Post by Werwulf on Mar 12, 2010 23:53:11 GMT -5
*The camera fades in on Wulf and Core backstage at an OCW house show. Wulf stands facing toward Core, the Cruiserweight title around his waist and a look of slight concern on his face. Core meanwhile stands facing the camera, World title slung over his shoulder, determination and hatred upon his face. Joining them, is Justin Case.*
Case: Puppets, at the first show of OCW under the banner of Rick Slade, you two made quite the showing.
*Wulf scans Core carefully before unbuckling his strap and placing it on his shoulder nearest the camera.*
Werwulf: I'd say that's quite the understatement Case. Ya see, in the last seven years, I've earned quite a plethora of championships, interestingly enough, including seven World Title reigns.
And yet, through out OCW's history, a mere three titles have eluded my grasp. The Intercontinental Championship, the Submissions Championship... *raises his shoulder slightly to show off his belt* ..and this baby. It's taken me seven long years, but I am finally the Cruiserweight Champion; the rightful champion.
Case: Heh, and ya only had to have your boy toy here help ya beat ole 'Raven senseless to get it.
Werwulf: *smirking* As they say, all's fair in love and war. After the upcoming show, 'Raven'll be lucky if he can even move.
Case: Ya, cept this time Core here won't be there to save your a..
Manticore: SHUT IT CASE!
*Justin jumps back slightly as Wulf makes a move toward Core, who merely raises his arm, holding him back.*
Manticore: Let me tell you a story, Case. It goes something along the lines of Once Upon a Time...
Ya see, once upon a time, there was a wrestling federation full of 'Legends' and 'Real Deals', 'Icons' and..'Megastars'. But the reality was, quite simply, the vast majority of these 'Stars' were nothing more then bottom feeding losers who just happened to get lucky.
They either jerked the booker and the ref, or they pushed enough merch to get some extra face time. Very, very few actually gave their all to earn what they had. I have the honor of being partnered with one such person. But that's not what this tale is about.
This tale, is about an outsider, who was thrust into this world unexpectedly. They knew not what they were doing, or how they would do it, but yet, they not only adapted, they excelled. Title after title, win after win, they proved themselves.
But despite all they achieved, many still considered them barely mid-card, they were but a small pebble on the mountain. Despite being better and giving more then the majority of the so called 'Legends; he was still ignored. Well no more. You see, last sunday night, the One deemed not worthy gave more then ANYONE in this company ever has.
In one night, I not only decimated Kunk, half destroyed Bloodraven beside Wulf, and gave one hell of a showing in the battle royal, but I also gave a little piece of myself to this company. For some rhyme or reason, perhaps but for the amusement of fate, but by the grace of an exploding plant, OCW gained my flesh, blood and bone. I gave my finger unto OCW, and with it I sealed my place in these hallowed halls.
You see, not only did I lose my finger, but I continued on; I kept up the fight until I was finally put down for the count. Yet stay down I didn't. Despite it all, I rose up, I showed no weakness, no submission to the dark abyss, and for that, I WAS ATTACKED BY A COWARD!!!!
*Behind them on the video screen, the end of the match begins to play. It shows Core tapping out and Teabag begining to celebrate. Core rises to his feet and tries to taunt to the back to let them know he was ok. As he goes to turn toward the ref, Teabag suddenly attacks him with two punches to the face, knocking him off balance then connecting with a kick sending him back down to the mat.*
Manticore: Douchebag Douglas!! *the rage in his eyes burns bright* How very much like the rest of your pathetic career. You certainly proved you are a Mega-Coward.
It takes a big man to sit back and hide until the work is done, then put away someone who's been in two other fights. And oh my, doesn't it take a Star to attack someone who's injured, and then just like the little bitch you are, claim you took their finger as a trophy.
*He holds up his right hand and wiggles all five digits.*
Manticore: Well guess what Douchebag? I paid my due and paid my bills, and the Docs say I'm all cleared to wrestle.
What does that mean for you? Well for one, it means you have both Puppets hunting your ass, but more importantly, it means if Dante doesn't show up, your lil shot at the X-Violence strap goes against the next person in line from the battle. That's right, it means you get the pleasure of seeing me again.
But this time, oh this time, you get the honor of facing a fully charged and healthy Manticore. Let's see how big of a man you are when you actually have to face someone who is your better on an even footing...
*With that, Core adjusts the World title and takes his leave, with Wulf following suit.*
Case: Puppets, at the first show of OCW under the banner of Rick Slade, you two made quite the showing.
*Wulf scans Core carefully before unbuckling his strap and placing it on his shoulder nearest the camera.*
Werwulf: I'd say that's quite the understatement Case. Ya see, in the last seven years, I've earned quite a plethora of championships, interestingly enough, including seven World Title reigns.
And yet, through out OCW's history, a mere three titles have eluded my grasp. The Intercontinental Championship, the Submissions Championship... *raises his shoulder slightly to show off his belt* ..and this baby. It's taken me seven long years, but I am finally the Cruiserweight Champion; the rightful champion.
Case: Heh, and ya only had to have your boy toy here help ya beat ole 'Raven senseless to get it.
Werwulf: *smirking* As they say, all's fair in love and war. After the upcoming show, 'Raven'll be lucky if he can even move.
Case: Ya, cept this time Core here won't be there to save your a..
Manticore: SHUT IT CASE!
*Justin jumps back slightly as Wulf makes a move toward Core, who merely raises his arm, holding him back.*
Manticore: Let me tell you a story, Case. It goes something along the lines of Once Upon a Time...
Ya see, once upon a time, there was a wrestling federation full of 'Legends' and 'Real Deals', 'Icons' and..'Megastars'. But the reality was, quite simply, the vast majority of these 'Stars' were nothing more then bottom feeding losers who just happened to get lucky.
They either jerked the booker and the ref, or they pushed enough merch to get some extra face time. Very, very few actually gave their all to earn what they had. I have the honor of being partnered with one such person. But that's not what this tale is about.
This tale, is about an outsider, who was thrust into this world unexpectedly. They knew not what they were doing, or how they would do it, but yet, they not only adapted, they excelled. Title after title, win after win, they proved themselves.
But despite all they achieved, many still considered them barely mid-card, they were but a small pebble on the mountain. Despite being better and giving more then the majority of the so called 'Legends; he was still ignored. Well no more. You see, last sunday night, the One deemed not worthy gave more then ANYONE in this company ever has.
In one night, I not only decimated Kunk, half destroyed Bloodraven beside Wulf, and gave one hell of a showing in the battle royal, but I also gave a little piece of myself to this company. For some rhyme or reason, perhaps but for the amusement of fate, but by the grace of an exploding plant, OCW gained my flesh, blood and bone. I gave my finger unto OCW, and with it I sealed my place in these hallowed halls.
You see, not only did I lose my finger, but I continued on; I kept up the fight until I was finally put down for the count. Yet stay down I didn't. Despite it all, I rose up, I showed no weakness, no submission to the dark abyss, and for that, I WAS ATTACKED BY A COWARD!!!!
*Behind them on the video screen, the end of the match begins to play. It shows Core tapping out and Teabag begining to celebrate. Core rises to his feet and tries to taunt to the back to let them know he was ok. As he goes to turn toward the ref, Teabag suddenly attacks him with two punches to the face, knocking him off balance then connecting with a kick sending him back down to the mat.*
Manticore: Douchebag Douglas!! *the rage in his eyes burns bright* How very much like the rest of your pathetic career. You certainly proved you are a Mega-Coward.
It takes a big man to sit back and hide until the work is done, then put away someone who's been in two other fights. And oh my, doesn't it take a Star to attack someone who's injured, and then just like the little bitch you are, claim you took their finger as a trophy.
*He holds up his right hand and wiggles all five digits.*
Manticore: Well guess what Douchebag? I paid my due and paid my bills, and the Docs say I'm all cleared to wrestle.
What does that mean for you? Well for one, it means you have both Puppets hunting your ass, but more importantly, it means if Dante doesn't show up, your lil shot at the X-Violence strap goes against the next person in line from the battle. That's right, it means you get the pleasure of seeing me again.
But this time, oh this time, you get the honor of facing a fully charged and healthy Manticore. Let's see how big of a man you are when you actually have to face someone who is your better on an even footing...
*With that, Core adjusts the World title and takes his leave, with Wulf following suit.*
