Post by Davey Ortega on Apr 20, 2007 4:49:23 GMT -5
Is there any originality anymore? It is depressing to see many repeated insults. I thought Jacks' mind was fresh, and exciting. I was disappointed with his recent attempt at a hopeful promo. I found it...desperate. I think he is going to become the next Creeping Death.
*The scene opens in the...what? This can't be. Wait..no. How? Why? What does this mean? Explain it to me, Victor. Why are you.....here?*
Outcast: Nothing can be explained. It as obvious as you see. I am sick, and tired of the constant put downs. The repeated insults I have heard all of my life. My name is Victor Taylor. I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I have a brother, Mike, whom I have not seen in years. Me and him aspired to be wrestlers, much to our fathers despair. My mother encouraged it, to follow our dreams. The divorce was brutal on our family. My mother moved to New York with Mike, and I stayed with my Father. My father shortly attracted cancer due to his smoking, which left me an orphan at eighteen. My mother would not take me in, reasons? That is none of your damn business. Look around, look where I am at. The Old School. My edifice. My Opus Magnum. My...art. Jack I saw your promo. It made me sad. ''Outcast has no appeal,'' ''Outcast will never live up to the legends of WCF'' Let me show you something you cynical bastard.
*Outcast takes off his red trench coat. He has no shirt on. His body though, is different. Their are scars wrapped around his front and back. Why has no one ever noticed them before?*
Outcast: Amazing, huh? With a little make up all my scars are hardly visible. No one has ever noticed my body is badly damaged. I was...ashamed before. Though not now. My body, my scars reminded me of the constant failures. Now, they remind me of what and who I am. Jack I have been beaten, mangled, distorted, almost crippled. Jack I have undergone a lot in my eight years here. In my eight years in this single federation, I have acquired many scars. I now look at them, as a trophy.
*Outcast smiles and looks at them. He points to one above his right nipple*
Outcast: This is from Logan.
*Points to another one.*
Outcast: This is from Reckless Jack. They all have a certain bringer and all have a different story. They are all testaments to my tenure. To my reign as various champions. I don't give a damn if I impress you, or if you find me appealing. You know why? I DON'T HAVE TOO!! I am done trying to impress depressed whiny bitchy little undeserving champions! I am done trying to impress Seth, the WCF, and everyone associated with it. I do not care if people ever talk about me the way they do about Dake, and Logan. I do NOT represent this vain little fed called Wrestling Championship Federation. I have, will, and always will represent the Net Championship Wrestling. Understand? Do you get it. You cry about having to hold on to your title. You act so depressed and that your self of old was such a better person. No one honestly cares. You can insult me all you want, but you really can't say much with your emo moments. You don't think I belong in that ring with you? I'm going to kick your sorry ass this Sunday. And do you know what else, I'll kick your self of old ass as well. You insult everything I have to say, distort it for your own entertainment. So distort this. I may not be able to ever defeat Logan, I may not ever be inducted into the Hall of Fame. I may just fade from existence...but you know what? I will not be forgotten. Champions come and go...but Icons remain forever. Jack what have YOU ever done that was so damn significant? I was part of the Alliance when this place first started. I have feuded with Logan for eight years. I have main evented countless Slams and Pay Per Views. I have been involved in some of the most disturbing matches imaginable. Not you, Seth, Creeping Death, Logan, Dake Ken, Reckless Jack, Skyler Striker, Bobby Cairo or any other WCF wrestler will and can EVER take that from me. I am a two time WCF Champion, one time NCW World Heavyweight Champion. I don't fear you, nor do I respect you. Jack of Blades, WCF Champion...thats a joke.
*Outcast walks around the class room...untill he sits down on the floor.*
Voice: So...that was it?
Outcast: Shut up Mike.
Mike: I'm serious.
Outcast: I knew I should of stayed on my meds.
Mike: So why didn't you? What do you need my help to defeat Jack of Blades?
Outcast: No. I wanted you to witness what I am going to do.
Mike: Which is?
Outcast: Take that damn title from him.
Mike: Why? You already said you do not have to impress anyone.
Outcast: It's not about impressing. It's a personal thing.
Mike: Oh so you are greedy and want to be a three time champion.
Outcast: Something like that. I just want to put that son of a bitch in his place. Finally shut him up.
Mike: Win, lose...you don't have anything to prove. So why do you care?
Outcast: By winning the title NCW will be one step closer to becoming a company again.
Mike: So this is just for NCW? And your insatiable greed.
Outcast: You'll get over it.
Mike:....
Outcast: Speechless? Thought so. Well...
*Outcast gets up and grabs his coat, putting it on.*
Outcast: Like I said, Blades. Insult me, distort my sayings. But you can never do what I have done for this company. You can never be what I am. You think I will be nothing here? Jack, I'm already a cornerstone here. So go, have your slut get the transcript. Go give alcoholics a drink and deface graves. I guess thats entertainment for the Neanderthals.
*Outcast walks out of the class room, the camera zooms onto the chalk board, which reads 4/22/07*
*The scene opens in the...what? This can't be. Wait..no. How? Why? What does this mean? Explain it to me, Victor. Why are you.....here?*
Outcast: Nothing can be explained. It as obvious as you see. I am sick, and tired of the constant put downs. The repeated insults I have heard all of my life. My name is Victor Taylor. I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I have a brother, Mike, whom I have not seen in years. Me and him aspired to be wrestlers, much to our fathers despair. My mother encouraged it, to follow our dreams. The divorce was brutal on our family. My mother moved to New York with Mike, and I stayed with my Father. My father shortly attracted cancer due to his smoking, which left me an orphan at eighteen. My mother would not take me in, reasons? That is none of your damn business. Look around, look where I am at. The Old School. My edifice. My Opus Magnum. My...art. Jack I saw your promo. It made me sad. ''Outcast has no appeal,'' ''Outcast will never live up to the legends of WCF'' Let me show you something you cynical bastard.
*Outcast takes off his red trench coat. He has no shirt on. His body though, is different. Their are scars wrapped around his front and back. Why has no one ever noticed them before?*
Outcast: Amazing, huh? With a little make up all my scars are hardly visible. No one has ever noticed my body is badly damaged. I was...ashamed before. Though not now. My body, my scars reminded me of the constant failures. Now, they remind me of what and who I am. Jack I have been beaten, mangled, distorted, almost crippled. Jack I have undergone a lot in my eight years here. In my eight years in this single federation, I have acquired many scars. I now look at them, as a trophy.
*Outcast smiles and looks at them. He points to one above his right nipple*
Outcast: This is from Logan.
*Points to another one.*
Outcast: This is from Reckless Jack. They all have a certain bringer and all have a different story. They are all testaments to my tenure. To my reign as various champions. I don't give a damn if I impress you, or if you find me appealing. You know why? I DON'T HAVE TOO!! I am done trying to impress depressed whiny bitchy little undeserving champions! I am done trying to impress Seth, the WCF, and everyone associated with it. I do not care if people ever talk about me the way they do about Dake, and Logan. I do NOT represent this vain little fed called Wrestling Championship Federation. I have, will, and always will represent the Net Championship Wrestling. Understand? Do you get it. You cry about having to hold on to your title. You act so depressed and that your self of old was such a better person. No one honestly cares. You can insult me all you want, but you really can't say much with your emo moments. You don't think I belong in that ring with you? I'm going to kick your sorry ass this Sunday. And do you know what else, I'll kick your self of old ass as well. You insult everything I have to say, distort it for your own entertainment. So distort this. I may not be able to ever defeat Logan, I may not ever be inducted into the Hall of Fame. I may just fade from existence...but you know what? I will not be forgotten. Champions come and go...but Icons remain forever. Jack what have YOU ever done that was so damn significant? I was part of the Alliance when this place first started. I have feuded with Logan for eight years. I have main evented countless Slams and Pay Per Views. I have been involved in some of the most disturbing matches imaginable. Not you, Seth, Creeping Death, Logan, Dake Ken, Reckless Jack, Skyler Striker, Bobby Cairo or any other WCF wrestler will and can EVER take that from me. I am a two time WCF Champion, one time NCW World Heavyweight Champion. I don't fear you, nor do I respect you. Jack of Blades, WCF Champion...thats a joke.
*Outcast walks around the class room...untill he sits down on the floor.*
Voice: So...that was it?
Outcast: Shut up Mike.
Mike: I'm serious.
Outcast: I knew I should of stayed on my meds.
Mike: So why didn't you? What do you need my help to defeat Jack of Blades?
Outcast: No. I wanted you to witness what I am going to do.
Mike: Which is?
Outcast: Take that damn title from him.
Mike: Why? You already said you do not have to impress anyone.
Outcast: It's not about impressing. It's a personal thing.
Mike: Oh so you are greedy and want to be a three time champion.
Outcast: Something like that. I just want to put that son of a bitch in his place. Finally shut him up.
Mike: Win, lose...you don't have anything to prove. So why do you care?
Outcast: By winning the title NCW will be one step closer to becoming a company again.
Mike: So this is just for NCW? And your insatiable greed.
Outcast: You'll get over it.
Mike:....
Outcast: Speechless? Thought so. Well...
*Outcast gets up and grabs his coat, putting it on.*
Outcast: Like I said, Blades. Insult me, distort my sayings. But you can never do what I have done for this company. You can never be what I am. You think I will be nothing here? Jack, I'm already a cornerstone here. So go, have your slut get the transcript. Go give alcoholics a drink and deface graves. I guess thats entertainment for the Neanderthals.
*Outcast walks out of the class room, the camera zooms onto the chalk board, which reads 4/22/07*
