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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:56 pm
The scene opened in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse had crates taking up most of the space, few lights lighting up the area. The camera looked up to the rafters, stopping on the tall figure of Matt Shanahan. Matt was standing up on one of the beams, his hands grabbing a bar that was hanging from above. He had his usual smirk stuck on his face as he gripped the bar and looked around.
"God, lost my first match... Against some nobody!... I guess The Punk is losin' his touch, eh?... I lost against some demon wannabe "student."... Heh, it's like losing to some Undertaker retarded offspring!... I mean, Dannys practically on the verge of his old age pention! I bet he's older than the Chairman!... It's sad, really... The Punk losing to such a kid..."
Matt chuckled as he let go of the bar and began to walk on the beam, looking down below.
"But it won't happen again.... Well, of course it won't! I'm movin' on to bigger and better things! I'm done facing Loser kids, and trust me when I say this... From now on, The Punk's losing streak will always remain at 1... And it will never increase... Because once The Punk declares it, it's written down in the great book of Punkism..."
Matt continued walking the beam as the camere faded...
[End Scene]
[Sorry for the sad excuse for a promo]
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 3:08 pm
The screen kicks on as the camerea focuses on a moving target, Ryan Ross. He looks over, noticing the red light on and moves so he' directly in front of the camera. The camera swivels up to his face which looks a little red but could just be the lighting in the room. He sighs and begins to speak.
" I just got word from the head office that I'll be facing some looney who thinks he's a KING." He paused to chuckle and smirk into the camera before continuing. "Shadow Starr thinks he's The King, well i have a few words to say about that, first of all to be a king you have to be ruling something and the only thing you rule is your bowels when you sit on your throne, you giant pile of crap."
Ryan stepped back smiling in his own amazment of himself. " Shadow Starr thinks he's a Legend of Shadows, what the heck does that even mean? he lerk's around dark alley's waiting to back door some homeless guys? that he's so hidious that he's gotta stay in the shadow's or a mob will come after him?, what a JOKE." Ryan suddenly became serious but cracked after only a few seconds.
" Starr your trying to put yourself over using the nestalgia of an old dead fed, MR. CTC, so your Mister. washed up, your mister couldn't make it anymore, your mister...." Ryan paused and looked up at the ceiling he looked back down at the camera with a completly straight face, " Mister nobody, and after i get through with you at Trinity you'll be Mister out of action." Ryan did a little spin move and pointed at the camera's lens. " After Trinity I'll be one step closer to accomplishing my goal of being the best in the NLS, and there's nothing you can do about it." Ryan smirked and walked away as the screen Fades to Black.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:57 am
A light fades in on the scene, an empty wreck of a place, what appears to be a demolished building. Among the wreckage, a shadow lurks in what little light there is in the place.
Ryan... Ross... Let's see...
An ominous voice settles into the picture, the source still unknown but distinct to anyone who knows it. The scene is still dead, dark and hazy to those who gaze upon it.
Some newcomer to the game. Some little punk who wants to cash in on his one shot at greatness... against the Epitome of Greatness. Mr. Ross, I hope you're listening, because I have a VERY important message for you.
A figure appears from the dust and decay, still shrouded in shadow but clear enough to see that it is a decent built male, who seems a bit beyond sanity or stability.
You want to know what it means to be a Legend?? You want to be great? Because it sounds to me like all you want is make jokes about veterans and job to us. Well, Mr. Ross, allow me to explain something. "Legend" and "Death" are two different words. I am no dead weight, I am not a dead man in a living body. Rather, Mr. Ross, I am the very spirit of wrestling, incarnate.
The figure steps out of the shadows, revealing Mr. CTC himself in the rubble. He looks around a bit before focusing back on the camera, his next set of words focused on his point.
Look around, Mr. Ross. What do you see?? Death? Wreckage? Disaster? Well, Mr. Ross, I can assure you it is anything but. You see, like CTC, this wreckage appears to be nothing more than a waste of old dreams and conquers of fallen fools. But look closer, and you see something else. You see... life.
Almost on cue, a flock of birds settle on the rubble, looking for food. A few mice and insects appear, feeding the birds or running across the scene before disappearing once again. Shadow is out of focus now, but continues.
You see, Ryan, CTC is NOT a wrestling federation. It is a way of life. I consider myself to be the true herald of wrestling, because in the eyes of the fans and the wrestling gods, I represent the true spirit of wrestling. In short, Mr. Ross, I am CTC. I am... Mr. Wrestling.
You, on the other hand, are a fool. A loser. A slacker waiting for his next big "get rich quick" scheme, as it were. You seem to believe that fate has thrown you a bone, and you intend to pick it clean. Well, like the waste you see before you, Mr. Ross, I assure you that you will be laid to rest. The life of wrestling will grow around you as you fall into darkness, knowing that you've failed to live up to your potential, knowing that the greatness you pursue is nothing more than a distant dream for you.
Trinity. 3-in-1. Your epic match against a veteran, your downfall into despair, and my rise back into greatness... in one match. Mr. Ross, prepare yourself. Because there is one thing, and one thing alone that you will learn at Trinity.
Face your fears... or fear the shadows.
The scene fades to black as Shadow walks away, the eerie view of the rubble fading away. All are left to wonder, can Ross pull the upset? Or will Shadow's words ring true?? All will be revealed May 19th... at Trinity.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 5:47 pm
The backstage crew followed AJ into the backstage area where he was pissed off, wiping his bloody mouth on a towel, screaming in it as well. An interviewer ran to ask a question, but Warner gave a chuckle and looked at the man. "You want to talk to me, huh?" AJ stole the mic and put it to his lips. "Chaos, Johhny, whatserface, I don't make conspiracies. But let me get this straight. You guys threw me around like a ragdoll, I won't deny it. But congradulations, you three won the qualifiers.
"The reason I say you three, is because it was nothing more than a 3-on-1 assault. This was trying to welcome the new kid. I never tapped, I simply gave up. I muttered these words because I knew that if I kept going, hell, you three would have ganged me anyways." The reporter looked dumbfounded and look to him with a cocked eyebrow. "But AJ it was a free for all. It even said--"
AJ pushed the reporter down and yelled to the camera. "I DON'T CARE WHAT IT SAYS ON PAPER. You may think, you may even know, it said Free-for-All, but this was nothing but an ambush, handicap match, whatever name you give it, you cant deny it. I don't care about qualifiers right now, all I want... is respect. And I'm not just a new face. Incase I didn't make it clear, my name is AJ Warner.
"I am a monster in that ring, one-on-one. I have a ticket to success, and I'll be damned if I don't use it. That ticket that you see, is for our next show. And any one of you buck-toothed two faced punks want to see what the Bad Chyld really can be? Huh, buddy, this isn't Scrabble. I don't need to spell it out for you." AJ was calmer, but that wasn't saying much. He talked through his grinded teeth now.
"This isn't supposed to be about strategy. I can tell that you wanted to take out the best while he was new... but I'm still standing. And let me tell you what. I'm still sticking to my promise, that one day, while all seem to take me out, I will have the last laugh. My name is AJ Warner, and this is a promise."
AJ pushed the camera out of his face and walked back to his locker room shaking his head.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:06 pm
A camera clicks on in a bright and awe-striking flash, the room it reveals is filled with light coming from a large skylight in the middle of the ceiling. The view swivels from right to left revealing, what appears to be, a small gym filled with ever essential workout machine and free weight system any average gym could want. But this gym is quite diffrent than the average gym in the middle of the room, directly under the skylight, lay a sixteen by sixteen foot ring. The ring shined bright red from top rope to the dirty floor, and in it a man ran back and forth, hitting the ropes and rebounding continuesly. The camera man walked closer to the ring moving the camera to and fro giving a look that the gym might be deserted or maybe closed for renovations. The Camera guy took a few more steps towards the ring, accidentally stepping on a kicking pad, it released a puff of dust into the air, causing him to cough and sneeze. Ryan slowed his run down to a walk, and then he just stopped, staring at the camera he moved to the edge of the ring grabbed the top rope and jumped, but he hesitated for a moment, then landed on the mat he instead dropped to the mat to roll under the bottom rope. Ryan grabbed his towel and wiped off the little dropplets of sweat on his forehead and threw his towel onto the musty, dirty floor.
"Bout time you showed up." Ryan smirked at the camera as he said it, semi joking but became suddenly serious. "Don't ever be late again." he shouted, the camera man shivered shacking the camera but quickly regained himself by thinking (I'm an adult this is my job i can handle this...I'm karen angle). Ryan smiled once again, his face in a reminising, glazed look, he continued. " At Trinity I proved i was the better man, when i beat a Legend." Ryan's grin grew alittle wider as he flashed back to his match on the past card." Shadow Starr you may think your special because you've been around for so long, but i think not, the fans saw it all when i beat you within an inch of your life." Ryan said smuggle before taking a quick drink of water. " I Proved to the fans you really are Mr. Washed Up and that a victory over you was just kindling on the red hot fire that burns inside me, but enough about your sorry a**." Ryan quit smiling and became more focuesed before starting on a diffrent path." On may 31st I'm in my second National Championship qualifier against four of the worst wrestlers on the roster." Ryan looked away from the camera and towards the ring he looked back a small grin reappearing on his face. " Johnny Chaos, you think your a submission expert well think again, because, I Ryan Ross am three times better than you in every aspect of wrestling." Ryan Chuckled out loud for a moment and quickly continued." Don't think I'll forget about you interfering in my first qualifier you little smartass, I know and all those worthless fans know that i would have one that match if you wouldn't have helped Kid Cry Baby." Ryan paused for a moment," And Talon if it wasn't for that lucky kick that knocked me out, I would have been the one in the ring with my hand raised high above all of you other pukes, not having to go through this bullshit for the second time." Ryan's eye's lit up with rage as he finished his peace on Talon." And believe it when i say I'm going to eliminate you from this match first just to show how much of a little, weak, momma's boy you really are." Ryan smiled and finished his speech with a pleasant look on his face. " Aj Warner the Bad Chyld don't worry about winning this one kid because your a** is going to time out after i throw you out of the ring along with anigma and everybody else, adding four new names to my list of beaten wrestlers, you four losers will join the ranks of Shadow Starr after the next show, and there isn't anything you can do to stop my Red Hot streak." Ryan laughed uncontrollably for a few moment as he turned and walked back towards the ring. the camera fades to black.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 10:20 pm
[5.22.08]
Back From The Border
A promo from Mark Zout.
We open on a small, poorly lit gym. What little light does make it through the windows is deluded by years of dust. The grey-yellow light sprawled across the timberwolf shade cement floor - cracked and unmaintained - is interupted by a quick, rapid shadow. There is a boxing ring, punching bag, and free weight set, but to the extreme left we have Mark Zout captured within the lens. His feet are bare and wrapped in a dull-white masking tape to reduce the impact of the ball of his foot and heel against the unforgiving cement floor. His silver shorts sway to and fro, reflecting periodicly the dim light that is allowed through the tainted windows. His black A-shirt is damp with sweat, and the muscles in his fore arms and bicepts contract quickly. An old fraying jumprope swirls around his body quickly, his feet not missing a beat until a few seconds later a stop-watch hanging from his neck begins to chirp.
With a heavy sigh, Mark throws the rope down and places his hands high up behind his head. Breathing deeply, the young athlete walks calmly to the boxing ring, sitting on the edge. He looks into the lens. It is import he moved here because the camera is not being manned by an individual. Rather, Zout had set it up previous to beginning his training here.
Upon catching his breath, he began, "Welcome to Seattle." He brought his left hand up to clear his jet black strands from in front of his eyes. Then, with a smirk - not a smart a** smirk, but rather one that gave the impression he enjoyed every bit of time he had in this city - he continued, "Not the Seattle you read about. Not the Seattle you see in pictures of the Space Needle, Safeco Field, or Quest Field." He shook his head slowly, a drop of sweat dripping from his brow. "No, this is my Seattle." He bent his head down, raising his black A-shirt to his face to wipe the sweat away. "I'm not about those fancy landmarks, you see. I'm more into the counter-coulture scenes, like the Pike Place Market, Seattle's Underground, and small nearly-abandonned establishments like the one you see before you today."
Zout bent down again, moving the apron away from the ring as to take hold of a gallon jug filled with water. He unscrewed the cap and used both hands to steady it as he poured an eighth of it down his throat. He then wiped his mouth with the sweat-glistened back of his hand, set the water down in front of the ring, and rolled under the bottom rope. Standing in the ring now, Zout layed his fore arms over the top rope, leaning into it to be slightly closer to the lens.
"You see," he explained, "I once had the same approach to my wrestling style." He took a second to wipe more sweat from his brow and fix his hair so that it rested behind his ears and out of his face. "It was mildly successful, given the fact it was purely technical and lacked any sort of charisma what-so-ever." He raised his right hand, adding animation to his speech. "But you see, what it had in success, it lacked in just the latter - charisma."
Zout cleared his throat. "So," he said matter-of-factly, "I decided it was time for a change. It was obvious the GWA was going down with people like Dar Grays helping to run it, so I took a hiatus." Zout used his right hand to make a 'slow down' motion. "Look, I know it was wrong of me - and unfair to all my Markz out there - to up and leave without a word, but I felt something was missing. Then it clicked." With the last word he snapped his fingers, as if triggering a light bulb in his mind, "Lucha was the missing key. You can't get much more entertaining than the Mexican Luchadors! So it was decided, I would travel South of the border and recieve my training in one of Mexico City's acclaimed Luchador schools. When I arrived at Sea-Tac airport, however - and much to my distress - I discovered I had forgotten my passport. Customs refused to let me through - even with my celebrity." It was quite obvious the last line was meant to be comical.
Mark stood fully erect now, talking to the camera casually, as if it were you or I standing in front of him listening, not some machine recording him. "So what's a guy to do? Fortunately I remembered a guy from where I got my start in AWA's Pinnacle. Azul Angel." Zout tumbled his left hand through the air. "Now Azul isn't exactly Mexican, but he's the closest thing the Pacific North West has to Mexican - in a ring, at least. Anyway, I spent the past few months recieving mentorship from the-" Zout raised his voice here, making his teacher sound grand, "GREATEST LUCHADOR EV-ER," he lowered his voice once more, "to wrestle in Washington State."
Zout nodded. "I believe that now - with my in-ring experiance - and my new luchador-esque abilities, I will not only be able to earn a few wins for my deserving Markz, but I will also put on one heck of a show. And ladies and gentlemen, it's all for you."
Mark extended his index finger toward the lens, "So Matt Stone, what does that mean for you?" He rubbed his index and thumb over his chin. "It means the same man whom defeated Hunter Sullivan in his debute match - oh yes, it's true it's true - look up GWA's Second Year Anniversary Tape - is going to square off in the ring against you, this May thirty-first, and with an extended arsenal to boot." Zout nodded confidently toward the lens, "THAT is what that means." He then sincerely added, "Oh, and Matt? Good luck out there."
The camera continued rolling as Zout dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring. He reached down again and grabbed his water, devouring another quarter of the jug, then sighed contently and wiped his mouth dry again before walking over to the camera and fumbling it around looking for the power button.
Suddenly the boxing ring seems to jump into the sky as the lens connects with the cement floor, cracking with a thud. The angle is lifted once more and spun so that it faces Zout. His face takes a look of panic just before he huffs on the glass and uses the hem of his shirt to try to clean the lens, pushing into the cracked glass and shattering the lens. The scene turns black as the audio continues to roll...
"Oh s**t! Rage is gonna kill me...."
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 7:27 pm
The camera pans up the legs of a shapely woman, continuing to rise until the face of Jo Lee Livingston is shown, smiling and holding a microphone. “Ladies and Gentleman, I am here to provide the first interview here at The National League of Superstars with the “Ace of Spades”, Matt Stone.” Jo Lee looked over to the side to see Matt come in, but he didn’t, instead Another beautiful young lady did, by the name of Kitty.
Jo Lee looked perturbed, but regained her composure rather quickly. “Why Kitty, what a pleasant surprise, what are you here for?” Jo Lee asked, looking in Kitty’s eyes. Kitty swiped the mic from her and glared for a few seconds, before addressing the camera. “I would like to start things off my apologizing to all of you for having to put up with this Sushi bimbo, but let your concerns rest, for I will be conducting this interview.” Jo Lee looked insulted beyond belief, she stormed away from the interview area.
“Without any further ado, allow be to introduce to you, the currently undefeated shining star here in NLS, he is the master of my domain, The ‘Ace of Spades’ himself…Matt Stone!” Kitty held out her arms to the side and Matt walked on screen with a confident smirk on his face, wrapping his arm around Kitty’s shoulders. Kitty smiled and blushed a bit, bringing the mic close.
“So Matt, last week you were able to beat Xw in a match that blew the roof off the place, did you have anything to say to Xw?” Kitty asked with her trademark upward inflection at the end of her sentence. Matt smiled at her, then looked to the camera. “Xw? Is that what that guys name was? Well, whoever he was, he wasn’t anything but a stepping stone, a nobody to start the path to my eternal greatness.”
Kitty smiled, bringing the mic back to her. “Well said, now this week you’re facing off against Mark Zout, the well known quitter of GWA. Now I know that you’re going to beat him, but would you like to let all the people watching at home just how you plan on getting the win?”
Matt smirked at the question, cracking his neck to the right side before responding. “Well, I watched Mark’s little comments and I saw his so called training area, and let me tell you, that guy must be some loser. Training in what I can only describe as a movie set from the original Rocky flick. Perhaps he can get Stallone to feed him some raw eggs and run up some stairs, because if he shows up on Saturday, he’s going to get a real reality check. It doesn’t matter if I’m at the start of the show, the middle or I’m the Main Event, I always go all-in, and I guarantee that there is no better feeling in the world than having all your chips in the middle and your opponent is drawing dead. I hope that’s something you can cope with Mark, cause come Saturday the thirty-first, it won’t make a difference how much the people want it, it won’t make a difference how much you want it, all that’s going to matter is when the final card if flipped, you’ll know you just got beat by an Ace on the River, and that Ace, my friend, is me.”
Kitty was watching in awe, and when Matt was finished his speech, she kissed his cheek. Matt smiled, reaching in the pocket of his denim jeans and pulling out a playing card with a piece of tape on it. He walked up to the camera and stuck the card to it, the lens being completely covered and all that could be seen was a black spade.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 6:22 pm
The camera faded in from black to AJ Warner, sitting backstage on a bench and chugging a water bottle with an angry description written on his face. "You know, wrestling is a very simple idea. It's two men in the ring, fighting to be the strongest, the quickest, the best." Warner looked to the camera raising his voice a little higher. "I can't understand why you would put a young, agile man like myself against four people, TWO ******** SHOWS IN A ROW.
"But if I remember correctly, my next match is one on one. Can you believe it? A different match and opponent. And Matt Stone, you are my first victim, but definitely not my last buddy!" Warner took a big chug of his water and threw it against the wall in front of him. He sighed and looked to Jo Lee, calming back down. "Listen, I'm not going to be an a**, go ahead and ask me a question, oh, but before you do that, let me finish this interview, alright sweet cheeks?"
Jo Lee rolled her eyes and walked away, but Warner got up with a little smile looking to the cameraman. "Matt Stone, I want you to come to your next match with, nothing. I don't want to let you down this early in your career. It will be a lot easier for the both of us if you don't even show up." Warner chuckled and took a passing crew member's water to replace his old one.
"But I know you're curious, or bi curious, I should say. That's beside the point. Anyways, Matt, you are going to show up with one of your transvestite loving, nut munching, c**t punching HOES!" The fans oohed at this as AJ laughed, wiping his chin. "But I will show up with talent and promise, something you seem to lack. Because after I'm done with you, only one of us can win this match, but you will understand why the HJK will always come out... on... top. This is a promise, Matt... that only I can fulfill."
AJ looked away, but soon hit a Killing Spree on the camera, leaving the camera man and the cracked camera down on the floor. All you could see towards the end was AJ walked away, untaping his wrists.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:32 am
The camera comes into focus with Kitty standing in front of the camera, holding a microphone to her mouth. “Ladies and Gentleman, I would first like to address the obvious bias here at NLS. Mark Zout, that no good cheat, was breaking every rule in the book. Trust me, I’ve doing everything I can to start an investigation on Jon Nite, someone has to teach that guy that you can’t base your actions on a personal bias. Everyone saw that fast count he laid down on then end of the match. However, I was able to…persuade the men in the back to review those tapes and formulate a case. That’s not what’s important now, however, for what’s important now is keeping our sights set on the big picture. What’s done is done and we can only look forward. Without any further ado, allow me to introduce to you the man of the hour, the man with the power, he is the Ace of Spades, Matt Stone!”
Matt walked on with the same confident look he had last week. Kitty kissed his cheek and greeted him, then looked all professional. “Well Matt, thank you for joining me. Now I’ve already informed them of the Jon Nite scandal and he deserves no more mention at this time, so what say we focus on the future, and the defeat of AJ Warner?” Matt nodded. “Well that sounds like a plan. AJ Warner. You think just because you’ve had a few hard weeks that I’m just going to let it slide the way you talked about Kitty? Or perhaps because we both hail from the greatest country in the world, Canada, that we’ll have some sort of mutual respect? Well you’re wrong on both counts. You foul mouth Matt Stone wannabe, I remember you from Calgary a few years back. You were always at the bottom of the class. It took you three weeks just to master a body slam. While you were doing hammerlocks I was already perfecting my craft. I was out of the school early for exemplary prowess, you were sitting on your a** picking your nose, that’s right, we all saw you, you disgusting slob.” Matt lowered his sunglasses, looking in the camera.
“In all seriousness though, I know you, I know your style and I know your weaknesses. I’ve been watching those four-ways you were having in the ring; I was scouting your matches. I’ve seen how you operate and I couldn’t be more confident in my chances of taking you down. You see AJ, we both need this win, there’s no doubt, but when all the chips are in the middle, when there’s only one card left to come AJ, you’ll find that I always hit an Ace on the River.” As Matt spoke, Kitty reached down her shirt and pulled out a playing card, a black ace, the ace of spades. Matt was handed the card and he once again placed it over the lens so only the large black spade could be seen.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 11:28 am
The Titantron showed Xw sitting next to an interviewer.
In: "Hello, I'm here with Xw."
Xw looked at the camera with an emotionless face.
In:"Now, Xw, you have a match with Mark Zout this week, how do you feel about it?"
Xw: "How do I feel? What, are you a freakin' psychiatrist? You think I need to cry here? I know you cry yourself to sleep but I don't."
In: "I'm sorry..." He moved a little in his seat, looking a little afraid. "How about this, what do you think about your match with Zout?"
Xw slouched down into his chair a bit. "Comfy chair...Well, anyway, as far as I see it, Zout may be a good wrestler but I'm that much better. Anything Zout can do, I can do twice and then buy a shirt that says I did it."
The Interviewer spoke. "Well Zout fought Matt Stone and beat him for the three."
Xw looked pissed. "Stone cheat in his match with me and if we had a fair fight, I could have kicked his a** so hard his grandmother would have felt it and been pissed at him for putting her through that kind of pain."
The Interviewer took a risky shot. "Cheating or not, he still beat you where as, Mark Zout defeated Matt cleanly...And his streak is much better than yours. You are 1-1 and your win was by a noshow..."
Xw cracked his neck. "Listen, although my streak may not show it, and my only real match may not show it, I am the best wrestler out there and I will prove that to you this week."
The interviewer backed off of the risky questions with a look of fear on his face. He moved on though. "Say, why were you not on the card last week?"
Xw looked at him. "Good question. I would like to know myself. There were rumors of me being inactive and I guess they thought that I wouldn't show up. the boos must not have been to happy with me. Hopefully I can hange that next week."
The interviewer no longer look afraid as Xw had calmed down. "What do you think about that Impress the Boss match and your opponents in it? Like AJ Warner?"
Xw smiled. "AJ and I go way back. As friends...as enemies...as road pals...as the people on the top of eachother's death lists. I think we will both impress the boss and one of us, meaning me, will win this match."
"How about Ryan Ross? And Mike Anigma?"
"Who? Never heard of them..."
"They are having a match against eachother this week and will both be in the Impress The Boss match..."
"I'll go check that match out then. No matter what, though, I'll beat them both. My reign of terror starts this week with Mark Zout."
Xw stood up and left.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:16 pm
[6.4.08]
Luck of the Draw
A Podcast from Mark Zout avaliable on Markzout.net/vlog.html
The webcam is slightly shaky as Zout centers it on top of his desk to look him squarely in the eyes. His hair is kept up in a high pony tail, his bangs included. He places thin reading glasses over the bridge of his nose, and smoothes out a wrinkle in his black shirt reading: 'Every Cool Kid...' across the chest. Then, after a couple quick clicks of his mouse, he leans back in his chair a bit, adressing the camera.
Behind him is a bay window lavished with insolated black-out drapes, a brick red color, that nicely compliment the cremé wall. On the bench of the bay window is an earth-tone greeen bench cushion, atop of that are three magizines; the latest issues of Men's Health, Game inFormer, and Pro Wrestling Weekly. The cover of the latter reads 'IMPRESS THE BOSS!'
Back to Zout - the man raised an eyebrow as he began to speak in a calm and informitive tone. "Hey there, Zout fans! Just four short days ago you all witnessed the phenom of the NLS curtain jerker: Matt Stone (accompanied by his ring valet, Kitty) verses some guy... I have his name here somewhere... Oh, that guy - that Mark Zout."
Zout raised a brow to the cam once again, pausing after his last sentance. "It was a battle, folks, a battle seen by HUNDREDS! A recap for you, in case you missed it: Stone and Zout appear even, when it becomes then obvious that Zout is the superior ground grappler - aparently this kid is good on his back - moving on, Kitty and Stone - or that is to say Stone and Kitty - tried their all to keep the frantic Mark pinned by his shoulders, but to no avail! The end was close, it could have gone either way - but Zout had the luck of the draw, leaving the Ace of Spades to drown in the River, and all of his dreams in the toilet with a Royal Flush. It was a clean victory, however, and the record keeper chalked one up for the NLS's most loyal Mark!"
Zout sighed after the large breath he had just expelled from his lungs, and began again toward the lens. "Uhm, taking a look here at my inbox... I did recieve a few e-mails about last week, and it looks as if I have some questions reguarding my match coming up against Ex-wuh. Ex double you. Ex you square. Okay, I have some questions reguarding my opponent. Yeah. Oh, and also reguarding the highly anticipated 'Impress the Boss' match match to take place at the NLS PPV, From the Ashes, which will feature six jobbers no one has heard of and no one cares about, and will transform ONE of them into a -" he placed a big pause here - "Midcarder! Fabulous! I love the hype! What about these e-mails, eh?"
Zout made a short movement with his mouse, and then made a quick click. "Uh huh. Mhmm. Oh. Hmm. Okay. So this first e-mail is from J. Chaos, and it reads 'Your gimmic is lame, you have no tallent, and your utter lack of respect for kayfabe disgusts me. Good luck going no where, you low-life jobber.' Oh. Heh, well... Let's move on. Oh, hey. This reader is from Ottawa, Ontario. That's in Cananada. This one says: 'My man has a hundred times the talent, ability, and natural charisma that you do. I know you're in cahoots with Nite, and I'm gonna prove it!' Huh. You know, maybe we'll just try one more. What's this next one? Oh, okay, here we go. Jon N. says: 'Hey buddy, we still on for the K-1 finals in London?' Okay, maybe e-mails were a bad idea. Let's just have me talk about what needs to be said, eh?"
Zout made a 'that was a terrible idea' grimmace, just before grasping a bottle of water from his desk and taking a steady sip. He then set the bottle back and foccused toward the camera once more. "Okay, so admittingly, last week's match against Matt Stone was not my greatest. I wasn't as quick as I should have been, and I turned out a bit sloppy. I even blotched a couple moves. But that's okay, I was good enough to earn a win, and the match helped clear quite a bit of the ring rust. Which brings me to this up-coming card, where I am scheduled to wrestle against the X-facta, which is ironic - or possibly not - considering how seemingly similar our in-ring styles seem. Now, I've watched some tapes, done some research, used the wikipedia on him, and it's obvious that he does bring a lot to the table. But this isn't going to be a match fought on a table. There will be no tables even remotely close to this match, because this match will be wrestled in a ring, understand, speed racer? Good. Because I'm practicing my new-found lucha abilities taught to me by my sensei, Azul Angel - the GREATEST LUCHADOR EVER to reside in Washington State, and I will prove that my mojitan prowess is to be feared. Feared, I tell you. You're shaking in your computer desk chairs just thinking about it, aren't you? Well you should be."
"About the 'Impress the Boss' match - don't worry about it. It doesn't matter who is in that match with me. No, not because I am hands down greater than any other superstar in the match - because it's too far away to worry about it now. My opponent is Xw. I am using this week to train for my match against Xw, and only Xw. I don't need to sidetrack myself with things that may or may not happen somewhere down the line - which is what many superstars don't understand - which is why I beat so many superstars one, two, three - right in the middle of the ring. While they're busy thinking about what kind of bottle rockets and sparkelers they want going off for their entrance at their next match, I'm hitting them with the Mark Out."
Zout looks soberly to the cam, his eyes screaming with determination. "Xw, don't look past me, because I am definantly not looking past you. Don't make that mistake, or you will be the one to Mark Out next."
Zout cleared his throat, and pushed his reading glasses up, refoccusing his attention back to his general audience. "So that pretty much wraps up what I had to say, but why don't you all do me a favor and click that 'Support my MarkZ' link right up there above the vlog window. It has all the information you need to get your hands on a ticket to NLS's The King and the Kira, as well as some great merchandise you can wear in, or ideas for creating your own sign you can Mark Zout with. And don't be afraid to turn your friends on to this site, because if you remember..." Zout stands from his seat, so that the text on his shirt is more clearly visable. "Every Cool Kid..." He then turns around, so the text on the back of his shirt is visable. "Mark Zout!"
The live feed is cut, and credits begin down the screen:
Starring: Mark Zout
Dirrected By: Mark Zout
Producer: Mark Zout
Written by: Mark Zout
Costumes and Make-up: Mark Zout
Special Thanks to: All of you MarkZ!!!
=)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:01 pm
Anigma verses Animus A darkened room appears on the screen revealing a silhouette of bar bells and random workout machines. The camera pans over to a large wooden door-way which creaked open slowly as the lights clicked on in a bright flash. The room now flooded with light showing the very familiar gym of one Ryan Ross.
"Hey, what the hell?" Ryan appeared from the door way, scaring the camera man into a light muscle twitch. "Oh it's just you," he smirked as he walked in and dropped his red gym bag on the floor. "When I said don't be late I didn't mean break into my gym, you little p***k." A very audble gulp was heard from the camera guy's throut, "Well since you're here I might as well get this over with." Ryan moved his right hand through his hair and sighed before continuing to gather his thoughts for what was sure to be an amazing bit of dropped knowledge.
"Mike Anigma... Mike Anigma... Mike Anigma." Ryan stopped and looked up through the large skylight in the gym's ceiling, listening to the pitter patter of rain drops bounce of the glass. "Who are you?" Ryan said quizically to himself, barely loud enough to reach the camera's on-board microphone. "Oh yea! You're that stupid jobber that I kicked in the face at the last show, knocking you out of the ring and out of my way," Ryan paused and reached into his pocket grabbing his black bandana out of it and quickly wraped it around his head, tying it in the back before continuing. "Or so I thought. Well unfortunatly for you on the next show your facing the hottest wrestler in the NLS... Me, Ryan Ross. And not unlike the last show, I'll eliminate you - but this time I'll make sure you you don't come back to bother me again." Ryan smirked, followed by a quick chuckle and head shake.
"Now, on to more pressing issues, on the NLS's first ever PPV I'm going to show Jack Crystal and the entire world that I, Ryan Ross, deserve the praise that is rightfully mine." He paused quickly as the light in the far corner of his gym flickered giving him a look of annoyance before swiftly turning his head back to the camera, "No one in the six man match has as much talent as I do. No one. I mean we should say five man match, because Anigma may be in the hospital after the beating I give him." The rain stopped pattering against the glass as a small ray of light beamed into the musty gym. "I have to wrestle the likes of XW, who I still don't belive is real, Matt 'I have a girlfriend that gives other guys in the back BJs for a few dollars' Stone, 'the little cry baby who is just an aint is, never was, never will be, tallentless son of a b***h' AJ Warner, and the worst of them all; a wannabe luchadore who is - not to make a pun here - the biggest Mark I have ever seen!"
Ryan paused before continuing slowly, "If you don't think I can beat these losers, then you're kidding yourself, because I've yet to be pinned and I will never give up. I am the hottest superstar here and I'll prove it by throwing some more kindling on the fire with my inevitable win over Mike Anigma, and then again on the Pay Per Veiw to impress the boss." Ryan finished somberly waving the camera man away as he turned his back and walked to his red duffle bag to get his Fuji water as the screen fades to black.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 4:09 pm
LATE NIGHT IN DANNYS ASYLUM!
We open on a desk with a fake backdrop of a flaming city, the camera pans to show a clapping 'studio audience, who all appear to be in chains.
Johnnys voice:
Ladies and gentlemen..its.....LATE NIGHT IN DANNYS ASYLUUUUUUM! Tonights special guest is Hunter Sullivan and I am your co-host, the NLS's Hottest commodity......the Apocalypse kid...... A man with p***s beyond meas-
*ahem*
Oh right...and here is your host and Demonic Overlord.......DANNY DAAAAAEMON!!!!!!
Danny walks out to a hearty amount of applause, we pan to see Viral is strolling the aisles of the audience with a crowbar in hand, physically threatening anyone who isnt clapping
Hello folks, welcome to the first episode of 'Late Night in Dannys Asylum..... I'd like to introduce you to a few people....first off, my band director, The Spunky Super Sexy Soldier, SPYKE GEIN! says Danny, the camera pans over to Spyke, a band is playing as Spyke appears to gnawing on a ukelele.
Spyke....don't you have anything to tell our audience on our first big show?
WEEEEEEEEELL....WELL ITS THE BIG SHO- says Spyke before one of the ukeleles strings pops in his mouth..... he yelps in pain before falling over.
.......*sigh* are you okay Spyke? asks Danny.
Lando Calrissian sneezed a ghost p***s says Spyke. Danny just shakes his head.
Alright, over there you see my head of security, The Monster from Manchester, Viral!!!!! says Danny, the camera pans to Viral who is lighting a cigarette with a zippo nonchalantly..... there is a very long pause.
........seriously......not gonna say anything? says Danny. Viral puffs out a ring of smoke.
.......I thought you got over that whole mute thing in G-dub.... says Danny, Viral just shrugs his shoulders.
You don't know? How can you NOT know if you're mute or not....you know what...nevermind......*sigh* and here is my co-host......he's already introduced himself......The Smartass Submission Machine, Johnny Chaos! says Danny. Johnny is sitting in a chair beside the desk and is wearing torn up blue jeans and a shirt for the band 'Bad Brains'
How are all the Johnnyphiliacs out there tonight? asks Johnny to very little fanfare....Johnny signals Viral, who physically threatens the audience, who then proceed to clap wildly.
Well......now that that is out of the way, we'd better get to the staple of our show.......the top 5! Tonight we'll be reading off the Top 5 funniest moments in NLS history! says Danny.
The audience applauds at Virals behest.
Here is number Five! says Danny, a video cues up....
Viral tags in Spyke, who quickly jumps to the top rope. Viral bends Nate over his knee with a backbreaker submission and keeps it locked as Spyke does a somersault double boot stomp onto Nates exposed ribs! VIRAL AND SPYKE HIT THE REJECTION! Viral rolls out of the ring and Spyke hooks Nates leg for a pin!
Wow....looks like the Gaijin Killers got a little more than they bargained for......lets go right into number 4
Johnny raises his fist and releases a loud 'WOO!' as he stands at the feet of AJ. He quickly does a spinning toe hold, grabs his other leg, and falls down while crossing them, locking in a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! Johnny notices Ryan on the ground right beside him, and instead of using his arms for leverage a la Flair, he locks Ryan in a half Nelson, then grabs his hand and pulls it hard across his neck, HE HAS RYAN IN A COBRA CLUTCH!!!! HE HAS BOTH MEN LOCKED IN SUBMISSION MOVES!!!
Nice moves on our young Smartass Submission Machine...our next two moments are tied for the number 3 and 2 spot......we'll just play them in order..... says Danny.
Alright...alright Matt.... I'm gonna give you the choice of a lifetime....Now.....I could lock you in a submission hold right now that would just destroy your arm....and you will tap, and I will enjoy the ever-loving hell out of it.......or....... you could beg.......you could beg me not to hurt you.... and you can tap out to this basic little arm wrench....and you can live to fight another day......so pick...... says Johnny as he cranks the arm wrench harder. Matt just shakes his head and tries to stand, but Johnny just cranks the arm wrench harder.
Oh well, ten points for guts, neg 10 for brains says Johnny as he drops the microphone. He steps over the arm wrench so its between his legs, then quickly snaps that foot back to hit Matt in his face, bringing Matt back first to the Matt as Johnny falls with him, still holding his arm, locking him in the PERFECT ARMBAR!!!
Johnny keeps the Juji-Gatame locked and is cranking his arm hard... The Punk lets out a shout before finally TAPPING OUT. The ref calls for the bell.
Damn......could our little Johnny get anymore mischievious.....why yes he can!
Johnny Chaos grabbed Punks arm and pulled it back just to slam it into the ring post, but Johnny chaos wasn't done yet he pulled Punk's arm against the post lifted the steel chair he brought to the ring and smashed Matt's arm into the ring post with it
*video skips ahead*
The ref called for the bell and Kid Chaos released the hold standing up in victory, he then rolled out of the ring to let Johnny do whatever to his prone opponent. Johnny Chaos rolled into the ring, strapped on the perfect armbar to Punks injured arm yelling you should have begged, you should have begged He let go after security came to the ring but the damage was already done as the camera fades to Black.
Well.....we have one more clip to show...but before we do.....ladies and gentlemen...our first guest hails from Long Island New York.....he is the Viper...Hunter Sullivan!
Danny points to the curtain as the audience busts into forced applause, Hunter moves out from the curtain, radiating a false look of a gentleman. Hunter is dressed in an expensive suit smiling and waving. He walks to his chair, shaking Dannys hand with a slight head nod.
Damn Hunter, you clean up nice.... anyway....first things first....We're finishing up our list of the top five funniest moments in NLS history....and we wanted you out here for this last clip.....
The fans scream in anger as the ref calls the bell, the match is indeed, over. Sullivan doesn’t stay long to celebrate, not wanting to fall victim to the horrifying aftermath that is sure to ensue. Sullivan makes his way up the ramp and turns, smirking at his former opponent. Ice moves to his feet slamming the mat on his way up. Danny smirks as he begins to speak again. “It seems like you’ve done everything that we requested you to, guess we’ll let her g-“ Sullivan is now besides Deamon, he yells at him with a smirk “do it.” With that Danny returns to him a smirk, watching as the victor returns backstage. Danny pulls the microphone to his mouth. “You heard him, do it.” Danny turns and follows Sullivan, Viral suddenly tosses the young girl into the wall. The attack responds a shriek scream, digging into not only the ears of many, but the heart. Ice Rampages out of the ring, charging up the ramp, all leg injuries ignored as he hopes to save the person who means so much to him. Ice soon vanishes to the back, and the Audiences are left with a blank screen, dull echoes of the shriek ringing throughout the arena. Everyone is left in anger, despair, and sadness. They do not know how to respond, as the show fades…to…black.
We come back on Danny who is laughing heartily, Viral has the audience clapping but at the same time looking entirely uncomfortable Sullivan wipes a mocking tear from his eyes, Overselling the situation.
Good times my friend, Oh my, I got a laughing stitch. Where ever have the good days gone? Did you see Ice's face when Viral tossed her against the wall, ABSOLUTELY priceless! says Hunter.
Hang on, I need to see that again...Richie, cue up that scene in Slow motion! says Danny
The scene plays again in painful slow motion, we cut back to Danny cracking up..... Johnny has no reaction but Viral and Spyke start laughing as well
Ouch, that HAD to hurt! Sullivan says, he slaps his knee before noticing Viral in the stands laughing.
Everybody, please give this man a round of applause, Such excellent form and oh so elegant. It couldn't have been done better by any other man. says Hunter. Viral takes a quick bow and the audience applauds him....knowing what happens if they don't.
Wow... anyway.... no one has to worry about Ice anymore....not when Johnny and my boys get through with them....
No Danny.....I want to beat him myself..... says Johnny.
Danny leans in to talk to Hunter He'll learn eventually.... anyway.... so I hear your next big project is a tag match of some sort says Danny.
Yes, your right. I wanted to get my hands on Sparco's skinny little neck before the PPV, so as far as I am concerned, its the perfect chance. There are two other men in this match, Chaos and lords, but I have such faith in your Rejects that I don't even feel them as a factor says Hunter confidently.
As you shouldn't my friend..... when you make a deal with the Devil, the Devil always keeps his word.... as long as you plan on keeping yours... says Danny, an air of seriousness around his last statement.
Danny, you don't need to worry about me not keeping my deal, I'm a trust worthy guy, hah. But no seriously, you don't need to worry about that, everything on my end will be fine. says Hunter.
Good good... have anything to say to your opponents Mr Sullivan? asks Danny.
Yes. I'm a viper, I attack with opportunity, precision, intelligence, and strength. When you get into that ring you need to be aware that I can hit you with a poisonous blow in mere moments. If you wish to beat me, you need to pray to what ever God, spirit, angel, or demon you worship, and ask for some sort of devine intervention says Hunter, there is a bit of a pause.
Well Ladies and Gentlemen, that's all the time we have for tonights show, join me next week when our guests will be Bruce Campbell and a hand puppet that Spyke made, good night everybody says Danny, winking at the camera.
Music plays as we fade out on the desperate audience, clapping to keep from receiving a beating.
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