Post by Master of Destruction on Sept 5, 2006 15:34:00 GMT -5
The fans are just about all in the arena, with a few stragglers still coming. Suddenly the familiar tune of “Bang Bang You’re Dead” by Dirty Pretty Things hits. The fans get to their feet, having not expected Master of Destruction until later. He walks to the ring, in his ring gear not looking particularly motivated. He climbs in the ring and then receives a microphone from ringside, not bothering to pose or react in general.
“Do me a favour and shut up. And this isn’t me clambering for cheap heat, I do not need to do that. I have a headache, I am pissed off and in general I just do not want to be here. Superbrawl happened. And later there will be an autopsy and I will get down to dealing with that later. And later, I will deal with Alex Sean and the Anointed. But that’s storyline stuff. What, did I speak out of tune, out of ‘character’? Well my motto is ‘if it aint on television then it just didn’t happen’. What I am trying to say is this tonight I am booked against Obo. Now this match has some sort of gimmick to it. Don’t ask me what it is…as if I care. If it’s anything like Obo’s usual WFWF efforts he is probably going to end up falling from a high place and getting his head slashed open and I am probably gonna have to bleed too. If I know the authority here in WFWF like I think I do, this means that I am probably going to end up losing to the ‘king of the house show’. And what is that all about Obo? Like I just said, it didn’t happen if it isn’t on TV. Obo, if that is your real name, tonight I am going to come out here and probably be booed, which is fine. I will walk to the ring like I always do and the only possible moment of excitement will be me trying to decide whether or not to pose on two turnbuckles or whether I should push the boat out and go for all four. What I am trying to put out Obo is that I am sick and tired. I am tired of being held back while people like you take critical acclaim. So I get into the hall of fame? Great, my name goes on a list. Big deal, the fact is I am just another name in this company. I should be in the main event, and I don’t mean on a house show which is an excuse for the company to keep the crappy towns happy without having to spend a lot of money. I could have sold of SuperBrawl twice over but I was put in a tag match, which I guess is fair enough but the fact that the majority in this company considered the match a one off match for the “old timers”. Heh I wouldn’t consider myself and old timer, that makes me sound old, washed up. Tonight I will get through our match Obo. I will get through the match, go back on the road and prepare for the next Odium where once again I will have to insult the audience, and play the game. I will have to do what I am told, be directed. And you know when it comes down to it I will do exactly what I am told, I will be a sheep for the simple, plain fact that I get paid a crap load to do it. And in the end my friends that is what the world comes down to. My reputation does not matter because as long as I can call a million dollar mansion my home and drive around in the best quality cars then quite frankly, I just don’t give a damn. Oh yeah and I probably should end this with a catchphrase. So umm…how about yeah…tonight, I will not beat you…(I probably won’t) but I will destroy you…yeah…that about does it for tonight.”
Master of Destruction drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring, leaving at a quick, but steady pace. The crowd are looking forward to the main event but are slightly taken aback with the previous promo.
“Do me a favour and shut up. And this isn’t me clambering for cheap heat, I do not need to do that. I have a headache, I am pissed off and in general I just do not want to be here. Superbrawl happened. And later there will be an autopsy and I will get down to dealing with that later. And later, I will deal with Alex Sean and the Anointed. But that’s storyline stuff. What, did I speak out of tune, out of ‘character’? Well my motto is ‘if it aint on television then it just didn’t happen’. What I am trying to say is this tonight I am booked against Obo. Now this match has some sort of gimmick to it. Don’t ask me what it is…as if I care. If it’s anything like Obo’s usual WFWF efforts he is probably going to end up falling from a high place and getting his head slashed open and I am probably gonna have to bleed too. If I know the authority here in WFWF like I think I do, this means that I am probably going to end up losing to the ‘king of the house show’. And what is that all about Obo? Like I just said, it didn’t happen if it isn’t on TV. Obo, if that is your real name, tonight I am going to come out here and probably be booed, which is fine. I will walk to the ring like I always do and the only possible moment of excitement will be me trying to decide whether or not to pose on two turnbuckles or whether I should push the boat out and go for all four. What I am trying to put out Obo is that I am sick and tired. I am tired of being held back while people like you take critical acclaim. So I get into the hall of fame? Great, my name goes on a list. Big deal, the fact is I am just another name in this company. I should be in the main event, and I don’t mean on a house show which is an excuse for the company to keep the crappy towns happy without having to spend a lot of money. I could have sold of SuperBrawl twice over but I was put in a tag match, which I guess is fair enough but the fact that the majority in this company considered the match a one off match for the “old timers”. Heh I wouldn’t consider myself and old timer, that makes me sound old, washed up. Tonight I will get through our match Obo. I will get through the match, go back on the road and prepare for the next Odium where once again I will have to insult the audience, and play the game. I will have to do what I am told, be directed. And you know when it comes down to it I will do exactly what I am told, I will be a sheep for the simple, plain fact that I get paid a crap load to do it. And in the end my friends that is what the world comes down to. My reputation does not matter because as long as I can call a million dollar mansion my home and drive around in the best quality cars then quite frankly, I just don’t give a damn. Oh yeah and I probably should end this with a catchphrase. So umm…how about yeah…tonight, I will not beat you…(I probably won’t) but I will destroy you…yeah…that about does it for tonight.”
Master of Destruction drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring, leaving at a quick, but steady pace. The crowd are looking forward to the main event but are slightly taken aback with the previous promo.
OOC: Yeah, not great...probably not even good but I enjoyed writing it and I think it was good for less than an hours work. The reason it isn't great is because I didn't realise how close this show was gonna be to Odium and time is pushed and all that. The premise of this RP is that MOD is pissed about losing at SB so goes on a worked/shoot rant thing. It isn't really a shoot so don't take offence.
