Post by Chris Hammers on Dec 3, 2006 10:33:33 GMT -5
The first match has just ended as all both men make there way back up the ramp separately as the crowd begin to cheer for one hell of a match that these two men brought with them tonight.
Ray Mano: What a match that was, Jesse.
Jesse Owens: Indeed it was, what a way to kick of tonight’s show.
Ray Mano begins to talk but is cut of straight away with a video clip that begins to play on the stage as every one in the crowd begin to go silent to hear what this is about.
The scene opens up with a man walking around an old neighbourhood in Holywood, NI. He is wearing dirty looking jeans and an indy top of his own design that says “the Irish assassin” Chris Hammers on it. It seems to be run-down. This looks to be where a lot of hoods would live. We continue walking to a more nicer part, but still very run-down. Almost like houses you would live in if your parents were teenagers and worked at McDonalds. Chris stops in front of one house. The roof is mouldy, and the lawn is dead. The windows are boarded up. Chris walks up to the door, which is also boarded up. He turns to the cameraman and begins to talk.
”This is where I used to grow up. Where I had a best friend, a wrestling magazine, and a dream. I used to come up to this door everyday after school, and say to myself no matter how bad it is, it will get better. No matter how bad it looks, I will do what I have to do to get out. I obviously accomplished that much”.
Chris goes back to his car. He grabs a crowbar from the trunk. As Chris looks around he sees a group of teenagers smoking on the sidewalk. Chris gives them a dirty look, knowing that nothing has changed since he was a kid living in the neighbourhood. He walks back up to the door, and prys the boards open. The boards fly of as the cameraman catches that the door is missing. Chris walks in, and flips a switch. There is still electricity, as a light from the ceiling flips on. Chris begins speaking again.
”Who knew this thing still had some juice left in it”.
Chris walks into one of the abandon rooms. Inside we see an empty room, with rats everywhere. There are bloodstains on the rug, amongst other types of stains.
”That's my blood. Whenever I fought, I would come home bloody, but that’s a hell of a lot better than how most of my opponents left”.
Chris walks into another room, which seems to be the kitchen.
”A trip down memory lane. This is where Scott Rave and me fought way back when. Yes, that crazy SOB wanted to fight me in my own damn kitchen. It's where I met my best friend”.
Chris points towards two holes, one about 10 feet away from the other.
”We bashed our heads into there trying to kill each other in that fight. Kind of funny when you think about it now. But that’s not what I wanted to show you”.
In the kitchen, there is a backdoor. Chris steps towards it, and prys the boards on there open. He slips through. It takes a second to get the camera man through, but he does he sees a 20 foot ladder, right next to a small wrestling ring.
”I bought the ring about a year into my wrestling debut. That ladder is where I pull off some of my craziest stunts. Powerbomb people off the top, Hurricanranna, suplexes, 450 flips, frogsplash, you name it, and I have properly done it. You think your crazy, hell wait until you get in the ring with me. You'll see just how much of a high flyer I can be”.
Chris goes around back to the front of his old home. He gets in his car, and looks at the camera for a final time.
“WFWF. Be warned. The Irish Doomsday will be in the arena next week, and that’s where I will make my mark on WFWF, The Irish Doomsday is coming”.
Chris pulls out with his car while the scene fades to black as the WFWF fans begin cheering again as they all await the arrival for James Clark next week.
Ray Mano: Well, that was one way of getting noticed.
Jesse Owens: A boy from Ireland? This just be intresting.
Ray Mano and Jesse Owens begin talking about the next match just before WFWF goes to commercial break.
Ray Mano: What a match that was, Jesse.
Jesse Owens: Indeed it was, what a way to kick of tonight’s show.
Ray Mano begins to talk but is cut of straight away with a video clip that begins to play on the stage as every one in the crowd begin to go silent to hear what this is about.
The scene opens up with a man walking around an old neighbourhood in Holywood, NI. He is wearing dirty looking jeans and an indy top of his own design that says “the Irish assassin” Chris Hammers on it. It seems to be run-down. This looks to be where a lot of hoods would live. We continue walking to a more nicer part, but still very run-down. Almost like houses you would live in if your parents were teenagers and worked at McDonalds. Chris stops in front of one house. The roof is mouldy, and the lawn is dead. The windows are boarded up. Chris walks up to the door, which is also boarded up. He turns to the cameraman and begins to talk.
”This is where I used to grow up. Where I had a best friend, a wrestling magazine, and a dream. I used to come up to this door everyday after school, and say to myself no matter how bad it is, it will get better. No matter how bad it looks, I will do what I have to do to get out. I obviously accomplished that much”.
Chris goes back to his car. He grabs a crowbar from the trunk. As Chris looks around he sees a group of teenagers smoking on the sidewalk. Chris gives them a dirty look, knowing that nothing has changed since he was a kid living in the neighbourhood. He walks back up to the door, and prys the boards open. The boards fly of as the cameraman catches that the door is missing. Chris walks in, and flips a switch. There is still electricity, as a light from the ceiling flips on. Chris begins speaking again.
”Who knew this thing still had some juice left in it”.
Chris walks into one of the abandon rooms. Inside we see an empty room, with rats everywhere. There are bloodstains on the rug, amongst other types of stains.
”That's my blood. Whenever I fought, I would come home bloody, but that’s a hell of a lot better than how most of my opponents left”.
Chris walks into another room, which seems to be the kitchen.
”A trip down memory lane. This is where Scott Rave and me fought way back when. Yes, that crazy SOB wanted to fight me in my own damn kitchen. It's where I met my best friend”.
Chris points towards two holes, one about 10 feet away from the other.
”We bashed our heads into there trying to kill each other in that fight. Kind of funny when you think about it now. But that’s not what I wanted to show you”.
In the kitchen, there is a backdoor. Chris steps towards it, and prys the boards on there open. He slips through. It takes a second to get the camera man through, but he does he sees a 20 foot ladder, right next to a small wrestling ring.
”I bought the ring about a year into my wrestling debut. That ladder is where I pull off some of my craziest stunts. Powerbomb people off the top, Hurricanranna, suplexes, 450 flips, frogsplash, you name it, and I have properly done it. You think your crazy, hell wait until you get in the ring with me. You'll see just how much of a high flyer I can be”.
Chris goes around back to the front of his old home. He gets in his car, and looks at the camera for a final time.
“WFWF. Be warned. The Irish Doomsday will be in the arena next week, and that’s where I will make my mark on WFWF, The Irish Doomsday is coming”.
Chris pulls out with his car while the scene fades to black as the WFWF fans begin cheering again as they all await the arrival for James Clark next week.
Ray Mano: Well, that was one way of getting noticed.
Jesse Owens: A boy from Ireland? This just be intresting.
Ray Mano and Jesse Owens begin talking about the next match just before WFWF goes to commercial break.
[glow=red,2,300]END RP[/glow]
