Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Jun 28, 2009 0:12:45 GMT -5
They wanted talking, they wanted hype, they wanted me to sell the show as usual, and as usual that is what I’ve gotta do. No alternate solution exists there’s one possible method that this industry uses and has always used to sell tickets and that is the trash talking. People love to talk almost as much as these fans seem to love to listen, when they’ve got nothing to discuss, they listen to us God-like individuals preach to them, and whether they love or hate us they enjoy it, openly or even subconsciously. My job is in short to give the people something to talk about, people always need something, and I can always give it to them usually it’s easy this time things were a little more complicated, almost difficult.
“Listen closely for one final analogy, I’m sure you think you’ve heard them all from my opponent this evening but there is one more I feel obligated to preach…”
*The scene has opened now, Gimmick looks to the camera his usually arrogant eyes now telling the story only of bitterness. He stands in an indefinable backstage area, suit clad, hair slicked back, looking as though he is heading out to dinner rather than a wrestling ring.*
“Julius Caesar was a marvelous individual he accomplished things in his life time that we as slaves to today’s modernized society, are unable to even dream of. Alas, when his time was nearing its end he visited the monument of one Alexander the Great, when he arrived Caesar wept merely at the site of Alexander’s monument. The greatest emperor Rome had ever seen broke down in the presence of Alexander, upon the self realization that when juxtaposed with the Greek conqueror that he had accomplished nothing.”
*The intense glare of Gimmick breaks from the camera and he finds his deep eyes wandering around the backstage floor, possibly following something, or perhaps merely serving as an excuse for Jimmy Gimmick to avoid looking to the camera which watches him.*
“I’m not necessarily what one would describe as an open man, sure I talk fast and frequently, but I never really divulge the details about myself, I will let you all in on a little secret however, my singular fear is irrelevancy. The one outcome of my career I could not bare would be too weep at the site of an others accomplishments, I do not want to be overwhelmed, or overshadowed, I want to be remembered. I need to be remembered.”
*The longing in Gimmick’s voice reveals the emotions his evasive eyes sought to repress from the camera.*
“Now the man who stands across the ring from me tonight….Alexander ‘The Great’ Parise, my own apprentice, who prior to tonight followed in my footsteps and following tonight he will continue to do so. Parise’s learned a lot but to make sure I distinguish myself from the old ‘I taught him everything I knew’ cliché, I didn’t. Sure Parise has won the Intercontinental Championship, he has been all but unstoppable, but now you’re playing with the big boys.”
*A flash of the reassuring and predictable Gimmick arrogance shines on the camera for only a moment, before he resumes his frantic eye movements across the likely spotless floor.*
“Keep you’re toy belt in the closet, forget the aid of your mentor, because tonight you’re going to be thrown into a path of destruction, you’re going to face the true trials that this industry can put you through, and you’re going to be undergoing them alone.”
*The fans had watched on with an absence of sound nearly resembling silence, torn between there immense dislike towards each member of Original Sin, however, curious as to what is being spoken.*
“Last week I spoke of the resilience of the Requiem Empire, built by myself and my opponent tonight. I spoke of Commodus and his inability to rule the Roman empire in place of his father, you see Parise what I failed to mention is that I am in the role of Marcus Aurelius, leaving you as the incompetent and incapable Commodus. You are not ready to succeed me, you aren’t capable of taking the place of the most entertaining man in FCW, and further I won’t allow it.”
*Finally Gimmick is able to face the camera once more, his cold eyes masking all but the most hollow emotions.*
“All the stories have been told, all the tales have been presented, and now all that is left is for Jimmy Gimmick to craft a new one. The time of words and speeches is at its end, the conflict which will silence the whispers is about to begin. Parise you’ve had your chance to dance amongst the superstars, to share in the spotlight, but I will let you know one thing now: not even ‘Alexander the Great’ lived forever.”
*The final words of Gimmick are icy enough to send a chill down the spine, and as quickly as his address had began it cuts to black.*
(End of RP)
“Listen closely for one final analogy, I’m sure you think you’ve heard them all from my opponent this evening but there is one more I feel obligated to preach…”
*The scene has opened now, Gimmick looks to the camera his usually arrogant eyes now telling the story only of bitterness. He stands in an indefinable backstage area, suit clad, hair slicked back, looking as though he is heading out to dinner rather than a wrestling ring.*
“Julius Caesar was a marvelous individual he accomplished things in his life time that we as slaves to today’s modernized society, are unable to even dream of. Alas, when his time was nearing its end he visited the monument of one Alexander the Great, when he arrived Caesar wept merely at the site of Alexander’s monument. The greatest emperor Rome had ever seen broke down in the presence of Alexander, upon the self realization that when juxtaposed with the Greek conqueror that he had accomplished nothing.”
*The intense glare of Gimmick breaks from the camera and he finds his deep eyes wandering around the backstage floor, possibly following something, or perhaps merely serving as an excuse for Jimmy Gimmick to avoid looking to the camera which watches him.*
“I’m not necessarily what one would describe as an open man, sure I talk fast and frequently, but I never really divulge the details about myself, I will let you all in on a little secret however, my singular fear is irrelevancy. The one outcome of my career I could not bare would be too weep at the site of an others accomplishments, I do not want to be overwhelmed, or overshadowed, I want to be remembered. I need to be remembered.”
*The longing in Gimmick’s voice reveals the emotions his evasive eyes sought to repress from the camera.*
“Now the man who stands across the ring from me tonight….Alexander ‘The Great’ Parise, my own apprentice, who prior to tonight followed in my footsteps and following tonight he will continue to do so. Parise’s learned a lot but to make sure I distinguish myself from the old ‘I taught him everything I knew’ cliché, I didn’t. Sure Parise has won the Intercontinental Championship, he has been all but unstoppable, but now you’re playing with the big boys.”
*A flash of the reassuring and predictable Gimmick arrogance shines on the camera for only a moment, before he resumes his frantic eye movements across the likely spotless floor.*
“Keep you’re toy belt in the closet, forget the aid of your mentor, because tonight you’re going to be thrown into a path of destruction, you’re going to face the true trials that this industry can put you through, and you’re going to be undergoing them alone.”
*The fans had watched on with an absence of sound nearly resembling silence, torn between there immense dislike towards each member of Original Sin, however, curious as to what is being spoken.*
“Last week I spoke of the resilience of the Requiem Empire, built by myself and my opponent tonight. I spoke of Commodus and his inability to rule the Roman empire in place of his father, you see Parise what I failed to mention is that I am in the role of Marcus Aurelius, leaving you as the incompetent and incapable Commodus. You are not ready to succeed me, you aren’t capable of taking the place of the most entertaining man in FCW, and further I won’t allow it.”
*Finally Gimmick is able to face the camera once more, his cold eyes masking all but the most hollow emotions.*
“All the stories have been told, all the tales have been presented, and now all that is left is for Jimmy Gimmick to craft a new one. The time of words and speeches is at its end, the conflict which will silence the whispers is about to begin. Parise you’ve had your chance to dance amongst the superstars, to share in the spotlight, but I will let you know one thing now: not even ‘Alexander the Great’ lived forever.”
*The final words of Gimmick are icy enough to send a chill down the spine, and as quickly as his address had began it cuts to black.*
(End of RP)
