Post by Matt Oliveira on May 22, 2007 21:07:09 GMT -5
*The camera shows Todd Grisham standing next to Untamed Beast. UB's brow is furrowed, obviously disgruntled from the last event occuring that concerned him.*
Todd: "Ladies and gentlemen, here I am with former GHW Hardcore Champion and one half of the Elitists, Untamed Beat. First off, UB, how have you been."
UB: "I've been better..."
"Well, there's certainly no dancing around the subject here. As last week, Surge General Manager, Matthew Oliveira, publicly stripped you of the Hardcore Title, your thoughts?"
"Thoughts? How about actions?! I should've walked straight into his office and beat the heel out of him! I won that belt fair-and-square, and I deserve to at least lose it the same way! I should've choked him 'til he was blue in the face! Til' his eyes popped out of his head like hard-boiled eggs on springs! Matt has absolutely no idea of a REAL Hardcore Champion. A deserving Hardcore Champion. He doesn't even deserve his job in GHW-"
*A loud crash sounds from out of range. UB turns as his head is hit by an elbow. Todd backs up against the wall. Beast falls to the ground, and the camera pans up, UB was hit by Matt himself. UB sits up and Matt stands over him, pulling UB up by his hair. He connects with a pair of jabs to Matt's gut, Matt returns with a punch to the cheek.*
Matt: "Let's go, Beasty. You want to be Hardcore? You want to screw me over?"
*Matt whips UB into the catering table, recieving a gut-check from the edge. Matt grabs UB's head and slams it down on the table, lifts up, slams again. Matt picks up a tray of desserts, dumping it to the side and raps the former Hardcore Champ across the head with the pan.*
Matt: "C'mon UB. You were the champ weren't you? You've done this..."
*UB staggers away from the table and his attacker, towards the end of the line of tables. He walks along the row, and grabs his hands on the trash can. He dumps the garbage on the floor, wheels around, and connects just in time to Matt's abdomen again. Matt doubles-over, and UB launches the can across his back, sending Matt to his knees. In desperation, Matt low-blows UB, forcing him to drop the can and retreat back a couple feet. Matt picks up the can, and lands a shot across Beast's head. Beast stammers, rubber-legged, as Matt places the can upside-down over Beast's upper body. He then proceeds to stomp on his calfs, causing UB the drop to his knees. Matt walks back, roughly ten feet, and charges with a Yakuza-like kick to the can, concussing into Untamed's skull, and falls to the cold concrete floor. Matt breathes heavily. Beginning to walk out of frame.*
Todd: "...umm...fans...UB just...we need some help!"
*Matt walks back into frame, carrying a chair, and he stands to UB's can-covered side. He grabs the folded chair's legs, and lifts overhead, he slams the chair down onto the can, onto the back of UB's head. The former champion's leg twitches, but no groans come from inside the cylinder.*
Matt: "...Untamed Beast...they say fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice, shame on me...you've screwed me once, so shame on you...payback's a b*tch, champ."
(OOC: Don't worry, I've got permission to do so.)
*END OF THREAD*
Todd: "Ladies and gentlemen, here I am with former GHW Hardcore Champion and one half of the Elitists, Untamed Beat. First off, UB, how have you been."
UB: "I've been better..."
"Well, there's certainly no dancing around the subject here. As last week, Surge General Manager, Matthew Oliveira, publicly stripped you of the Hardcore Title, your thoughts?"
"Thoughts? How about actions?! I should've walked straight into his office and beat the heel out of him! I won that belt fair-and-square, and I deserve to at least lose it the same way! I should've choked him 'til he was blue in the face! Til' his eyes popped out of his head like hard-boiled eggs on springs! Matt has absolutely no idea of a REAL Hardcore Champion. A deserving Hardcore Champion. He doesn't even deserve his job in GHW-"
*A loud crash sounds from out of range. UB turns as his head is hit by an elbow. Todd backs up against the wall. Beast falls to the ground, and the camera pans up, UB was hit by Matt himself. UB sits up and Matt stands over him, pulling UB up by his hair. He connects with a pair of jabs to Matt's gut, Matt returns with a punch to the cheek.*
Matt: "Let's go, Beasty. You want to be Hardcore? You want to screw me over?"
*Matt whips UB into the catering table, recieving a gut-check from the edge. Matt grabs UB's head and slams it down on the table, lifts up, slams again. Matt picks up a tray of desserts, dumping it to the side and raps the former Hardcore Champ across the head with the pan.*
Matt: "C'mon UB. You were the champ weren't you? You've done this..."
*UB staggers away from the table and his attacker, towards the end of the line of tables. He walks along the row, and grabs his hands on the trash can. He dumps the garbage on the floor, wheels around, and connects just in time to Matt's abdomen again. Matt doubles-over, and UB launches the can across his back, sending Matt to his knees. In desperation, Matt low-blows UB, forcing him to drop the can and retreat back a couple feet. Matt picks up the can, and lands a shot across Beast's head. Beast stammers, rubber-legged, as Matt places the can upside-down over Beast's upper body. He then proceeds to stomp on his calfs, causing UB the drop to his knees. Matt walks back, roughly ten feet, and charges with a Yakuza-like kick to the can, concussing into Untamed's skull, and falls to the cold concrete floor. Matt breathes heavily. Beginning to walk out of frame.*
Todd: "...umm...fans...UB just...we need some help!"
*Matt walks back into frame, carrying a chair, and he stands to UB's can-covered side. He grabs the folded chair's legs, and lifts overhead, he slams the chair down onto the can, onto the back of UB's head. The former champion's leg twitches, but no groans come from inside the cylinder.*
Matt: "...Untamed Beast...they say fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice, shame on me...you've screwed me once, so shame on you...payback's a b*tch, champ."
(OOC: Don't worry, I've got permission to do so.)
*END OF THREAD*