Post by scofield on Jan 5, 2014 17:18:28 GMT -5
“You Know What They Say”
MPW Promo #1
Stefan Lajoie/Hawk vs. Real Steel
The bright red light at the top right of the screen lights up from the darkness, and we know that we are recording.
The camera slowly fades up, and we see what looks like a living room. There’s a laptop on the coffee table that lies in front of a couch, there’s a decent sized television, and there’s a DVD player with a dvd case on it. We can’t make it out from here, though.
Stefan looks into the camera, and we see his face peek over the top.
“Oops. I always hate being my own camera man.”
Stefan chuckles to himself as he goes to lounge on the couch.
“It’s always a nice, relaxing day when MPW doesn’t stop their talent from shitting on your twitter feed. Shows why I hate, absolutely hate twitter, and why I think its use for one wrestler is absolutely atrocious.”
Stefan sighs.
“In any case, I think Hawk, Kayley and I proved what we said we were trying to do at Uncivil War. We aren’t here to win titles, we aren’t here for the glory of being in the main event, we aren’t here to make you question your beliefs about the system or everything you’ve ever known: we are here to light a fire under your asses. Even if this company is closing its doors soon, that is no reason to get lazy.”
Funny, the guy who is relaxing on the couch is the guy saying that.
“Now, I know how this looks, I’m relaxing on a couch the day before a tag team match, but this is all very crucial. See, when I got the text from MPW that I had a tag team match this week, I got curious. And when I saw that I was teaming with Hawk, I smiled. We have some history, and Hawk and I will always get along as a team. And when I saw our opponents, well, I had to do two extra things, in addition to train this week. Number one, I had to go rent “Real Steel” the movie, starring Hugh Jackman, and I had to go online and find an old game that I used to love, One Must Fall.”
Stefan rises to his feet and moves to the TV and DVD player. He holds up the DVD case, and yep, it’s Real Steel.
“You see, names mean a lot of thing in this business. And, to say that this is what I thought of first when I saw who I was facing, well, that’d be the truth. I thought I was going to have to face off with a movie. But, I’m sure these guys thought of that, so maybe they are trying to make the comparison that way: they aren’t just any tag team or pair of wrestlers, maybe they are robotic wrestlers, maybe they are cyborgs, and they are unstoppable wrestling machines who don’t tap out, they don’t quit, they don’t ever say die?”
Stefan chuckles.
“I played that part once. I played the “WAR Machine” for a little while. It was fun, it was cute, but fact is, it just doesn’t work. Once you lose, even if you look great in defeat, it’s really hard to keep that appearance up. So, for one, I really hope these guys don’t think they are machines, cyborgs, or unstoppable, because fact is, Hawk and I will prove those beliefs false to a tee.”
Stefan walks casually over to the laptop and opens it up. It opens up in the old Microsoft DOS program.
C:\>OMF\omf.exe
The game loads up, and after a few long seconds of loading, Stefan speaks up.
“You’ll have to excuse the game, it’s old. I mean, this game came out in 1994, it’s that old. But, for all intents and purposes, the game is still leaps and bounds beyond what many fighting games wish they were today.”
One Must Fall.
“Basically, it’s a game set in the future, where instead of wrestlers doing the job and fighting each other, robots do it. And instead of pins or submissions, matches are won like they would be in boxing, by knockout. It’s a neat little game, very niche, and the story is pretty solid. All about the science behind creating such machines, the risk of using a human mind in the machine…”
Stefan stares out into nothingness for a moment, lost in the ideals that one game could hold.
“It’s just a game, though, and sometimes games don’t become reality. Just like movies, television shows, and books. And just like in all of the fantasy that you may have read, Real Steel, life doesn’t have a happy ending. Especially when you step into the ring with Hawk and I.”
Stefan walks back to the camera. He grabs the camera and lifts it out of the tripod, and walks along with it.
“You see, Real Steel, you’re a tag team, and I’m sure you’ll have lots of interesting and neat things to say. Like, oh, Stefan and Hawk, you two are from another company, you have no business being here and taking roster spots from people who deserve it. Well, if that’s what you wanna say, boys, then meet us in the ring. Because we aren’t here to talk big about our past company, hell, the fact that MPW labeled us “Team PWU” at Uncivil War even took us by surprise. Sure, that was our little joke, but we aren’t here to talk them up. We are here, in MPW, for two reasons.”
Stefan tries to get the camera to face him straight on.
“We’re here to light a fire under every ass in MPW. Kurt Newman didn’t bring us in as some sort of insurance policy, he didn’t bring us in as back up, and Kurt Newman, try as he might, didn’t bring us in to be his attack dogs. We are here to show MPW that even if the curtain call is coming soon, you don’t skimp out, you don’t get lazy, you don’t play the cowards way out. MPW, we are a fire that you can’t take lightly. We don’t want title shots, we don’t care about records, we don’t care about the glory. We are here to give your talent the boost that it needs to go to the next level. Because when those doors close, where will you go? What will you do? Are you going to sit in hiding, because MPW faded away? Or are you going to follow the people that made an example, are you going to follow the people that caught your attention, lit a fire under your ass, and challenged you to do better than you ever thought was possible?”
Stefan smirks.
“Real Steel, that’s who we are. That is what we are here to do. If you think you can handle that, fine, great, be my guest. But I don’t care about whining, I don’t care about bitching, and I don’t care about being called “second rate” by two people who don’t know me. Show me that you’re willing to take another step, show me that you’re willing to do something that hasn’t been done before, and then maybe I’ll actually show you how to win a match.”
Stefan puts the camera on the coffee table, looking up at him.
“That is, if you even know how as a tag team. Hawk and I… well, we may not have the tag team title glory like some folks around, but I guarantee you, we have more experience as a team than most you will ever come across do. Real Steel, bring it. Because if you don’t, well, you know what they say…”
One must fall.
Fade out.
MPW Promo #1
Stefan Lajoie/Hawk vs. Real Steel
The bright red light at the top right of the screen lights up from the darkness, and we know that we are recording.
The camera slowly fades up, and we see what looks like a living room. There’s a laptop on the coffee table that lies in front of a couch, there’s a decent sized television, and there’s a DVD player with a dvd case on it. We can’t make it out from here, though.
Stefan looks into the camera, and we see his face peek over the top.
“Oops. I always hate being my own camera man.”
Stefan chuckles to himself as he goes to lounge on the couch.
“It’s always a nice, relaxing day when MPW doesn’t stop their talent from shitting on your twitter feed. Shows why I hate, absolutely hate twitter, and why I think its use for one wrestler is absolutely atrocious.”
Stefan sighs.
“In any case, I think Hawk, Kayley and I proved what we said we were trying to do at Uncivil War. We aren’t here to win titles, we aren’t here for the glory of being in the main event, we aren’t here to make you question your beliefs about the system or everything you’ve ever known: we are here to light a fire under your asses. Even if this company is closing its doors soon, that is no reason to get lazy.”
Funny, the guy who is relaxing on the couch is the guy saying that.
“Now, I know how this looks, I’m relaxing on a couch the day before a tag team match, but this is all very crucial. See, when I got the text from MPW that I had a tag team match this week, I got curious. And when I saw that I was teaming with Hawk, I smiled. We have some history, and Hawk and I will always get along as a team. And when I saw our opponents, well, I had to do two extra things, in addition to train this week. Number one, I had to go rent “Real Steel” the movie, starring Hugh Jackman, and I had to go online and find an old game that I used to love, One Must Fall.”
Stefan rises to his feet and moves to the TV and DVD player. He holds up the DVD case, and yep, it’s Real Steel.
“You see, names mean a lot of thing in this business. And, to say that this is what I thought of first when I saw who I was facing, well, that’d be the truth. I thought I was going to have to face off with a movie. But, I’m sure these guys thought of that, so maybe they are trying to make the comparison that way: they aren’t just any tag team or pair of wrestlers, maybe they are robotic wrestlers, maybe they are cyborgs, and they are unstoppable wrestling machines who don’t tap out, they don’t quit, they don’t ever say die?”
Stefan chuckles.
“I played that part once. I played the “WAR Machine” for a little while. It was fun, it was cute, but fact is, it just doesn’t work. Once you lose, even if you look great in defeat, it’s really hard to keep that appearance up. So, for one, I really hope these guys don’t think they are machines, cyborgs, or unstoppable, because fact is, Hawk and I will prove those beliefs false to a tee.”
Stefan walks casually over to the laptop and opens it up. It opens up in the old Microsoft DOS program.
C:\>OMF\omf.exe
The game loads up, and after a few long seconds of loading, Stefan speaks up.
“You’ll have to excuse the game, it’s old. I mean, this game came out in 1994, it’s that old. But, for all intents and purposes, the game is still leaps and bounds beyond what many fighting games wish they were today.”
One Must Fall.
“Basically, it’s a game set in the future, where instead of wrestlers doing the job and fighting each other, robots do it. And instead of pins or submissions, matches are won like they would be in boxing, by knockout. It’s a neat little game, very niche, and the story is pretty solid. All about the science behind creating such machines, the risk of using a human mind in the machine…”
Stefan stares out into nothingness for a moment, lost in the ideals that one game could hold.
“It’s just a game, though, and sometimes games don’t become reality. Just like movies, television shows, and books. And just like in all of the fantasy that you may have read, Real Steel, life doesn’t have a happy ending. Especially when you step into the ring with Hawk and I.”
Stefan walks back to the camera. He grabs the camera and lifts it out of the tripod, and walks along with it.
“You see, Real Steel, you’re a tag team, and I’m sure you’ll have lots of interesting and neat things to say. Like, oh, Stefan and Hawk, you two are from another company, you have no business being here and taking roster spots from people who deserve it. Well, if that’s what you wanna say, boys, then meet us in the ring. Because we aren’t here to talk big about our past company, hell, the fact that MPW labeled us “Team PWU” at Uncivil War even took us by surprise. Sure, that was our little joke, but we aren’t here to talk them up. We are here, in MPW, for two reasons.”
Stefan tries to get the camera to face him straight on.
“We’re here to light a fire under every ass in MPW. Kurt Newman didn’t bring us in as some sort of insurance policy, he didn’t bring us in as back up, and Kurt Newman, try as he might, didn’t bring us in to be his attack dogs. We are here to show MPW that even if the curtain call is coming soon, you don’t skimp out, you don’t get lazy, you don’t play the cowards way out. MPW, we are a fire that you can’t take lightly. We don’t want title shots, we don’t care about records, we don’t care about the glory. We are here to give your talent the boost that it needs to go to the next level. Because when those doors close, where will you go? What will you do? Are you going to sit in hiding, because MPW faded away? Or are you going to follow the people that made an example, are you going to follow the people that caught your attention, lit a fire under your ass, and challenged you to do better than you ever thought was possible?”
Stefan smirks.
“Real Steel, that’s who we are. That is what we are here to do. If you think you can handle that, fine, great, be my guest. But I don’t care about whining, I don’t care about bitching, and I don’t care about being called “second rate” by two people who don’t know me. Show me that you’re willing to take another step, show me that you’re willing to do something that hasn’t been done before, and then maybe I’ll actually show you how to win a match.”
Stefan puts the camera on the coffee table, looking up at him.
“That is, if you even know how as a tag team. Hawk and I… well, we may not have the tag team title glory like some folks around, but I guarantee you, we have more experience as a team than most you will ever come across do. Real Steel, bring it. Because if you don’t, well, you know what they say…”
One must fall.
Fade out.