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| A Nasty State of the Union.; First Dub-Z RP for 5 man battle royale! | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 15 2008, 05:18 PM (86 Views) | |
| bignasty | Oct 15 2008, 05:18 PM Post #1 |
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**The scene opens up on the inside of a small room, where a podium is set up on the far wall. There is a small amount of space for reporters, but the room is completely empty. On the podium, there is a crest. It looks like a podium that the President of the United States would present his State of the Union Address on. The crest is black and red, with gold outlines. There is a championship belt in the middle of the crest, with red words that circle around it. The words read "In Nasty We Trust," and "The Living Legend." On the back wall, there is a black curtain, with a couple of different logos dotted across it. The cZw logo is the most apparent, then there is the Nasty Inc. logo, which is something new to the background in Big Nasty promos, then there is of course, the UnderArmour logo in red letters. After moments of the caemera being focused on the podium, two men in black suits with black ties and black Ray Ban sun glasses walk into the room. The do a sweep of the room, and then walk up to the door, positioning one on each side of the door.** Suit #1: Area Secure. **The first suit looks over to the other suit positioned on the other side of the door. The two nod, and the second suit lifts his hand to his face, and starts speaking into his cuff.** Suit #2: It's safe to deliver the package....I repeat perimeter is clear, it is safe to deliver the package. **There is a moment of silence, then some feedback.** Transmition: 10-4, the package is in the box. I repeat, the package is in the box. ETA 2 minutes. **The two men look to each other, and then nod. They stand at the door with their arms crossed, awaiting for the backage. Several minutes pass by, when the door opens. Another man with black Ray Bans on pokes his head through the door. He looks at the two men, and nods. The door opens widely, and two suits walk through the door, followed by Big Nasty, followed by two more suits. Big Nasty has made quite a change, going from a dirty blonde hair, to straight black. He has his hair pulled back into a pony tail, and it is slicked. He has a very nice Armani suit on, it is a slate grey with a lighter great pinstripe. He has a blue collared shirt on underneath the jacket, and a silver and blue tie. He is wearing a very nice Gold Rolex on his left wrist, and brown Joe Madden shoes on his feet. He walks over to the podium, and stands behind it. The four gentlemen who escorted the Nasty Man into the room now stand next to him, two on each side. On the oposite side of the room, a door opens up. A man that is balding, with a black hair in a pony tail, a black turtle neck, and black tight pants with black crocks on steps into the room.** Man: Are you ready Mr. Nasty? **Big Nasty nods his head, and the man opens to door. A production crew walks into the room, and gets ready. They set up lights, and get the camera into position. After about two minutes, the room is ready to go.** Man: Ok, we're going to begin in three...two...-- **The man who looks to be the director of the promo puts up his index finger, and then points to Nasty. Nasty looks into the camera, and stares with intent in his eyes. He clears his throat.** Big Nasty: Good Evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Nasty State of the Union. concerning occurances that have taken place in the past, I am here to talk with you about the state of the cZw, after the major screw job that took place last week on Assault. After beating the ever loving crap out of a foe that I have gotten to know very well, and both of us grabbing and retreiving the contract that was on the pole, the match should have continued. Jesse Montana came to the ring, and "fired" us. He took offense to the fact that we wanted to leave. Well Jesse, I'm here to tell you that it didn't matter if you fired me or not, I would have been going to War Zone any way. You can demoralize me, you can throw me your best, but you have to understand one thing. I am Big Nasty, I am the Livng Legend, and I am one of cZw's major money makers. While under your command, I have had my success, and I have had my failures. I have to say that I thank you for giving me the chance to show what I really am. It is because of you that I attained the Intercontinental Championship. If you had not put me in that match against Mack, who knows where I'd be? But it is also because of you that I was held back. The cZw had tried so hard to keep me down. I am the premier talent here in the cZw, and they hampered me with bad tag team partner after bad tag team partner. I broke out of the funk that you all put me into, and continued my dominance as a wrestler, going undefeated for several months in singles competition. The moral of the story Jesse, is that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you cannot hold the Nasty Man down! **Big Nasty reaches onto the podium, and pulls out a glass of water. He takes a drink, and looks back into the camera.** Big Nasty: You see Jesse, I have friends in very very high places, and I left Assault for a reason. They are at the top of the ranks as it goes with wrestling shows, and you are a cocky son of a bitch. You needed to get a kick in the nuts! Me leaving...one of your top drawers leaving for the competition was just the kick in the nuts you needed. You could have been classy about it, but thats not you at all is it Jesse? You aren't classy, you're just a pompous ass! You've had a long reign as the World Heavyweight Champion, and you're the GM of Assault, you have too much power, and it's time that somebody smacked you in the forehead and put you in the ditch that you belong in. Jesse, here is your warning, I've got the opportunity of a life time here in the Dub-Z, because they know that I am that damn good! Derek Damage put me in the World Heavyweight Title Contenders match because he sees what I'm good for. He knows that I am World Heavyweight Championship material, so beware Jesse, because at Horrorcore, you'll be looking into the face of the man that you tried to put down. I'm a dangerous animal, but you would know that if you had the balls to actually challenge me! **Big Nasty looks down at some papers on the podium. He begins to smile, and nod his head. He looks up at the camera.** Big Nasty: On to more important and pressing items. That means the main event for the Dub-Z this Thursday. It is a match of epic proportions, because you have El Pablo, Matt Covey, Ronnie McNeil, Eric Collum, and the Living Legend himself, Big Nasty! These are some of the top draws in the business today, and people that I know can challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship. I have to say, looking at the competition, and by competition I mean El Pablo and Eric Collum, I have my work cut out for me. If I understand the rules right, the top two competitors advance to Horrocore to meet Jesse Montana and Matt Stylez. Thats pretty good odds. That means that I only have to be the second to last person in the ring! Now, we all know all I do is strive for excellence, and being number two just doesn't work for me, so I'm going to take advantage of my shot to be the next Dub-H-C. I'm going to take out the competition, so that noone but myself makes it out of the match. So lets talk about Ronnie McNeil, the man who proclaims himself as "Your Livng Legend." Man, what a crock of shit! He's just trying to play to the crowd. Ronnie...bro...I see right through you. You're trying to get people to like you, because you're not that talented of a wrestler. You're not a man that can make things happen. Your only chance of being a top draw is to appeal to the fans...just like and everyman. Well Ronnie, everyman doesn't win Championship Gold, they just settle for the standards. That seems like thats what you're comfortable with, and that is the standard...or should I say sub-standard. But I have to say that I'm really concerned about you Ronnie. I've seen you in the backstage area, talking really down about yourself. You haven't been the most winning superstar in the past couple of matches, and you've been talking about how you can't win a match. I feel bad for you buddy, because you can't win a match, and you're stepping into a ring, where you're not even going to be a contender! I can see it now, headlines in the news. "cZw Superstar Found Dead in Lockerroom; Sources Link Death to Steroid Use." It will be a sad story, and it will outrage a nation, but we all know it wasn't steroids, it was the fact that you couldn't win a match, and you were set up for doom. I mean, somebody upstairs must really hate you, because they just want to see you flounder. Ronnie, plain and simple, you look like a fisht out of water! Give it up now, and jump back in the pond before it's too late! **Big Nasty looks up at the camera, to see that the director is freaking out. Big Nasty gives him a dirty look, as if to say "Quit interrupting my promo!"** Director: CUT...CUT!!!! Big Nasty, what are you doing? Big Nasty: I'm running my promo you ANUS! Director: You're not going on script, you're not supposed to put him down like that. We're trying to hit a younger demographic! You can't talk about suicide in your promo, because you're going to scare the children away. The parents won't let them watch the show anymore! Big Nasty: Look you piece of garbage. I was a kid back in the day, back in the glory days of wrestling, when Sable would take off her top, and you saw titties almost every pay-per-view. Do you think my parents wanted me watching that? NO! But guess what, I was a kid, and I watched it anyway! Nobody cares what the parents think, and if they are in the key demographic, where you uncle is your daddy and your brother too, do you think they care what their kids watch. They live in a trailer for christ's sake! When the parents bump uglies on the couch, the kids are watching TV on the love seat! Get real, this is MY promo, and I'll run it how I want to! **The Director looks highly angry with Big Nasty, he walks up to the podium, but before he can reach the Big Man, the body guards step in front of the podium, stopping the director from advancing any futher.** Director: Oh that's just great, you're supposed to be such a big bad wrestler, but you have to have your cronies come out and stop a 5'9" 150 pound man. Really tough Nasty...really tough. **The two suits look back to Big Nasty, who is steaming with anger. He motions for them to move, they nod, and get out of the way. The director walks up to Big Nasty, and starts poking him in the chest.** Director: LOOK NASTY! I'm the director, I'm here to make your promos look good, and appeal to our demographic, you WILL listen to me! **Big Nasty never looked at the director the whole time he was talking. All he was paying attention to was the finger that was poking into his chest. Big Nasty then explodes! He grabs the director by the neck. The body guards move away as Big Nasty lifts the scrawny director up in the air. He walks across the room, to an electrical table, and just slams the director through it. A lady begins screaming, as the man begins to get electrocuted because of the exposed circuits. Big Nasty spits on him and walks away talking to himself.** Big Nasty: Fool tries to tell me what to do. I'm Big Nasty, I run my own ship! DON'T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO! **Big Nasty gets behind the podium once again, and takes a drink of water. He fixes his hair, and dusts off his suit. He looks into the camera, and adjusts his tie.** Big Nasty: Now, where was I? Oh yes, lets talk about Matt Covey. He's just a piece of garbage. I remember talking to him once, and he told me that he was not interested in titles, he just wanted to beat the crap out of people. This is the man who drove Ed Covey, one of my favorite personalities out of the cZw. Matt, good luck trying to get into the ring, when you have an attitude like that. The worry that I have for you, is that you'll be another Jesse Montana, and let your power go to your head. You're the GM or co-GM of the Dub-Z, and you want to go for the Heavyweight Championship. I woudln't even try man, it's not worth your time. That leads me to a man that I have been in the ring with before, his name is Eric Collum. I have a lot of respect for you bro, because you have stepped into the ring, and you have beaten me. You're a great competitor, but I don't know if you're World Heavyweight Championship material. I mean, you would make a great X Champion, but you're not even a Heavyweight, at least not as I remember you. Look, you might want to stay on your own level buddy, you might not want to step into this, because you're going to be getting into a ring of fire that you're not prepared for. It's a great day to think that you are thought of so highly. I mean to be put into a match with me, and be going for the WHC, but do you really think you have a shot. I respect you, but even if you make it into the top two, you won't have a chance against the other two animals that will be in the ring. Jesse and Matt are on a whole different level. They are vicious, and will take advantage of any opportunity they can get! Can you really stand in the ring with that? Jesse will cheat you so quick, you won't even know what happened! Can you really stand in a ring with them, and compete blow to blow...toe to toe? I really don't think so, but I look forward to getting in the ring with you buddy. It's a little chance for some revenge, because the Big Man doesn't like losing to the likes of a chump like you! Good luck in the ring buddy, and don't get your feelings hurt, when I'm standing in the winner's circle tomorrow night! **Big Nasty cranes his neck to the left and to the right, popping his neck on both sides. He stretches, and yawns quickly before returning to his promo.** Big Nasty: Ooh, sorry, I'm just getting bored with this. But this next person that I have to face in my match is no push over. He is a man that I respect highly. He is the longest reigning champion in the cZw. Now, lets just disregard that it was the X Championship, and that there was no real competition for that title. I mean, we'll give the man the gold star that he wants so bad, but EP what have you done for me lately man? I mean, yeah you held the X Title for umpteenth months, but really man, besides your tag team with Ace, you really haven't accomplished much in this fed. I know that you're looking for your big shot here in the cZw, and believe me brother, I more than anybody know that you deserve it! I would love nothing more than to be sitting with you in the ring, as we are the last two competitors in the 5 man battle royale! I know you have th push and drive to do it, but can you throw your weight around? I'm stuck in a mtach with two quick guys, and that kind of worries me. Wait, what am I saying? That doesn't worry me one bit! In fact, that makes me happy, because these chumps are going to be flying tomorrow night! But it won't be from the top turnbuckle! And they won't be connecting with any opponents, they'll just be eating canvas all night, and wiping the hard cement with their face. EP, man, I wish you good lucky, I really don't have much bad to say about you. Honestly, like I said, of all the chumps in this competition, at least I respect you! It will be a great match, and I'll be standing there with you side by side as we enter into Horrorcore. And I'll be looking down on you, as my arm is raised in victory. Good luck, and be ready for defeat! **Big Nasty signals to the suits that he is ready to leave. He walks to the door, being escorted by the four suits. As he leaves, the suit tha was standing by the door speaks into his cuff again.** Suit #2: The package has left the building...I repeat, the package has left the building. **The scene fades to black** |
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