Se7en
12-05-2001, 04:49 PM
:: As the RFW comes back from commercial, the Fez-o-Tron lights up with a single digit - the number zero. As his music plays, Zero walks out, the mysterious masked man by his side. They move towards the ring and enter it, where Zero grabs the microphone from the ring announcer. A scowl appears upon his face, and his forehead is heavily bandaged. The masked man stands just to the side of him, his arms crossed, silent as always. ::
Zero: You know, the longer I am here in the RFW, the more I am coming to a disturbing realization - no one in this company sees my vision for this promotion.
:: The crowd automatically begins to boo quietly. ::
Zero: No one except this man right here. [Zero pointed at the masked man beside him.] He alone understands my point of view. But to all of you who want to know who he is - forget it. You'll know when we want you to know.
I arrived in this promotion as a celebrated athlete. An individual, a wrestler mind you, who has had success in every other company that I have ever been affiliated with. And I obtained all of that success as a professional wrestler. Note that word - "wrestler"! Not as some sort of "sports entertainer". I came out to the ring, and I put on a hell of a good match each and every time out, and I did it while not only showcasing my own skills, but by forcing my opponent to step up their own game. But every since I've come to this federation, I've been nothing but disgusted. I've seen grown men dressed in ridiculous costumes like they were going out for Halloween. I've seen athletes disgrace themselves by acting like fools, instead of the talented professionals they are supposed to be. I've wanted to have a true, outstanding *wrestling* match with RFW competitors. And what have I gotten so far? A joke match at the last event.
A hardcore match! A match that saw the O.I.C. abuse me - ME! - with every weapon conceivable! I was battered with 2x4s, I was choked with electrical cords.....the man even drove staples straight into my skull, forcing me to get multiple stitches!
::At this, the crowd begins to cheer loudly! ::
Zero: That's right, cheer. Show your ignorance. I bet you all enjoyed seeing me, a true champion in this business if ever there was one, have to compete in a garbage match! Well, I suppose I had the last laugh, didn't I? Because in the end, I was still triumphant. At the end of the day, it was my hand being raised in victory. Because the truth is, there isn't a damn person in that locker room that can defeat me in one-on-one competition. Even when I deigned to fight in a hardcore match, I still came out on top.
Now I have a match with someone named, "The Reaper". Heh. Do you people not see what I am talking about? Are you just too ignorant or mindless to understand the crap that is being fed to you? All I ask for is real competition, and what I get is some joker named `the Reaper'!
:: The crowd stars to boo much louder this time...::
Yes! YES! Boo me! Curse me! Scream out my name in hatred, gnash your teeth with anger! I've come to a simple conclusion - the only reason that CRAP like this is infecting the wrestling business is because of YOU! You're the ones paying to see this....this travesty. You idiot fans, who would not know what real wrestling was if it was right in front of your face! But it IS in front of your face, and you're looking at it. You're looking at wrestling perfection, and yet you want me to waste my talents against opponents who have sold their soul and their respect. I WON'T ALLOW IT. I WILL change this business, and there is no chance in hell that YOU people will stop me! I will face the Reaper this Sunday, and I swear to you, I will defeat him in battle. I will systematically eliminate every foe in front of me because once I hold that RFW belt above my head in victory - then you ingrates will see a true change. I will shape this company - and eventually this business - to my own liking!
We are facing the dawning of a new age - a new Reformation! We are about to
Zero: You know, the longer I am here in the RFW, the more I am coming to a disturbing realization - no one in this company sees my vision for this promotion.
:: The crowd automatically begins to boo quietly. ::
Zero: No one except this man right here. [Zero pointed at the masked man beside him.] He alone understands my point of view. But to all of you who want to know who he is - forget it. You'll know when we want you to know.
I arrived in this promotion as a celebrated athlete. An individual, a wrestler mind you, who has had success in every other company that I have ever been affiliated with. And I obtained all of that success as a professional wrestler. Note that word - "wrestler"! Not as some sort of "sports entertainer". I came out to the ring, and I put on a hell of a good match each and every time out, and I did it while not only showcasing my own skills, but by forcing my opponent to step up their own game. But every since I've come to this federation, I've been nothing but disgusted. I've seen grown men dressed in ridiculous costumes like they were going out for Halloween. I've seen athletes disgrace themselves by acting like fools, instead of the talented professionals they are supposed to be. I've wanted to have a true, outstanding *wrestling* match with RFW competitors. And what have I gotten so far? A joke match at the last event.
A hardcore match! A match that saw the O.I.C. abuse me - ME! - with every weapon conceivable! I was battered with 2x4s, I was choked with electrical cords.....the man even drove staples straight into my skull, forcing me to get multiple stitches!
::At this, the crowd begins to cheer loudly! ::
Zero: That's right, cheer. Show your ignorance. I bet you all enjoyed seeing me, a true champion in this business if ever there was one, have to compete in a garbage match! Well, I suppose I had the last laugh, didn't I? Because in the end, I was still triumphant. At the end of the day, it was my hand being raised in victory. Because the truth is, there isn't a damn person in that locker room that can defeat me in one-on-one competition. Even when I deigned to fight in a hardcore match, I still came out on top.
Now I have a match with someone named, "The Reaper". Heh. Do you people not see what I am talking about? Are you just too ignorant or mindless to understand the crap that is being fed to you? All I ask for is real competition, and what I get is some joker named `the Reaper'!
:: The crowd stars to boo much louder this time...::
Yes! YES! Boo me! Curse me! Scream out my name in hatred, gnash your teeth with anger! I've come to a simple conclusion - the only reason that CRAP like this is infecting the wrestling business is because of YOU! You're the ones paying to see this....this travesty. You idiot fans, who would not know what real wrestling was if it was right in front of your face! But it IS in front of your face, and you're looking at it. You're looking at wrestling perfection, and yet you want me to waste my talents against opponents who have sold their soul and their respect. I WON'T ALLOW IT. I WILL change this business, and there is no chance in hell that YOU people will stop me! I will face the Reaper this Sunday, and I swear to you, I will defeat him in battle. I will systematically eliminate every foe in front of me because once I hold that RFW belt above my head in victory - then you ingrates will see a true change. I will shape this company - and eventually this business - to my own liking!
We are facing the dawning of a new age - a new Reformation! We are about to