Post by Matt Oliveira on Apr 12, 2007 16:04:36 GMT -5
*Matt is seen backstage, leaning on an equipment box in the corridor. His puts his hands on his face, and gives it a quick wipe, like a silent "Damn it." He begins removing his wrist tape as Todd Grisham approaches him*
Todd: "Here I am with the Assistant and GM of Sunday Night Surge, Matthew Oliveira. Now, Mr. Oliveira, do you have anything to comment on your losing streak as of late?"
*Matt exhales through his nose, putting his hands on his hips, and giving a small grin and a nod.*
Matt: "What am I supposed to say, Todd? I've been here before. You're lucky I'm this calm right now, where do you want me to start?"
*Matt continues untaping his hands.*
"Well, how about you start with last Friday? Against CHARISMATIC HARDY?"
"...CH. Yeah, CH. I'll never stop hearing his name, never will. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Because the way we run things in GHW is due to experience. Go ahead and check GHW.com, you'll find out that CH just passed your very own, Matthew Oliveira, in the rankings. I can admit, to a small, sliver of a degree, that CH is talented. However, CH is talented in the sense of a nuclear bomb. See, CH lacks strategy, he lacks pin-pointing certain targets, he just cannonballs into the pool, to make a splash, without thinking first if there's water in it. He'll slip up, and I'll be there to capitalize on his potential demise."
"Ok, then. What do you think of Upper Echelon's last match?"
*Matt begins to speak, but cuts himself off, thinks a bit more, and continues.*
"...Zantazm's legit. He knows how to fight. I know how to fight. But, again, experience dwarfs me in the Silver Tag division. I'm like the one legged man in an ass-kicking contest, as JR frankly puts it. So it all comes down to teamwork, and timing your shifts. One day at a time, because I get better every day, hour, even every minute."
"I'm surprised you're taking this well. One more then, Duece. You two had a very close contest earlier this week, and you'll face him, along with Mike Lethal, Velocity, the Human Wreckingball, and the Xtreme Angel in the Hardcore Invitational. Your thoughts?"
*Matt's face darkens a bit, a more serious tone.*
"I didn't like the Duece match. I could've got it done. But, where there's a will, there's a way, and the will is the Hardcore Invitational. It won't be pretty. You see, it's like inviting a combat veteran with a purple heart, to a game of paintball. On one hand, you may have some enjoyable, albeit messy, competitive fun. On the other hand, you may be able to drudge up some cold, repressed memory -which I have aplenty- and have a massacre on your hands...and instead of being covered in paint, your covered in copious amounts of blood. So what makes you think that with the addition of weapons and pin-falls anywhere, and the subtraction of Disqualifications and count-outs won't make the kids in the front row be required for medical attention?...
*Todd is silent, Matt takes his microphone.*
"See, many of you think that the Hardcore Invitational is a yellow-brick road to a GHW championship. But the truth is, the Hardcore belt is just that piece of cheddar sitting on the opposite side of a mouse trap. It's bait. When you think about it, I've just made myself a five-course meal, and the ignorance of all rulings is the seasoning. So here's a promise, a blood oath if you will, to the other participants...ahem.."
"...Xtreme Angel, Mikey, Wreckingball, Velocity, and Duece...this Sunday, you will be in one of the greatest shining moments of your careers. You will see things you won't believe you would see, you will do things you never would do, and you will be victim of things so intangible that only the devious, over-developed neurological powers can conceive. For this is my world. My house. I have wiped the dirt off your feet, and welcomed you in. I'm not saying I'll win, but I am saying that this will be a catalyst to the end of your wrestling lives...and I know I'm right."
*The camera cuts out.*
(OOC: I used the "paintball" simile from James Mitchell's BFG 2006 promo, but I modified it slightly. I've just always wanted to use that, with that exception, it's all my work.)
*END OF SEGMENT*
Todd: "Here I am with the Assistant and GM of Sunday Night Surge, Matthew Oliveira. Now, Mr. Oliveira, do you have anything to comment on your losing streak as of late?"
*Matt exhales through his nose, putting his hands on his hips, and giving a small grin and a nod.*
Matt: "What am I supposed to say, Todd? I've been here before. You're lucky I'm this calm right now, where do you want me to start?"
*Matt continues untaping his hands.*
"Well, how about you start with last Friday? Against CHARISMATIC HARDY?"
"...CH. Yeah, CH. I'll never stop hearing his name, never will. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Because the way we run things in GHW is due to experience. Go ahead and check GHW.com, you'll find out that CH just passed your very own, Matthew Oliveira, in the rankings. I can admit, to a small, sliver of a degree, that CH is talented. However, CH is talented in the sense of a nuclear bomb. See, CH lacks strategy, he lacks pin-pointing certain targets, he just cannonballs into the pool, to make a splash, without thinking first if there's water in it. He'll slip up, and I'll be there to capitalize on his potential demise."
"Ok, then. What do you think of Upper Echelon's last match?"
*Matt begins to speak, but cuts himself off, thinks a bit more, and continues.*
"...Zantazm's legit. He knows how to fight. I know how to fight. But, again, experience dwarfs me in the Silver Tag division. I'm like the one legged man in an ass-kicking contest, as JR frankly puts it. So it all comes down to teamwork, and timing your shifts. One day at a time, because I get better every day, hour, even every minute."
"I'm surprised you're taking this well. One more then, Duece. You two had a very close contest earlier this week, and you'll face him, along with Mike Lethal, Velocity, the Human Wreckingball, and the Xtreme Angel in the Hardcore Invitational. Your thoughts?"
*Matt's face darkens a bit, a more serious tone.*
"I didn't like the Duece match. I could've got it done. But, where there's a will, there's a way, and the will is the Hardcore Invitational. It won't be pretty. You see, it's like inviting a combat veteran with a purple heart, to a game of paintball. On one hand, you may have some enjoyable, albeit messy, competitive fun. On the other hand, you may be able to drudge up some cold, repressed memory -which I have aplenty- and have a massacre on your hands...and instead of being covered in paint, your covered in copious amounts of blood. So what makes you think that with the addition of weapons and pin-falls anywhere, and the subtraction of Disqualifications and count-outs won't make the kids in the front row be required for medical attention?...
*Todd is silent, Matt takes his microphone.*
"See, many of you think that the Hardcore Invitational is a yellow-brick road to a GHW championship. But the truth is, the Hardcore belt is just that piece of cheddar sitting on the opposite side of a mouse trap. It's bait. When you think about it, I've just made myself a five-course meal, and the ignorance of all rulings is the seasoning. So here's a promise, a blood oath if you will, to the other participants...ahem.."
"...Xtreme Angel, Mikey, Wreckingball, Velocity, and Duece...this Sunday, you will be in one of the greatest shining moments of your careers. You will see things you won't believe you would see, you will do things you never would do, and you will be victim of things so intangible that only the devious, over-developed neurological powers can conceive. For this is my world. My house. I have wiped the dirt off your feet, and welcomed you in. I'm not saying I'll win, but I am saying that this will be a catalyst to the end of your wrestling lives...and I know I'm right."
*The camera cuts out.*
(OOC: I used the "paintball" simile from James Mitchell's BFG 2006 promo, but I modified it slightly. I've just always wanted to use that, with that exception, it's all my work.)
*END OF SEGMENT*