Post by Paul Star on Mar 10, 2011 5:53:14 GMT -6
Paul Star stands in Shane Hunt's training gym, the Hunt Dungeon. He's alone, but he's not lonely. He knows that his other half would happily join him in the gym, unlike some peoples other halves. Paul has just finished his workout, and is already changed back into his street clothes. All he needs to do now is put his shades and jacket on, and he'll be ready to say see ya to Shane, and head off home.
Paul walks over to the bench against the wall, which his jacket is draped across. He picks his jacket up and throws it on. Paul fishes in the pockets of his jacket, and finds his shades. He doesn't put them on yet. He wants us to look straight into his eyes as he turns to the camera and begins speaking in a sarcastic tone.
" Oh so funny, Todd. You went and resorted to the gay jokes, just like other pathetic idiots in NCW do. You couldn't come up with anything good to say, so you took the easy route and made out that I'm some kind of stalker who wants a piece of your ass. "
Paul starts to laugh, but this laugh is obviously fake as it's very over the top. As quickly as the fake laughter had started, it comes to a halt. Paul raises an eyebrow, and looks very unimpressed.
" Yeah, not funny at all. First up, it's common knowledge that I'm good at Guitar Hero, and I play the game quite often. I even play with my girlfriend sometimes... On Guitar Hero, before you attempt to make some terrible joke about sex again. Yes, my girlfriend and I enjoy playing on the 360 with each other. How about you and your wife, Todd? Do you play computer games together? Oh no, of course you don't. Your wife doesn't do anything with you, because she thinks you're as pathetic as I think you are. Yes Todd, I went there! You can imply that I'm gay all you want, but if you ask Jenny how gay I am, she'll tell you I'm far too good with a woman to ever be mistaken for a homo. You though, can't deny the fact that you're terrible with women, because your soon to be ex-wife happily goes around and tells people how bad you are. You can lay in bed with the little hussy now, but the minute I beat you, she'll be out that door again. "
Paul smiles at the camera. He enjoyed getting that off his chest.
" Now, let's talk about originality. Before you came to NCW, I was here. I was here first, playing my 360 before NCW made the mistake of giving you a contract to sign. I had also declared my name, loudly and proudly before you'd set foot in NCW. Does that make you unoriginal? Of course it doesn't. There's millions of people Worldwide, playing computer games every day. There's also millions of people, shouting their names from rooftops, trying to make themselves known. You're nowhere near the first to do either of those things, so you're far from the originator. You're as much an originator as I am a follower, or clinger on. I do my own thing, when I want and where I want. Pathetic excuses for men like you don't influence me in any way, and I know for sure that I'd never want to copy anything that you do. If I did, I'd surely lose my girlfriend, and that ain't going to happen. "
Paul shakes his head slowly, and takes a deep breath.
" Impressing you isn't something I care to do. I've already impressed my fair share of people since joining NCW. The crowd has warmed to my charm, and the female fans think I'm damn sexy! "
Paul points at his face, then at his abs which can be made out through his T-shirt.
" It's not just my amazing physique or my wonderful personality that impresses people though. I also happen to be one of the best wrestlers on the roster. I'm faster than everyone, I'm technically superior to everyone, and I'm a better striker than everyone including that idiot Ander Carvetti. You could say I'm the perfect professional wrestler. Hell, I'll say it myself. I am without a doubt the most perfect professional wrestler there is, has been, and ever will be! I don't need to try and impress people. People see me, and they're instantly impressed. You say I don't impress you, but I say you're just scared. You're scared because you know I'm better than you in and out of the ring. Physically and mentally, I'm by far the better of the two of us. "
Paul smirks at the camera. He's had loads of fun insulting Todd. He's not finished yet though.
" I'm so confident that I'm better than you, that I took a day off from training earlier this week to go out with my girlfriend. She really wanted to spend some time with me, and I gladly obliged by taking her somewhere she wanted to go for the day. We had a really nice time together, and she loves me all the more because of it. "
Paul lets out a snicker, as he thinks of something else insulting to say to Todd.
" Maybe you should go grab a pen and paper, and take some notes from me on how to keep a partner happy... But then again, why the Hell would I want to help you? I just want to beat you in the ring, and if that throws your marriage into further jeopardy, that's not my problem. I'm just doing my job, and doing it damn well. What happens to you outside the ring as a result of me doing my job is no concern of mine. When we step into that ring against one another, it's all about the pride and glory of the win for me. It's nothing to do with relationship saving, and all about the victory. A victory that'll be mine, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can beat me. Talk about your dreams all you like, but when all is said and done, I'll make your wildest dreams become your worst nightmares. Wake up and smell those flowers you went out and picked earlier. The second you picked them, they started to die, just like your dreams will when I hit the Attitude Injection and pin you for the big three. Oh, and the only time your hand is being raised will be when I have you locked in the Star Bar. If you hear that snap, that's a sign that you should have just tapped. "
Paul lifts his empty hand and flashes three fingers in front of the camera, then drops his hand to his side.
" Bring your dreams to the ring with you, and I'll happily shatter them with a swift kick in the head... KAPOW! "
Paul finally slips his glasses on, covering his eyes.
" I do have one last thing to say before the talking is over, and it's time to let the wrestling do the talking. You can use my catchphrase all you want. I won't be pathetic and take it as an insult. I'll take it as a compliment. I was just trying to get you over when I used your catchphrase. You need all the help you can get to get yourself over, as you're rubbish at doing it for yourself. I won't be trying to get you over again though. Now, it's all about making myself look even better than I already do. It's all about beating you with ease, and getting my shot at Rob Diamond and his X Championship. "
Paul zips his jacket up, and is ready to go home.
" Enough talk. I'm heading home... But first, I need a cuppa! "
Paul walks over to the steps which lead out of the training gym. He grabs the rail which runs up the wall, and begins climbing the stairs. The camera watches Paul, as he reaches the top of the stairs and disappears around the corner. At this point, the camera fades and we are done here!
Paul walks over to the bench against the wall, which his jacket is draped across. He picks his jacket up and throws it on. Paul fishes in the pockets of his jacket, and finds his shades. He doesn't put them on yet. He wants us to look straight into his eyes as he turns to the camera and begins speaking in a sarcastic tone.
" Oh so funny, Todd. You went and resorted to the gay jokes, just like other pathetic idiots in NCW do. You couldn't come up with anything good to say, so you took the easy route and made out that I'm some kind of stalker who wants a piece of your ass. "
Paul starts to laugh, but this laugh is obviously fake as it's very over the top. As quickly as the fake laughter had started, it comes to a halt. Paul raises an eyebrow, and looks very unimpressed.
" Yeah, not funny at all. First up, it's common knowledge that I'm good at Guitar Hero, and I play the game quite often. I even play with my girlfriend sometimes... On Guitar Hero, before you attempt to make some terrible joke about sex again. Yes, my girlfriend and I enjoy playing on the 360 with each other. How about you and your wife, Todd? Do you play computer games together? Oh no, of course you don't. Your wife doesn't do anything with you, because she thinks you're as pathetic as I think you are. Yes Todd, I went there! You can imply that I'm gay all you want, but if you ask Jenny how gay I am, she'll tell you I'm far too good with a woman to ever be mistaken for a homo. You though, can't deny the fact that you're terrible with women, because your soon to be ex-wife happily goes around and tells people how bad you are. You can lay in bed with the little hussy now, but the minute I beat you, she'll be out that door again. "
Paul smiles at the camera. He enjoyed getting that off his chest.
" Now, let's talk about originality. Before you came to NCW, I was here. I was here first, playing my 360 before NCW made the mistake of giving you a contract to sign. I had also declared my name, loudly and proudly before you'd set foot in NCW. Does that make you unoriginal? Of course it doesn't. There's millions of people Worldwide, playing computer games every day. There's also millions of people, shouting their names from rooftops, trying to make themselves known. You're nowhere near the first to do either of those things, so you're far from the originator. You're as much an originator as I am a follower, or clinger on. I do my own thing, when I want and where I want. Pathetic excuses for men like you don't influence me in any way, and I know for sure that I'd never want to copy anything that you do. If I did, I'd surely lose my girlfriend, and that ain't going to happen. "
Paul shakes his head slowly, and takes a deep breath.
" Impressing you isn't something I care to do. I've already impressed my fair share of people since joining NCW. The crowd has warmed to my charm, and the female fans think I'm damn sexy! "
Paul points at his face, then at his abs which can be made out through his T-shirt.
" It's not just my amazing physique or my wonderful personality that impresses people though. I also happen to be one of the best wrestlers on the roster. I'm faster than everyone, I'm technically superior to everyone, and I'm a better striker than everyone including that idiot Ander Carvetti. You could say I'm the perfect professional wrestler. Hell, I'll say it myself. I am without a doubt the most perfect professional wrestler there is, has been, and ever will be! I don't need to try and impress people. People see me, and they're instantly impressed. You say I don't impress you, but I say you're just scared. You're scared because you know I'm better than you in and out of the ring. Physically and mentally, I'm by far the better of the two of us. "
Paul smirks at the camera. He's had loads of fun insulting Todd. He's not finished yet though.
" I'm so confident that I'm better than you, that I took a day off from training earlier this week to go out with my girlfriend. She really wanted to spend some time with me, and I gladly obliged by taking her somewhere she wanted to go for the day. We had a really nice time together, and she loves me all the more because of it. "
Paul lets out a snicker, as he thinks of something else insulting to say to Todd.
" Maybe you should go grab a pen and paper, and take some notes from me on how to keep a partner happy... But then again, why the Hell would I want to help you? I just want to beat you in the ring, and if that throws your marriage into further jeopardy, that's not my problem. I'm just doing my job, and doing it damn well. What happens to you outside the ring as a result of me doing my job is no concern of mine. When we step into that ring against one another, it's all about the pride and glory of the win for me. It's nothing to do with relationship saving, and all about the victory. A victory that'll be mine, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can beat me. Talk about your dreams all you like, but when all is said and done, I'll make your wildest dreams become your worst nightmares. Wake up and smell those flowers you went out and picked earlier. The second you picked them, they started to die, just like your dreams will when I hit the Attitude Injection and pin you for the big three. Oh, and the only time your hand is being raised will be when I have you locked in the Star Bar. If you hear that snap, that's a sign that you should have just tapped. "
Paul lifts his empty hand and flashes three fingers in front of the camera, then drops his hand to his side.
" Bring your dreams to the ring with you, and I'll happily shatter them with a swift kick in the head... KAPOW! "
Paul finally slips his glasses on, covering his eyes.
" I do have one last thing to say before the talking is over, and it's time to let the wrestling do the talking. You can use my catchphrase all you want. I won't be pathetic and take it as an insult. I'll take it as a compliment. I was just trying to get you over when I used your catchphrase. You need all the help you can get to get yourself over, as you're rubbish at doing it for yourself. I won't be trying to get you over again though. Now, it's all about making myself look even better than I already do. It's all about beating you with ease, and getting my shot at Rob Diamond and his X Championship. "
Paul zips his jacket up, and is ready to go home.
" Enough talk. I'm heading home... But first, I need a cuppa! "
Paul walks over to the steps which lead out of the training gym. He grabs the rail which runs up the wall, and begins climbing the stairs. The camera watches Paul, as he reaches the top of the stairs and disappears around the corner. At this point, the camera fades and we are done here!