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Hunting For The Snake Oil Salesman; Neo Carner Promotion
Topic Started: Jul 6 2010, 10:42 PM (34 Views)
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Neo Carner is sitting on a blue steel folding chair. Neo's head was hung low, the black steel bat that he borrowed from Terry Cane was still in his possession for some reason, perhaps he hadn't gotten the chance to give it back. Neo's hair was damp, clinging to either side of his face as his mouth was tightly clenched. Neo's eyes were wide with a bizarre flame, a flame that burned passionately with the hatred that brewed inside of him. Wearing a "S-Neo" T-shirt that was ripped and torn to shreds, along with a pair of blue jeans. This week, Neo was facing the man he once could have called his Brother. A man he relied on and could depend on to be his partner since the year two thousand and seven. It all disappeared. All those moments they shared, all those victories and defeats they struggled through. The bonds had been broken, and the memories now only acted as a fuel for the fires of revenge. Three Cheers for that sweet revenge, because Neo was looking to wrap his hand around it's cold throat.

Neo: "The time has come Snake, I've systematically burned The Brotherhood down to cinders. If the remaining pieces of your faction know what's good for them, they'll keep their nose out of our arrangment. Because this week, I've got you. I've got you all to myself, I've got you in that ring and the only way you're getting out of that ring is if you tap out like the slithering serpent you are. Or if I knock you out, and they cart you out on a stretcher. I thought about requesting this match to be no disqualification...but I thought that'd make it too easy. It'd be too easy for you to go outside and try and grab yourself a chair. Grab yourself a winner to make up for your short comings. So I thought of the best possible match, a match that would show you for what you really are."

Neo lowers his head, tapping the tip of the bat against his forehead several times and suddenly his face lifted as his eyes pierced directly into the camera.

Neo: "A wash up. A mere scrub in comparison to me. And would you look at where we are? The top of the card, the main event! When was the last time you headlined a show Snake? When was the last time your name was up at the top of the marquee? Do you even remember the last time you received top billing? Don't let the new found placement fool you, you're in the main event...because of me. The whole world is interested in you, because of me."

Neo pushes the chair out from under him, kicking his foot back and rocketing the chair across the room and into the wall. The loud metal clangs and echoes throughout the room.

Neo: "So is that it Snake!? Are you using me as the launching pad to re-invent yourself!? Looking to make me your stepping stone to a newer brighter you? Hm? You looking to make me a stepping stone as you cross the river of the FIW? Well 'friend', you're going to have to step high if you think you're stepping over me. But I'll save you the trouble of even having to do a promotional video this week, because we all know you're horrible at them. I mean...You didn't even bother trying to communicate or make an acceptable verbal stance when we went in to defend those titles. Did you? And why would you? You obviously had your sleight of hand already planned out, so why go to the trouble of faking everybody out that you were actually going to put in an effort to defend the belts? Sadly, I should have seen this change in attitude from you. It's been painfully obvious you haven't been happy here in the FIW, what with being the man you once were."

Neo says, lifting his finger and points it as if he were jabbing it directly into the Snake's sternum.

Neo: "An honored CHAMPION of a man Snake. A man of LOYALTY! A man of RESPECT! I did you the honor of being my partner! I carried your gold over my shoulder as a REMINDER to everybody! To remind everybody that YOU were still my partner in my eyes! I didn't slap the belt on some replacement! No! I waited around like a STUPID dog with his loyalty and respect for you! Waiting for you to come back! And what did you do!? YOU SLAPPED THE DOG IN THE FACE!"

Neo rips his hand across his own face, slapping himself hard.

Neo: "You pointed he gun at old yeller here and you pulled the trigger and tried to bury your so called shame! Bury me like all of the hallmarks that once were apart of your character. Loyalty? Respect? You say these are your new found morals...but you clearly don't bury a man alive if you believe in such high standards."

Neo calmly drags his hand over his mouth, leaving it there for a moment and then goes on with his talk after lowering his raised meat hook.

Neo: "You use to be a household name on the independents, didn't you? There wasn't a promotion you wouldn't touch, everywhere you went you strived hard to achieve the gold. Here? You haven't been so lucky, have you? Having your ass handed to you week after week. I mean...What have you honestly done here in the FIW that can be seen as some kind of merit that you can call your own? Winning the tag team titles? Well, you wouldn't have done that had I been there to lay out both Clay and Keith, now wouldn't you? But, just as quickly as you could make the assertion, it can be easily taken away with the fact that YOU lost the titles for us."

Neo jabs his index finger forward, throwing his factual statements at Snake.

Neo: "You were the one that got pinned, correct? So, there goes that merit of yours. Your only claim to fame here in the FIW is being my partner Snake. That's it. Must have eaten you alive on the inside, huh? That some guy like you, a wonderful success on the independents...was being over shadowed by me. A man who is making a name for himself in the one place that it matters. The FIW. We've walked similar paths, though your road was paved with far more gold. Me? I've shown myself to be a successful Tag Team specialist already in the FIW, and I've left the impression in the minds of our audience and the boys in the back that I am somebody to watch out for. You?"

Neo chuckles, lowering the steel bat and let it dangle in his fingertips. Neo lifts his head and continues to speak with his face to the camera.

Neo: "You? What have YOU done, Snake? You betrayed the only thing that was leading you to the top. The Brotherhood? What have they done? Better yet, what can they do? There most competent member Krychek was easily brushed aside last week, and this week? You'll follow suit. Do you know why? Because you can't cut it anymore Snake. You couldn't hold up to the people's demand of you. You turned your back on me...and you turned your back on all of our fans. All of YOUR fans. And why? Because you were jealous? Hmph. I'd love for a clear explanation Snake, because everything you've called me and said I am guilty of...You were guilty of. So you've decided to change your ways? Turn over a new leaf? Well I hate to break it to you brother. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you walk out to KISS or AC DC. It doesn't matter if you're wearing black or if you're dressed up in a damn rubber Godzilla costume."

Neo narrows his eyes into the camera.

Neo: "You won't be knocking me out Snake. You will not make me tap out. You're at the starting line of a downward spiral...and I'm looking to be the boot in your ass that throws you down!"

Neo eyes well up, as if he's holding back some deep seeded emotions.

Neo: "And when I'm done with you...I don't want to know you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to SEE you. You're DEAD in my eyes once I'm done with you Snake. When I KNOCK you out. When I CHOKE you out. You're DONE! We're DONE! You're just another stone in the wall Snake...You'll just be another collapsing pillar in the Brotherhood structure. And when it's all said and done...You'll never cross my path again."

Neo wraps his hands tightly around the bat, swinging it over his shoulder and slams it down on the steel folding chair several times. Each swing connects mangling the frame of the chair. Neo is growling through gritted teeth, his eyes ablaze with a fiery passion unseen before! Neo was a man possessed by his desire to get his revenge! Neo stops his assault, no longer barraging the chair with his bat attack he stands up straight and stares directly into the camera again. He very calmly, but sternly claims.

Neo: "And you can believe that!"

The final word was injected with bile and venom, the exclamation point had been set and the war was ON.

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