Post by twmslater on Aug 27, 2007 10:32:55 GMT -6
(The camera fades in on the interior of a gym/workout room type place. Various pieces of equipment can be seen throughout, with a large wrestling ring in the center. The camera pans over to an incline press machine, where working out on it is Kevin Slater. Sitting next to him, talking, is his brother Ian. They haven't noticed the camera present yet.)
IS: Alright bro, announcement just came down, you debut on the Pay Per View, in a three way, against, uh... Ricky Johnson and The Myth.
KS(doing reps): Tapes?
IS: Yes, I got the tapes already.
KS: Bio's?
IS: Yes, I got those too. C'mon bro, this'll be easy. You're a vet, you're experienced, you're been in three-way matches and won. You've been on Pay Per View, and won. This'll be cake. Who cares if you're jerking the curtain.
(Kevin stops his reps and looks at Ian)
KS: Opening match?
IS: Uh, yeah. Well, I mean-
KS: Its alright. I've been out of the game for five friggin' years. Of course my first match back would be opening the show. Wouldn't have it any other way.
IS: Right. Ok, so, on these two guys-
KS: Styles, what am I looking for? What can I do against them. What do they finish stuff off with. I only gotta beat on of them, so which one do I focus on?
IS: Well, uh, judging by bio's, Myth's the smaller one, but he looks nuttier than Aunt Peggy's fruit cake.
KS: Alright, gives me something to shoot for. Get me videos ASAP, I wanna know what these guys are thinking.
(At this point, Ian just looks up and notices the camera crew.)
IS: You guys been here long?
(The camera nods)
KS: Who? (*he turns and sees the cameras) I see camera crews haven't changed in five years.
(Slater smirks as he stops his workout, sitting down to address the camera)
KS: My first brush with the nCw Camera crew. My first promo in five years. Heh, how's it going? So, September second. Road to the Gold, I get to open the show. Open the show in a Three Way match. Three debuting superstars, one winner. That's alright. Ricky Johnson, Myth, I'll admit, I don't know much about you, for now. In a week, that'll change. See, I'm old school, I prepare. By the time we do our intros and the bell rings, I'll know you two better than you know yourselves. And that's ok. Because I ain't here to lose. I didn't come here to drop the opening match my first night out. I came here to win. I came here to make my mark again. And Sunday Night, September Second, I start it off.[/color]
(Slater cracks his neck)
There's still a long way for this horse to go. Road to the Gold, I start my race again. Ricky Johnson, Myth, get ready. Do your homework, train yourself, all that crap. Just be ready, for me.
(Slater pauses for a second or two, then shakes his head, looking back at Ian)
Something's missing.
IS: You need a catch-phrase.[/color]
KS: I do not.
IS: Dude, you do! You used to have one. But you can't use that anymore.
KS: I don't want to. That's it, I'm done here. Give me those tapes, I got some prep to do.
(With that Kevin takes the tapes and papers off of Ian, and walks away, heading toward an office nearby. Ian pauses, then looks at the camera, flashing a wide grin)
IS: Get ready to get destroyed, by a WRESTLING MACHINE! heh heh heh, That's a good one.
KS(from the office): IAN!
IS: Whoops.
(With that, Ian flashes one more grin at the camera before trotting off after his brother, seeming real proud of himself as the camera fades.)
OOC:The edit was fixing the color format, I messed it up.
IS: Alright bro, announcement just came down, you debut on the Pay Per View, in a three way, against, uh... Ricky Johnson and The Myth.
KS(doing reps): Tapes?
IS: Yes, I got the tapes already.
KS: Bio's?
IS: Yes, I got those too. C'mon bro, this'll be easy. You're a vet, you're experienced, you're been in three-way matches and won. You've been on Pay Per View, and won. This'll be cake. Who cares if you're jerking the curtain.
(Kevin stops his reps and looks at Ian)
KS: Opening match?
IS: Uh, yeah. Well, I mean-
KS: Its alright. I've been out of the game for five friggin' years. Of course my first match back would be opening the show. Wouldn't have it any other way.
IS: Right. Ok, so, on these two guys-
KS: Styles, what am I looking for? What can I do against them. What do they finish stuff off with. I only gotta beat on of them, so which one do I focus on?
IS: Well, uh, judging by bio's, Myth's the smaller one, but he looks nuttier than Aunt Peggy's fruit cake.
KS: Alright, gives me something to shoot for. Get me videos ASAP, I wanna know what these guys are thinking.
(At this point, Ian just looks up and notices the camera crew.)
IS: You guys been here long?
(The camera nods)
KS: Who? (*he turns and sees the cameras) I see camera crews haven't changed in five years.
(Slater smirks as he stops his workout, sitting down to address the camera)
KS: My first brush with the nCw Camera crew. My first promo in five years. Heh, how's it going? So, September second. Road to the Gold, I get to open the show. Open the show in a Three Way match. Three debuting superstars, one winner. That's alright. Ricky Johnson, Myth, I'll admit, I don't know much about you, for now. In a week, that'll change. See, I'm old school, I prepare. By the time we do our intros and the bell rings, I'll know you two better than you know yourselves. And that's ok. Because I ain't here to lose. I didn't come here to drop the opening match my first night out. I came here to win. I came here to make my mark again. And Sunday Night, September Second, I start it off.[/color]
(Slater cracks his neck)
There's still a long way for this horse to go. Road to the Gold, I start my race again. Ricky Johnson, Myth, get ready. Do your homework, train yourself, all that crap. Just be ready, for me.
(Slater pauses for a second or two, then shakes his head, looking back at Ian)
Something's missing.
IS: You need a catch-phrase.[/color]
KS: I do not.
IS: Dude, you do! You used to have one. But you can't use that anymore.
KS: I don't want to. That's it, I'm done here. Give me those tapes, I got some prep to do.
(With that Kevin takes the tapes and papers off of Ian, and walks away, heading toward an office nearby. Ian pauses, then looks at the camera, flashing a wide grin)
IS: Get ready to get destroyed, by a WRESTLING MACHINE! heh heh heh, That's a good one.
KS(from the office): IAN!
IS: Whoops.
(With that, Ian flashes one more grin at the camera before trotting off after his brother, seeming real proud of himself as the camera fades.)
OOC:The edit was fixing the color format, I messed it up.
