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Post by coreycz on Jan 5, 2013 4:12:23 GMT -6
Quarter Final Singles Match Number One
"The Main Man" D.C. Wiland
vs.
"The Highlight of The Night" Raiden Blaze
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Post by coreycz on Jan 14, 2013 12:11:02 GMT -6
OOC: As I have exactly NO time this week because of my struggle with school and problems with knee before the surgery, I'm gonna have to keep this EXTREMELY short.
Camera finds D.C. Wiland backstage at the HEW arena. He's standing by a trashcan with his HCWA Hardcore Championship still resting on his shoulder.
Wiland - "I'm kinda angry, you know? I was a big star in HCWA, the last Hardcore Champion, and now they put me in a match... against a mental? This guy doesn't deserve to be here, doesn't deserve a title opportunity... while I..."
He threw the HCWA Hardcore title into the trashcan.
Wiland - "...I'm just changing the title on my shoulder to something more... fitting to my class. Stay tuned, wankers."
The scene fades out.
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Post by Heisenberg on Jan 14, 2013 16:22:14 GMT -6
Raiden Blaze is seen sitting in a comfy chair in his living room, recording a video for HEW.com. He's wearing a dark gray hoodie and black jeans. He's drinking a cup of hot tea, Earl Grey with milk, his very favorite. He clears his throat, just before he starts talking.
Alright. It's been a few days since I've last been in a wrestling ring, hell, since I've been a part of the wrestling world, hasn't it? And I still remember the day when I almost became the number one contender for the World Title in ACW, just like it was yesterday. I lost the match, you know. Well, I'm sure you remember, because I do. I lost to this very cool dude, Zack Bronko, one tough guy, simply one big, muscular badass. And that was the day when the best part of my career died. You know, all of you fans always loved me in the beginning, we had this.. synthesis ongoing between us. And dammit man, it hurts me that I wore the weird blue facepaint and a fucking weird wig on my head, scaring the living hell outta the fans, the staff, my friends, just everyone. But yeah, that's history, right? As far as I know, this little Demon dude is permanently dead, well, atleast if I drink my medicine every night before sleep, those pills are gonna keep him asleep. Yup. I'm done with the weird pathological part of my career. Now it's my time to shine.
Raiden sips a sip of his smoking hot tea.
God, how much I love these British teas. I dunno what would I do during winters if there weren't such awesome teas. Anyways, back to the topic. I'm done with my rehab. I don't need it anymore. Seriously, it happened, it WAS legit, which scares the left testicle of Jesus Christ out of me personally, and to be honest with you, I've changed a bit. Now, I'm still going to be the very chill dude I always used to be, but ya know. Experiences do affect your life. And so here I stand, or sit, to be more precise. Here I sit before you, and I'm hyped as a virgin before his first coitus. I'm hyped to make my wrestling return after SEVERAL months. I've been training, man. I still have a promise, a wish to fulfill. I still haven't won the big one for my dad. I will do it. And, quite honestly, this D.C. Wiland dude? I mean, what the hell man. He's like one of those douchebags you meet in your high school, you know, the one that talks trash about every single living person, but ends up polishing toilets on the train station of the village where he was most likely born. You know what I mean, right? So this dude talked trash about me on Twitter. How freakin' amusing, right? I've promised him a damn good fight, sorry, a damn good ass-kicking. And that's what Imma do. Till then.. that's the last you'll hear about me.. well, officially. When you're a wrestler, these dirt-sheet wrestling websites always have something to say about you, right?
With those words, the recording ends. ----------------------------- OOC: Tried not to bomb you Dave. |
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