Post by Zero on Sept 27, 2013 21:15:59 GMT -5
[The scene slowly fades open to show the man only known as Zero standing in a dimly lit hallway. From what is seen, he’s in his casual attire of jeans, a heavy metal t-shirt and an open flannel shirt. He gives a sinister chuckle, staring directly into the camera with that never fading intensity.]
Zero: Brothers…Sisters…Tonight is the night…The new dawn of Millennium Pro Wrestling begins to crawl over the horizon…Tonight’s the night that the walls begin to topple. It’s going to take…A revolutionary to keep them standing…But what happens when the one thing holding such a delicate matter together…Simply backs away…Backs away and FORCES the walls to crumble against one another. That happens…Exactly that. The whole structure falls around Bob Herman’s knees. Crawling on the same knees soon to be bleeding across the bricks as he crawls to that revolutionary, begging him to pick up the pieces. Tonight’s the night, an impact is made.
[His cackle amplifies, becoming all the more vile as it reverberates down the hall. The scene instantly cuts to Wednesday, September 25th at an MPW house show in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. “Reborn” by Damageplan blasts through the arena as “The Samurai” Shaun Cross makes his much anticipated return to the ring. With a microphone in his hand, Shaun begins to speak as he walks down the ramp.]
SC: Ladies and germs, how the hell are ya?!
[Shaun yells into the mic, much to the massive pop of the raucous crowd.]
I’ll tell ya, Baton Rouge…It’s damn good to be back home…I’m sure some of you know through the internet, that I went through a pretty rough ordeal involving a very close friend of mine. I decided it was time for a break. I stayed at the man’s side for months, watching his career and his life fall down around him...
[Shaun gets serious for a moment and nods slowly before bringing the excitement back.]
But tonight! My head’s clear, I’ve never been more ready for a match! Louisia-…
[Shaun’s mic rudely gets cut off as the crowd pops, wondering what’s happening. Suddenly the lights all shut off as the eerie singing of a distorted church choir begins to echo throughout the building. In the dark, Shaun turns his attention to the stage as a single blood-red light shines down onto the center, smoke billowing from the floor of the entire arena. The lights snap on again as the guitar riff of “Sinner” by Drowning Pool hits the audience in the chest like a sledgehammer. The crowd goes insane, seeing a six-foot six thug brooding behind Cross, leaned up against the ropes…Waiting.]
Very funny guys…
[Shaun chuckles as he turns around, wide eyed at the monster before him. Without warning, Zero springs off the ropes, surprisingly quick for a big man, catching Shaun in the mouth with a massive bicycle kick…Dropped like a sack of potatoes. Struggling to get his bearings and get to his feet, Shaun slowly shakes off the boot. Zero grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Always a fighter, on the rebound, Shaun is able to duck under Zeros sleeve-tattooed arm, bouncing off the ropes once more hitting the big man with a quite ineffective closeline. Taken aback, Shaun runs and springs off the ropes once more, trying again. This time on the way back, Shaun’s not so lucky, getting caught in an almost Flapjack type maneuver before Zero delivers a damn near decapitating European uppercut as Shaun’s in mid fall. Zero grins wickedly as Shaun lands on the mat in a heap. The twisted being glares out into the crowd and nods slowly to a shocked reaction. He grabs Shaun and picks him up to his feet, throwing him into a turnbuckle and slowly walking after him. After a few powerful hooks to the body have connected, Zero backs up. With a step and a jump, he delivers another crippling bicycle kick to the face. Chants of "Samurai, Samurai" are heard throughout the crowd. Zero delivers another maniacal laugh and shakes his head, picking up Shaun once more. He bends him over and picks him up in a Powerbomb position. The "Samurai" chants quickly turn to a baragge of "No's" and yells of "Don't do it!" Cross' body slams into the mat with a sickening splat at the hands of the violent jacknife powerbomb. Zero seems nothing but pleased with himself as he bends to the mic up off the mat, inches from Shaun’s limp, unconscious body. Zero says nothing with the microphone at his mouth. That hauntingly evil laughter fills the airwaves as the scene fades out slowly.]
[The next scene slowly fades in on a broken stained-glass window. The camera pans to show Zero behind a rotting wooden podium in an abandoned church. Most of the pews are empty, though Zero sees “friends”, hanging on his every word, clamoring for more.]
Zero: My brethren, the divine revolution has begun! No longer will this “MPW Nation” need suffer! This virus, this…cancer that is Millennium Pro Wrestling will be shaken to its core and eradicated! Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers I have SEEN the way of this vision and I for one will not rest…Until It comes to fruition. My friends WE will burn this establishment to ashes! Through the dust and debris, not a trace of what once was will be found!
[Zero takes a breath and nods slowly.]
It’ll all happen soon enough…But first…All I’ve heard about this week is Grover Banks and Matt $tone…I hear that Grover Banks believes there is hope for this world…This world full of sick, animalistic, deranged, hopelessness…? There is hope, Grover…There's hope for MPW…The ONLY hope for MPW and the world for that matter is…Me. I AM the revolutionary that this life so desperately needs.
[The madman suddenly, sharply points to a spot in the middle row of pews.]
Amen my brother, yes! Exactly right! I DID rid MPW of one of its more…Dare I say “colorful” characters. Shaun Cross has gone the way of his nickname! The Samurai is extinct!
[Zero pauses for a moment, losing his train of thought for just a second.]
MATT $TONE! You call yourself a straight shooter! You call yourself a name dropper! You call yourself the abdominal snowman! $tone, the only name being dropped this Sunday is yours. I can guarantee you’ve never been dropped as hard. Just like Shaun Cross before you two days ago, you along with Grover Banks will witness…A truly! Vulgar Display!
[Zero takes a deep breath and nods, basking in the adulation of his “followers” as the camera zooms out and the scene fades The final scene starts on Sunday the 29th, in the parking lot of the Honda Center in Anaheim, California. We see Zero in his entrance attire of Long, dark shorts, black knee pads and wrestling boots, wrapped hands and a heavy metal t-shirt. He stares at the camera with a deranged look in his eye, a sinister grin on his face as the shot eratically switched back and forth between his grin and his all too fond memory of the shocking assault on MPW veteran, Shaun Cross.]
Zero: It's been a long time coming...But FINALLY, the night is upon us! The night that marks the beginning of a NEW MPW! Brothers and sisters of this, the California chapter of the revolution! This is the night that the evisceration of this insect colony known as Millennium Pro Wrestling begins! Shaun Cross was only a sour taste and a bitter glimpse of what's to come...
[Zero begins to walk toward the door into the arena]
Mackey Boyd! You and I...Come from very similar...Yet vastly different walks of life. Growing up only an hour apart geographically, yet as seperate and distant as the sun from the Earth. I'm intrigued to see how in just minutes, we work together.
[Zero gets quiet, still never losing his intensity.]
Grover...Matt...They don't have have anything on us. They haven't lived the way we've lived, how we've lived...I'm doing great things...WE could do great things...See you boys in the ring.
[Zero enters the building and steps up to the curtain, waiting to walk out as the evil sounding choir distortedly rattles through the speakers, beginning his "revolution" he so enthusiastically speaks of as the final scene fades to black.]
Zero: Brothers…Sisters…Tonight is the night…The new dawn of Millennium Pro Wrestling begins to crawl over the horizon…Tonight’s the night that the walls begin to topple. It’s going to take…A revolutionary to keep them standing…But what happens when the one thing holding such a delicate matter together…Simply backs away…Backs away and FORCES the walls to crumble against one another. That happens…Exactly that. The whole structure falls around Bob Herman’s knees. Crawling on the same knees soon to be bleeding across the bricks as he crawls to that revolutionary, begging him to pick up the pieces. Tonight’s the night, an impact is made.
[His cackle amplifies, becoming all the more vile as it reverberates down the hall. The scene instantly cuts to Wednesday, September 25th at an MPW house show in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. “Reborn” by Damageplan blasts through the arena as “The Samurai” Shaun Cross makes his much anticipated return to the ring. With a microphone in his hand, Shaun begins to speak as he walks down the ramp.]
SC: Ladies and germs, how the hell are ya?!
[Shaun yells into the mic, much to the massive pop of the raucous crowd.]
I’ll tell ya, Baton Rouge…It’s damn good to be back home…I’m sure some of you know through the internet, that I went through a pretty rough ordeal involving a very close friend of mine. I decided it was time for a break. I stayed at the man’s side for months, watching his career and his life fall down around him...
[Shaun gets serious for a moment and nods slowly before bringing the excitement back.]
But tonight! My head’s clear, I’ve never been more ready for a match! Louisia-…
[Shaun’s mic rudely gets cut off as the crowd pops, wondering what’s happening. Suddenly the lights all shut off as the eerie singing of a distorted church choir begins to echo throughout the building. In the dark, Shaun turns his attention to the stage as a single blood-red light shines down onto the center, smoke billowing from the floor of the entire arena. The lights snap on again as the guitar riff of “Sinner” by Drowning Pool hits the audience in the chest like a sledgehammer. The crowd goes insane, seeing a six-foot six thug brooding behind Cross, leaned up against the ropes…Waiting.]
Very funny guys…
[Shaun chuckles as he turns around, wide eyed at the monster before him. Without warning, Zero springs off the ropes, surprisingly quick for a big man, catching Shaun in the mouth with a massive bicycle kick…Dropped like a sack of potatoes. Struggling to get his bearings and get to his feet, Shaun slowly shakes off the boot. Zero grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Always a fighter, on the rebound, Shaun is able to duck under Zeros sleeve-tattooed arm, bouncing off the ropes once more hitting the big man with a quite ineffective closeline. Taken aback, Shaun runs and springs off the ropes once more, trying again. This time on the way back, Shaun’s not so lucky, getting caught in an almost Flapjack type maneuver before Zero delivers a damn near decapitating European uppercut as Shaun’s in mid fall. Zero grins wickedly as Shaun lands on the mat in a heap. The twisted being glares out into the crowd and nods slowly to a shocked reaction. He grabs Shaun and picks him up to his feet, throwing him into a turnbuckle and slowly walking after him. After a few powerful hooks to the body have connected, Zero backs up. With a step and a jump, he delivers another crippling bicycle kick to the face. Chants of "Samurai, Samurai" are heard throughout the crowd. Zero delivers another maniacal laugh and shakes his head, picking up Shaun once more. He bends him over and picks him up in a Powerbomb position. The "Samurai" chants quickly turn to a baragge of "No's" and yells of "Don't do it!" Cross' body slams into the mat with a sickening splat at the hands of the violent jacknife powerbomb. Zero seems nothing but pleased with himself as he bends to the mic up off the mat, inches from Shaun’s limp, unconscious body. Zero says nothing with the microphone at his mouth. That hauntingly evil laughter fills the airwaves as the scene fades out slowly.]
[The next scene slowly fades in on a broken stained-glass window. The camera pans to show Zero behind a rotting wooden podium in an abandoned church. Most of the pews are empty, though Zero sees “friends”, hanging on his every word, clamoring for more.]
Zero: My brethren, the divine revolution has begun! No longer will this “MPW Nation” need suffer! This virus, this…cancer that is Millennium Pro Wrestling will be shaken to its core and eradicated! Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers I have SEEN the way of this vision and I for one will not rest…Until It comes to fruition. My friends WE will burn this establishment to ashes! Through the dust and debris, not a trace of what once was will be found!
[Zero takes a breath and nods slowly.]
It’ll all happen soon enough…But first…All I’ve heard about this week is Grover Banks and Matt $tone…I hear that Grover Banks believes there is hope for this world…This world full of sick, animalistic, deranged, hopelessness…? There is hope, Grover…There's hope for MPW…The ONLY hope for MPW and the world for that matter is…Me. I AM the revolutionary that this life so desperately needs.
[The madman suddenly, sharply points to a spot in the middle row of pews.]
Amen my brother, yes! Exactly right! I DID rid MPW of one of its more…Dare I say “colorful” characters. Shaun Cross has gone the way of his nickname! The Samurai is extinct!
[Zero pauses for a moment, losing his train of thought for just a second.]
MATT $TONE! You call yourself a straight shooter! You call yourself a name dropper! You call yourself the abdominal snowman! $tone, the only name being dropped this Sunday is yours. I can guarantee you’ve never been dropped as hard. Just like Shaun Cross before you two days ago, you along with Grover Banks will witness…A truly! Vulgar Display!
[Zero takes a deep breath and nods, basking in the adulation of his “followers” as the camera zooms out and the scene fades The final scene starts on Sunday the 29th, in the parking lot of the Honda Center in Anaheim, California. We see Zero in his entrance attire of Long, dark shorts, black knee pads and wrestling boots, wrapped hands and a heavy metal t-shirt. He stares at the camera with a deranged look in his eye, a sinister grin on his face as the shot eratically switched back and forth between his grin and his all too fond memory of the shocking assault on MPW veteran, Shaun Cross.]
Zero: It's been a long time coming...But FINALLY, the night is upon us! The night that marks the beginning of a NEW MPW! Brothers and sisters of this, the California chapter of the revolution! This is the night that the evisceration of this insect colony known as Millennium Pro Wrestling begins! Shaun Cross was only a sour taste and a bitter glimpse of what's to come...
[Zero begins to walk toward the door into the arena]
Mackey Boyd! You and I...Come from very similar...Yet vastly different walks of life. Growing up only an hour apart geographically, yet as seperate and distant as the sun from the Earth. I'm intrigued to see how in just minutes, we work together.
[Zero gets quiet, still never losing his intensity.]
Grover...Matt...They don't have have anything on us. They haven't lived the way we've lived, how we've lived...I'm doing great things...WE could do great things...See you boys in the ring.
[Zero enters the building and steps up to the curtain, waiting to walk out as the evil sounding choir distortedly rattles through the speakers, beginning his "revolution" he so enthusiastically speaks of as the final scene fades to black.]