JoetheShow
September 23rd, 2006, 09:20 PM
Early on at Revival the scene changes to a crappy hallway backstage where a young man, still a teenager, is standing. He has mid-length black hair a black “Fugazi” t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts with his wrestling boots and gear already on. He shakes the hair from his eyes and looks at the camera. His face is excited but also has a pissed off tone. After a few seconds pass, he begins…
Tyler Hart: A phenomenon, nineteen years in the making, officially begins tonight. Tonight, I step into the ring for the debut of Pro Wrestling Warriors, to make a name for myself and establish myself as a great wrester. My father was part of one of the best tag teams of the 80s, and my training is about the only thing that assh*le ever gave me. Unfortunately for Mathew Voltaire and Adam Pugh, I did follow in his footsteps in one way.
Tyler chews the words for a moment then gets back into focus.
Tyler Hart: I’m making my debut against two men. One is a passive, artsy f*ck-wit and the other… well lets just say these two are a couple of bitches in a pod. Neither has ever shown they have what it takes to make it in this business.
Voltaire, you can use all your philosophies and whatever bullsh*t you use to get laid by, but it won’t help you in the ring tonight. Everything you know will be put to a test. Tonight will be a mental test that no theories, ideologies, or moment of clarity will help you get through the hell you’ll experience tonight. You seem like a nice, smart guy. But tonight I’m going to walk over you to get where I need to go, the top.
Adam Pugh, I think in a way, you might enjoy getting your ass handed to you tonight. You seem to be a big fan of paintings and other bullsh*t of the sort. So in our match, just for you I’m going to give you a front row seat to the beginning of my masterpiece. You see, I’m going to spill little Mattie’s blood all over the canvass with calculated strokes and a methodical madness you could appreciate. And when it’s finished, I’ll come after you and put you through the same hell just so you’ll understand why I’m here in PWW. You’ll have the best seat in the house as I trap you in the Texas Cloverleaf, and make you scream as you lie in Voltaire’s blood.
Tonight, the new era begins. I’ve been training five years for this, my first match in a respectable company. My time begins right now, the rest of you have two choices: step aside or get trampled. In that ring, the bastard child of a jackal and a rubix cube reveals what hell is really like. Welcome to my hell motherf*ckers.
Tyler storms off camera and we cut back to ringside.
OOC: allright, sorry about the lateness, a lot of things added together made this the worst week of my life. As far as his character, still way undeveloped... it'll take me a few shows to do some neato heel things.
Tyler Hart: A phenomenon, nineteen years in the making, officially begins tonight. Tonight, I step into the ring for the debut of Pro Wrestling Warriors, to make a name for myself and establish myself as a great wrester. My father was part of one of the best tag teams of the 80s, and my training is about the only thing that assh*le ever gave me. Unfortunately for Mathew Voltaire and Adam Pugh, I did follow in his footsteps in one way.
Tyler chews the words for a moment then gets back into focus.
Tyler Hart: I’m making my debut against two men. One is a passive, artsy f*ck-wit and the other… well lets just say these two are a couple of bitches in a pod. Neither has ever shown they have what it takes to make it in this business.
Voltaire, you can use all your philosophies and whatever bullsh*t you use to get laid by, but it won’t help you in the ring tonight. Everything you know will be put to a test. Tonight will be a mental test that no theories, ideologies, or moment of clarity will help you get through the hell you’ll experience tonight. You seem like a nice, smart guy. But tonight I’m going to walk over you to get where I need to go, the top.
Adam Pugh, I think in a way, you might enjoy getting your ass handed to you tonight. You seem to be a big fan of paintings and other bullsh*t of the sort. So in our match, just for you I’m going to give you a front row seat to the beginning of my masterpiece. You see, I’m going to spill little Mattie’s blood all over the canvass with calculated strokes and a methodical madness you could appreciate. And when it’s finished, I’ll come after you and put you through the same hell just so you’ll understand why I’m here in PWW. You’ll have the best seat in the house as I trap you in the Texas Cloverleaf, and make you scream as you lie in Voltaire’s blood.
Tonight, the new era begins. I’ve been training five years for this, my first match in a respectable company. My time begins right now, the rest of you have two choices: step aside or get trampled. In that ring, the bastard child of a jackal and a rubix cube reveals what hell is really like. Welcome to my hell motherf*ckers.
Tyler storms off camera and we cut back to ringside.
OOC: allright, sorry about the lateness, a lot of things added together made this the worst week of my life. As far as his character, still way undeveloped... it'll take me a few shows to do some neato heel things.