Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Aug 10, 2007 17:24:22 GMT -5
The Revolution Will Not Be Verified
The world is full of….conflict.
A dark junkyard. Search lights flash off and on like beacons beckoning for an answer. Over the mounds of equipment and garbage strewn across a filthy hole of at least 3 miles in diameter. Toxic waste bubbles out of age old used iron canisters. The sound of screaming metal echoes throughout the wicked corridors of militaristic abuse. Throughout this wreckage steps The Corporal of Punishment. Clad in iron grey cameo, a hard helmet across his balding scalp, with large leathery resistant boots shod on his feet. One arm is outstretched as if normally walking, while the other lags behind, pulling a sizable wheeled dumpster. He seems to be gathering used tools and still usable weapons that can be remodeled for better use. He looks into the camera following him, a look of utter sincerity on his face.
Corporal Punishment:
It is a sad but necessary evil, Jordan Glass. That men like myself must trudge into this abominable estate, and gather what good weapons we can. Do you even realize what we must do with these artifacts? We recycle them. Use their toxic energy and resources in order to build stronger, faster, more deadly weapons. Utilities far better at killing and maiming than their pre-composted counterparts. We even remodel such things as…Bullet Proof armor. A poor example at best, I admit. But it is a proper way to explain what happens to you. You become recycled Jordan. First, you were simply The Xtreme Champion. You then became even more deadly as you remodeled yourself into Serafin. But now, your greatest recycled form. In a form so dangerous I may not be able to return you to the rubble pile. You are now Jordan Glass, the Champion. Yet to be crowned, but you now have the focus and drive to do what needs to be done. Even by going through myself. I am not sure if I can stop you now, or even come close to finishing you, but I will show you that even these older items can still have a few tricks up their sleeves. And may still have a purpose…
Scene Two: Realization is painful.
Still in his iron gray cameo, Corporal Punishment now holds his helmet firmly between his upper arm and chest in an underhooking fashion. But he now stands firmly and proud in the backstage interview area, except without Katie King. Corporal Punishment will conduct this message himself. He has an ugly attempt at a grin, and his eyes seem to flash brilliantly against the light of the room and the camera.
Corporal Punishment:
For your listening pleasure, I will now proceed to respond to each of Bullet Proofs major points that he made in response to myself. I think this will help clarify a few points of what he thinks of me and I think of him. Script please.
Uncharacteristically, a stage crew member walks onto the stage and hands Corporal a piece of paper. He thumbs through it a little bit, as if reading off what Jordan actually said.
Corporal Punishment:
I am going to be as brutally honest, and yet as respectful as possible. Because you gave me that much Jordan. Yes, I admit too that it was a bit hypocritical of me to say that you claimed you could not be stopped yet I did the same thing. In truth, I have been stopped more times than the most talentless development wrestler. But I have shown the heart of a lion and came back every time to fight once again. What I wonder Bullet Proof, is how you will take you first loss? It may not happen soon, but if I does, will you take your ball and go home, like Jihad Sullivan? Or will you stick around long enough to admit that your opponent was the better man on one night, but you will get him back? What your in the most danger of Mr. Glass is the fact that once you’ve been on an Undefeated Streak. Its hard to stomach the fact that you were finally pinned. Are you willing to cope with that Stress? Or will you be like your friend Calaz and want to leave the company for a different reason?
The Corporal shakes his shoulders and head a bit off. Those words seemed to have spoken to him about some other young talents he had faced off against. Or had known of. Certainly almost like a father figure he does not want to see Jordan Glass cave in to loss.
Corporal Punishment:
And I promise you, Jordan Glass. Just as much as you are able to promise me. That I am giving you my all this week on Side Effect. I will not hold back my strikes, I will not go easy on my submissions, and I will not break your falls. I will hurt you Jordan. And you will hurt me twice as much. But I will not lay down Bullet Proof. Just as you don’t wish to suffer your first loss before your road is complete, I too have a lot to prove against you. Too many young bucks in the back disbelieve I have what it takes. They think I’m too old to fight anymore. This week, win or lose, I want to prove them wrong.
Once again, Ignacious bows his head in emotion. Every word he speaks brings him closer and closer to his true feelings and the pain inside of his horrible in ring record. This week has to be his chance to prove he himself can hack in XVI, and not Jordan at all.
Corporal Punishment:
We do have something in common Jordan. Something you’d least expect. I expect you to win this week too. I expect you to tear my soul out and force me to lose the will to fight anymore in the ring. But I wont stop because of that fear. I never was good in math, but if I was a gambler I’d say my chances are 10 to 1 that I win this match. I have realized that I may never win a single match in XVI on my own. I realize that perhaps I really cant hack it in XVI. My record speaks for itself…but I’m still trying Jordan. I can only try. And I come out on a losing effort every time, it may be because I just am not good enough. But I try…
This time, although the stone faced emotion has not left his eyes, tears do begin to stream down his cheeks. Corporals hands are quivering with a mix of anger at himself, and shame for his record. But soon, it would become relief for finally realizing his destiny is not to win, but to entertain.
Corporal Punishment:
No Bullet Proof. That was not the same old trash talk. You inspired me to find the truth within myself. You showed me that its not all about saying who’s better, or I’m gonna pound some pussies, whoop some wussies, and Kick your Ass! Its not about calling you worthless, or that you aren’t somebody. Its simply about XVI. Its about respect, and I have all the respect in the world for you, even if you are a member of Serafin. And yes, I have taken bullets. And under your example my skin may just be weaker than yours. But I will be the fastest, strongest, and most lethal bullet you have had to intercept yet son. You and I will stand in that ring, and we will see how bullet proof you are, or exactly how sharp I am for that matter…and one more thing….tell Alyssa I said hello. For now my boy, you are Dismissed.
With those final words, The Corporal throws down the paper and can be scene wiping his tears on his sleeve before the camera fades to black.
End Promo.
The world is full of….conflict.
A dark junkyard. Search lights flash off and on like beacons beckoning for an answer. Over the mounds of equipment and garbage strewn across a filthy hole of at least 3 miles in diameter. Toxic waste bubbles out of age old used iron canisters. The sound of screaming metal echoes throughout the wicked corridors of militaristic abuse. Throughout this wreckage steps The Corporal of Punishment. Clad in iron grey cameo, a hard helmet across his balding scalp, with large leathery resistant boots shod on his feet. One arm is outstretched as if normally walking, while the other lags behind, pulling a sizable wheeled dumpster. He seems to be gathering used tools and still usable weapons that can be remodeled for better use. He looks into the camera following him, a look of utter sincerity on his face.
Corporal Punishment:
It is a sad but necessary evil, Jordan Glass. That men like myself must trudge into this abominable estate, and gather what good weapons we can. Do you even realize what we must do with these artifacts? We recycle them. Use their toxic energy and resources in order to build stronger, faster, more deadly weapons. Utilities far better at killing and maiming than their pre-composted counterparts. We even remodel such things as…Bullet Proof armor. A poor example at best, I admit. But it is a proper way to explain what happens to you. You become recycled Jordan. First, you were simply The Xtreme Champion. You then became even more deadly as you remodeled yourself into Serafin. But now, your greatest recycled form. In a form so dangerous I may not be able to return you to the rubble pile. You are now Jordan Glass, the Champion. Yet to be crowned, but you now have the focus and drive to do what needs to be done. Even by going through myself. I am not sure if I can stop you now, or even come close to finishing you, but I will show you that even these older items can still have a few tricks up their sleeves. And may still have a purpose…
Scene Two: Realization is painful.
Still in his iron gray cameo, Corporal Punishment now holds his helmet firmly between his upper arm and chest in an underhooking fashion. But he now stands firmly and proud in the backstage interview area, except without Katie King. Corporal Punishment will conduct this message himself. He has an ugly attempt at a grin, and his eyes seem to flash brilliantly against the light of the room and the camera.
Corporal Punishment:
For your listening pleasure, I will now proceed to respond to each of Bullet Proofs major points that he made in response to myself. I think this will help clarify a few points of what he thinks of me and I think of him. Script please.
Uncharacteristically, a stage crew member walks onto the stage and hands Corporal a piece of paper. He thumbs through it a little bit, as if reading off what Jordan actually said.
Corporal Punishment:
I am going to be as brutally honest, and yet as respectful as possible. Because you gave me that much Jordan. Yes, I admit too that it was a bit hypocritical of me to say that you claimed you could not be stopped yet I did the same thing. In truth, I have been stopped more times than the most talentless development wrestler. But I have shown the heart of a lion and came back every time to fight once again. What I wonder Bullet Proof, is how you will take you first loss? It may not happen soon, but if I does, will you take your ball and go home, like Jihad Sullivan? Or will you stick around long enough to admit that your opponent was the better man on one night, but you will get him back? What your in the most danger of Mr. Glass is the fact that once you’ve been on an Undefeated Streak. Its hard to stomach the fact that you were finally pinned. Are you willing to cope with that Stress? Or will you be like your friend Calaz and want to leave the company for a different reason?
The Corporal shakes his shoulders and head a bit off. Those words seemed to have spoken to him about some other young talents he had faced off against. Or had known of. Certainly almost like a father figure he does not want to see Jordan Glass cave in to loss.
Corporal Punishment:
And I promise you, Jordan Glass. Just as much as you are able to promise me. That I am giving you my all this week on Side Effect. I will not hold back my strikes, I will not go easy on my submissions, and I will not break your falls. I will hurt you Jordan. And you will hurt me twice as much. But I will not lay down Bullet Proof. Just as you don’t wish to suffer your first loss before your road is complete, I too have a lot to prove against you. Too many young bucks in the back disbelieve I have what it takes. They think I’m too old to fight anymore. This week, win or lose, I want to prove them wrong.
Once again, Ignacious bows his head in emotion. Every word he speaks brings him closer and closer to his true feelings and the pain inside of his horrible in ring record. This week has to be his chance to prove he himself can hack in XVI, and not Jordan at all.
Corporal Punishment:
We do have something in common Jordan. Something you’d least expect. I expect you to win this week too. I expect you to tear my soul out and force me to lose the will to fight anymore in the ring. But I wont stop because of that fear. I never was good in math, but if I was a gambler I’d say my chances are 10 to 1 that I win this match. I have realized that I may never win a single match in XVI on my own. I realize that perhaps I really cant hack it in XVI. My record speaks for itself…but I’m still trying Jordan. I can only try. And I come out on a losing effort every time, it may be because I just am not good enough. But I try…
This time, although the stone faced emotion has not left his eyes, tears do begin to stream down his cheeks. Corporals hands are quivering with a mix of anger at himself, and shame for his record. But soon, it would become relief for finally realizing his destiny is not to win, but to entertain.
Corporal Punishment:
No Bullet Proof. That was not the same old trash talk. You inspired me to find the truth within myself. You showed me that its not all about saying who’s better, or I’m gonna pound some pussies, whoop some wussies, and Kick your Ass! Its not about calling you worthless, or that you aren’t somebody. Its simply about XVI. Its about respect, and I have all the respect in the world for you, even if you are a member of Serafin. And yes, I have taken bullets. And under your example my skin may just be weaker than yours. But I will be the fastest, strongest, and most lethal bullet you have had to intercept yet son. You and I will stand in that ring, and we will see how bullet proof you are, or exactly how sharp I am for that matter…and one more thing….tell Alyssa I said hello. For now my boy, you are Dismissed.
With those final words, The Corporal throws down the paper and can be scene wiping his tears on his sleeve before the camera fades to black.
End Promo.
