Post by tvo on May 19, 2007 13:58:45 GMT -5
The camera fades in on a ring. In the middle of the ring you see a huge nCw logo. The camera man pans around the area to see if there is anything going on. Soon emerging from the shadows you see a man dressed in all black. A black nCw hoodie and a pair of Nike work out pants. He has the hoodie draped over his eyes, and walks right up to the camera man.
Man: NCW vs nCw... Intresting...
The man unveils himself. It is the Violent One. He enters the ring and hits the ropes a couple times. He settles back in the middle of the ring and lifts up his hoodie and takes off the WCF tag team championship strap, and lays it down in front of him. He soon begins to speak.
TVO: My oh my how the times have changed. It seems as though in a matter of weeks, I have went from trying to break away from the past, to being thrown right back into the middle of my past. About 5 years or so ago when I got into the original nCw, I did my best impression of a bull in a china shop. I went through everyone and everything. Whether the fans loved me or hated me, I always had that respect of being the guy, that everyone feared for the pure fact that no matter what I needed to do to win, I did. And then I took some time off. Hell I did everything there was to do in this life called wrestling. Championships, honors, hospital visits, hell you name it, I had done. There was really nothing left that needed to be done. So there I sat. I started training kids to become wrestlers. Yes it was fun and I was still connected to the wrestling scene, but then came the itch... And no its not that itch you get after a one nighter with some trick named Roxy. I am talking about that itch to get back into the ring and do what I love. So I did. I came here to the WCF. After a call from a man that, to this day, still remains one of the most respected men in my eyes Davey Boone. He told me this place needed an injection of VIOLENCE. It needed to have that certain touch I bring to things. So I signed a contract, made the deal, all the technical bullshit. And what have I done since then? Only kicked ass, did what I said I was going to do, and become tag champs, all in the process. Man you know I was super hyped up last week about facing to legends. Logan and CD. And then what happens? Some punk bitches who call themselves Team NCW, interject into my shit. Bad move... Just a real bad move.
The Violent One pauses for a moment and pulls a bottle of water out of his pocket. He opens it, takes a sip then puts it back into his pocket and begins to speak again.
TVO: First off Davey Ortega, what are you the biggest fucking pussy in the world? You go after Team Xtreme's official announcer Jim Dolce, and pick on him? Pussy! I smell PUSSY. Come on, you have got to be able to do better than that! At least Outcast and Merc headed straight for me. Which brings me to those two assholes. You two got your-self's into a bigger pile of shit than you will know. You know have awoken the man that was feared for being "to violent", the man that was "to extreme", the same man that was considered "to crazy" to be able to ever amount to anything. And look what we have now? We have a man that has been a multi time heavyweight champ, multi time hardcore champ, multi time tag champ, and the same man that is going to beat the living shit out of you Sunday. You see I know that no matter what my partners will have my back. I got my partner in crime The Xtreme One on my side, plus a man that probably could single handedly beat the shit out of all three of you in Davey Boone. The last thing on my mind is worry. Well I guess that isn't technically true, cause I do worry about what I am going to do this second rate knock off of the nCw originals. The shit I have going through my head to do, would get me sentenced for murder and locked up for life. And thats the lighter side of what I am thinking.
The Violent One pulls the bottle of water out of his pocket again and begins to sip on it. He takes three or four sips, seems satisfied and puts the water bottle back into his pocket and begins to speak again.
TVO: You know, it is going to be fun Sunday getting to legally beat the shit out of three guys and killing something. The killing will be that of the whole Team NCW thing. Because after Sunday, it will become well aware to everyone else why this nCw will always prevail. The dedication we have for the past, the dedication we had for the future, and the dedication we have for the present to restore that name to the greatness it deserves. So Outcast, Merc, and that Pussy Ortega, come Sunday your all dead... just like the NCW... Remember that as you are walking to the ring and staring into the eyes of the three most crazy sum bitches you will ever face. Let it soak all in, then try to do something. That feeling will be gone just like your careers. Its sad to say, but it so true, you are on the path of VIOLENCE, and that spells trouble for all of you.
The Violent One pauses for a moment, and exits the ring. He heads to a TV set on the side of the building and turns it on. He then hits play. It is a tap of Craven's short story promo. TVO turns around towards the camera and begins to speak once more.
TVO: You know before I go, I just have to say one thing to Craven... DON'T ever call TXO and myself out like that. Calling us chickens, for bowing out of a match. The only reason we did that was because my hatred for Adam Knite, was stronger than that of wanting to fight side by side with the dead sum bitch. Think before you speak, and get the facts straight man. Thats all I ask.
The Violent One shuts the TV off and heads back into the ring. He enters the ring, looks at the camera and shoots his a pose. It is his trademark pose of both arms extended in a cross like shape. He then lowers his arms, and points at the nCw logo on his hoodie. The camera fades as he is still pointing at the nCw logo.
Man: NCW vs nCw... Intresting...
The man unveils himself. It is the Violent One. He enters the ring and hits the ropes a couple times. He settles back in the middle of the ring and lifts up his hoodie and takes off the WCF tag team championship strap, and lays it down in front of him. He soon begins to speak.
TVO: My oh my how the times have changed. It seems as though in a matter of weeks, I have went from trying to break away from the past, to being thrown right back into the middle of my past. About 5 years or so ago when I got into the original nCw, I did my best impression of a bull in a china shop. I went through everyone and everything. Whether the fans loved me or hated me, I always had that respect of being the guy, that everyone feared for the pure fact that no matter what I needed to do to win, I did. And then I took some time off. Hell I did everything there was to do in this life called wrestling. Championships, honors, hospital visits, hell you name it, I had done. There was really nothing left that needed to be done. So there I sat. I started training kids to become wrestlers. Yes it was fun and I was still connected to the wrestling scene, but then came the itch... And no its not that itch you get after a one nighter with some trick named Roxy. I am talking about that itch to get back into the ring and do what I love. So I did. I came here to the WCF. After a call from a man that, to this day, still remains one of the most respected men in my eyes Davey Boone. He told me this place needed an injection of VIOLENCE. It needed to have that certain touch I bring to things. So I signed a contract, made the deal, all the technical bullshit. And what have I done since then? Only kicked ass, did what I said I was going to do, and become tag champs, all in the process. Man you know I was super hyped up last week about facing to legends. Logan and CD. And then what happens? Some punk bitches who call themselves Team NCW, interject into my shit. Bad move... Just a real bad move.
The Violent One pauses for a moment and pulls a bottle of water out of his pocket. He opens it, takes a sip then puts it back into his pocket and begins to speak again.
TVO: First off Davey Ortega, what are you the biggest fucking pussy in the world? You go after Team Xtreme's official announcer Jim Dolce, and pick on him? Pussy! I smell PUSSY. Come on, you have got to be able to do better than that! At least Outcast and Merc headed straight for me. Which brings me to those two assholes. You two got your-self's into a bigger pile of shit than you will know. You know have awoken the man that was feared for being "to violent", the man that was "to extreme", the same man that was considered "to crazy" to be able to ever amount to anything. And look what we have now? We have a man that has been a multi time heavyweight champ, multi time hardcore champ, multi time tag champ, and the same man that is going to beat the living shit out of you Sunday. You see I know that no matter what my partners will have my back. I got my partner in crime The Xtreme One on my side, plus a man that probably could single handedly beat the shit out of all three of you in Davey Boone. The last thing on my mind is worry. Well I guess that isn't technically true, cause I do worry about what I am going to do this second rate knock off of the nCw originals. The shit I have going through my head to do, would get me sentenced for murder and locked up for life. And thats the lighter side of what I am thinking.
The Violent One pulls the bottle of water out of his pocket again and begins to sip on it. He takes three or four sips, seems satisfied and puts the water bottle back into his pocket and begins to speak again.
TVO: You know, it is going to be fun Sunday getting to legally beat the shit out of three guys and killing something. The killing will be that of the whole Team NCW thing. Because after Sunday, it will become well aware to everyone else why this nCw will always prevail. The dedication we have for the past, the dedication we had for the future, and the dedication we have for the present to restore that name to the greatness it deserves. So Outcast, Merc, and that Pussy Ortega, come Sunday your all dead... just like the NCW... Remember that as you are walking to the ring and staring into the eyes of the three most crazy sum bitches you will ever face. Let it soak all in, then try to do something. That feeling will be gone just like your careers. Its sad to say, but it so true, you are on the path of VIOLENCE, and that spells trouble for all of you.
The Violent One pauses for a moment, and exits the ring. He heads to a TV set on the side of the building and turns it on. He then hits play. It is a tap of Craven's short story promo. TVO turns around towards the camera and begins to speak once more.
TVO: You know before I go, I just have to say one thing to Craven... DON'T ever call TXO and myself out like that. Calling us chickens, for bowing out of a match. The only reason we did that was because my hatred for Adam Knite, was stronger than that of wanting to fight side by side with the dead sum bitch. Think before you speak, and get the facts straight man. Thats all I ask.
The Violent One shuts the TV off and heads back into the ring. He enters the ring, looks at the camera and shoots his a pose. It is his trademark pose of both arms extended in a cross like shape. He then lowers his arms, and points at the nCw logo on his hoodie. The camera fades as he is still pointing at the nCw logo.