Post by electricenigma on Oct 7, 2006 19:11:23 GMT -5
The sounds of birds chirping and squirrels scurrying all over the place are heard as the camera fades in, panning around until it came to a halt, showing a retirement home. A few old folks were sitting in rocking chairs on the front porch, some of them just idly chatting while others were sewing or something else to occupy themselves. A chuckle was heard after the camera had sat still for about five seconds, the camera quickly snapping around to show none other than Pohatu standing there, casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple red t-shirt. His thumbs were hooked through the belt hoops on his jeans, but the way he was standing clearly indicated full confidence in himself. The blue eyes of the Electric Enigma flicked to look at the retirement home once more before looking the camera again, one of his trademark grins popping onto his face.
Pohatu: You know, most people thought that I went to one of these when I retired at the beginning of the summer. They thought that I was done, that my body was beaten and broken...completely and utterly useless. I'll admit, the beating I took in my final match in another federation was bad...but my heart, my mind, absolutely refused to give up. Now here I am, looking to get re-involved in another wrestling federation...and I'm being put up against some guy who definitely should be in that retirement home that I'm standing in front of now.
A sigh escaped the lips of the Electric Phenomenon as he untangled his thumbs from the belt hoops, rolling out his shoulders a bit. Pohatu crossed his arms across his chest, squinting his eyes just a bit as he refocused them on the camera lens.
Pohatu: Master of Destruction walks around in the back area with a 'been there, done that' attitude. If you've done everything, MoD, then why is it that you insist on polluting the WFWF with your prescence? If you've done everything that's possible to do in this federation, then why have you not gone into full retirement already? Exactly...you haven't done everything that can be done. You haven't held that World title belt that everyone and their grandmother wants to hold in the WFWF. You've held the other titles...but did you make a legend out of yourself with those titles? No, you didn't. Did you make yourself a legend because of how good you are with talking? No, you didn't. I've been able to do both of those things. With a title I've held, I was able to make myself a legend. With my skills in relation to talking, I was able to make myself a legend in many a federation. Now...I've come here in order to not only add more belts to my history, but also to take out the garbage that has polluted this federation.
With a look of absolute distaste, Pohatu turned his head from the camera and spat, the saliva traveling a solid five feet before finally entangling itself into the browning grass. The light heavyweight brought his gaze back around to the camera, his blue eyes still squinted ever so slightly.
Pohatu: You are the first piece of garbage that has been thrown at me, MoD, and I plan on throwing you to the curb quicker than a bad owner throws a wounded dog to the curb. I'm not going to let your kind of cockiness ruin what is viewed as a good wrestling federation by most people. This place is where rookies gain the skills, abilities and confidence that they need to survive and succeed in other wrestling federations around the world.
Stepping away from the camera for a moment, the young man raised a hand up, running it through his slightly shaggy, dark brown hair. Bringing his hand forward, Pohatu held it in the form of a fist for a short time before sighing and allowing it to drop to his side, allowing his blue eyes to again lock onto the camera lens.
Pohatu: Being the protector of the underdog used to be something that was considered good in the olden days, but now very few people actually look up to those that attempt to be heroes. Most people will view me as being old fashioned, but I will continue to be that hero, sticking up for that little guy who can't quite the job done himself. I will take out all the bullies who try to put themselves above others, the bullies who talk big and look big...but then can't back it up in the least bit. Those jerks who put their heads in the clouds, but aren't even original enough to make their own finisher. Master of Destruction is a good example of this, what with his finisher being a direct rip off of the Michinoku Driver. Do you have any idea how many people have used that as their finisher since it was created, MoD? Do you know how easy it would be to add a slight alteration to it and make it all your own? You are not the top of the federation, MoD. You. Are. LAZY!
With the past bit, Pohatu had raised his hand to jab his finger at the camera lens with each word, emphasizing the importance of it. Lowering the hand back down, the light heavyweight slowly regained his composure, slipping his thumbs into the belt loops again. The Electric Enigma rolled his neck aout slowly, closing his eyes briefly, obviously relaxing and gathering his thoughts. After reopening his eyes, Pohatu untangled one thumb from a belt loop and reached behind him with that hand. A few seconds later, he pulled out the hand, revealing a piece of paper, which he unfolded with the same hand, holding it up a few seconds later to reveal it was a copy of Master of Destruction's profile, directly from the WFWF website. With a grin, Pohatu brought it back around to look at it himself, his eyes flicking over it a little bit before being raised back up to the camera lens again, a causl look sliding onto his face.
Pohatu: You know, there is nothing special about Master of Destruction, at all. He's a typical light heavyweight. Not one of his abilities really seems to stick more from the other. He's balanced...and while that might be good against other people, that puts him at a serious disadvantage with me. When he tries to brawl with me, I'll fly right between his strikes and take him to the ground. MoD tries to power me over with some move...again, I'll simply just leap right out of it and probably kick him in the butt or in the back of the head as punishment for thinking he could do that to me. I'm too quick for most people to even touch, let alone defeat. There's a reason that I was given the nickname of the Electric Phenomenon. I'm the only one to be absolutely lightning quick in the ring, able to avoid the things that would cause most people to be weakened enough to lose. I am the Enigma of this federation now, the Phenomenon that noone can comprehend. You want to beat me, MoD? That's too bad...you don't have the ability to do it. The only person who probably does is Kyzer himself, and even then, that pot head is at a considerable disadvantange due to the fact that he has been destroying his body for so long with those foreign substances. I am an all natural athlete. I am so freaking natural that I don't even have a single immunization against me that all children were to recieve when they were born. I got sick less than any other child in my years in school, and now I stand here for all of these fans...as the one that represents a generation gone from this earth. I am the one source of truth and justice. I am the last freedom fighter, and as such, I will do everything I can to protect this federation.
Pohatu's eyes had gone wide as he progressed with his speech, his face also getting closer to the camera. With a suddenness that caused the camera man to jump, the light heavyweight suddenly jerked his head back, his eyes blinking a couple of times as he clearly realized that he had lost control of himself for that speech. The superstar took a step back, squatting down in the lawn and putting one hand down in front of him to keep himself balanced, his fingers lightly digging into the grass. After about ten seconds more of silence from the light heavyweight, he raised his head back up, his eyes locking to the camera lens again.
Pohatu: Many people have tried to label me as just some run of the mill face, but I proved each and every one of them wrong when I beat them in the ring, whether it be by pin or submission. I was the one to twist away from the labels that people attempted to put on me and create new nicknames to be remembered by, instead. I left such an impression in some federations that even their newest rookies look to my past matches. I've become what most people always dream of becoming...and that's a legend that will be remembered in every federation I've been in, even if it's an indy federation. In the WFWF, I now have to raise myself up to that status again...and prove myself to everyone again. It's me against everyone here, I have no allies....
Just as he said that last part, a ringing in the familiar style of 'Eye of the Tiger' was heard, though it was in the form of a cell phone's ring tone. Blinking in clear surprise, Pohatu dug into his back pocket and pulled out a cell phone, checking the front display before flipping it open, placing it to his ear and turning slightly away from the camera. Murmuring quietly, a look of even greater surprise came onto Pohatu's face before he quickly signed off from the phone, stuffing it into his back pocket again and standing up. Another one of his grins was on his face as he stood up, the light heavyweight raising his hands up and interlacing the fingers, placing the hands behind his head.
Pohatu: That last statement of mine? Forget I ever said it, because it is now false. Not a bad thing, really, being false and all, especially in this instance. My partner's debut is going to be at the upcoming show, just like myself...and I know that if things start to look dirty, he will come to my aid. Master of Destruction, when I put a shock to your system, I hope your ready for it. Because otherwise....
I'LL PUT A SHOCK TO YOUR SYSTEM!
Pohatu put his face close to the camera, making it to that the only thing that was seen was one of his blue eyes. No sound was heard as we slowly faded...to...black.
Pohatu: You know, most people thought that I went to one of these when I retired at the beginning of the summer. They thought that I was done, that my body was beaten and broken...completely and utterly useless. I'll admit, the beating I took in my final match in another federation was bad...but my heart, my mind, absolutely refused to give up. Now here I am, looking to get re-involved in another wrestling federation...and I'm being put up against some guy who definitely should be in that retirement home that I'm standing in front of now.
A sigh escaped the lips of the Electric Phenomenon as he untangled his thumbs from the belt hoops, rolling out his shoulders a bit. Pohatu crossed his arms across his chest, squinting his eyes just a bit as he refocused them on the camera lens.
Pohatu: Master of Destruction walks around in the back area with a 'been there, done that' attitude. If you've done everything, MoD, then why is it that you insist on polluting the WFWF with your prescence? If you've done everything that's possible to do in this federation, then why have you not gone into full retirement already? Exactly...you haven't done everything that can be done. You haven't held that World title belt that everyone and their grandmother wants to hold in the WFWF. You've held the other titles...but did you make a legend out of yourself with those titles? No, you didn't. Did you make yourself a legend because of how good you are with talking? No, you didn't. I've been able to do both of those things. With a title I've held, I was able to make myself a legend. With my skills in relation to talking, I was able to make myself a legend in many a federation. Now...I've come here in order to not only add more belts to my history, but also to take out the garbage that has polluted this federation.
With a look of absolute distaste, Pohatu turned his head from the camera and spat, the saliva traveling a solid five feet before finally entangling itself into the browning grass. The light heavyweight brought his gaze back around to the camera, his blue eyes still squinted ever so slightly.
Pohatu: You are the first piece of garbage that has been thrown at me, MoD, and I plan on throwing you to the curb quicker than a bad owner throws a wounded dog to the curb. I'm not going to let your kind of cockiness ruin what is viewed as a good wrestling federation by most people. This place is where rookies gain the skills, abilities and confidence that they need to survive and succeed in other wrestling federations around the world.
Stepping away from the camera for a moment, the young man raised a hand up, running it through his slightly shaggy, dark brown hair. Bringing his hand forward, Pohatu held it in the form of a fist for a short time before sighing and allowing it to drop to his side, allowing his blue eyes to again lock onto the camera lens.
Pohatu: Being the protector of the underdog used to be something that was considered good in the olden days, but now very few people actually look up to those that attempt to be heroes. Most people will view me as being old fashioned, but I will continue to be that hero, sticking up for that little guy who can't quite the job done himself. I will take out all the bullies who try to put themselves above others, the bullies who talk big and look big...but then can't back it up in the least bit. Those jerks who put their heads in the clouds, but aren't even original enough to make their own finisher. Master of Destruction is a good example of this, what with his finisher being a direct rip off of the Michinoku Driver. Do you have any idea how many people have used that as their finisher since it was created, MoD? Do you know how easy it would be to add a slight alteration to it and make it all your own? You are not the top of the federation, MoD. You. Are. LAZY!
With the past bit, Pohatu had raised his hand to jab his finger at the camera lens with each word, emphasizing the importance of it. Lowering the hand back down, the light heavyweight slowly regained his composure, slipping his thumbs into the belt loops again. The Electric Enigma rolled his neck aout slowly, closing his eyes briefly, obviously relaxing and gathering his thoughts. After reopening his eyes, Pohatu untangled one thumb from a belt loop and reached behind him with that hand. A few seconds later, he pulled out the hand, revealing a piece of paper, which he unfolded with the same hand, holding it up a few seconds later to reveal it was a copy of Master of Destruction's profile, directly from the WFWF website. With a grin, Pohatu brought it back around to look at it himself, his eyes flicking over it a little bit before being raised back up to the camera lens again, a causl look sliding onto his face.
Pohatu: You know, there is nothing special about Master of Destruction, at all. He's a typical light heavyweight. Not one of his abilities really seems to stick more from the other. He's balanced...and while that might be good against other people, that puts him at a serious disadvantage with me. When he tries to brawl with me, I'll fly right between his strikes and take him to the ground. MoD tries to power me over with some move...again, I'll simply just leap right out of it and probably kick him in the butt or in the back of the head as punishment for thinking he could do that to me. I'm too quick for most people to even touch, let alone defeat. There's a reason that I was given the nickname of the Electric Phenomenon. I'm the only one to be absolutely lightning quick in the ring, able to avoid the things that would cause most people to be weakened enough to lose. I am the Enigma of this federation now, the Phenomenon that noone can comprehend. You want to beat me, MoD? That's too bad...you don't have the ability to do it. The only person who probably does is Kyzer himself, and even then, that pot head is at a considerable disadvantange due to the fact that he has been destroying his body for so long with those foreign substances. I am an all natural athlete. I am so freaking natural that I don't even have a single immunization against me that all children were to recieve when they were born. I got sick less than any other child in my years in school, and now I stand here for all of these fans...as the one that represents a generation gone from this earth. I am the one source of truth and justice. I am the last freedom fighter, and as such, I will do everything I can to protect this federation.
Pohatu's eyes had gone wide as he progressed with his speech, his face also getting closer to the camera. With a suddenness that caused the camera man to jump, the light heavyweight suddenly jerked his head back, his eyes blinking a couple of times as he clearly realized that he had lost control of himself for that speech. The superstar took a step back, squatting down in the lawn and putting one hand down in front of him to keep himself balanced, his fingers lightly digging into the grass. After about ten seconds more of silence from the light heavyweight, he raised his head back up, his eyes locking to the camera lens again.
Pohatu: Many people have tried to label me as just some run of the mill face, but I proved each and every one of them wrong when I beat them in the ring, whether it be by pin or submission. I was the one to twist away from the labels that people attempted to put on me and create new nicknames to be remembered by, instead. I left such an impression in some federations that even their newest rookies look to my past matches. I've become what most people always dream of becoming...and that's a legend that will be remembered in every federation I've been in, even if it's an indy federation. In the WFWF, I now have to raise myself up to that status again...and prove myself to everyone again. It's me against everyone here, I have no allies....
Just as he said that last part, a ringing in the familiar style of 'Eye of the Tiger' was heard, though it was in the form of a cell phone's ring tone. Blinking in clear surprise, Pohatu dug into his back pocket and pulled out a cell phone, checking the front display before flipping it open, placing it to his ear and turning slightly away from the camera. Murmuring quietly, a look of even greater surprise came onto Pohatu's face before he quickly signed off from the phone, stuffing it into his back pocket again and standing up. Another one of his grins was on his face as he stood up, the light heavyweight raising his hands up and interlacing the fingers, placing the hands behind his head.
Pohatu: That last statement of mine? Forget I ever said it, because it is now false. Not a bad thing, really, being false and all, especially in this instance. My partner's debut is going to be at the upcoming show, just like myself...and I know that if things start to look dirty, he will come to my aid. Master of Destruction, when I put a shock to your system, I hope your ready for it. Because otherwise....
I'LL PUT A SHOCK TO YOUR SYSTEM!
Pohatu put his face close to the camera, making it to that the only thing that was seen was one of his blue eyes. No sound was heard as we slowly faded...to...black.
OOC: Not my best, by my own standards, but I hope it'll do....
