Post by Alexander "The Great" Parise on Jul 1, 2009 14:18:12 GMT -5
The screen fades in to the sound of laughter and cheering as the camera rolls around a large dining hall filled with balloons, decorations, and food. All over people are cheering and shouting the name of one person, the new FCW World Champion, Alexander Parise. He sits at the head of the table staring straight ahead, his eyes not blinking. He looks to the camera and smiles and then looks down to the table in front of him, it is not occupied by plates of food, instead there is one object sitting there that he can’t help but smile at; the World Title. Parise is constantly greeted by ‘Great Jobs!’, ‘You deserve it!’ and ‘Good to see you on top!’ Parise just smirked and said thanks most of the time, despite the fact that he barely recognized a single person. But he didn’t care; he just assumed they were some of the few Parise fans out there. After a while of people talking amongst themselves Parise stood up and tapped his fork against his glass, drawing everyone’s attention. All eyes turned to Parise as he looked at the crowd of people, smirking once more.
“First, thank you all for coming, I may not….know all of you, but it’d good to see that some people really do realize who they should be supporting. Now, there are a few things I would like to address…”
Before Parise can continue he is interrupted by the sound of everyone in attendance chanting one word over and over.
“Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!”
Parise smiles and puts his hand up, signaling them to stop, but they keep going. Finally Parise rolls his head and starts to speak.
“Alright, alright!”
The people all cheer and raise their glasses to him, and he does it back to them.
“First off I just want to address my opponent, and partner; Jimmy Gimmick. I have to say I’m a little surprised that you sunk to such lows to try and win this prize, but I can’t say I blame you, you wanted to know so badly what it felt like to win this title, you already had a chance in FCW and you didn’t capitalize, and you didn’t want to see history repeat itself. So because I understand why you did it, I will forgive, but its clear something needs to change. And that’s the title that you so elegantly gave me way back when we both started here, and that’s the ‘Original Sin Apprentice’.”
All the people surrounding the long table that stretches across the room boo, and Parise nods, allowing them to continue for another moment. Finally they begin to quite down and they all turn back to Parise to listen.
“Clearly the first ever Undisputed Champion of FCW Redemption isn’t an apprentice, but I won’t lie, you helped me, you had my back, and you deserved to be the leader of our group. But now things are changing. People don’t want to see a two man team being led by the person who has failed on both his title opportunities; they want to see the team being led by the man who has capitalized on both his title opportunities.”
Parise holds both his titles above his head as the fans go crazy cheering. Parise smiles for a second; realizing that for the first time he is being cheered. After accepting this fact for a moment he puts both titles on his shoulders and continues to speak.
“You know, this is kinda new for me, I’m just not used to this.”
The fans aren’t too sure what he means as Parise looks up to the roof and then back down to his new found fans.
“I just mean I’m not used to having people cheer me on like this, it’s new, and it’s not that bad.”
The fans cheer once again and Parise nods to the fans who only cheer more.
“You know, all my life I was never too good at getting up in front of a crowd and speaking. You know back in school when you had to write those speeches? I could put together a good one that would always get me recognized for good writing, but I could never stay calm when the entire class was staring at me. I don’t know why, it’s just how it was. I don’t even remember getting good at it, it just happened. The first time I ever went down to the ring with a microphone in my hand I was sweating bullets, but now I’m calm as it gets. I guess I just don’t care anymore. I’m not worried that people won’t like what I have to say. I’m accustomed to it. I don’t have to prove anything anymore, because I’m the top superstar in all of FCW, and that is saying something.”
The fans let loose again, and Parise smirks as he usually does, but somehow these people only seem to eat that up more.
“When Alexander ‘The Great’ first became the ruler of his empire he didn’t waste much time getting right down to business, and neither will I. Just as he did I will march out to war and I will win, and my empire will only get bigger, just as his did. It’s only a matter of time until every single person in the arenas for shows, the superstars in the back, and the owners know that I can’t be beaten. If people haven’t realized that yet, well then just watch what I do next. I promise you all that I am just going to keep fighting.”
The fans roar their approval and Parise encourages them once again.
“Now I understand that the other night someone else had a big night. And no I’m not talking about Edge; I’m talking about Seifer Blacke.”
The fans all boo as Parise nods again, telling them to continue. Finally they stop and Parise continues to speak.
“I know, I know. See Seifer is lucky I’m even allowing him to step into the ring with me to have his 15 minutes of fame. See, if I do recall correctly Seifer Blacke murdered a certain homeless fellow, and last time I check you can do some serious time for that kind of stuff. But don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. Now everyone here knows I’ll step into the ring with any wrestler, but a murderer may be taking it a little to far, what if he has a knife, a gun? Although there is no chance that the man who just stepped out of Final Fantasy can beat me in a fight, let alone a wrestling match. I’ll just make sure he has to go through the metal detectors before coming down to my ring.”
The fans laugh and cheer as Parise looks from shoulder to shoulder, admiring his two titles.
“Now, finally, I would like to thank some people.”
The fans start cheering as Parise signals for them to stop, and they gradually do.
“First, I would like to thank myself, for not quitting, and being that damn good. Second….”
Parise stops for a moment, with a rather serious look on his face as some of the fans shout out to him.
“The fans!”
They all roar their approval again as Parise looks on disgusted.
“The fans?”
Everyone pipes down as Parise crunches his hands in fists and leans forward on the table.
“The fans? Where were you, ‘the fans’ when I made my debut, where were you when I wrestled seven other men to win the Intercontinental title? Where were you when I jumped ship to Requiem? Where were you when I fought my partner and won the World Title? Where were you….no, the only time you fans have ever been behind me was here, when you get a nice luxurious meal for your troubles. Sure, maybe a few of you are loyal, but there’s tens of thousands other people out there who would rather be listening to John Cena’s crap albums, getting autographs. No, this was my battle, and I won it by myself.”
“Asshole!”
Fans begin cursing Parise as he looks on taking all sorts of food that hit him. He stands up straight, his eyes open, he realizes what he did and doesn’t open his mouth, doesn’t even bother to make an attempt to guard himself.
“What a piece of shit!”
The fans all agree as they storm out through the back door, leaving Parise standing alone, his place a complete mess. He looks at his two titles which are now covered in all sorts of food and then back up to the camera. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t shake his head, and he just stares straight ahead.
“….”
Parise opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He’s at a loss for words.
“It wasn’t that bad…”
The camera slowly fades out as Parise sits back down in his seat and looks at the empty seats that were once full of energetic fans chanting his name.
End of RP
“First, thank you all for coming, I may not….know all of you, but it’d good to see that some people really do realize who they should be supporting. Now, there are a few things I would like to address…”
Before Parise can continue he is interrupted by the sound of everyone in attendance chanting one word over and over.
“Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!”
Parise smiles and puts his hand up, signaling them to stop, but they keep going. Finally Parise rolls his head and starts to speak.
“Alright, alright!”
The people all cheer and raise their glasses to him, and he does it back to them.
“First off I just want to address my opponent, and partner; Jimmy Gimmick. I have to say I’m a little surprised that you sunk to such lows to try and win this prize, but I can’t say I blame you, you wanted to know so badly what it felt like to win this title, you already had a chance in FCW and you didn’t capitalize, and you didn’t want to see history repeat itself. So because I understand why you did it, I will forgive, but its clear something needs to change. And that’s the title that you so elegantly gave me way back when we both started here, and that’s the ‘Original Sin Apprentice’.”
All the people surrounding the long table that stretches across the room boo, and Parise nods, allowing them to continue for another moment. Finally they begin to quite down and they all turn back to Parise to listen.
“Clearly the first ever Undisputed Champion of FCW Redemption isn’t an apprentice, but I won’t lie, you helped me, you had my back, and you deserved to be the leader of our group. But now things are changing. People don’t want to see a two man team being led by the person who has failed on both his title opportunities; they want to see the team being led by the man who has capitalized on both his title opportunities.”
Parise holds both his titles above his head as the fans go crazy cheering. Parise smiles for a second; realizing that for the first time he is being cheered. After accepting this fact for a moment he puts both titles on his shoulders and continues to speak.
“You know, this is kinda new for me, I’m just not used to this.”
The fans aren’t too sure what he means as Parise looks up to the roof and then back down to his new found fans.
“I just mean I’m not used to having people cheer me on like this, it’s new, and it’s not that bad.”
The fans cheer once again and Parise nods to the fans who only cheer more.
“You know, all my life I was never too good at getting up in front of a crowd and speaking. You know back in school when you had to write those speeches? I could put together a good one that would always get me recognized for good writing, but I could never stay calm when the entire class was staring at me. I don’t know why, it’s just how it was. I don’t even remember getting good at it, it just happened. The first time I ever went down to the ring with a microphone in my hand I was sweating bullets, but now I’m calm as it gets. I guess I just don’t care anymore. I’m not worried that people won’t like what I have to say. I’m accustomed to it. I don’t have to prove anything anymore, because I’m the top superstar in all of FCW, and that is saying something.”
The fans let loose again, and Parise smirks as he usually does, but somehow these people only seem to eat that up more.
“When Alexander ‘The Great’ first became the ruler of his empire he didn’t waste much time getting right down to business, and neither will I. Just as he did I will march out to war and I will win, and my empire will only get bigger, just as his did. It’s only a matter of time until every single person in the arenas for shows, the superstars in the back, and the owners know that I can’t be beaten. If people haven’t realized that yet, well then just watch what I do next. I promise you all that I am just going to keep fighting.”
The fans roar their approval and Parise encourages them once again.
“Now I understand that the other night someone else had a big night. And no I’m not talking about Edge; I’m talking about Seifer Blacke.”
The fans all boo as Parise nods again, telling them to continue. Finally they stop and Parise continues to speak.
“I know, I know. See Seifer is lucky I’m even allowing him to step into the ring with me to have his 15 minutes of fame. See, if I do recall correctly Seifer Blacke murdered a certain homeless fellow, and last time I check you can do some serious time for that kind of stuff. But don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. Now everyone here knows I’ll step into the ring with any wrestler, but a murderer may be taking it a little to far, what if he has a knife, a gun? Although there is no chance that the man who just stepped out of Final Fantasy can beat me in a fight, let alone a wrestling match. I’ll just make sure he has to go through the metal detectors before coming down to my ring.”
The fans laugh and cheer as Parise looks from shoulder to shoulder, admiring his two titles.
“Now, finally, I would like to thank some people.”
The fans start cheering as Parise signals for them to stop, and they gradually do.
“First, I would like to thank myself, for not quitting, and being that damn good. Second….”
Parise stops for a moment, with a rather serious look on his face as some of the fans shout out to him.
“The fans!”
They all roar their approval again as Parise looks on disgusted.
“The fans?”
Everyone pipes down as Parise crunches his hands in fists and leans forward on the table.
“The fans? Where were you, ‘the fans’ when I made my debut, where were you when I wrestled seven other men to win the Intercontinental title? Where were you when I jumped ship to Requiem? Where were you when I fought my partner and won the World Title? Where were you….no, the only time you fans have ever been behind me was here, when you get a nice luxurious meal for your troubles. Sure, maybe a few of you are loyal, but there’s tens of thousands other people out there who would rather be listening to John Cena’s crap albums, getting autographs. No, this was my battle, and I won it by myself.”
“Asshole!”
Fans begin cursing Parise as he looks on taking all sorts of food that hit him. He stands up straight, his eyes open, he realizes what he did and doesn’t open his mouth, doesn’t even bother to make an attempt to guard himself.
“What a piece of shit!”
The fans all agree as they storm out through the back door, leaving Parise standing alone, his place a complete mess. He looks at his two titles which are now covered in all sorts of food and then back up to the camera. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t shake his head, and he just stares straight ahead.
“….”
Parise opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He’s at a loss for words.
“It wasn’t that bad…”
The camera slowly fades out as Parise sits back down in his seat and looks at the empty seats that were once full of energetic fans chanting his name.
End of RP
