Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Apr 20, 2009 22:23:57 GMT -5
Part III: Poster Boy
*The camera fades in on the image of FCW's newcomer Jimmy Gimmick. Whose now-iconic cocky smile appears upon his face at the sound of the audience's reaction. A mixture of cheers and boos arise, as Gimmick looks on to a T.V. monitor on front of him.*
"Greeting ladies and gentlemen, welcome to week one of FCW's Anarchy, where the rulebook is thrown out the window and Jimmy Gimmick reigns. You just caught me preparing for my match later tonight with Triple H."
*Jimmy Gimmick gestures to a nearby bowl of chips, and then points to the T.V. in front of him while placing a handful of chips in his mouth. His teeth loudly crunch the chips as he speaks.*
"I usually like to prepare myself for any great event such as my FCW in ring debut by laughter, in order to relieve the stress. Right now I'm in the middle of watching a hilarious modern comedy piece by a man known as Triple H."
*Mixed reaction greets Jimmy Gimmick's comments but he smiles on, his look unfazed, seemingly unattached to the audience that judged him.*
"Shh... this is my favorite part."
*The camera pans over to show the T.V. playing the final moments of HHH's promo.:
As quick as a flash of lightning, Triple H turns and throws the sledgehammer at the banner of Jimmy Gimmick, piercing the veil and shattering the drywall behind it. The camera zooms in to see the damage done, and Triple H slowly walks back into frame, staring intently at the large hole in the wall.
Triple H:
“You’re gonna choke.”
*The camera returns to Jimmy Gimmick, who appears to be suppressing laughter at the site of an infuriated Cerebral Assassin.*
“That really cracks me up. Triple H, the perpetual dramatist; when will it end? That is the not quite as amusing question, I’ve been asking myself for so long.”
*Gimmick’s trademark grin slowly transitions into a stern look into the camera, as he stops ruffling through the chips.*
“Triple H I’ve just been through the training, the independent circuits, everything I needed to do en route to entering this industry and I heard a lot about you. One would imagine that a man of your stature and influence would be looked up to, even considered an inspiration. But that’s not the case we all know what you are Triple H you are and you’ve always been nothing but a rat, excuse my blunt animal imagery. You're a rat who knocks up the bosses daughter to underhandedly obtain title shots, who politics when he should be training, Triple H you’ve always been this pathetically volatile excuse for a ‘man’ and you can never change that.”
*Gimmick’s smirk reemerges as he is unable to hide his glee at his recent remarks.*
“Tonight I get the chance to do what every wrestler in the world wants to do; beat Triple H. But Hunter unlike you I’m not here to destroy backstage sets, or bloody my own hands, I’m here to send a message, and to make an impact. And I will make a name for myself in the form of your broken, battered, and bruised body I leave laying on the canvas.”
*Jimmy Gimmick turns off the T.V. before him, and continues to look on to the camera without losing his cool, as he spreads his fast talking slandering of The Game.*
“Triple H I’ve seen your capacity for sadism, your intolerance for anything but the best, but you see that doesn’t scare me. Your tired antics and routine don’t inspire fear all they do is reaffirm your level of predictability. I know what you can do, what you’ve done, who you are, but you don’t know me, and you don’t know what I am capable of. It is the unknown that inspires fear, Triple H I’m not intimidated but you should be.”
*Jimmy Gimmick reclines in his position on the couch, reaching for yet another handful of chips, and casually elevates his open palm so as it is near to his mouth.*
“I walk to that ring tonight as a rookie, I’m going to make a name for myself win, lose, or draw. My opponent on the other hand, The King of Kings, The Game…Triple H, you’ve built quite the legacy around here regardless of how you’ve done it, you have everything to lose. What happens if Triple H walks to that ring tonight and gets pinned by FCW’s alleged poster boy?”
*Gimmick carefully places a chip into his mouth chewing slowly and swallowing before continuing.*
“Triple H seems to think this is personal, as evidenced by his seething expressions of rage earlier tonight. I could be going to that ring to do battle with Funaki for all I care tonight is a stepping stone, I will usher in a new stage in FCW, one that is ruled by Jimmy Gimmick. Not Triple H, not Christian Cage, not Edge, not Mr. Kennedy, not even Chris Jericho, is going to get in my way. Tonight we establish the Anarchy food chain, and yours truly will be right at the top. And as always I feel obliged to remind each and everyone of you fans that I don’t need a God damn Gimmick.”
*Jimmy Gimmick looks to the chips in his hand and shakes his head.*
“Tonight the eradication and systematic extermination of my obstacles begins with Triple H, and soon they will all be gone, every last one.”
*With his final words Gimmick brushes his hands together knocking the chips to the floor as the camera fades to black.*
(End of Part III)
