Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Aug 17, 2007 12:17:40 GMT -5
There is no scenery. No flowing grass, no moving clouds, wastelands, industrial sites, city blocks or front yards. Not even a single light hanging over a stool with some wrestler sitting in it. Nothing. All that is seen is black. The world has been painted black. But what is left can be streamed across your mind in flowing words. Words either unspoken through the lips yet screamed inside, or words clearly and loudly shared with the world, only to be ignored.
Corporal Punishment:
Am I…fooling myself? Is it true? Am I really never going to become XVI World Champion? Are my talents that bare? What could I possibly have to offer? This kid, this sick and twisted kid…calls himself The Cure. I see XVI in this boy. I see the future of the business. And I want to put him over good. I want to make my defeats meaningful. But what meaning could their possibly be left for me? It is true, I am a talentless hack who simply thinks he’s the Toughest SOB in XVI. You cant just keep on getting your ass kicked and expect to become pushed in this business….so I give up. Every shot I have been given in my tenure as an XVI original has been unearned and a joke. Hell, My Name Is Corporal Punishment for God Sakes! No one in their right mind wrestles as a G.I. Joe. I truly am an idiot. I wasted several months of my life thinking I could be taken seriously when deep down inside, I didn’t even take myself seriously. So…Kobra. Here’s looking at you kid, you beat me at The American Dream, you wont just get yourself another win. You will get the career of Corporal Punishment. When you beat me, Corporal Punishment is dead.
Suddenly, the scenery gets a facelift. Not much of one, but green highlights and floating sparks falls down, and once they it the ground they illuminate the facial features of Corporal Punishment. Utterly sincere, utterly broken. The harsh tones of his dialogue are no longer present. He has lost his edge.
Corporal Punishment:
But this is no longer about me Kobra. This is about you now. Your back and forth relationship with this “Lord” is absurd. There is no such thing as a man having control over another mans free will. People can punish you, cripple you, put you down and humiliate you. But at the end of the day your still your own man, and you make your own damn choices. By letting this “Lord” dictate your pace and tell you what you can and cannot do because he ultimately controls your fate is straight BS. You know it, and I know it. So if you truly are hoping to make it big in the cutthroat industry of Professional Wrestling, your going to need to make your own decisions, and do what’s right for you. And not some shadow boxer. Understood?
He bows his head, as if collecting himself. A shiver goes down his spine, and he shows it with a convulsion over his entire body. When he looks back up he has a glowering in his eyes. Accentuated by the weird contortions of his nostrils. Almost as if a look of psychotic determination came over him within a second or two.
Corporal Punishment:
You see Kobra, your road may just be beginning! But this is my last dance boy, and if I have to hear about people being killed in broad daylight without consequences, I may be tempted to do a little Serpent Decapitating of my own! If I have to hear about wrestling superstars being stabbed for no reason other than the fact that they are facing each other in a match the next week, hell boy I may be sorely tempted to take my liberties with my last opponent! If this “Lord” can get away with trying to play puppet master, I think its time to chop some wood now TELL ME Cure, how does this sound to you?
End Promo.
Corporal Punishment:
Am I…fooling myself? Is it true? Am I really never going to become XVI World Champion? Are my talents that bare? What could I possibly have to offer? This kid, this sick and twisted kid…calls himself The Cure. I see XVI in this boy. I see the future of the business. And I want to put him over good. I want to make my defeats meaningful. But what meaning could their possibly be left for me? It is true, I am a talentless hack who simply thinks he’s the Toughest SOB in XVI. You cant just keep on getting your ass kicked and expect to become pushed in this business….so I give up. Every shot I have been given in my tenure as an XVI original has been unearned and a joke. Hell, My Name Is Corporal Punishment for God Sakes! No one in their right mind wrestles as a G.I. Joe. I truly am an idiot. I wasted several months of my life thinking I could be taken seriously when deep down inside, I didn’t even take myself seriously. So…Kobra. Here’s looking at you kid, you beat me at The American Dream, you wont just get yourself another win. You will get the career of Corporal Punishment. When you beat me, Corporal Punishment is dead.
Suddenly, the scenery gets a facelift. Not much of one, but green highlights and floating sparks falls down, and once they it the ground they illuminate the facial features of Corporal Punishment. Utterly sincere, utterly broken. The harsh tones of his dialogue are no longer present. He has lost his edge.
Corporal Punishment:
But this is no longer about me Kobra. This is about you now. Your back and forth relationship with this “Lord” is absurd. There is no such thing as a man having control over another mans free will. People can punish you, cripple you, put you down and humiliate you. But at the end of the day your still your own man, and you make your own damn choices. By letting this “Lord” dictate your pace and tell you what you can and cannot do because he ultimately controls your fate is straight BS. You know it, and I know it. So if you truly are hoping to make it big in the cutthroat industry of Professional Wrestling, your going to need to make your own decisions, and do what’s right for you. And not some shadow boxer. Understood?
He bows his head, as if collecting himself. A shiver goes down his spine, and he shows it with a convulsion over his entire body. When he looks back up he has a glowering in his eyes. Accentuated by the weird contortions of his nostrils. Almost as if a look of psychotic determination came over him within a second or two.
Corporal Punishment:
You see Kobra, your road may just be beginning! But this is my last dance boy, and if I have to hear about people being killed in broad daylight without consequences, I may be tempted to do a little Serpent Decapitating of my own! If I have to hear about wrestling superstars being stabbed for no reason other than the fact that they are facing each other in a match the next week, hell boy I may be sorely tempted to take my liberties with my last opponent! If this “Lord” can get away with trying to play puppet master, I think its time to chop some wood now TELL ME Cure, how does this sound to you?
End Promo.
