Post by cureforthesickness on Jun 14, 2006 14:25:01 GMT -5
This is it. I’m the Ham Shank champion. Is that something to be proud of? What the hell is a Ham Shank? Why did I go through the barbed wire massacre to get this title and why should I be proud to hold it? F*ck, this sh*t is worthless. This title is tainted. I don’t want it.
The scene fades into a warehouse. We pan around quickly through the warehouse but not with the usual crispness of WFWF’s mobile camera. The camera is very shaky as we look all around the dusty and broken down building. Windows are shattered and the walls appear ready to be pushed down with the simplest of pushes. The camera does a quick 360 degree turn to show the grinning, albeit bandaged, face of Obo. Far beneath all the bandages we see the demonic smile of Obo. His hair comes down over his face, the ends slightly stained and matted with dried blood. Obo lifts his hands up above his face and looks at them, looks at the bandages and the scarring and the dried blood. This only makes his smile grow. His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store when looking at his own wounded hands. The camera shakes a lot before going completely still with a shot on Obo’s feet. We hear a lot of rustling around in the background, and then the camera goes back up to a high position, this time sitting perfectly still. Obo brushes the hair out of his eyes and begins to speak.
Obo: I’m here. Back where I started. The dirty and dusty warehouse. Had some good times here. But now, I bring a camera with me. Not a camera man, because he would just try to stop what I am prepared to do. I bring a still camera, standard purchase from Walmart. Sitting on a tripod. It’s amazing. Everything goes in circles. But now, when the spiral ends, I come out on top. I beat that illegal immigrant to near death and walked out on top. I pulled the biggest stunt anyone has seen in recent memory when I dove off of that barbed wire cage. But still, I feel unfulfilled. I feel like I am being under rewarded. What did I get? I lost a ton of blood. I had my hands torn to shreds. And what did I get? I got a title that has been disgraced more times than can be counted. This piece of sh*t is worthless..
We hear a quick triple snap and see the WFWF Ham Shank title come into view. Obo looks at the title for a moment with a look of disgust on his face before tossing the title down. The title hits the solid concrete floor and lets out a mighty thud, stirring up a little bit of dust as it slides across the ground of the warehouse.
Obo: Look at it. Laying there. Covered in dirt and spam, just like it should be. That piece of sh*t is worthless. Not worth the gold that it took to create it. Look at the list of nothings that have held this title. That worthless piece of sh*t Josh, who couldn’t handle being owner so he lost the company to a couple of junkies. F*ck Josh. Saku. He’s a joke too. Couldn’t hold his own against me when I was at my weakest. Same for Immune. Or how about the “man” who held the title before me, Okana. Couldn’t handle the pressure of being champion so he walked out of the company. He took his ball and went home, probably to go get his ass shagged by some big black fag.. F*ck Okana. Then you’ve got the biggest joke of them all, Tha CBT. Does the word over rated mean anything to you? I proved Tha CBT to be nothing more than a flash in the pan and when the time to put up or shut up came, he ended up a bloodied and gored mess. F*ck Tha CBT. And Calvin was too much of a p*ssy to even show up. F*ck Calvin. F*ck them all.
Obo goes to where the title lays and reaches into the pocket of his hooded sweat shirt, pulling out a small hammer. Obo lifts the hammer high over his head and brings it crashing down right in the center of the Ham Shank championship, causing the plated gold to shatter. Obo lifts the hammer again and smacks the plate again, this time closer to the top. The hard hammer shot goes right through the plated gold and hits the leather strap, with enough force to leave an indent in the leather.
Obo: F*ck this title. It means nothing to me. I’d pawn it for a six pack of Smirnoff. This belt symbolizes everything I hate about the world and everything I hate about myself. In that cracked gold lies all the hatred I have for the world. All the upper class that has looked down on me and tried to destroy me for years. It symbolizes all of my elders who said I wasn’t big enough to do sh*t. And it symbolizes my own inner battle. It symbolizes the path of the hobo and the path of the self destructive behavior. And there in lies the problem. It is what I hate..
Obo smacks the title once more, busting more gold in the center plate. This shot causes bits of golden dust to fly up, falling into an elegant pattern onto the dusty floor. Obo lifts the remains of the championship belt up and looks at it. Bits of the shattered gold belt hang from the leather.
Obo: This title represents everything I hate. This title represents the past. This title represents that untalented, over rated sack of sh*t ZMaster who became a WFWF legend by being in the right place at the right time. This title represents Johnny Michaels, who Triple H’ed his way to the world title, then when the top tier of the federation was destroyed, he walked away. This title represents all those pieces of sh*t out there that so called “paved the way” for me, by doing absolutely nothing but playing backstage politics. I didn’t get this sh*t by playing politics. I got this sh*t by going out there and getting my flesh torn off of my bones in a barbed wire cage match. I didn’t get here by kissing up to the boss, I got this by WRESTLING! And for that very reason, I do not accept this championship belt..
With this, Obo tosses the former International and current Ham Shank championship down to the ground once more. In it’s current shattered state, large sections of the belt fly off and bounce off the solid concrete. Obo walks into the darkness, leaving the camera behind. When he comes back into view, he has a medium sized leather bag in his hand with a draw string on it.
Obo: Because I refuse to accept such a tainted piece of metal, I went to the trouble of creating my own championship. I don’t give a damn what the two stoners in charge of the company decide to call this title, because this is MY title…
Obo rips open leather bag open and pulls something out, a brand new championship belt. The championship is similar in shape to the original International/Ham Shank championship but that is wear the similarities end. The design of the main center plate features jagged, yet fancy, shards of gold weaved all over the base. The center of the belt features a bold and very shiny X, featuring a crimson paint job over the X itself. Next to the main plate on each side is a much smaller plate that matches up with the curves of the leather belt. The secondary plates are perfectly squared with a light curve as it comes up. The plates have a design of a skull and cross bones. Looking down the strap of the belt further, we see several flags in glittering gold. Four flags sit on each side of the secondary plates, representing eight of the biggest countries in the world.
Obo: This, is my belt. I could care less about the past because the past lays in that broken shattered piece of sh*t that lays on that dusty floor. But the past.. The past comes back to haunt me yet again. Reverend Shadow. Our paths cross again. F*ck. Why won’t you just stay out of my life. You took my tag team championships, you took my chance at winning the New Breed tournament, and now you try to robe all the momentum I have coming out of Scars & Stripes. F*ck you Shadow. You are a f*cking piece of sh*t. You plan on destroying me, but I am already destroyed. My body is filled with stitches following my war at Scars & Stripes to win the championship. You were in a battle royal. Big deal. I did the battle royal too. And even though my body was in pieces and I had chunks of my flesh still attached to the steel cage that hung above the ring, I still nearly won. Shadow, I guess that’s what you don’t understand. Even on my worst day, I am equal to you. You hold two wins over me Shadow, but those two wins don’t mean anything. You beat me and Percy. Big deal, anyone can beat that washed up piece of sh*t. Reverend Shadow. The good book predicts a revolution and a complete devastation. At the first ever Odium, you will feel both of these. You will see the revolution that is the break out stardom of me. And complete devastation will come when I knock your f*cking head off with a Yakuza kick. Because Reverend Shadow, I don’t give a f*ck if you are the number one contender for the world championship, at Odium, you’re my bitch!
Obo looks deep into the camera and this is the final scene we see as the shot cuts out to gray fog.
The scene fades into a warehouse. We pan around quickly through the warehouse but not with the usual crispness of WFWF’s mobile camera. The camera is very shaky as we look all around the dusty and broken down building. Windows are shattered and the walls appear ready to be pushed down with the simplest of pushes. The camera does a quick 360 degree turn to show the grinning, albeit bandaged, face of Obo. Far beneath all the bandages we see the demonic smile of Obo. His hair comes down over his face, the ends slightly stained and matted with dried blood. Obo lifts his hands up above his face and looks at them, looks at the bandages and the scarring and the dried blood. This only makes his smile grow. His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store when looking at his own wounded hands. The camera shakes a lot before going completely still with a shot on Obo’s feet. We hear a lot of rustling around in the background, and then the camera goes back up to a high position, this time sitting perfectly still. Obo brushes the hair out of his eyes and begins to speak.
Obo: I’m here. Back where I started. The dirty and dusty warehouse. Had some good times here. But now, I bring a camera with me. Not a camera man, because he would just try to stop what I am prepared to do. I bring a still camera, standard purchase from Walmart. Sitting on a tripod. It’s amazing. Everything goes in circles. But now, when the spiral ends, I come out on top. I beat that illegal immigrant to near death and walked out on top. I pulled the biggest stunt anyone has seen in recent memory when I dove off of that barbed wire cage. But still, I feel unfulfilled. I feel like I am being under rewarded. What did I get? I lost a ton of blood. I had my hands torn to shreds. And what did I get? I got a title that has been disgraced more times than can be counted. This piece of sh*t is worthless..
We hear a quick triple snap and see the WFWF Ham Shank title come into view. Obo looks at the title for a moment with a look of disgust on his face before tossing the title down. The title hits the solid concrete floor and lets out a mighty thud, stirring up a little bit of dust as it slides across the ground of the warehouse.
Obo: Look at it. Laying there. Covered in dirt and spam, just like it should be. That piece of sh*t is worthless. Not worth the gold that it took to create it. Look at the list of nothings that have held this title. That worthless piece of sh*t Josh, who couldn’t handle being owner so he lost the company to a couple of junkies. F*ck Josh. Saku. He’s a joke too. Couldn’t hold his own against me when I was at my weakest. Same for Immune. Or how about the “man” who held the title before me, Okana. Couldn’t handle the pressure of being champion so he walked out of the company. He took his ball and went home, probably to go get his ass shagged by some big black fag.. F*ck Okana. Then you’ve got the biggest joke of them all, Tha CBT. Does the word over rated mean anything to you? I proved Tha CBT to be nothing more than a flash in the pan and when the time to put up or shut up came, he ended up a bloodied and gored mess. F*ck Tha CBT. And Calvin was too much of a p*ssy to even show up. F*ck Calvin. F*ck them all.
Obo goes to where the title lays and reaches into the pocket of his hooded sweat shirt, pulling out a small hammer. Obo lifts the hammer high over his head and brings it crashing down right in the center of the Ham Shank championship, causing the plated gold to shatter. Obo lifts the hammer again and smacks the plate again, this time closer to the top. The hard hammer shot goes right through the plated gold and hits the leather strap, with enough force to leave an indent in the leather.
Obo: F*ck this title. It means nothing to me. I’d pawn it for a six pack of Smirnoff. This belt symbolizes everything I hate about the world and everything I hate about myself. In that cracked gold lies all the hatred I have for the world. All the upper class that has looked down on me and tried to destroy me for years. It symbolizes all of my elders who said I wasn’t big enough to do sh*t. And it symbolizes my own inner battle. It symbolizes the path of the hobo and the path of the self destructive behavior. And there in lies the problem. It is what I hate..
Obo smacks the title once more, busting more gold in the center plate. This shot causes bits of golden dust to fly up, falling into an elegant pattern onto the dusty floor. Obo lifts the remains of the championship belt up and looks at it. Bits of the shattered gold belt hang from the leather.
Obo: This title represents everything I hate. This title represents the past. This title represents that untalented, over rated sack of sh*t ZMaster who became a WFWF legend by being in the right place at the right time. This title represents Johnny Michaels, who Triple H’ed his way to the world title, then when the top tier of the federation was destroyed, he walked away. This title represents all those pieces of sh*t out there that so called “paved the way” for me, by doing absolutely nothing but playing backstage politics. I didn’t get this sh*t by playing politics. I got this sh*t by going out there and getting my flesh torn off of my bones in a barbed wire cage match. I didn’t get here by kissing up to the boss, I got this by WRESTLING! And for that very reason, I do not accept this championship belt..
With this, Obo tosses the former International and current Ham Shank championship down to the ground once more. In it’s current shattered state, large sections of the belt fly off and bounce off the solid concrete. Obo walks into the darkness, leaving the camera behind. When he comes back into view, he has a medium sized leather bag in his hand with a draw string on it.
Obo: Because I refuse to accept such a tainted piece of metal, I went to the trouble of creating my own championship. I don’t give a damn what the two stoners in charge of the company decide to call this title, because this is MY title…
Obo rips open leather bag open and pulls something out, a brand new championship belt. The championship is similar in shape to the original International/Ham Shank championship but that is wear the similarities end. The design of the main center plate features jagged, yet fancy, shards of gold weaved all over the base. The center of the belt features a bold and very shiny X, featuring a crimson paint job over the X itself. Next to the main plate on each side is a much smaller plate that matches up with the curves of the leather belt. The secondary plates are perfectly squared with a light curve as it comes up. The plates have a design of a skull and cross bones. Looking down the strap of the belt further, we see several flags in glittering gold. Four flags sit on each side of the secondary plates, representing eight of the biggest countries in the world.
Obo: This, is my belt. I could care less about the past because the past lays in that broken shattered piece of sh*t that lays on that dusty floor. But the past.. The past comes back to haunt me yet again. Reverend Shadow. Our paths cross again. F*ck. Why won’t you just stay out of my life. You took my tag team championships, you took my chance at winning the New Breed tournament, and now you try to robe all the momentum I have coming out of Scars & Stripes. F*ck you Shadow. You are a f*cking piece of sh*t. You plan on destroying me, but I am already destroyed. My body is filled with stitches following my war at Scars & Stripes to win the championship. You were in a battle royal. Big deal. I did the battle royal too. And even though my body was in pieces and I had chunks of my flesh still attached to the steel cage that hung above the ring, I still nearly won. Shadow, I guess that’s what you don’t understand. Even on my worst day, I am equal to you. You hold two wins over me Shadow, but those two wins don’t mean anything. You beat me and Percy. Big deal, anyone can beat that washed up piece of sh*t. Reverend Shadow. The good book predicts a revolution and a complete devastation. At the first ever Odium, you will feel both of these. You will see the revolution that is the break out stardom of me. And complete devastation will come when I knock your f*cking head off with a Yakuza kick. Because Reverend Shadow, I don’t give a f*ck if you are the number one contender for the world championship, at Odium, you’re my bitch!
Obo looks deep into the camera and this is the final scene we see as the shot cuts out to gray fog.
the description was well written and the dialogue was fantastic. best of luck in your match against ^
Obo seems now to be very much like Drakz about a year ago only with more swearing 
