Post by Outcast on Aug 1, 2007 0:19:12 GMT -5
The scene opens in pure blackness
So many questions, so little time. I spoke on the Seven Sins, and how oh so many of them have been long forgotten. I spoke of Greed last time, Avarice. Something everyone is guilty of. No onto Greeds sibling, Greeds closest in nature. Invidia. Envy. Envy means you want something another has. We all know this. We also all know how the envious were treated in Dante's Inferno. To me, Envy is very closely related to fear. You fear you may not have what you yearn. What is fear? What is this driving emotion when come face to face with danger? It is sever dread. People can be conditioned for fear, and can develop serious fear as well. Phobias are innate fears, silly little quarks. Though let me ask you something, Mr. Alastair...Mr. Jack..what do you fear?
The scene opens in the ominous Old School. Outcast is seen standing behind his usual broken desk.
Outcast: Students I would like to take a little time and talk about something. I know, being how this is a school..I talk a lot. Though this time not about my Inferno, or The Seven Deadly Sins. No, no. This time, I believe I will be semi-direct in my approach. For you see I have a match with my loyal partner, Lexington Royale. The Artful Avenger. On Wednesday, we have a non title match against the Uncultured Youth. Reckless Jack and David Alastair. So please, allow me to asses this threat.
Reckless Jack. The name says it all. The man is as crazy as they come. He was a main event attraction at the WCF. He is a multiple champion, and a dedicated wrestler. Now, how can I over come him? I was unable to do so in the past, so how can I now? It's called Evolution. I have evolved since our last chance meeting and have become a more serious competitor. I have become a more dangerous individual. I have become, my own self hating nightmare. Reckless Jack I do not give a damn anymore. I do not care about what went down in WCF, or if you are revolutionizing yourself. I don't need to revolve into anything, I simple allow nature to take it's course and evolve. I will not do as I have done for so very long, and that is live in the past. I will NOT ENVY YOU ANYMORE!!
At this point Outcast comes from behind the desk, his GWC Tag Title secured around his waist.
Outcast: Look at me. Look close and long. I am a champion here, and you are not. That is what matters right now, this is the only damn thing I will fight for. Gold. Greed. I will not allow myself to succumb to the envious nature of old. So go, go and have your self revolution. Go and proclaim what ever you may. At the end of the day, I will still be here.
Outcast opens his arms
Outcast: I will still be one half of the GWC Tag Team Champions and there is not a god damn thing you or anyone else on this roster can do about it.
Outcast takes in a deep breath
Outcast: I have not forgotten about your partner. No, never. David Alastair. The GWC United Stated Champion. David. You ask what I have done in my transition? When you left WCF something of a miracle happened. I organized my own team. We were called Team NCW. It was me, Davey Ortega, Rick Mad, the legend himself Steve Carr and new comer Merc. David we terrorized WCF, we made a mockery of it. I claimed the WCF's People's Title and held it for four months. Just short of WCF closing, I was to be involved in one of the greatest organizations known to man. It was to be me, Creeping Death, Torture, and JJ Biggs. You remember them, right? The men who kept you down on mid card level where you belonged! You bad mouth WCF, then you are bad mouthing everything it stood for, and where it came from. That is a very big mistake. Because I remember one thing you said to me...and now it will come back to bite you in your mid card ass. Roll the tape.
Alastair stands up as the bell rings, and the crowd cheers, showing him respect. He celebrates for a few moments, and then notices Outcast walking toward the back. Alastair looks at one of the ring attendants and motions for a microphone.
David Alastair: Outcast! Outcast!
Outcast turns around, looking a bit confused.
David Alastair: Outcast, I know for a fact that you’re a WCF veteran and all. You have wrestled many matches before I decided to come into this business. Also, you and I have had some differences lately...
Outcast nods in agreement as David tries to catch his breath on the mic. Finally, David rolls out of the ring, mic in hand, and walks up to Outcast. David then extends his free hand.
David Alastair: However, I want to take back all the crap that I said that you’re past your prime. You proved to me, as well as these fans out here, wrong. Outcast, if you want a rematch, you got one. Just let me know...
Outcast looks at David’s hand for a moment before shaking hands with Alastair. After the handshake, “Moonshield” plays once again as the two head to the back.
Outcast: Now that was a sign of respect from you to me. I never got a chance to say thank you. Thank you for saying that. Now, comes my turn. I want my rematch. I want it for the GWC UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Unless, David, you don't want to take me on one on one. I don't give a damn who the top contender is for that title...I just want you one more time, one on one...and why not throw that title on the line anyways? I'm envious of you, for the pure fact you have that shiny belt on. I know I have one, but..lets face it..I'm greedy. So David, what do you say. One more match?
In any event, whether or not you accept, I have you in a tag team match. I get to rip you up there, so maybe you should wait untill after that to agree or disagree. My only regret is, I have to show the both of you up in GWC, and not WCF.
The scene fades out with words written in blood
''Come take a walk into my Inferno...''
OOC Note: Sorry, best I could do with my current...um..condition and all. Yeah...
So many questions, so little time. I spoke on the Seven Sins, and how oh so many of them have been long forgotten. I spoke of Greed last time, Avarice. Something everyone is guilty of. No onto Greeds sibling, Greeds closest in nature. Invidia. Envy. Envy means you want something another has. We all know this. We also all know how the envious were treated in Dante's Inferno. To me, Envy is very closely related to fear. You fear you may not have what you yearn. What is fear? What is this driving emotion when come face to face with danger? It is sever dread. People can be conditioned for fear, and can develop serious fear as well. Phobias are innate fears, silly little quarks. Though let me ask you something, Mr. Alastair...Mr. Jack..what do you fear?
The scene opens in the ominous Old School. Outcast is seen standing behind his usual broken desk.
Outcast: Students I would like to take a little time and talk about something. I know, being how this is a school..I talk a lot. Though this time not about my Inferno, or The Seven Deadly Sins. No, no. This time, I believe I will be semi-direct in my approach. For you see I have a match with my loyal partner, Lexington Royale. The Artful Avenger. On Wednesday, we have a non title match against the Uncultured Youth. Reckless Jack and David Alastair. So please, allow me to asses this threat.
Reckless Jack. The name says it all. The man is as crazy as they come. He was a main event attraction at the WCF. He is a multiple champion, and a dedicated wrestler. Now, how can I over come him? I was unable to do so in the past, so how can I now? It's called Evolution. I have evolved since our last chance meeting and have become a more serious competitor. I have become a more dangerous individual. I have become, my own self hating nightmare. Reckless Jack I do not give a damn anymore. I do not care about what went down in WCF, or if you are revolutionizing yourself. I don't need to revolve into anything, I simple allow nature to take it's course and evolve. I will not do as I have done for so very long, and that is live in the past. I will NOT ENVY YOU ANYMORE!!
At this point Outcast comes from behind the desk, his GWC Tag Title secured around his waist.
Outcast: Look at me. Look close and long. I am a champion here, and you are not. That is what matters right now, this is the only damn thing I will fight for. Gold. Greed. I will not allow myself to succumb to the envious nature of old. So go, go and have your self revolution. Go and proclaim what ever you may. At the end of the day, I will still be here.
Outcast opens his arms
Outcast: I will still be one half of the GWC Tag Team Champions and there is not a god damn thing you or anyone else on this roster can do about it.
Outcast takes in a deep breath
Outcast: I have not forgotten about your partner. No, never. David Alastair. The GWC United Stated Champion. David. You ask what I have done in my transition? When you left WCF something of a miracle happened. I organized my own team. We were called Team NCW. It was me, Davey Ortega, Rick Mad, the legend himself Steve Carr and new comer Merc. David we terrorized WCF, we made a mockery of it. I claimed the WCF's People's Title and held it for four months. Just short of WCF closing, I was to be involved in one of the greatest organizations known to man. It was to be me, Creeping Death, Torture, and JJ Biggs. You remember them, right? The men who kept you down on mid card level where you belonged! You bad mouth WCF, then you are bad mouthing everything it stood for, and where it came from. That is a very big mistake. Because I remember one thing you said to me...and now it will come back to bite you in your mid card ass. Roll the tape.
Alastair stands up as the bell rings, and the crowd cheers, showing him respect. He celebrates for a few moments, and then notices Outcast walking toward the back. Alastair looks at one of the ring attendants and motions for a microphone.
David Alastair: Outcast! Outcast!
Outcast turns around, looking a bit confused.
David Alastair: Outcast, I know for a fact that you’re a WCF veteran and all. You have wrestled many matches before I decided to come into this business. Also, you and I have had some differences lately...
Outcast nods in agreement as David tries to catch his breath on the mic. Finally, David rolls out of the ring, mic in hand, and walks up to Outcast. David then extends his free hand.
David Alastair: However, I want to take back all the crap that I said that you’re past your prime. You proved to me, as well as these fans out here, wrong. Outcast, if you want a rematch, you got one. Just let me know...
Outcast looks at David’s hand for a moment before shaking hands with Alastair. After the handshake, “Moonshield” plays once again as the two head to the back.
Outcast: Now that was a sign of respect from you to me. I never got a chance to say thank you. Thank you for saying that. Now, comes my turn. I want my rematch. I want it for the GWC UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Unless, David, you don't want to take me on one on one. I don't give a damn who the top contender is for that title...I just want you one more time, one on one...and why not throw that title on the line anyways? I'm envious of you, for the pure fact you have that shiny belt on. I know I have one, but..lets face it..I'm greedy. So David, what do you say. One more match?
In any event, whether or not you accept, I have you in a tag team match. I get to rip you up there, so maybe you should wait untill after that to agree or disagree. My only regret is, I have to show the both of you up in GWC, and not WCF.
The scene fades out with words written in blood
''Come take a walk into my Inferno...''
OOC Note: Sorry, best I could do with my current...um..condition and all. Yeah...
