Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 21:49:56 GMT -5
The scene opens to the US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona during a WCF House Show where I am standing behind the curtain dressed in a black and gold singlet, a pair of black armbands with the letter L in gold on each one, a pair of black elbow pads, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves, a pair of black knee pads and a pair of black wrestling boots. Standing beside me dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of black leather polished shoes is my manager and mouthpiece, Brandon Stevens. We are both watching the monitor as some new pathetic jobber, who goes by the name of ‘The Italian Stallion’ Santiago Alexiev is making his way to the ring with no idea what is about to meet him.
“Look at this fool…no idea what awaits him…”
The opening to 'The Animal' by Disturbed begins to echo through the arena as the lights go off sending the arena into complete darkness as I make my way out onto the stage, after a few milliseconds a faint spotlight appears where we’re standing causing the fans to boo heavily. As David Draiman says 'Nahah nahah', I shake my head in time with it and when Draiman shouts 'Now', short, rapid explosions of white pyro burst out of the stage, I look up and punch the sky before making my way down the ramp to the ring followed by Brandon as ring announcer, Kyle Steel makes the introduction.
"Ladies and gentlemen...making his way to the ring...being accompanied by Brandon Stevens...from the Amazon Rainforest...weighing in at 350 pounds! Lionheart!"
I reach the bottom of the ramp and begin hopping from foot to foot in front of the ring before jumping onto the ring apron as white pyro explode from the turnbuckles before Brandon begins to make his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. I then climb into the ring and charge forward before stopping and punching the air again before I begin to pace back and forth like a caged animal glaring at Santiago as Brandon climbs into the ring grabbing the microphone from Kyle and 'The Animal' fades out.
“Ladies and gentlemen…boys and girls…fellow WCF colleagues…my name…is Brandon Stevens. This behemoth standing right here…is my client…the man who will walk into War on Sunday…and walk out as not only the WINNER of the match…but also as your NEW World…Heavyweight…Champion!”
The fans booing increases causing me to chuckle a little as Brandon focuses on Santiago.
“Mr Alexiev…it is unfortunate for you…that your first match here in the WCF is simply just going to be a message that my client here is going to send to the entire WCF locker room. My sincerest apologies…it’s nothing personal…just business!”
The referee then calls for the bell as Brandon leaves the ring and I charge at Santiago and floor him with a powerful clothesline causing him to do a three hundred and sixty degree flip in the air before crashing to the mat in a heap.
“That ladies and gentlemen…is what I call dominance!”
I drop to my knees beside Santiago and I headbutt him in the back of head and his spine before picking him up and lifting him high above my head, hitting him with a sternum crushing military press slam.
“Nobody can stop this man from tearing through anyone and everyone who dares step in his path!”
I chuckle at the squirming vermin in front of me as he tries to get to his feet, once he does get to his feet; I pick him up and nail him with triple non-release rib breaker before quickly picking him up again and nailing him with a triple non-release powerbomb.
“That’s right! Show your dominance! You are unstoppable! Now finish him off!”
I nod in Brandon’s direction and pick Santiago up before quickly bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with the ‘Primal Charge’ before picking him up and nailing him with ‘Feeding Time’ before going for the pin.
1
2
3!
The referee calls for the bell as I stand to my feet, Brandon then climbs into the ring and raises my arm in victory.
“Ladies and gentlemen…your winner…my client…and come Sunday…your NEW…World…Heavyweight…Champion! ‘The King of the Jungle’, ‘The Man Beast’…LIONHEART!”
I motion to my waist that I shall indeed be the World Heavyweight Champion come Sunday as Brandon pats me on the shoulder.
“Now…after what happened on Wednesday Night…people are actually starting to doubt my client…they’re starting to wonder how exactly can this man right here defeat every single member of the WCF Roster…if he can’t even defeat a low-life such as Jordan Caliban…”
Some cheers emanate from this sold out crowd in Phoenix, Arizona, obviously fans of Jordan.
“Well let me set the record straight…you see…my client realised something…because after all…as much as none of you people seem to believe…he is a smart man. He realised that rather than put one hundred percent into fighting a second rate wrestler…on a second rate show…for a second rate championship and end up going into War at less than one hundred percent…he decided not to bother…because he realised that it’s much better going into a first rate match…for a first rate championship…against second rate wrestlers! So Mr Caliban…you’re welcome…”
I laugh, nodding my head and saying ‘you’re welcome’ myself to Jordan.
“Once this Sunday comes along…my client will never be underestimated ever again…because my client will destroy everyone in his path…it doesn’t matter who you are…whether you are the WCF Owner, Sarah Twilight…whether you’re the pathetic former Owner, Eric Price…whether you’re the big bad Punisher…the jackass Archangel…even the current World Heavyweight Champion, Nathan von Liebert! My client will destroy you all!”
Brandon then passes the microphone to me as I slowly crack my neck from left to right.
“My name…is Lionheart…this Sunday at War…its feeding time…and every single member of the WCF Roster…you’re ALL…on the menu!”
I drop the microphone and go to leave the ring before I notice that Santiago has somehow begun to stir, so I pick him up and nail him with another ‘Feeding Time’ before I get back to my feet as ‘The Animal’ blasts out of the PA system and I along with Brandon exit the ring and head up the ramp to the back as the scene fades.
“Look at this fool…no idea what awaits him…”
The opening to 'The Animal' by Disturbed begins to echo through the arena as the lights go off sending the arena into complete darkness as I make my way out onto the stage, after a few milliseconds a faint spotlight appears where we’re standing causing the fans to boo heavily. As David Draiman says 'Nahah nahah', I shake my head in time with it and when Draiman shouts 'Now', short, rapid explosions of white pyro burst out of the stage, I look up and punch the sky before making my way down the ramp to the ring followed by Brandon as ring announcer, Kyle Steel makes the introduction.
"Ladies and gentlemen...making his way to the ring...being accompanied by Brandon Stevens...from the Amazon Rainforest...weighing in at 350 pounds! Lionheart!"
I reach the bottom of the ramp and begin hopping from foot to foot in front of the ring before jumping onto the ring apron as white pyro explode from the turnbuckles before Brandon begins to make his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. I then climb into the ring and charge forward before stopping and punching the air again before I begin to pace back and forth like a caged animal glaring at Santiago as Brandon climbs into the ring grabbing the microphone from Kyle and 'The Animal' fades out.
“Ladies and gentlemen…boys and girls…fellow WCF colleagues…my name…is Brandon Stevens. This behemoth standing right here…is my client…the man who will walk into War on Sunday…and walk out as not only the WINNER of the match…but also as your NEW World…Heavyweight…Champion!”
The fans booing increases causing me to chuckle a little as Brandon focuses on Santiago.
“Mr Alexiev…it is unfortunate for you…that your first match here in the WCF is simply just going to be a message that my client here is going to send to the entire WCF locker room. My sincerest apologies…it’s nothing personal…just business!”
The referee then calls for the bell as Brandon leaves the ring and I charge at Santiago and floor him with a powerful clothesline causing him to do a three hundred and sixty degree flip in the air before crashing to the mat in a heap.
“That ladies and gentlemen…is what I call dominance!”
I drop to my knees beside Santiago and I headbutt him in the back of head and his spine before picking him up and lifting him high above my head, hitting him with a sternum crushing military press slam.
“Nobody can stop this man from tearing through anyone and everyone who dares step in his path!”
I chuckle at the squirming vermin in front of me as he tries to get to his feet, once he does get to his feet; I pick him up and nail him with triple non-release rib breaker before quickly picking him up again and nailing him with a triple non-release powerbomb.
“That’s right! Show your dominance! You are unstoppable! Now finish him off!”
I nod in Brandon’s direction and pick Santiago up before quickly bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with the ‘Primal Charge’ before picking him up and nailing him with ‘Feeding Time’ before going for the pin.
1
2
3!
The referee calls for the bell as I stand to my feet, Brandon then climbs into the ring and raises my arm in victory.
“Ladies and gentlemen…your winner…my client…and come Sunday…your NEW…World…Heavyweight…Champion! ‘The King of the Jungle’, ‘The Man Beast’…LIONHEART!”
I motion to my waist that I shall indeed be the World Heavyweight Champion come Sunday as Brandon pats me on the shoulder.
“Now…after what happened on Wednesday Night…people are actually starting to doubt my client…they’re starting to wonder how exactly can this man right here defeat every single member of the WCF Roster…if he can’t even defeat a low-life such as Jordan Caliban…”
Some cheers emanate from this sold out crowd in Phoenix, Arizona, obviously fans of Jordan.
“Well let me set the record straight…you see…my client realised something…because after all…as much as none of you people seem to believe…he is a smart man. He realised that rather than put one hundred percent into fighting a second rate wrestler…on a second rate show…for a second rate championship and end up going into War at less than one hundred percent…he decided not to bother…because he realised that it’s much better going into a first rate match…for a first rate championship…against second rate wrestlers! So Mr Caliban…you’re welcome…”
I laugh, nodding my head and saying ‘you’re welcome’ myself to Jordan.
“Once this Sunday comes along…my client will never be underestimated ever again…because my client will destroy everyone in his path…it doesn’t matter who you are…whether you are the WCF Owner, Sarah Twilight…whether you’re the pathetic former Owner, Eric Price…whether you’re the big bad Punisher…the jackass Archangel…even the current World Heavyweight Champion, Nathan von Liebert! My client will destroy you all!”
Brandon then passes the microphone to me as I slowly crack my neck from left to right.
“My name…is Lionheart…this Sunday at War…its feeding time…and every single member of the WCF Roster…you’re ALL…on the menu!”
I drop the microphone and go to leave the ring before I notice that Santiago has somehow begun to stir, so I pick him up and nail him with another ‘Feeding Time’ before I get back to my feet as ‘The Animal’ blasts out of the PA system and I along with Brandon exit the ring and head up the ramp to the back as the scene fades.