Post by tvo on May 26, 2007 22:18:33 GMT -5
The camera fades in on The Violent One at his home. He is sitting down in a recliner relaxing. He is flipping through the television, and comes upon his amazing leap of faith/stupidity on film again. You see him nod his head back and forth and grasp at his back and lower rib area. He then changes the channel and catches a few of what Reckless Jack and Jay Williams have to say. He listens to it for about a minute and turns the television off. He then looks into the camera and begins to speak.
TVO: Ha, you know it is damn funny how no one thought I would even be walking or talking, after Slam. You see I warned everyone ahead of time that I would stop at no costs, to help my friend Boone and my partner TXO prove once and for all that Team nCw was superior. And we did just that. Now, was it dumb on my part to try and fill a NCW guy??? Yeah, I will admit that. But then again if I am doing that for something I believe in where does that leave Jack and Jay?
You see The Violent One turn on the VCR and you begin to hear, "His name is Jack, his name is Jake..." This plays over again and again until it is almost merged together. He turns off the VCR and television and begins to speak again.
TVO: I will tell you this, thank you to my friends in the Insane Clown Posse for lending me that tid bit of audio track to prove my point. Yes Jake and Jack will be Team Xtreme's hardest title defense as of late, but that is nothing new. We have always taken on the best and to fucking hell with the rest. Now as I had mentioned before, in my match last week at Slam I layed it somewhat one the line for a match that only meant bragging rights... What in the blue hell do you think I am going to do to you Jack and Jake, when my gold is on the line? A 50 foot leap don't mean shit. I am saying that with a point to make. Yeah that was pride for what I came up with, but then it has to inch into the back of your mind that if I am willing to do that to myself, what can I and what will I do to you two to keep my title? Humm...
The Violent One pauses for a moment and scratches his chin. Looking somewhat deep in thought and then begins to laugh. Grabbing at his side the whole time. He calms down the laughter and wipes tears away from his eye's and begins to speak again.
TVO: Oh man does it hurt to laugh this hard, but damn, I have seen the same promo cut by Boone and Adam Knite, with Sweet Willy! Damn, be original! If you are that afraid of us, at least come to Team Xtreme with new shit to work off of! I am not claiming this is, in any way, a "shoot" promo, but damn, stealing ideas and lines even, is just cold, and downright un-original! If I wanted to see these promos you have been cutting, I would just rewind a month or so and listen to Adam Knite trying to find Willy a girl. Bitches please! If I wanted to be suddenly stuck into a Ground Hog Day's type scenario I would just watch the god damn movie! Well I guess, originality doesn't flow from you two...
The Violent One pauses for a moment, stops grabbing at his side and looks straight into the camera. It is a different look this time. Not the laughing happy, funny guy we just saw, but a man that looks possessed. He slowly begins to speak again.
TVO: Jack and Jay, with the obvious aside, I am sitting here to tell you this. You two punks, couldn't hold a candle to what I have done in the past. But there again, I bring up the past. In my early days, I would have gotten up from missing that senton, and got right back into the match no matter how much pain I was in. So now with age comes a slower healing process... That is no problem to me. You two can think that you have the upper hand on TXO and myself, because of the fact of what I did at Slam, but Slam was Slam. We are on now to Timebomb... Where I have to step into the ring with you two poser, half ass, wannabe's that think I am hurt. Which is good. Let you two think I am hurt, see me writhe in pain, and then when the time is right, wham! I come on like a fucking hurricane. You two are seriously underestimating the skills of X and myself. And like so many in the past, you will learn that, well, that leads to your downfall. I know what I am capable of, and I know what X is capable of, and seeing what you two have done so far, really doesn't impress or fear me in any way, shape, or form. I'm sorry to it like that, but the truth hurts sometimes. I do not need to rattle of the accomplishments of X and myself, but lets just put it this way, you two lined up next to us, is like a having Jessica Alba lined up next to a fat chick. By the way, you two are the fat chick.
The Violent One stops. He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath. He exhales and looks back into the camera. He begins to speak.
TVO: Come Timebomb Jack and Jay, you two are stepping into the ring with two of the craziest sum bitches walking god's green earth. I will stop at nothing to keep these tag titles around my waist. I went through hell to get them, and now hell is home to me. I am comfortable here. So if I am comfortable in the hell that I have to endure for getting involved in the front office politics, I minus as well be comfortable. And that my friends is where I am at now. You two are stepping up to the gates of hell and looking in. That tremble your feeling and that accelerated heart rate your having is do to the fact, that deep down, you two realize you cant beat me. You don't have the nut to storm the gates, knock um down and ask: "Who's FUCKIN' next?" I have. I never said I was the sanest person in this place but one thing is for damn sure, I am the man that when you close your eyes, you fear. You fear what I can do to you. You fear for your safety, you fear for everything you hold dear, because you don't know if your going to make it out of a match like that intact, hell you don't know if you will walk out the same person. When that bell rings, I change into a soulless assassin. Here to do one thing. To hurt, to maim, to kill. And if that is what it takes for me to keep these titles around my waist, so be it. Timebomb, is a good moniker for this upcoming show. Now, I get to show the world what happens when a man trapped in a different dimension, finally gets to be set off... A ticking timebomb if you will. Come Sunday, our paths will cross, and life's will be changed. Cause, you two are on the Path of Violence, standing right in the middle of the oncoming freight train, deer in the headlights is what you can call that feeling. See you two tomorrow night.
The Violent One takes his mic off and stands up. He grabs at his lower back and rib area, and heads to the door. He opens the door and pears out into the darkness, all the while slightly laughing. The camera soon fades to black.
TVO: Ha, you know it is damn funny how no one thought I would even be walking or talking, after Slam. You see I warned everyone ahead of time that I would stop at no costs, to help my friend Boone and my partner TXO prove once and for all that Team nCw was superior. And we did just that. Now, was it dumb on my part to try and fill a NCW guy??? Yeah, I will admit that. But then again if I am doing that for something I believe in where does that leave Jack and Jay?
You see The Violent One turn on the VCR and you begin to hear, "His name is Jack, his name is Jake..." This plays over again and again until it is almost merged together. He turns off the VCR and television and begins to speak again.
TVO: I will tell you this, thank you to my friends in the Insane Clown Posse for lending me that tid bit of audio track to prove my point. Yes Jake and Jack will be Team Xtreme's hardest title defense as of late, but that is nothing new. We have always taken on the best and to fucking hell with the rest. Now as I had mentioned before, in my match last week at Slam I layed it somewhat one the line for a match that only meant bragging rights... What in the blue hell do you think I am going to do to you Jack and Jake, when my gold is on the line? A 50 foot leap don't mean shit. I am saying that with a point to make. Yeah that was pride for what I came up with, but then it has to inch into the back of your mind that if I am willing to do that to myself, what can I and what will I do to you two to keep my title? Humm...
The Violent One pauses for a moment and scratches his chin. Looking somewhat deep in thought and then begins to laugh. Grabbing at his side the whole time. He calms down the laughter and wipes tears away from his eye's and begins to speak again.
TVO: Oh man does it hurt to laugh this hard, but damn, I have seen the same promo cut by Boone and Adam Knite, with Sweet Willy! Damn, be original! If you are that afraid of us, at least come to Team Xtreme with new shit to work off of! I am not claiming this is, in any way, a "shoot" promo, but damn, stealing ideas and lines even, is just cold, and downright un-original! If I wanted to see these promos you have been cutting, I would just rewind a month or so and listen to Adam Knite trying to find Willy a girl. Bitches please! If I wanted to be suddenly stuck into a Ground Hog Day's type scenario I would just watch the god damn movie! Well I guess, originality doesn't flow from you two...
The Violent One pauses for a moment, stops grabbing at his side and looks straight into the camera. It is a different look this time. Not the laughing happy, funny guy we just saw, but a man that looks possessed. He slowly begins to speak again.
TVO: Jack and Jay, with the obvious aside, I am sitting here to tell you this. You two punks, couldn't hold a candle to what I have done in the past. But there again, I bring up the past. In my early days, I would have gotten up from missing that senton, and got right back into the match no matter how much pain I was in. So now with age comes a slower healing process... That is no problem to me. You two can think that you have the upper hand on TXO and myself, because of the fact of what I did at Slam, but Slam was Slam. We are on now to Timebomb... Where I have to step into the ring with you two poser, half ass, wannabe's that think I am hurt. Which is good. Let you two think I am hurt, see me writhe in pain, and then when the time is right, wham! I come on like a fucking hurricane. You two are seriously underestimating the skills of X and myself. And like so many in the past, you will learn that, well, that leads to your downfall. I know what I am capable of, and I know what X is capable of, and seeing what you two have done so far, really doesn't impress or fear me in any way, shape, or form. I'm sorry to it like that, but the truth hurts sometimes. I do not need to rattle of the accomplishments of X and myself, but lets just put it this way, you two lined up next to us, is like a having Jessica Alba lined up next to a fat chick. By the way, you two are the fat chick.
The Violent One stops. He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath. He exhales and looks back into the camera. He begins to speak.
TVO: Come Timebomb Jack and Jay, you two are stepping into the ring with two of the craziest sum bitches walking god's green earth. I will stop at nothing to keep these tag titles around my waist. I went through hell to get them, and now hell is home to me. I am comfortable here. So if I am comfortable in the hell that I have to endure for getting involved in the front office politics, I minus as well be comfortable. And that my friends is where I am at now. You two are stepping up to the gates of hell and looking in. That tremble your feeling and that accelerated heart rate your having is do to the fact, that deep down, you two realize you cant beat me. You don't have the nut to storm the gates, knock um down and ask: "Who's FUCKIN' next?" I have. I never said I was the sanest person in this place but one thing is for damn sure, I am the man that when you close your eyes, you fear. You fear what I can do to you. You fear for your safety, you fear for everything you hold dear, because you don't know if your going to make it out of a match like that intact, hell you don't know if you will walk out the same person. When that bell rings, I change into a soulless assassin. Here to do one thing. To hurt, to maim, to kill. And if that is what it takes for me to keep these titles around my waist, so be it. Timebomb, is a good moniker for this upcoming show. Now, I get to show the world what happens when a man trapped in a different dimension, finally gets to be set off... A ticking timebomb if you will. Come Sunday, our paths will cross, and life's will be changed. Cause, you two are on the Path of Violence, standing right in the middle of the oncoming freight train, deer in the headlights is what you can call that feeling. See you two tomorrow night.
The Violent One takes his mic off and stands up. He grabs at his lower back and rib area, and heads to the door. He opens the door and pears out into the darkness, all the while slightly laughing. The camera soon fades to black.