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| Thy Name Is TRIUMPH; A Neo Carner Promotion | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 16 2010, 04:14 AM (45 Views) | |
| That Darn Seph | Jul 16 2010, 04:14 AM Post #1 |
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Neo Carner A man who has gone the distance with some of the best in this business. The man has been a one man calvary over the FIW. Bringing out the best out of every opponent he squares off with. A man who prides himself on his wrestling ability and his charisma. A former FIW Tag Team Champion. A man who has faced betrayal at the hands of two men he once held like diamonds in his heart. Rufus Harlowe and Snake, a former mentor and best friend. They aligned with the Brotherhood, their leader? Krychek was instrumental in their change to the dark side. Neo Carner has taken it all in stride, using the anger to fuel him on a week to week basis. Finally, at Summer Of Sin, Neo Carner gets his hands on the man that has tortured him so. Neo is standing in front of the black curtain with the FIW adorned logo. He is alone, it seems Neo's first promotional one will be a solo one. How will he react to the signing of such a hot prospect as becoming UIC champion? Who knows! Neo Carner wears the latest merchandise baring his name, a pair of dark grey jeans and a brown leather belt with frivolous designs. Neo looks confident, calm and collect. His eyes rest straight ahead into the camera. Neo: "Once again, here we are Krychek. Once again, you and I. One on one, man to man...hand to hand. It really has been eye for an eye, hasn't it? Sure, I cause you your first clean loss here in the FIW. You get me back with Spider-Man. Not content to just remind me of the past, you actually bring in a fossil of my past with Rufus Harlowe. I wait patiently, tag you back by beating you up before and during your matches. Your redemption? Burying me in cement. Not one to be bested, I slam dump truck into your rental car and bury you beneath a mountain of sand." Neo taps his chin. Neo: "I'm still standing. I'm still breathing. I'm still TALKING. You can't shut me up Krychek, and you can't get me to go away. Scab? No, I think I've far exceeded that derogatory term. No...I think we've reached the plateau of rivals. But what is it we are competing for? What has the object of all of this been? Why do we do these things? What fuels the flames of this bitterness? Jealousy? Hatred? Could it really be that you hate everything I stand for? Is hate too strong of a word? No, I don't think it's strong. I think it paints a wonderful portrait of this animosity we share for one another. But finally...finally, we are pitted against one another with something we can hold over the others head." Neo chuckles, his breath baited with anticipation. Neo: "Oh no longer is this a contest of one ups! No longer will we have to go back and forth struggling to reach a finish line in the distance. No no! There is a finish line...there is a peak! Finally we can hit the climax! You see my advesary. It's finally just you and me...No longer will Neo have to cut down every member of the Brotherhood coughs up. Snake? I knocked his ass out COLD. Your lackeys? They don't even warrant a name drop, and guess what? They ate defeat at the hands of a nice COLD steel bat, compliments of Terry Cane. Finally! FINALLY! It's just you and me! Neo Carner! The Residence of Presence goes one on one with The Despot Rurik Krychek! Sounds like a God damn monster movie!" Neo pounds his right fist into his left palm. Neo: "But really...there's only one monster in this match. That monster is me! You? You're no monster, no...You lost that thing around your waist...what was it? Uhh...Oh yeah! The Cruiserweight Championship. That thing you used to brag about. But why did you ever brag about it? Who the hell did you face note worthy that's still around today? Who? William James? Nope. La Lesbiana? Nope. T-Bird? Yeah, he's still around...but is he really worth boasting about? And let's see! You faced everyone of those would be contenders in a one on one bout! How did you lose that belt? Ah yes, when the odds were stacked against you. How many people were in that match? 9? And TWO of them were helping you! Jesus man! You had the numbers game in your pocket yet...you couldn't overcome adversity." Neo folds his arms across his chest. Neo: "Just like in High School! When all the jocks would pick on ya, instead of overcoming the odds and making Brotherhood HIGH SCHOOL EDITION, you just sat in the locker you were stuffed in and cried. Just like when you and I faced off the first time...You couldn't overcome me, because as much as you like to boast that your brain makes you far superior...You couldn't out wrestle me. Ya' see...You could replay the match a hundred times over and the results will always be the same Krychek-y. You're going to lose. You know why? Because, that's just the way the food chain is assembled. Nerds like you will always be under the Jocks like me." Neo unfolds his arms. Neo: "But let's just look at our accomplishments, side by side! I defeated Snake in a one on one contest. Hell, I KNOCKED the mother fucker OUT. You? You got beat by Snake at Nensai Senjou. Oh wah wah wah! He was using the ropes! He kicked me in the throat! WAH! FUCKING WAH! You get no shake with your french cries. Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre? I recall you and your Butt Brother Chris Cage going toe to toe with them...but alas...you came up...*snort*" Neo cups his hands to his mouth, holding back his laughter. He lowers his hands, his eyes darting back and forth. Neo: "Short?" Neo can't help it, letting loose a hardy laugh. Neo: "BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!" Neo wipes a tear from his eye. Neo: "Me? I came up golden! I laid out the two of them, and walked away with the Championship gold. The second time? Well...I can't really say I didn't try, but hell. Snake himself said he's a quitter and let himself get pinned. So, I can't really be at fault that the idiot you enlisted doesn't want gold around his slimy waist." Neo lifts a finger. Neo: "But that leaves one challenge you haven't been able to overcome. The one CHALLENGE that haunts you! The one that got away! Me! Neo Carner! I can beat Neo Carner! Hell, I do it almost three times a week in the shower!" Awkward visuals, eh? Neo: "But you? You can't beat me. I can do everything you can do, and BETTER. Why? Because I am a TRIUMPH. Look at me!" Neo says grabbing his Neo Carner merchandised shirt by the collar and tears the shirt off down the center like some kind of Hogan mark. Neo: "Cut to the bone! I am in the best physical shape of my life! You? LOOK AT THOSE TITS. You're not a fine physical specimen like myself. You're all about the mental game. But tell me point Dexter. How're you going to hoist me up and drop me for that fancy finisher of yours when you're spent? When your gassed!? You proved you couldn't beat the odds in your last bout as Champion. Face it Krychek. You couldn't go the distance with me last time. You put up a good fight, but in the end...you couldn't put me away. I outsmarted you...YOU of all people! You thought that Sleeper Hold was going to put me away and you were wrong. You overestimated your own abilities and underestimated mine. You paid for it, and you've been doing everything in your power to bitch and whine about it ever since. I mean seriously, you've done everything in your power to make my life a living hell." Neo presents his hands to himself. Neo: "But here I am. Still breathing. Still talking...STILL STANDING. You can't take me out Krychek. You can't beat me. You couldn't get me to join the Brotherhood. You couldn't beat me in the ring. And you won't be winning the Undisputed International CHAMPIONSHIP. That glory is reserved for me. It's time we finally put this rivalry of ours to rest...and let the reign of the TRIUMPHANT ONE BEGIN! But please Krychek! Prove me wrong! I want this match to be hundred times better than our last. I want this to be the match the first one should have been! I want to BELIEVE you are every bit of hell you've made me feel! I want to fight a man who Krychek claims to be...not the one I defeated. I want to FIGHT Krychek. I don't want to wrestle him. No, No NO! I want you to taste every ounce of pain you caused me. Every emotional and physical infliction you've caused...I look to return. It's only right I give you the gift you've given me." Neo stands silently for a moment, lowering his head and lets his hair fall over his face. His head rises, his passionate fury filled eyes peering straight into the lens. Neo: Pain." Cold Fade To Black. END |
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