Post by Paul Star on Apr 12, 2011 18:22:39 GMT -6
Paul Star sits on a steel chair in the middle of his locker room, wearing his ring gear and a black baseball cap. It's been about ten minutes since the tag match he was involved in had finished, and the aftermath of the match had come to an end. Things out there got crazy after the match, yet Paul now seems very calm. Calm, and happy that his team got the job done. Paul looks at the camera, with a glint in his eyes as he begins speaking in a cheerful tone.
" Wow, what a great match I just had. The five men and one midget who will be wrestling in the Coliseum match next weekend, put it all on the line to try and gain some momentum before Sovereign rolls around once again. We all tried our hardest to get the win this evening, and in the end it was me, Mark Evil, and Steve Awesome who came out on top. I'm quite surprised by how well we worked together as a team, and it paid off for us three. Everything went as near to perfect as it could go for us, and even though I would have been chuffed to have gotten the pin, I have to say congrats to Evil for getting the three count for us. "
Paul's hand moves up to the peak of his cap, and he moves it in a tipping motion. His hand then lowers to it's original position on his lap.
" Evil, I tip my hat to you mate. You, Steve, and me looked great out there tonight. It seems a shame that our tag team days will be so short lived, but that's just the way it goes. "
Paul shrugs, not fussed that he won't be teaming with either man next week.
" Next weekend, there won't be any teaming up, or any tagging to give ourselves a respite. Next weekend, once we climb inside that cage, we won't have a chance to catch our breaths. From the moment that cage door closes behind us, we're all trapped inside that massive structure, and we'll have to endure masses of pain. At first, we'll think we're able to handle it, but as the match goes on, it gets more gruelling and more painful. By the end of it all, win or lose, we will all have suffered more pain than the human body is made to handle. How can I be so sure about this? I've been there, and I've done it. Hell, I've got the scars to prove it! "
Paul leans forward on the chair, and reaches down to the bottom of his trousers. He rolls up his left trouser leg to his knee. The camera zooms in on Paul's leg. Paul places the tip of his left index finger on his leg just below the knee, and runs the finger down about five inches, following the path of a long scar. Paul then unrolls his trouser leg, covering the scar and his leg up once again. Paul sits up straight, and looks at the camera once again.
" That's a war wound from last years Coliseum match. I can't remember how many stitches I had in my leg to hold that gash closed, but I do remember the pain I felt after the match. During the match, it didn't hurt too much. I think a mixture of adrenaline and being focused on my five opponents made me suck up the pain and fight on as if nothing had happened, because I had no idea I'd been cut so badly until I was back in the locker room. I took my boot off, and my foot was drenched in blood. Only then did I realise I'd been cut deep. "
Paul's speech comes to a halt, as he decides to stand. He was only sitting down to make showing his scar easier anyway. Paul doesn't take his eyes off the camera as he stands up, and as soon as he's fully upright, he continues speaking once again.
" When you're in the Coliseum match and you've got five other wrestlers baying for your blood, you've gotta hide those injuries. If you get hurt, you can't show any signs of pain. The second you show any weakness, or any sign that you're hurt, that's the moment you may as well throw in the towel and admit defeat. With five wrestlers attacking you where it'll hurt the most, you don't stand a chance of winning. Winning is what I intend to do this year, so I won't be showing any signs of weakness.
I know what everyone is thinking. They're all like " Paul, you didn't win last year, So what makes you think you'll win this year? " . I know I didn't win. I was there... That doesn't mean I wrestled badly though. I wrestled just as well as all five of the other wrestlers, but one man just happened to get the break he needed to pin me. It happens, and I don't mind admitting that I got caught off guard because I was a little overwhelmed by the Coliseum match. That won't be happening this year though. This year I can say I've been there, and I've experienced the brutality of the match. I'm fully prepared for whatever gets thrown my way, from my opponents and from the cage itself. "
Paul's hand once again raises up to the peak of his cap, but this time he rips the cap from his head and throws it away in what's supposed to be a dramatic fashion.
" This year is my year to win the thing! Awesome, Evil, Carvetti, Xander, and Jones. You can all plead your cases until the cows come home, but I'm the wrestler out of the six of us who went through a Coliseum match just last year, and who's experienced it first hand. I have it scouted, and if I'm honest I feel like I've got it in the bag. "
Paul pauses, and looks up and away from the camera. He runs his fingers down his beard, and a confident grin crosses his face.
" Paul Star, Coliseum match winner 2011. Hmm... Sounds perfect. "
The camera fades on Paul, thinking about what he just said while still grinning.
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It's Tuesday afternoon, and Shane Hunt is standing in his kitchen with Paul Star. Both men are dressed in their training gear, and look like they've finished their workout already. Shane is pouring hot water out of a kettle, into two mugs. As he does so, he fires a question at Paul.
" So, are you looking forward to the Coliseum match this weekend? "
Paul nods his head, even though Shane doesn't see the head movement.
" Yeah, it's going to be great! I'm really confident that I'm going to win it this year. "
Shane stirs one of the drinks, then takes a teabag out of the other and stirs it as well. He picks up the mug which obviously contains tea, and hands it to Paul. Paul takes hold of it by the handle, and places it down on the counter next to himself.
" This is your second year in a row where you've been in the match, so I can understand your confidence. You're against some really tough competition though, so don't let your confidence turn into complacency. "
Paul understands what Shane is saying, but he feels Shane is stating the obvious. Paul explains this to Shane in the nicest way he possibly can.
" I appreciate your concern mate, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to let my confidence get the better of me. I know how dangerous some of my opponents are going to be, especially when they have a steel cage to play with. I'll be completely focused on the task at hand, so complacency isn't something you need to be concerned about. "
" That's good to know. "
Shane takes a sip of his coffee, then asks Paul another question.
" So, how do you plan on getting to Memphis? "
Paul shrugs his shoulders. He hadn't even though about his travel options.
" I dunno. I guess I'll drive there... "
Shane's eyes widen, as he stares at Paul in disbelief.
" Seriously? You're not thinking about driving your ancient VW Beetle all that way, are you? "
Paul nods his head. He's not sure why Shane is questioning his travel choice for.
" Of course mate. What's up with my Beetle? "
" It's a rust bucket! "
Paul's jaw drops! He can't believe Shane is insulting his beloved car.
" That car is my pride and joy! I love it nearly as much as I love your sister... "
" That may be the case, but I still don't think it'd make it all that way with breaking down in the middle of nowhere. If that happened to you, you'd never get to Memphis in time to win the Coliseum match. "
Paul takes a few seconds to think through what Shane just said, then responds to it.
" What do you suggest I do then? "
Shane smiles. He already had an answer to that question, before Paul even asked it.
" You, Jennifer, and I drive down there together in my Mustang. "
Paul seems to like this idea, as he nods and smiles.
" OK mate, that sounds like it'll be fun. I'm up for that. "
Shane is happy to hear that Paul likes his idea.
" Excellent. Drink up then, and we'll go tell Jennifer the plan. "
Paul agrees to this. He picks up his mug of tea and starts drinking it as the camera cuts off.
" Wow, what a great match I just had. The five men and one midget who will be wrestling in the Coliseum match next weekend, put it all on the line to try and gain some momentum before Sovereign rolls around once again. We all tried our hardest to get the win this evening, and in the end it was me, Mark Evil, and Steve Awesome who came out on top. I'm quite surprised by how well we worked together as a team, and it paid off for us three. Everything went as near to perfect as it could go for us, and even though I would have been chuffed to have gotten the pin, I have to say congrats to Evil for getting the three count for us. "
Paul's hand moves up to the peak of his cap, and he moves it in a tipping motion. His hand then lowers to it's original position on his lap.
" Evil, I tip my hat to you mate. You, Steve, and me looked great out there tonight. It seems a shame that our tag team days will be so short lived, but that's just the way it goes. "
Paul shrugs, not fussed that he won't be teaming with either man next week.
" Next weekend, there won't be any teaming up, or any tagging to give ourselves a respite. Next weekend, once we climb inside that cage, we won't have a chance to catch our breaths. From the moment that cage door closes behind us, we're all trapped inside that massive structure, and we'll have to endure masses of pain. At first, we'll think we're able to handle it, but as the match goes on, it gets more gruelling and more painful. By the end of it all, win or lose, we will all have suffered more pain than the human body is made to handle. How can I be so sure about this? I've been there, and I've done it. Hell, I've got the scars to prove it! "
Paul leans forward on the chair, and reaches down to the bottom of his trousers. He rolls up his left trouser leg to his knee. The camera zooms in on Paul's leg. Paul places the tip of his left index finger on his leg just below the knee, and runs the finger down about five inches, following the path of a long scar. Paul then unrolls his trouser leg, covering the scar and his leg up once again. Paul sits up straight, and looks at the camera once again.
" That's a war wound from last years Coliseum match. I can't remember how many stitches I had in my leg to hold that gash closed, but I do remember the pain I felt after the match. During the match, it didn't hurt too much. I think a mixture of adrenaline and being focused on my five opponents made me suck up the pain and fight on as if nothing had happened, because I had no idea I'd been cut so badly until I was back in the locker room. I took my boot off, and my foot was drenched in blood. Only then did I realise I'd been cut deep. "
Paul's speech comes to a halt, as he decides to stand. He was only sitting down to make showing his scar easier anyway. Paul doesn't take his eyes off the camera as he stands up, and as soon as he's fully upright, he continues speaking once again.
" When you're in the Coliseum match and you've got five other wrestlers baying for your blood, you've gotta hide those injuries. If you get hurt, you can't show any signs of pain. The second you show any weakness, or any sign that you're hurt, that's the moment you may as well throw in the towel and admit defeat. With five wrestlers attacking you where it'll hurt the most, you don't stand a chance of winning. Winning is what I intend to do this year, so I won't be showing any signs of weakness.
I know what everyone is thinking. They're all like " Paul, you didn't win last year, So what makes you think you'll win this year? " . I know I didn't win. I was there... That doesn't mean I wrestled badly though. I wrestled just as well as all five of the other wrestlers, but one man just happened to get the break he needed to pin me. It happens, and I don't mind admitting that I got caught off guard because I was a little overwhelmed by the Coliseum match. That won't be happening this year though. This year I can say I've been there, and I've experienced the brutality of the match. I'm fully prepared for whatever gets thrown my way, from my opponents and from the cage itself. "
Paul's hand once again raises up to the peak of his cap, but this time he rips the cap from his head and throws it away in what's supposed to be a dramatic fashion.
" This year is my year to win the thing! Awesome, Evil, Carvetti, Xander, and Jones. You can all plead your cases until the cows come home, but I'm the wrestler out of the six of us who went through a Coliseum match just last year, and who's experienced it first hand. I have it scouted, and if I'm honest I feel like I've got it in the bag. "
Paul pauses, and looks up and away from the camera. He runs his fingers down his beard, and a confident grin crosses his face.
" Paul Star, Coliseum match winner 2011. Hmm... Sounds perfect. "
The camera fades on Paul, thinking about what he just said while still grinning.
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It's Tuesday afternoon, and Shane Hunt is standing in his kitchen with Paul Star. Both men are dressed in their training gear, and look like they've finished their workout already. Shane is pouring hot water out of a kettle, into two mugs. As he does so, he fires a question at Paul.
" So, are you looking forward to the Coliseum match this weekend? "
Paul nods his head, even though Shane doesn't see the head movement.
" Yeah, it's going to be great! I'm really confident that I'm going to win it this year. "
Shane stirs one of the drinks, then takes a teabag out of the other and stirs it as well. He picks up the mug which obviously contains tea, and hands it to Paul. Paul takes hold of it by the handle, and places it down on the counter next to himself.
" This is your second year in a row where you've been in the match, so I can understand your confidence. You're against some really tough competition though, so don't let your confidence turn into complacency. "
Paul understands what Shane is saying, but he feels Shane is stating the obvious. Paul explains this to Shane in the nicest way he possibly can.
" I appreciate your concern mate, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to let my confidence get the better of me. I know how dangerous some of my opponents are going to be, especially when they have a steel cage to play with. I'll be completely focused on the task at hand, so complacency isn't something you need to be concerned about. "
" That's good to know. "
Shane takes a sip of his coffee, then asks Paul another question.
" So, how do you plan on getting to Memphis? "
Paul shrugs his shoulders. He hadn't even though about his travel options.
" I dunno. I guess I'll drive there... "
Shane's eyes widen, as he stares at Paul in disbelief.
" Seriously? You're not thinking about driving your ancient VW Beetle all that way, are you? "
Paul nods his head. He's not sure why Shane is questioning his travel choice for.
" Of course mate. What's up with my Beetle? "
" It's a rust bucket! "
Paul's jaw drops! He can't believe Shane is insulting his beloved car.
" That car is my pride and joy! I love it nearly as much as I love your sister... "
" That may be the case, but I still don't think it'd make it all that way with breaking down in the middle of nowhere. If that happened to you, you'd never get to Memphis in time to win the Coliseum match. "
Paul takes a few seconds to think through what Shane just said, then responds to it.
" What do you suggest I do then? "
Shane smiles. He already had an answer to that question, before Paul even asked it.
" You, Jennifer, and I drive down there together in my Mustang. "
Paul seems to like this idea, as he nods and smiles.
" OK mate, that sounds like it'll be fun. I'm up for that. "
Shane is happy to hear that Paul likes his idea.
" Excellent. Drink up then, and we'll go tell Jennifer the plan. "
Paul agrees to this. He picks up his mug of tea and starts drinking it as the camera cuts off.