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Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Jun 14, 2009 11:51:46 GMT -5
Interlude continued: Darkest Hour *Requiem fades in from commercials and the camera pans over the screaming capacity crowd to the announce table sitting Tazz and Michael Cole.* Michael Cole: Welcome back to Full Contact Wrestling’s first broadcast of Requiem and what a night it is going to be! Tazz: You got that right we’ve got the number one superstars of FCW in action tonight and to top it all off the Television champion is going to be named. *Suddenly the lights dim and the titantron lights up with a contrasting green glow accompanied by the P.A. blaring of Original Sin’s entrance theme.* *Booing instantly arises from the fans who have grown all too familiar with The Offspring provided theme song. After a moment a green spot light illuminates the stage and two unmistakable silhouettes emerge.* Michael Cole: What could these two want? Tazz: Cole I think the better question is: to what do we owe this pleasure? *As they make their way to the ring the lights slowly begin to turn back on as the camera catches a glimpse of the two faces and to no ones surprise Alexander “The Great” and Jimmy Gimmick walked down the aisle into the ring.* Michael Cole: Well each member of Original Sin has got a match tonight that they should be preparing for… Tazz: Cole have you even been watching Anarchy these two don’t need to prepare for their matches. *The two members of ‘Original Sin’ climb into the ring Gimmick finds himself armed with a mic in hand as the two scour the side of the ropes looking to the hate-filled fans. The entrance theme cuts out and the only audible sound left is the booing.* Michael Cole: Regardless of what they should be doing I am curious about what it is they are doing. *Finally another sound overrides the continual booing as the arrogant drone that is the voice of Jimmy Gimmick sounds.* “Dave Batista… The Animal… the steroid packed…unconventionally jacked…badass bodybuilder, goes one on one with the epitome of entertainment… the spotlight stealing superstar… the magnanimous monarch of FCW… Jimmy Gimmick!” *The disapproving roars continue to grow as Gimmick’s enthusiasm fails to be effected as if he is unaware the fans are directing their contempt towards him.* “Ladies and Gentlemen, and inbreeds alike this is what the premiere broadcast of FCW’s Requiem will be a venue for all this and much more as yours truly prepares to continue his conquest into immortality.” *Gimmick circles the ring with a silent Alexander Parise standing menacingly at his side with a smile on his own face.* “So big Dave Batista this should be interesting, each of us looking to make an impact here on Requiem or at least that’s seemingly the purpose of this match. Dave however, has been shall we say MIA for a little while now. While I’ve promoting and publicizing this broadcast so we have the standard millions of fans tuning in he’s been laying back and living off his previously established reputation, and all of those superficial accolades of yours that you could tack onto your name.” Michael Cole: I don’t know how wise it is for Gimmick to speak out against the Animal with his match against him approaching quickly. Tazz: He’s only telling the truth Cole, that Batista was supposed to be a big superstar and so far he’s done nothing. “After driving Batista’s former mentor Triple H out of FCW I plan on doing the same to him. Batista they call you ‘The Animal’ because of your alleged aggression but I see you as one for a much different reason. Dave you’re a creature of habitat, when you get used to a place you have a chance for surviving but when plucked from your steroid friendly environment over to FCW you’re panicked, scared, shocked, and most importantly vulnerable. Tonight we will bare witness to a Neanderthal like animal who will have to rely on his most primitive and basic instinct; survival. Dave in FCW you’re starting at the bottom with almost nothing but whatever it is you think you still have, be it reputation, or accomplishments: I will take it all, and leave nothing.” *A quick turn and Gimmick’s calculating eyes flicker in the light starring into the camera with a calm intensity.* “Dave you clawed your way to the top like an animal so its only fitting you meet your end like one, I will put you down in the center of that ring and you won’t get back up, will I be merciful? Unlikely. You will suffer like an animal suffers, you will bleed like an animal bleeds and your career will die like an animal dies: without dignity. I always say whatever marks your beginning will also signify your end; animals are ruthless, reckless, vicious, yet weak.” *A glare to the camera signifies that Gimmick may have planned on continuing but he hesitates for a moment before turning to his apprentice: Alexander “The Great.”* (TBC: Alexander Parise)
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Post by Alexander "The Great" Parise on Jun 14, 2009 12:37:44 GMT -5
The crowd’s booing does not suffice as Gimmick passes the microphone to the unusually quiet Alexander ‘The Great’. Parise licks his lips, showing signs of excitement as he looks out to the tunnel.
“Edge…. I just have one question for you; you think you know me?”
The fans boo, Parise laughs, a very common routine whenever Parise makes an appearance.
“See Edge, you’re a deadbeat, a has-been. The only way you ever got around in this business is by waiting till after an Elimination Chamber, and sleeping with possibly the ugliest person this business has ever seen. That doesn’t sound like something a real competitor would do, does it?”
Parise looks away from the stage to the booing fans that clearly will be going all night booing for Original Sin.
“Edge, I remember back when you were looking for your ‘collaborator’ if you will, I remember how stupid you were, you didn’t even look for the usual suspects, despite the fact that now more than ever I believe he would have taken off on his own, I suppose that’s not what you believe think happened, although I know anybody in their right mind would want to get away from you, I guess Cage didn’t, I guess that’s why you’re so perfect for each other.”
Parise smiles as he walks around the ring, piecing together his next thoughts.
“Call me a cocky punk as much as you want, but I’m not cocky, I just know my potential. I know that I can beat some washed up wrestler in you, so I’ll talk that way. It’s clear that the younger people are all the ones with success today. Look at our two singles champions right now, me, and Randy Orton. Now I know Orton doesn’t deserve that title, but he has it, and he’s young. You don’t see Ric Flair strutting down this aisle with any form of current glory, although you may seem him strutting down the halls of his hospital, and instead of any title he’s got his IV. But that’s beyond the point.”
The fans boo profusely at Parise’s last comment regarding the Dirtiest Player in the game, but he completely ignores as he continues.
“See, you’ve created this fallacy. You think you’re so great, somehow these people think you’re so great, when really you’re not. You just play to the fans because you’re scared. You’re scared that if they’re not beyond you that leaves… no one! You know if you’re not bringing fans into this building buy playing the nice guy you’ll be getting the boot faster how I’ll beat you on Requiem!”
Parise smiles as he begins thinking about something, trying to remember what it is. He does, and he smiles.
“Remember Edge, upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all. Sooner or later, one of these days, you’ll have to answer for what you’ve done, what you’re doing. It may not be to me, it may not be to anyone in FCW, but it’ll happen, and when it does you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.
Edge, we’re in a world to proud and stubborn to admit our own mistakes. We all think we’re above simple common courtesy. There’s no one out there who doesn’t think they’re above at least one rule, or one person. I’ve talked about this before; progress. It’s standing still right now, we’re not moving anywhere. We’re trapped on the highway behind a 20 car pile up, no exits for 10 miles. But not me, I was the smart one, I walked. So now I’m way up there at the exit whilst you sit, twiddling your thumbs with not a care in the world. But I’m giving you a chance to set things straight, to bend or break the rules back into place, but do us all a favor and don’t flaunt your ignorance by thinking you’re anything more than a dummy. The guy they put in matches, they guy who’s supposed to be good, but really he’s just a name without a face.”
Parise still has his evil grin on his face, not caring for anything or anyone he leans up against the ropes.
“There’s no middle ground anymore, no compromising. It’s me and you. It’s time to face the facts; you’ll never be in your prime again. You’ll never be jumping off twenty foot ladders and going through tables. You’re too fragile, this war you fight, you’re in the final leg, and you’re outnumbered. You can’t fight it any more, so on Requiem, get ready, it’s your final repose, and it’s the last battle, the one that matters.”
Parise steps back, taking a deep breath in the process. He smiles, thinking about all that he’s said.
“Edge, we all have our plans, we all think we’re gunna be World Champions and poster boys, but we won’t, and we’re very, very pissed off. So what do we do? We fight, we crawl on our knees and try and survive. Edge, have you over seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? It’s not a half bad movie, but at the start, for quiet a while, it’s just a bunch of prime apes, fighting. I thought this was very interesting, and I thought of how our race had evolved, and then I realized something; we haven’t. Sure, now we have our fancy cell phones and HD TV’s, but us as people, we’re still the same animals just fighting it out to see who gets to lick the bones clean. And when you think of that, you really wonder what the point of all this is.
We’re getting paid to do that, whilst everyone out there, normal people, the rich, the famous, the homeless, they don’t get paid for it. They may get paid for other things they do, but not this. We’re part of a business, a business that doesn’t have much of a place, yet we all love, and we can’t picture ourselves doing anything else. We love what we do, so we love being prime apes. We love not evolving. We love the fact that we can let other people try to be civilized, but we’re wrestlers. We fight. We bleed. But we don’t evolve. We’re in a constant war with no end, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. So Edge, get ready, because I’ve tried to change. I’ve tried to fight the power, the order of having no order, but it’s hard, and sooner or later, we all fall into line. Sooner or later we all become slaves to our inner animal.”
Parise’s smile is gone; replacing it is a blank stare, a stare that couldn’t be read by the best of them. Parise turns, Gimmick at his side. The music doesn’t even resume. Parise just walks out of the ring, Gimmick smiles, clearly liking this as he exits the ring and follows his partner up the aisle and to the back.End of RP
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