Post by xcaliber on Oct 21, 2006 5:19:13 GMT -5
The scene fades up to the OCW training facility. After panning the empty room for a while they spot a man in the far corner. After approaching him closer it comes into view to be X-Caliber lifting weights. He continues his reps as the camera gets close enough to get a promo out of him.[/color]
X-Caliber: 196 ...... 197 ........ 198 ...... 199 ......... 200!
X puts the weights down and stands up panting a little bit. After taking a deep breath he begins speaking.[/color]
X-Caliber: Not only do I get a chance to help Sylas determine the control over his contract as well, but seeing as I already have control over my contract, I'm just looking forward to claiming my first OCW championship. The Chosen One is ready ...
After a loud noise the camera does a complete turn around towards the door of the gym. They notice another man has walked in and approaches them. After a few brief moments the picture becomes clear and it's Sylas Styles walking up to X-Caliber. They exchange a arrogant modified handshake before X-Caliber continues talking.[/color]
X-Caliber: Do you see this man? Ghosts, and goblins, and ghouls, OH MY! Which ape in a suit is booking these matches anyhoo? With Halloween up and coming I find it fitting that the Golden Prodigy, and myself, The Chosen One prove that these zombies and goblins aren't nothing to fear. You know what they say about a man that needs to hide behind a mask. We might not be the biggest men in this match, but appearances are deceiving and we ARE the baddest men in the match.
X-Caliber smirks and turns to Sylas and gives him a sinister grin before continuing to speak.[/color]
X-Caliber: I'm gunna lay it down pretty simple for these morons. Crypt Keeper, you are big and good for nothing. I don't care about your past acheivements ... you see X-Caliber looks towards the future, no need to dwell on the past. Trust me, Sylas and I will stop at nothing to keep you down and out, hopefully for good. I don't care if that means dragging your mummy ass back to Egypt and stuffing you in the sarcophagus you crawled out from. As for Black Moon[/color], ... well, let's just put it this way ... after the pummeling we give your ass, you'll have to change your name to "Black & Blue Moon". Hah.
X-Caliber and Sylas let off a small laugh about the statements X-Caliber made towards the Instruments of Destruction. Before he continues to speak he turns to his duffle bag which is a few feet nearby. As he turns around and squats down digging through the bag, he pulls out a cardboard cutout championship title. X-Caliber slings if over his shoulder and walks with his arms straight out and legs stiff, making zombie noises.[/color]
X-Caliber: Yo Sylas, check it, I'm the Tag Team Champion Monn' Joogra[/color]. Dur, dur!
X-Caliber rips the cardboard title off his shoulder and throws it on the ground. He contiinues to talk.
X-Caliber: You are nothing more than some mutant pile of trash that managed to climb out of sewer drains and into a OCW arena. As for that cardboard title, that's all you deserve to carry around Joogra, you are a paper champion. Paper champion's dont impress the likes of myself and Sylas, in fact, we take pleasure in making those paper champions fold ... and once we got them to fold ... we tear them apart along the crease. So let that be a warning ... The Chosen One, The Golden Prodigy, we got an accurate lock on that target on your chest. Oh by the way, who is even your tag partner?
Sylas interupts to help X out.[/color]
Sylas Styles: I think it's some guy named Johnny Grey ...?[/color]
After a moment of silence, X-Caliber and Sylas both look at each other. Staring at one another, with an almost worried look on each of their faces. A few more moments go by and they bust out laughing histerically. X-Caliber tries to speak again, trying to catch his breath from the good laugh.[/color]
X-Caliber: Johnny Grey? Ahahaha. Hey man ... I just wanted to thank you for purchasing the X-Caliber t-shirt that you wear on the way to the ring. Plain and simple ... we're going to show this "Machine" why he needs to oil up those rusty joints. If Mr. Roboto wants to try and give an extra effort, we'll just have to send this machine to the trash heep with the rest of the old, out-dated, broken, useless machines.
X-Caliber turns around and begins talking to Sylas in a lower tone so that only they could hear one another. The camera crew begins backing up a little bit.[/color]
X-Caliber: 196 ...... 197 ........ 198 ...... 199 ......... 200!
X puts the weights down and stands up panting a little bit. After taking a deep breath he begins speaking.[/color]
X-Caliber: Not only do I get a chance to help Sylas determine the control over his contract as well, but seeing as I already have control over my contract, I'm just looking forward to claiming my first OCW championship. The Chosen One is ready ...
After a loud noise the camera does a complete turn around towards the door of the gym. They notice another man has walked in and approaches them. After a few brief moments the picture becomes clear and it's Sylas Styles walking up to X-Caliber. They exchange a arrogant modified handshake before X-Caliber continues talking.[/color]
X-Caliber: Do you see this man? Ghosts, and goblins, and ghouls, OH MY! Which ape in a suit is booking these matches anyhoo? With Halloween up and coming I find it fitting that the Golden Prodigy, and myself, The Chosen One prove that these zombies and goblins aren't nothing to fear. You know what they say about a man that needs to hide behind a mask. We might not be the biggest men in this match, but appearances are deceiving and we ARE the baddest men in the match.
X-Caliber smirks and turns to Sylas and gives him a sinister grin before continuing to speak.[/color]
X-Caliber: I'm gunna lay it down pretty simple for these morons. Crypt Keeper, you are big and good for nothing. I don't care about your past acheivements ... you see X-Caliber looks towards the future, no need to dwell on the past. Trust me, Sylas and I will stop at nothing to keep you down and out, hopefully for good. I don't care if that means dragging your mummy ass back to Egypt and stuffing you in the sarcophagus you crawled out from. As for Black Moon[/color], ... well, let's just put it this way ... after the pummeling we give your ass, you'll have to change your name to "Black & Blue Moon". Hah.
X-Caliber and Sylas let off a small laugh about the statements X-Caliber made towards the Instruments of Destruction. Before he continues to speak he turns to his duffle bag which is a few feet nearby. As he turns around and squats down digging through the bag, he pulls out a cardboard cutout championship title. X-Caliber slings if over his shoulder and walks with his arms straight out and legs stiff, making zombie noises.[/color]
X-Caliber: Yo Sylas, check it, I'm the Tag Team Champion Monn' Joogra[/color]. Dur, dur!
X-Caliber rips the cardboard title off his shoulder and throws it on the ground. He contiinues to talk.
X-Caliber: You are nothing more than some mutant pile of trash that managed to climb out of sewer drains and into a OCW arena. As for that cardboard title, that's all you deserve to carry around Joogra, you are a paper champion. Paper champion's dont impress the likes of myself and Sylas, in fact, we take pleasure in making those paper champions fold ... and once we got them to fold ... we tear them apart along the crease. So let that be a warning ... The Chosen One, The Golden Prodigy, we got an accurate lock on that target on your chest. Oh by the way, who is even your tag partner?
Sylas interupts to help X out.[/color]
Sylas Styles: I think it's some guy named Johnny Grey ...?[/color]
After a moment of silence, X-Caliber and Sylas both look at each other. Staring at one another, with an almost worried look on each of their faces. A few more moments go by and they bust out laughing histerically. X-Caliber tries to speak again, trying to catch his breath from the good laugh.[/color]
X-Caliber: Johnny Grey? Ahahaha. Hey man ... I just wanted to thank you for purchasing the X-Caliber t-shirt that you wear on the way to the ring. Plain and simple ... we're going to show this "Machine" why he needs to oil up those rusty joints. If Mr. Roboto wants to try and give an extra effort, we'll just have to send this machine to the trash heep with the rest of the old, out-dated, broken, useless machines.
X-Caliber turns around and begins talking to Sylas in a lower tone so that only they could hear one another. The camera crew begins backing up a little bit.[/color]