Post by Freakke on Feb 26, 2010 22:33:53 GMT -6
Freakke sat with his legs crossed against a ring in an empty arena. He looked at the camera smiling and laid his head against the apron once more. The way he sat made his coat lay out around him like it was too tall for him.
"Sunday, only a few days away. I'm going to open the show with seven other men in one nightmare of an elimination match."
He looked back to the camera and pulled himself up.
"The match has my full attention. Especially several of my opponents. Brad Kane especially. He beat me fair and square but I don't think he can do it again. I know he can't. I normally don't carry grudges. I normally try to be a nice guy. I just can't stand by though. His intentions bother me. I could care less about losing...just not to someone like you Brad. You're too caught up in your own sadistic joy ride of 'revenge'. I'm not done with you yet."
Freakke pulled off his coat. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt underneath.
"A few of you I've fought before as well. Sexy Jason and Jack Hammond. Your good wrestlers and I respect you both. We put on one hell of show in those matches. Keep it up guys. I want to see you both bringing your best. Losing to you guys wouldn't be such a pain. I'd accept it the way it is. But I don't intend on losing. I sure hope neither of you do either. You will if you do. You will all too soon."
Freakke turned around and climbed into the ring. He walked around and looked back out to the camera.
"I don't believe I'm acquainted with Jason Evans as well but I do hear good things about the guy. He should be an interesting opponent. Not too much for your good ol' Carnival King though. I look forward to our first meeting in the ring. I hope it the feeling is mutual."
Freakke moved forward and leaned on the ropes. He got closer to the camera this way and he glared at it. He smiled again.
"Lastly, we have a slew of newer guys. I don't know most of you, but once you step into the ring, I will. I'll know you as compatriots. Fellow competitors. Co-workers. Rivals."
He stood up straight again and moved the hair out of his painted face.
"Slone, Wilde, Machado. Names the fans here at nCw will know for a good long time. Loved, hated, tolerated, or maybe respected. To earn that, you have to do what I've set out to do this whole time: continually make the show better. Step up everyday to the challenges, to overcome them. To face your opponents with dignity and do your best to put them down for the pin, knowing they're out to do the same. Make it your goal to be better. Otherwise, none of you will stand a chance."
He backed up again and smirked. His arms left his side and extended out as far as they'd go.
"Sunday. Only a few days away. Only one man can stand in the end. Do any of you feel you can be that man? I do. I never doubt that. Not even when it looks bad. I know I can be that guy standing tall. In a few days, I'll prove it. I will be that one wrestler of us eight to have my hand raised at the end of the match."
He started to laugh and the shot faded away. His laughter didn't stop though. Not even when it was black.
"Sunday, only a few days away. I'm going to open the show with seven other men in one nightmare of an elimination match."
He looked back to the camera and pulled himself up.
"The match has my full attention. Especially several of my opponents. Brad Kane especially. He beat me fair and square but I don't think he can do it again. I know he can't. I normally don't carry grudges. I normally try to be a nice guy. I just can't stand by though. His intentions bother me. I could care less about losing...just not to someone like you Brad. You're too caught up in your own sadistic joy ride of 'revenge'. I'm not done with you yet."
Freakke pulled off his coat. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt underneath.
"A few of you I've fought before as well. Sexy Jason and Jack Hammond. Your good wrestlers and I respect you both. We put on one hell of show in those matches. Keep it up guys. I want to see you both bringing your best. Losing to you guys wouldn't be such a pain. I'd accept it the way it is. But I don't intend on losing. I sure hope neither of you do either. You will if you do. You will all too soon."
Freakke turned around and climbed into the ring. He walked around and looked back out to the camera.
"I don't believe I'm acquainted with Jason Evans as well but I do hear good things about the guy. He should be an interesting opponent. Not too much for your good ol' Carnival King though. I look forward to our first meeting in the ring. I hope it the feeling is mutual."
Freakke moved forward and leaned on the ropes. He got closer to the camera this way and he glared at it. He smiled again.
"Lastly, we have a slew of newer guys. I don't know most of you, but once you step into the ring, I will. I'll know you as compatriots. Fellow competitors. Co-workers. Rivals."
He stood up straight again and moved the hair out of his painted face.
"Slone, Wilde, Machado. Names the fans here at nCw will know for a good long time. Loved, hated, tolerated, or maybe respected. To earn that, you have to do what I've set out to do this whole time: continually make the show better. Step up everyday to the challenges, to overcome them. To face your opponents with dignity and do your best to put them down for the pin, knowing they're out to do the same. Make it your goal to be better. Otherwise, none of you will stand a chance."
He backed up again and smirked. His arms left his side and extended out as far as they'd go.
"Sunday. Only a few days away. Only one man can stand in the end. Do any of you feel you can be that man? I do. I never doubt that. Not even when it looks bad. I know I can be that guy standing tall. In a few days, I'll prove it. I will be that one wrestler of us eight to have my hand raised at the end of the match."
He started to laugh and the shot faded away. His laughter didn't stop though. Not even when it was black.