Man: Good evening fans, my name is Carson Rayne. NGIW fans, you know me as the most athletic star to ever grace a wrestling ring, an antidote to the poison that has become Horrorcore Wrestlering, and sports entertainment as a whole. FIW fans, you will know me as the man that reclaimed the Flycore Championship and took it home where it belongs. Nick Allen will know me as the man that beat his ass in front of millions and doing so in a many that properly does justice to said belt. That’s right folks I am going to beat Nick without ever picking up a weapon or lowering myself to such cheap tactics. That million dollar smile fades away though as this man, Carson it would seem picks up a few note cards and clears his throat. Carson: I have a statement here from NGIW’s General Manager Brendan Ofdensen that I am supposed to ramble off, ahem, here we go. Fellow FIW and NGIW fans alike, it is my proud honor to announce to all of you an arrangement that has been made with FIW Management in accordance with several contracts and legal jargon that is of little interest. The bottom line is that once the Flycore Championship belonged to the NGIW faithful and through several…blah blah blah. Adlibbing the cards, Carson chucks the first one over his head with little regard to what is printed on it. He continues scanning through and mentioning the parts he feels worth the attention of his time. Carson: Yada, yada. The Flycore Championship once belonged to NGIW and it is our hope that we can return it home. However, without insulting the current champion or etc, etc. More garbage, nobody cares, long winded speech about respect for Nick Allen that is political crap, yeah, yeah…an agreement has been made with FIW that a series of NGIW stars will challenge the current champion in fair matches in an effort to properly return it to NGIW, well this is stupid because there will be no further challenges for the title after this show, A Carny at the UN or whatever. And with that statement Carson tosses all the remaining cards into the air and ignores them as they flutter back down to the ground. Carson: Truth be told, I don’t care what the blowhards in either company have agreed upon. I don’t give a damn about the prestigious legacy this championship has had in either federation and I really could care a rat’s ass about Nick Allen. Some drunk walks around with a title belt and that is what makes him a champion? A champion is defined by his actions and the manner he carries himself, being some drunkard doesn’t make you worthy of a championship. Being one of the most awesome superstars to ever grace any wrestling ring however, does. With a cocky and arrogant demeanor, Carson stretches his arms behind his head with a lackadaisical flow. The disinterest on his face tells a tale in it’s own right that is of a severe lack of concern for his opposition at Anarchy at the UK. Carson: Falls Count Anywhere might mean mindless barbarians beating each other around an arena to some of the twits of the world, but to me it just means that I can pin Nick Allen cleanly whenever I feel convenient. I can take Nick with me to Starbucks in an armbar and win the Flycore Championship after I finish a Double Tall Venti Froth Vanilla Latte, I can drag him in a headlock to my dry cleaners and force him to submit while picking up my clothes. I can beat him in a box with a fox or on a in a house with a mouse, I can beat him here or there and I can beat him anywhere. The point is though that I will beat him clean and like a true professional without the sleazy need to bash him in the face with any sort of foreign object like a random thug. Delicately lifting a notecard that had landed on his shoulder, Carson flicks the renegade card off to the side and brushes off his shoulder. Carson: So go ahead and do me a favor there Little Nicky, that is if you can sober up long enough to understand the words that I am throwing at you. I need you to take that Flycore Championship, shine it up real nice and get it ready to be gift wrapped for me. Cause no matter how hard you try, no matter what you attempt to throw at me, no matter what cheap objects you try to smash my face in with, the end result is that Carson Rayne is taking the Flycore Championship back home with me to NGIW. Standing up off the stool, Carson adjusts his rustic colored zip up hoodie. He straightens his body a bit to stretch and that Colgate award winning smile returns. Carson: I’ll be seeing you soon Nicky boy. Hope you are ready for what is to come. That final statement leads to Carson turning and exiting out of our shot with that cliché walk away. The scene kicks in some more generic rock music as we fade to a promotional shot of this interbrand championship match. Some fancy video work of the history of the NGIW/FIW Flycore Championship begins to air but most likely you the fan have already turned off your set. |
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