Post by Apollo on Jul 27, 2009 2:16:51 GMT -5
"Reaper sits up and is hovering over Matroshka, almost tears in his eyes. He begins to shake with rage! Reaper stands up and shakes the ropes as Matroshka is loaded on to a stretcher for cautionary reasons. The WCF officials wheel her up the ramp and Tank Reaper steps over the ropes and jumps down and grabs her hand and walks with her. She's completely out of it. The fans begin to cheer for Tank, but he doesn't hear it. He's just with Matroshka now.
Kyle Steel: Have to feel for the big guy, no doubt.
Shannan Lerch: One day Apollo will get what he deserves.
Kyle Steel: That's the reason we keep watching WCF, and fans, you can watch us all week long on Wrestling Championship Federation dot com where you, the fan, can wit-"
- The sound cuts out while Ultimate Showdown continues to play in the background. In neon green writing MUTE is written across the bottom right corner of the screen, the camera pans out losing focus of the telecast of Ultimate Showdown, focusing in on the one, the only, Apollo Griffin. Apollo starts walking almost immediately after the camera focus's on him.
"Shannan is right. I will get what I deserve. And what I deserve is the television championship. Which is why the man upstairs, Shannan's brother Seth Lerch, has put me in this television title tournament. Seth realizes that I'm a star and I'm burning for a shot at gold. and I see that glimmer off in the distance, taunting me. I just went through one of the roughest parts of my entire life; My band broke up, I spent a while in jail, watched my woman cheat on me with a monster on national television, and then dealing week in and week out with that retarded monster But slowly I'm pulling it all back together. Tank was first. He reaped what he sowed and week in and week out I took Tank down, knocked him out, brought him down to a normal mans size and from there I shattered his reality. That whore Matroshka tried dabbling in men's business at Ultimate Showdown and now she's back in the hospital. Now I take care of why I'm here; to capture gold, move up in the business, and become the World champion. Yes, my dreams are lofty, but they aren't just dreams. they're visions of the future, visions of what to come for Wrestling Championship Federation. I know the kind of talent Wrestling Championship Federation has. I also know how talented I am. As everyone has seen over the past months; I'm explosive, entertaining, technical, sadistic. All the characteristics needed to be a winner, nay a champion."
- Apollo turns a corner, off in the distance a faint shine reflects off the camera's lens.
"Now this week i'm paired against 'Doc' Henry. Did he go to medical school? I don't know. But I do know that he's a gambler and a cowboy. Sounds like a real imposing opponent. What Doc should do, is stop worrying about the hand he's been dealt, and start worrying about the beating I'm going to deal to him firsthand. This is less of a threat and more of a warning: Doc listen to me VERY closely, you go ahead and bring your duster, your cowboy hat, your cigarettes, and whatever else you'd like to be buried with. This won't be a gunfight at the O.K. Coral, but it will be nearly as dangerous. So you take a deep breath, kiss your cross, fasten it tight to your chest, and pray to god I leave you able to do your job next week."
- The shine has slowly been getting closer, brighter, almost like a star, while Apollo continues to stride down the hallway
"It's a good thing you're a gambling man Doc, cause you're going to be gambling with your life against me. So shine up your cowboy boots, cause i'm your huckleberry."
- Apollo finally gets to the source of light, as the camera's light is pushed off the object, it turns out to be nothing more than Television title in a glass display case.
"This title is shaping Wrestling Championship Federation in a way few have; What the title is doing is starting the new era of Wrestling Championship Federation, and here I am spearheading the movement. No longer do we have to deal with old, out of shape wrestlers, holding on to the last drops of their marketablity before finally dropping off forever. Wrestling Championship Federation is more than that now. This isn't where the big boys play, this isn't where we tell people to get the F out. This is bigger than all of that; we've transcended all of that kiddy bullshit and put out a quality program for everyone to enjoy, and that's exactly what all true wrestling fans do everytime I step through those ropes. This Television Title is what it's all about. Doc is the first of many wars for the television title i'll go through, because as champion, defending the title every night comes with the territory, and unlike other champions, I have no problems defending my title on every match because I know that none of those guys on the roster of the set of characterstics needed to stop me. I have no kryptonite so get used to seeing me with this title, on every slam, and at every pay-per-view. Now I'll get you back to your regularly scheduled encore presentation of The Ultimate Showdown.
- The image of Apollo looking down on the title with a smile on his face is the last thing you see until darkness, until The arena fades to black as a red, white, and green spotlights begin to circle the crowd and a red glow appears on the left side of the stage, a white glow in the middle, and a green glow on the right, as “Gravesend (Lake of Fire)” by Lordz of Brooklyn begins to blast over the speakers and the three lights come together in the center of the stage where Slickie T stands with his back turned to the crowd, his arms extended to form the shape of a “T”. He watches as the screen shows a roulette wheel spinning as the pill comes to settle on the green 00 space and the camera zooms in on the pill until the screen becomes completely white and then “Slickie T the Ace of Hardcore” scrolls across the screen in black in front of a waving Italian flag. Slickie then quickly turns as the pill settles in the 00 space and red, white, and green pyros explode behind him as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with those who are reaching out to him. As he reaches the ring, he quickly climbs the ring stairs, looking out over the crowd before grabbing the top rope and vaulting over the top of it and into the middle of the ring. After glancing over the crowd with a thin smile on his face, he climbs a turnbuckle and throws his arms out once again to form a “T” before backflipping off the top turnbuckle and back into the middle of the ring as the lights come up once again.
Kyle Steel: Have to feel for the big guy, no doubt.
Shannan Lerch: One day Apollo will get what he deserves.
Kyle Steel: That's the reason we keep watching WCF, and fans, you can watch us all week long on Wrestling Championship Federation dot com where you, the fan, can wit-"
- The sound cuts out while Ultimate Showdown continues to play in the background. In neon green writing MUTE is written across the bottom right corner of the screen, the camera pans out losing focus of the telecast of Ultimate Showdown, focusing in on the one, the only, Apollo Griffin. Apollo starts walking almost immediately after the camera focus's on him.
"Shannan is right. I will get what I deserve. And what I deserve is the television championship. Which is why the man upstairs, Shannan's brother Seth Lerch, has put me in this television title tournament. Seth realizes that I'm a star and I'm burning for a shot at gold. and I see that glimmer off in the distance, taunting me. I just went through one of the roughest parts of my entire life; My band broke up, I spent a while in jail, watched my woman cheat on me with a monster on national television, and then dealing week in and week out with that retarded monster But slowly I'm pulling it all back together. Tank was first. He reaped what he sowed and week in and week out I took Tank down, knocked him out, brought him down to a normal mans size and from there I shattered his reality. That whore Matroshka tried dabbling in men's business at Ultimate Showdown and now she's back in the hospital. Now I take care of why I'm here; to capture gold, move up in the business, and become the World champion. Yes, my dreams are lofty, but they aren't just dreams. they're visions of the future, visions of what to come for Wrestling Championship Federation. I know the kind of talent Wrestling Championship Federation has. I also know how talented I am. As everyone has seen over the past months; I'm explosive, entertaining, technical, sadistic. All the characteristics needed to be a winner, nay a champion."
- Apollo turns a corner, off in the distance a faint shine reflects off the camera's lens.
"Now this week i'm paired against 'Doc' Henry. Did he go to medical school? I don't know. But I do know that he's a gambler and a cowboy. Sounds like a real imposing opponent. What Doc should do, is stop worrying about the hand he's been dealt, and start worrying about the beating I'm going to deal to him firsthand. This is less of a threat and more of a warning: Doc listen to me VERY closely, you go ahead and bring your duster, your cowboy hat, your cigarettes, and whatever else you'd like to be buried with. This won't be a gunfight at the O.K. Coral, but it will be nearly as dangerous. So you take a deep breath, kiss your cross, fasten it tight to your chest, and pray to god I leave you able to do your job next week."
- The shine has slowly been getting closer, brighter, almost like a star, while Apollo continues to stride down the hallway
"It's a good thing you're a gambling man Doc, cause you're going to be gambling with your life against me. So shine up your cowboy boots, cause i'm your huckleberry."
- Apollo finally gets to the source of light, as the camera's light is pushed off the object, it turns out to be nothing more than Television title in a glass display case.
"This title is shaping Wrestling Championship Federation in a way few have; What the title is doing is starting the new era of Wrestling Championship Federation, and here I am spearheading the movement. No longer do we have to deal with old, out of shape wrestlers, holding on to the last drops of their marketablity before finally dropping off forever. Wrestling Championship Federation is more than that now. This isn't where the big boys play, this isn't where we tell people to get the F out. This is bigger than all of that; we've transcended all of that kiddy bullshit and put out a quality program for everyone to enjoy, and that's exactly what all true wrestling fans do everytime I step through those ropes. This Television Title is what it's all about. Doc is the first of many wars for the television title i'll go through, because as champion, defending the title every night comes with the territory, and unlike other champions, I have no problems defending my title on every match because I know that none of those guys on the roster of the set of characterstics needed to stop me. I have no kryptonite so get used to seeing me with this title, on every slam, and at every pay-per-view. Now I'll get you back to your regularly scheduled encore presentation of The Ultimate Showdown.
- The image of Apollo looking down on the title with a smile on his face is the last thing you see until darkness, until The arena fades to black as a red, white, and green spotlights begin to circle the crowd and a red glow appears on the left side of the stage, a white glow in the middle, and a green glow on the right, as “Gravesend (Lake of Fire)” by Lordz of Brooklyn begins to blast over the speakers and the three lights come together in the center of the stage where Slickie T stands with his back turned to the crowd, his arms extended to form the shape of a “T”. He watches as the screen shows a roulette wheel spinning as the pill comes to settle on the green 00 space and the camera zooms in on the pill until the screen becomes completely white and then “Slickie T the Ace of Hardcore” scrolls across the screen in black in front of a waving Italian flag. Slickie then quickly turns as the pill settles in the 00 space and red, white, and green pyros explode behind him as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with those who are reaching out to him. As he reaches the ring, he quickly climbs the ring stairs, looking out over the crowd before grabbing the top rope and vaulting over the top of it and into the middle of the ring. After glancing over the crowd with a thin smile on his face, he climbs a turnbuckle and throws his arms out once again to form a “T” before backflipping off the top turnbuckle and back into the middle of the ring as the lights come up once again.
