Post by shanomacbry on Aug 23, 2009 6:40:34 GMT -5
*static*
...
[The camera opens to the innermost sanctum of a forest...]
[... what may very well be reffered to as a RAIN forest...]
[... somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of a forgotten location...]
[... in St. Louis, Missouri.]
*static*
...
[The camera returns, this time inside an abandoned log cabin...]
[The floor... splintered. The windows... not there. Because there are none. Windows, that is. Uhm... Oh, and the fireplace? Crackling with flames... a wooden chair not too far away.]
[The chair rocks back... and forth. Back... and forth. Until finally, the rocking halts... and a voice emerges.]
Voice: Heartland Championship Wrestling... BAH! To me, it just sounds like a new name... with the SAME... OLD... SHIT!
Voice: Griffin... Saidogai... Apollo... Heather... and, YECH, the "Dhampir". You guys... honestly? You make me sick. Literally. You make me want to VOMIT. In fact, I just threw up a bit in my mouth...
Voice: You PEOPLE... you insist on desperately latching onto the past. This company may go under the name "HCW", but in reality? It's just the ol' XAW with a fancy, shmancy new paint job. And that, again, SICKENS ME.
Voice: You can't put lipstick on a pig and call it a rocking horse! ... Sorry, I've been watching too many Obama speeches and Dr. Phil lectures... But ANYWAY! You'd think you people would have awoken to reality by now. But it seems you're all intent on living in 2001... when it's almost 2010!!! In the end though, there is one face that is familiar... but ISN'T here.
Voice: The high-flyer... the mat wizard... Mr. Popular... The Deite's Dragon... J...V...X.
[Who?]
Voice: JAVEX VALERIUS!!!
[Ohhh, of COURSE! The greatest superstar in the history of XAW! The leader of the Surface Dwellers! The man who single handedly led the resistence against the vile scourge of the Underground! The high-flyin', death defyin', wheelin', dealin' - ]
Voice: NARRATOR!
[Hm?]
Voice: SHADDAPAYAFACE!!!
[... Sorry, boss. Please, continue...]
Voice: Argh... as I was TRYING to say, Javex isn't here. And it should be quite obvious to ANY of you exactly why that is.
[Because he's got a real life?]
Voice: NO!
[So you mean that book writing thing didn't pan out? How about the dance club? You're telling me he's not the KING of Arizona's night scene by now?]
Voice: ... Huh? ... NO! Dammit, what I mean is, Javex isn't here, because he EVOLVED! Something you'd THINK many of you would have done by now, but unfortunately? That just isn't the case. You're all stuck in the same, sad, pathetic gimmicks you were nearly TEN years ago! Gimmicks that were ALREADY tired when I was nothing but a young buck, standing up to the lot of you for the rights of guys like Bass Monsoon, Mystic, and Kidd X!
[... Kidd X? ... Who?]
Voice: It doesn't matter!!!
Dwayne: IF YA SMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL -
Voice: Get back in the basement!!!
Dwayne: ... yes master.
Voice: Ahem... ANYWAY, while you PEOPLE are stuck in the past, Javex has already evolved... matured... He's moved on, into the future, and forgotten about what made him what he WAS... and now focuses only on what makes him who he IS. Such as I am.
I am...
Voice: Those two words... they really epitomize my entire tenure in XAW. Again... and again... I heard them ringing in my ears. I heard them echoing throughout the arena... and inside my head.
Voice: But now... he is gone. The man who tortured me... who I confessed my undying love to... my childhood idolization of to... only to have him SPIT in my face...
Voice: But you wanna know something funny? That man... he's gone. The one that continuouslly shouted, "I AM, I AM, I AM!" ... he is NO MORE... And now?
Voice: I Am!!!
Voice: Some of you may know me as Reeve Gordon... some of you? You may remember a pillow-biting fairy named "raYne". Hell, for the past five years I've gone by the name "Axl Van Halen" in a small time federation called 'Brawlers on a Budget'. But in the end... that's ALL in the past. And that, my friends, is what seperates me... from all of you.
Voice: I know when to move on. I know when to move forward. And more importantly, I know how to seperate reality from fantasy...
Voice: Fantasy is Believing in magical things like "raYne Forests", and fanstastic stories of a dragon warrior who soars so high into the sky that it takes hours for him to return to the canvas... Seriously, who REALLY Believed that JVX could leap that high off the turnbuckle? Not me... atleast.... not anymore.
Voice: Reality? Reality is the Truth. And the Truth is... raYne Forests don't exist. Neither do dragons. Only pain... only anguish... only torment.
Voice: And these are the three things I wish to bring to this promotion. Javex is no longer around to protect you has-beens and never was... -es. ... Javex WAS!
I AM...
[The voice rises from the chair... begins to turn... and when he does so, we realize that... well, we don't realize much, other than the fact that he's wearing a cloak, so we STILL can't figure out who this jerk is... DAMN the suspense!]
? : Once, I was known as Reeve... Then? raYne... Most recently, I was known as Axl. But the Truth is, these are just names. They are not who I am... Who I Am is so much more than a mere gimmick... I Am an entity to be feared... to be terrified of... I Am hell personified...
? : A man's name is not what Truly matters... it is where he chooses to go...
? : And I choose to go... to HCW. No matter the name, it is still the same place I remember from so long ago... and my only purpose in this business... is to see, once and for all, that the remains of Xtreme Alliance Wrestling is brought down... My purpose... is to KILL XAW... regardless of what it is called.
[The man behind the voice drops the robe... to reveal himself...]
[His face is painted the very same way as that of legendary grappler, Sting...]
[His hair is long, wild, and mulit-colored...]
[He wears one lime green eye contact, and the other, hot pink...]
[His legs are adorned with a pair of jet black 'Trippz' pants, with chains loosely scattered about...]
[He wears a glittery, sparkling t-shirt with the word 'DIVA' printed across the front in faux diamonds...]
[His feet are bare, and his wrists are accentuated by spiked bands...]
[Around his throat is a necklace... carrying a crystal dragon pendant...]
[... and in his right hand, he holds firmly a black baseball bat.]
[Born Reeve... Bred raYne... Became Axl... Now? He lives by but one name...]
Legion: I AM LEGION...
... for we ARE many.
[Hm... So... You're going by 'Legion' now?]
Legion: Yeah! Kinda catchy, eh?
[Well, to tell the Truth... It STINKS!]
Legion: ... YOU STINK!
Legion: What's that?
Legion: ... Oh shit.
*static*
- bump, bump -
You think you can tell us what to eat?
- bump, bump -
Heheh... You think you can tell us the square root of six hundred and fifty five?
- bump, bump -
You think got a nifty knit sweater?
...
Well ya bettah get ready...
... TO GO OVER A BUNCH OF JOBBERSSS!
BREAK IT DOWN~!!!1a
the one man stable, "d-preperation h"... jack hoff. soon... he WILL arrive! and if you're down with him, then i've got eight words for yaaa - team with the hoff... and beat one off!
*jack hoff died on the way back to his home planet.*
- are you ready ? -
...
[The camera opens to the innermost sanctum of a forest...]
[... what may very well be reffered to as a RAIN forest...]
[... somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of a forgotten location...]
[... in St. Louis, Missouri.]
*static*
...
[The camera returns, this time inside an abandoned log cabin...]
[The floor... splintered. The windows... not there. Because there are none. Windows, that is. Uhm... Oh, and the fireplace? Crackling with flames... a wooden chair not too far away.]
[The chair rocks back... and forth. Back... and forth. Until finally, the rocking halts... and a voice emerges.]
Voice: Heartland Championship Wrestling... BAH! To me, it just sounds like a new name... with the SAME... OLD... SHIT!
Voice: Griffin... Saidogai... Apollo... Heather... and, YECH, the "Dhampir". You guys... honestly? You make me sick. Literally. You make me want to VOMIT. In fact, I just threw up a bit in my mouth...
Voice: You PEOPLE... you insist on desperately latching onto the past. This company may go under the name "HCW", but in reality? It's just the ol' XAW with a fancy, shmancy new paint job. And that, again, SICKENS ME.
Voice: You can't put lipstick on a pig and call it a rocking horse! ... Sorry, I've been watching too many Obama speeches and Dr. Phil lectures... But ANYWAY! You'd think you people would have awoken to reality by now. But it seems you're all intent on living in 2001... when it's almost 2010!!! In the end though, there is one face that is familiar... but ISN'T here.
Voice: The high-flyer... the mat wizard... Mr. Popular... The Deite's Dragon... J...V...X.
[Who?]
Voice: JAVEX VALERIUS!!!
[Ohhh, of COURSE! The greatest superstar in the history of XAW! The leader of the Surface Dwellers! The man who single handedly led the resistence against the vile scourge of the Underground! The high-flyin', death defyin', wheelin', dealin' - ]
Voice: NARRATOR!
[Hm?]
Voice: SHADDAPAYAFACE!!!
[... Sorry, boss. Please, continue...]
Voice: Argh... as I was TRYING to say, Javex isn't here. And it should be quite obvious to ANY of you exactly why that is.
[Because he's got a real life?]
Voice: NO!
[So you mean that book writing thing didn't pan out? How about the dance club? You're telling me he's not the KING of Arizona's night scene by now?]
Voice: ... Huh? ... NO! Dammit, what I mean is, Javex isn't here, because he EVOLVED! Something you'd THINK many of you would have done by now, but unfortunately? That just isn't the case. You're all stuck in the same, sad, pathetic gimmicks you were nearly TEN years ago! Gimmicks that were ALREADY tired when I was nothing but a young buck, standing up to the lot of you for the rights of guys like Bass Monsoon, Mystic, and Kidd X!
[... Kidd X? ... Who?]
Voice: It doesn't matter!!!
Dwayne: IF YA SMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL -
Voice: Get back in the basement!!!
Dwayne: ... yes master.
Voice: Ahem... ANYWAY, while you PEOPLE are stuck in the past, Javex has already evolved... matured... He's moved on, into the future, and forgotten about what made him what he WAS... and now focuses only on what makes him who he IS. Such as I am.
I am...
Voice: Those two words... they really epitomize my entire tenure in XAW. Again... and again... I heard them ringing in my ears. I heard them echoing throughout the arena... and inside my head.
Voice: But now... he is gone. The man who tortured me... who I confessed my undying love to... my childhood idolization of to... only to have him SPIT in my face...
Voice: But you wanna know something funny? That man... he's gone. The one that continuouslly shouted, "I AM, I AM, I AM!" ... he is NO MORE... And now?
Voice: I Am!!!
Voice: Some of you may know me as Reeve Gordon... some of you? You may remember a pillow-biting fairy named "raYne". Hell, for the past five years I've gone by the name "Axl Van Halen" in a small time federation called 'Brawlers on a Budget'. But in the end... that's ALL in the past. And that, my friends, is what seperates me... from all of you.
Voice: I know when to move on. I know when to move forward. And more importantly, I know how to seperate reality from fantasy...
Voice: Fantasy is Believing in magical things like "raYne Forests", and fanstastic stories of a dragon warrior who soars so high into the sky that it takes hours for him to return to the canvas... Seriously, who REALLY Believed that JVX could leap that high off the turnbuckle? Not me... atleast.... not anymore.
Voice: Reality? Reality is the Truth. And the Truth is... raYne Forests don't exist. Neither do dragons. Only pain... only anguish... only torment.
Voice: And these are the three things I wish to bring to this promotion. Javex is no longer around to protect you has-beens and never was... -es. ... Javex WAS!
I AM...
[The voice rises from the chair... begins to turn... and when he does so, we realize that... well, we don't realize much, other than the fact that he's wearing a cloak, so we STILL can't figure out who this jerk is... DAMN the suspense!]
? : Once, I was known as Reeve... Then? raYne... Most recently, I was known as Axl. But the Truth is, these are just names. They are not who I am... Who I Am is so much more than a mere gimmick... I Am an entity to be feared... to be terrified of... I Am hell personified...
? : A man's name is not what Truly matters... it is where he chooses to go...
? : And I choose to go... to HCW. No matter the name, it is still the same place I remember from so long ago... and my only purpose in this business... is to see, once and for all, that the remains of Xtreme Alliance Wrestling is brought down... My purpose... is to KILL XAW... regardless of what it is called.
[The man behind the voice drops the robe... to reveal himself...]
[His face is painted the very same way as that of legendary grappler, Sting...]
[His hair is long, wild, and mulit-colored...]
[He wears one lime green eye contact, and the other, hot pink...]
[His legs are adorned with a pair of jet black 'Trippz' pants, with chains loosely scattered about...]
[He wears a glittery, sparkling t-shirt with the word 'DIVA' printed across the front in faux diamonds...]
[His feet are bare, and his wrists are accentuated by spiked bands...]
[Around his throat is a necklace... carrying a crystal dragon pendant...]
[... and in his right hand, he holds firmly a black baseball bat.]
[Born Reeve... Bred raYne... Became Axl... Now? He lives by but one name...]
Legion: I AM LEGION...
... for we ARE many.
[Hm... So... You're going by 'Legion' now?]
Legion: Yeah! Kinda catchy, eh?
[Well, to tell the Truth... It STINKS!]
Legion: ... YOU STINK!
Legion: What's that?
Legion: ... Oh shit.
*static*
- bump, bump -
You think you can tell us what to eat?
- bump, bump -
Heheh... You think you can tell us the square root of six hundred and fifty five?
- bump, bump -
You think got a nifty knit sweater?
...
Well ya bettah get ready...
... TO GO OVER A BUNCH OF JOBBERSSS!
BREAK IT DOWN~!!!1a
the one man stable, "d-preperation h"... jack hoff. soon... he WILL arrive! and if you're down with him, then i've got eight words for yaaa - team with the hoff... and beat one off!
*jack hoff died on the way back to his home planet.*
- are you ready ? -