Hazza
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Post by Hazza on Aug 29, 2013 9:48:04 GMT -5
The reaction is immediate; the mere second CKY's 'Knee Deep' begins to blare across the public address system, the already ecstatic crowd grows even louder as they begin to chant and cheer. These chants and cheers are being directed towards the man they know will be entering sooner or later. This man, of course, coming off an impressive win against Devin Smith is HARRY JONES. And sure enough, the Anti-Hero himself bursts out from behind the black curtain perfectly in sync with the opening verse of his theme song. Moving to the beat of the song, Harry walks down the entrance ramp, holding an arm-spread pose. Harry is handed a microphone at ringside and then slides into the ring. After several moments, all has fallen silent for the most part; the music has gone and the crowd are barely letting out a whisper. Harry licks his lips lightly and runs his free hand through his hair before speaking up in a calm, relaxed tone.
Harry Jones: "Life isn't like a game of Pokemon. In life, there are no do-overs, no second chances, you can't just restart the game because you screwed up. You have to live with your decisions, your choices, and you have to carry the burden of your mistakes with you for the rest of your life. What you do with them? Well, that's your choice. You can either heave them around for the rest of your life, allowing them to gnaw at the edges of your conscience until the very day you die ... or you can embrace them. You can take those mistakes, and you can FIX them; separate the good from the bad, the right from the wrong, and assure that you NEVER make that same mistake again."
Harry paces back and forth, letting the crowd absorb this rather cryptic message.
Harry Jones: "A long time ago, I made the mistake of turning my back on the 3XW fans... and I inevitably became the catalyst of my own downfall. I've become a hollow shell - a mere shadow of the man I once was; the man I SHOULD be! I know it'll take much, much more than an apology to fix my relationship with all of you people, but ... I dun' goofed. I'm sorry. I understand if you choose to not accept this apology, but I promise I'll try and make it up to all of you!"
It becomes apparent that Harry is extremely over with the fans right now, who almost instantly begin to chant his name in approval.
Harry Jones: "Now, I think that's enough of the sentimental bullshit. Y'see, over the last few weeks I've been subject to two MALICIOUS attacks by an unidentified stranger... and tonight, I finally discovered the identity of my attacker. That's right, ladies and gentlemen; eye-shadow, scarred wrists and a blood-belching vagina alike, Trenton York has returned to the wrestling industry! Woooooo, let's all give it up for the annoying scene kid! I wonder what stories he's going to tell us now that he's back? Perhaps he'll tell us about how 'Blood on the Dance Floor' saved his life, or about how he's 'the face of hell'? Who knows? ... and in all honesty, who cares? If York feels the need to only ever show his face after his subject has endured insidious amounts of pain inside the ring ... then maybe, Trenton has become more pathetic than he is psycho ... not in the good way."
The fans respond by making an 'ooo' noise. Jones takes a moment to collect his thoughts as the atmosphere becomes more intense every second.
Harry Jones: "Trenton, you put on this whole 'tough-guy' bravado, as if you've got no fear of the future ... but deep within? Your heart is racing, your mind is boggled and you're wondering if you truly have what it takes for another run in the mainstream. Hell, I'm thinking the SAME EXACT THING, only for different reasons. I'm not afraid of you, Trenton York; the prospect of facing you, whether you've reached 'legend' status or not, doesn't frighten me in the least. It EXCITES me; THIS is the kind of challenge I need, the kind of opportunity I've waited my entire 3XW CAREER for! By attacking me you've practically sealed our fate; soon enough, Harry Jones WILL fight Trenton York! One on one, mono e mono, a match for the AGES ... and a chance. The chance I want, the chance I NEED, to get my foot in the door; to establish myself as the next 3XW Champion! And what better way to do that than to knock off a wrestling icon? A multiple time World Champion? WHO BETTER ... for me to prove myself against ... than Trenton York? What other kind of victory would better work to silence the critics, turn the non-believers into avid followers and prove not only to THEM, but to MYSELF, that I truly am the GREATEST of all time! Now, don't get me wrong; I hate Trenton York on a personal level. He's the kind of sadist that will put his hamster in the microwave and then go cry in his room to the newest Adele song. But, I'm a fan of his in-ring ability. Despite being a conniving piece of shit with the audacity to attack yours truly ... I think Trenton is a good wrestler ... but I KNOW that I'm better."
Once again Harry lowers his microphone away from his lips, soaking in the overwhelming "Harry Jones" chant. He continues to gaze directly into the camera, before pressing on.
Harry Jones: "Make no mistake about it, Trenton; I'm NOT to be taken lightly. I'm the REAL DEAL. I know it, these people know it, and deep down inside, YOU know it; you know DAMNED well what I'm capable of! I'll have you know that when I get my hands on you, I'll stop at NOTHING ... and I mean NOTHING ... until I've put you out of your misery... and Trenton, you'll finally see why ..."
As Harry pauses once more, the fans grow louder; finishing that sentence for him as he stands in the center of the ring. With his head hung, Jones stares at the mat for a moment; taking a couple of deep breaths as if to gather his thoughts before slowly looking back up. Harry's lightly bearded face tells the entire story, here tonight; speaking volumes louder than any words ever could as Harry Jones seems angered, frustrated, disgusted even ... but past all of that, there's a hint of something else. Just enough to be noticeable as Harry brings that microphone to his lips for the final time tonight, screaming into it...
"THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER HARRY JONES!"
OT: Just bumping the promo so Granger sees it.
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Post by daggdag on Aug 29, 2013 11:28:36 GMT -5
Caleb Moore is in the locker room, getting prepared for his match against Harry Jones.
Michael Killinger is in his locker room singing to himself. The song is about the pain he loves putting others through.
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Post by тнєє gяαηgє on Aug 29, 2013 11:50:20 GMT -5
The reaction is immediate; the mere second CKY's 'Knee Deep' begins to blare across the public address system, the already ecstatic crowd grows even louder as they begin to chant and cheer. These chants and cheers are being directed towards the man they know will be entering sooner or later. This man, of course, coming off an impressive win against Devin Smith is HARRY JONES. And sure enough, the Anti-Hero himself bursts out from behind the black curtain perfectly in sync with the opening verse of his theme song. Moving to the beat of the song, Harry walks down the entrance ramp, holding an arm-spread pose. Harry is handed a microphone at ringside and then slides into the ring. After several moments, all has fallen silent for the most part; the music has gone and the crowd are barely letting out a whisper. Harry licks his lips lightly and runs his free hand through his hair before speaking up in a calm, relaxed tone.
Harry Jones: "Life isn't like a game of Pokemon. In life, there are no do-overs, no second chances, you can't just restart the game because you screwed up. You have to live with your decisions, your choices, and you have to carry the burden of your mistakes with you for the rest of your life. What you do with them? Well, that's your choice. You can either heave them around for the rest of your life, allowing them to gnaw at the edges of your conscience until the very day you die ... or you can embrace them. You can take those mistakes, and you can FIX them; separate the good from the bad, the right from the wrong, and assure that you NEVER make that same mistake again."
Harry paces back and forth, letting the crowd absorb this rather cryptic message.
Harry Jones: "A long time ago, I made the mistake of turning my back on the 3XW fans... and I inevitably became the catalyst of my own downfall. I've become a hollow shell - a mere shadow of the man I once was; the man I SHOULD be! I know it'll take much, much more than an apology to fix my relationship with all of you people, but ... I dun' goofed. I'm sorry. I understand if you choose to not accept this apology, but I promise I'll try and make it up to all of you!"
It becomes apparent that Harry is extremely over with the fans right now, who almost instantly begin to chant his name in approval.
Harry Jones: "Now, I think that's enough of the sentimental bullshit. Y'see, over the last few weeks I've been subject to two MALICIOUS attacks by an unidentified stranger... and tonight, I finally discovered the identity of my attacker. That's right, ladies and gentlemen; eye-shadow, scarred wrists and a blood-belching vagina alike, Trenton York has returned to the wrestling industry! Woooooo, let's all give it up for the annoying scene kid! I wonder what stories he's going to tell us now that he's back? Perhaps he'll tell us about how 'Blood on the Dance Floor' saved his life, or about how he's 'the face of hell'? Who knows? ... and in all honesty, who cares? If York feels the need to only ever show his face after his subject has endured insidious amounts of pain inside the ring ... then maybe, Trenton has become more pathetic than he is psycho ... not in the good way."
The fans respond by making an 'ooo' noise. Jones takes a moment to collect his thoughts as the atmosphere becomes more intense every second.
Harry Jones: "Trenton, you put on this whole 'tough-guy' bravado, as if you've got no fear of the future ... but deep within? Your heart is racing, your mind is boggled and you're wondering if you truly have what it takes for another run in the mainstream. Hell, I'm thinking the SAME EXACT THING, only for different reasons. I'm not afraid of you, Trenton York; the prospect of facing you, whether you've reached 'legend' status or not, doesn't frighten me in the least. It EXCITES me; THIS is the kind of challenge I need, the kind of opportunity I've waited my entire 3XW CAREER for! By attacking me you've practically sealed our fate; soon enough, Harry Jones WILL fight Trenton York! One on one, mono e mono, a match for the AGES ... and a chance. The chance I want, the chance I NEED, to get my foot in the door; to establish myself as the next 3XW Champion! And what better way to do that than to knock off a wrestling icon? A multiple time World Champion? WHO BETTER ... for me to prove myself against ... than Trenton York? What other kind of victory would better work to silence the critics, turn the non-believers into avid followers and prove not only to THEM, but to MYSELF, that I truly am the GREATEST of all time! Now, don't get me wrong; I hate Trenton York on a personal level. He's the kind of sadist that will put his hamster in the microwave and then go cry in his room to the newest Adele song. But, I'm a fan of his in-ring ability. Despite being a conniving piece of shit with the audacity to attack yours truly ... I think Trenton is a good wrestler ... but I KNOW that I'm better."
Once again Harry lowers his microphone away from his lips, soaking in the overwhelming "Harry Jones" chant. He continues to gaze directly into the camera, before pressing on.
Harry Jones: "Make no mistake about it, Trenton; I'm NOT to be taken lightly. I'm the REAL DEAL. I know it, these people know it, and deep down inside, YOU know it; you know DAMNED well what I'm capable of! I'll have you know that when I get my hands on you, I'll stop at NOTHING ... and I mean NOTHING ... until I've put you out of your misery... and Trenton, you'll finally see why ..."
As Harry pauses once more, the fans grow louder; finishing that sentence for him as he stands in the center of the ring. With his head hung, Jones stares at the mat for a moment; taking a couple of deep breaths as if to gather his thoughts before slowly looking back up. Harry's lightly bearded face tells the entire story, here tonight; speaking volumes louder than any words ever could as Harry Jones seems angered, frustrated, disgusted even ... but past all of that, there's a hint of something else. Just enough to be noticeable as Harry brings that microphone to his lips for the final time tonight, screaming into it...
"THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER HARRY JONES!"
Just as Harry Jones screams out that there will never be another him, the theme music of the man who recently made his return to the ring, Trenton York blares throughout the arenas PA System and the arena instantly erupts into a sea of boo and hatred as inside the ring Harry Jones is alerted to attention. Slowly but surely, a little psycho but in a good way, York begins to walk out from the back wearing a pair of black tight jeans and a white button up long sleeve t-shirt. He wears an sadistic grin on his face as he makes his way past the 3XW Universe who all hate this man with a passion after the events that happened at Bloodbath at the Beach. Trenton circles around the ring never taking his eyes off Harry Jones and vice-versa as an actual smile comes across the face of Trenton. One can only wonder what thought in the demonic mind of Trenton York pleased him as he snatches a microphone and turning to the steel steps. he takes his sweet time walking up and entering the ring as the power clash in the ring is overwhelming. Trenton circles around Harry Jones for a moment before raising the microphone to his lips.
TRENTON YORK --- "Harry Jones... one may never have seen the day that me and you would stand together in a wrestling ring as enemies... a man who seeks revenge for the brutal attacks of a masked mad man... and a man who removed a mask and became more frightening than with it on. You stand there and criticize me by saying I have this tough guy bravado... Harry... Harry... Harry... I never once ever said I was a tough guy... I never once tried to out "power" you. Why would I need to be a tough guy whenever I am the face of hell! Ever since I killed that bastard John York and put him in his place... i became the most feared York ALIVE! I am a man that is feared and even though you have the guts to challenge me... to call me out... I sense the fear inside you. I have seen you through the years at the AMAZING things that you have done in this ring but one tends to not look in the right places if you honestly think you will stand a chance with me. Look back to Wicked Wrestling where I took Surge to his limits and made him BLEED! A man feared and was deemed unstoppable was made bleed by my very hand. I have done everything that I have ever said I would do if it was become a champion or be it end a career. I have been in the most brutal of companies and stood tall in all of them. Tell me something Harry... how do you hurt a man who drives to feel pain! HOW WILL YOU HURT TRENTON YORK! Honestly you must have forgotten why I was given the title... psycho. I am telling you this as a warning... stay out of my path or you will face the same fate as Casey Anomaly!
The crowd erupts in boos as Trenton speaks of the events that Trenton did in his return to wrestling when he beat Casey Anomaly with a spike and left him in a puddle of his own blood. Unlike most people who would get offended by the boos, Trenton only grins sadistically loving every second of it as he did when he was doing it to Casey.
TRENTON YORK --- "I gave Casey Anomaly a blood bath and loved every single second of it. Do you really want that to be your fate Jones... do you like the sight of your own blood like I do? Do you hurt yourself for the HELL OF IT! I DO! I don't give a damn about pain even to myself so you can only imagine how I feel about inflicting pain to another human being. Maybe my mind has been demented and filled with demons since those events many years ago that changed my life together. Trust me when I say Casey Anomaly was not the first man I left in a puddle of his own blood... to take a mans life... is not a problem to me. To take a mans career away from him is not a problem to me so go ahead Harry! GO AHEAD! Go ahead and piss me off, unleash the hell that you want and I promise you I will give you your match... you have a drive to become the 3XW Champion right? You think you are good enough to face Oblivion? You face me then that is exactly what I will give you... the chance to face Oblivion... the chance to fight the worst fear... to be forgotten. You will not remember your DAMN NAME once I am done with you so tell me Harry Jones... do you really want this? If so, I am not afraid but are you scared yet?"
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 29, 2013 12:17:24 GMT -5
Noeleen Phoenix
*Rolls her eyes*
"Try and avoid using the word "inferior" when directed at me. Ditch this protest and come inside where things are a little more private."
*Noeleen picks up her bag and puts an arm around the shoulder of Tina and walks her inside*
"You see... I lost my title recently and obviously seeking revenge but I'm not the only person who wants that title, oh no. I'm sure now since Lara lost one of her many titles, she will be wanting that title too. I'm sure you despite Lara right? For being apart of the male division now.." Natchwey looks Phoenix gleefully and says, "you've got yourself a deal." Noeleen Phoenix
"Ha! It's done, you keep working her and she can stay away from me as I go for my prize! Now if you excuse me, I have to do a little bit of ring talk here"
*Noeleen walks off without even bothering to say bye"
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Post by Captain2 on Aug 29, 2013 12:19:33 GMT -5
Shawn Quinlan is in the Riot Act locker room. He's busy gluing his head onto other people's bodies in all of the pictures. Usually right next to Noeleen but in one case he actually glues his head over hers.
"Man I look great in a bikini"
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 29, 2013 12:32:05 GMT -5
Shawn Quinlan is in the Riot Act locker room. He's busy gluing his head onto other people's bodies in all of the pictures. Usually right next to Noeleen but in one case he actually glues his head over hers. "Man I look great in a bikini" Noeleen Phoenix
*Walks into the locker room as she checks on her forehead stitches before her promo and see's Shawn acting strange*
"SHAWN! That's my cut out!"
*She marches over and takes the cut out but then notices the rest*
"Are you ok?"
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Post by Captain2 on Aug 29, 2013 12:33:55 GMT -5
Shawn Quinlan is in the Riot Act locker room. He's busy gluing his head onto other people's bodies in all of the pictures. Usually right next to Noeleen but in one case he actually glues his head over hers. "Man I look great in a bikini" Noeleen Phoenix
*Walks into the locker room as she checks on her forehead stitches before her promo and see's Shawn acting strange*
"SHAWN! That's my cut out!"
*She marches over and takes the cut out but then notices the rest*
"Are you ok?" "I'm awesome. I feel a little bad because I haven't seen my brother since the pay per view but..." he shrugs and smiles at her. "You guys finally let me into Riot Act. I'm part of the team! I bet you're excited to have me"
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 29, 2013 12:37:30 GMT -5
Noeleen Phoenix
*Walks into the locker room as she checks on her forehead stitches before her promo and see's Shawn acting strange*
"SHAWN! That's my cut out!"
*She marches over and takes the cut out but then notices the rest*
"Are you ok?" "I'm awesome. I feel a little bad because I haven't seen my brother since the pay per view but..." he shrugs and smiles at her. "You guys finally let me into Riot Act. I'm part of the team! I bet you're excited to have me" Noeleen Phoenix
"Can't you tell? My face says it all."
*As she just stands there with a blank expression*
"It was Oblivion's choice with you so, his choice usually goes."
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Post by Captain2 on Aug 29, 2013 12:41:27 GMT -5
"I'm awesome. I feel a little bad because I haven't seen my brother since the pay per view but..." he shrugs and smiles at her. "You guys finally let me into Riot Act. I'm part of the team! I bet you're excited to have me" Noeleen Phoenix
"Can't you tell? My face says it all."
*As she just stands there with a blank expression*
"It was Oblivion's choice with you so, his choice usually goes." "Reguardless I look forward to working closer with you... mil'ady" he says with a wink before looking over at all the pictures on the wall. "So how did your match go with Sophie? I couldn't see from the cage all that well" he says turning back to face her.
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 29, 2013 12:53:12 GMT -5
Noeleen Phoenix
"Can't you tell? My face says it all."
*As she just stands there with a blank expression*
"It was Oblivion's choice with you so, his choice usually goes." "Reguardless I look forward to working closer with you... mil'ady" he says with a wink before looking over at all the pictures on the wall. "So how did your match go with Sophie? I couldn't see from the cage all that well" he says turning back to face her. Noeleen Phoenix
"Judging by my face and the fact that I feel grim... I lost. Not happy with myself over it."
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