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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 04:50 PM (100 Views) | |
| realdeal | Dec 17 2009, 04:50 PM Post #1 |
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CZW's Pinnacle of Perfection
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The scene begins with the camera showing a door opening. The camera shows a dark room, and in the middle of the dark room is a metal folding chair. The cameraman walks over and sets up so that the focus of the camera is the metal folding chair. The door opens and closes again, and a figure walks in view of the camera. The man sets a shiney brifecase down next to the chair, and he takes a seat. The cameraman adjusts the camera's focus, and the figure becomes clear. Sitting in the chair is "The Real Deal" Rob Wright. He unsrews the cap to a bottle of water and takes a sip. He places the cap back on and sets it down next to him. He looks up at the cameraman, who is giving him the signal that they're shooting. Rob looks into the camera. Rob Wright: Before I get to my opponent this week I wanna apologize for my actions last week. Sawyer, I know you had the match won. I know it was selfish of me to make the blind tag and steal the win, but before the match I had a meeting with Jesse. And he told me that if I can get the deciding victory...Iwould get a shot at the CZW TV Title, and I took him up on his little proposal. Sawyer...I look forward to facing you at the Pay Per View. May the best man win. Now, on to Tim Timmons. Rob pulls out a cigarette and places it in his mouth. He strikes a match and lights the cigarette. He takes a drag and exhales before continuing Rob Wright: Tim, you ask why i deserve to be in this this match. let's see...maybe it's because i have been busting my ass since i stepped foot in a CZW ring, or maybe it's because someone finally realized that unless it's the Ultraviolent/Hardcore Title. Tim Timmons is never gonna win a singles title. Let me repeat that so it sinks in, Tim. I know you've taken quite a few shots to the head over your career. Tim Timmons is never gonna win a singles title. This week, I'm gonna go out there and do what I do best...something you don't know a whole lot about...WIN. Ever since I stepped away from your pathetic excuse of a stable. I've been saying that Rob Wright is better than Tim Timmons, and now I finally get the chance to prove it. Not only do I get the chance to beat you this week, but I also get the chance to beat you at the PPV. Remember when I said that I will become CZW World Heavyweight Champion before you? Well...just to prove how much I am better than you. I am also gonna become the CZW Television Champion before you, You've been trying to win that title for how long now? LIke three...four months? I'm gonna win it being a contender for like three weeks. Rob looks down and picks up the bottle of water. He unscrews the cap and takes a sip. He twists the cap back on and places it down by his feet. He returns his focus back to the camera. Rob Wright: Now that I think about it. There's something bothering me about how you approached this little plan of yours. I understand the reasoning behind the whole take out the biggest dog in the yard. But that's only if you have the skills to do so, and let's face it...you don't. Then you tried the more methodical approach. Start at the bottom and work your way up, but even then. You failed to achieve success. I got a question for you, Tim. Rob takes another sip from the water bottle and places it on the floor. Rob Wright: Has the thought of your career spiraling downward sunk in yet? Has it, Tim? If it hasn't. It will soon. Now...Now it's my turn to ask you, Tim. What makes you so damn worthy of all these titles shots? Seriously...how does a washed up, self proclaimed legend like yourself keep getting these title shots? By the way...the last time I checked. Losing matches all the time doesn't qualify you for legendary status.To be honest, it doesn't really matter how many title shots you get. You're never gonna win becuase you don't have what it takes to be a champion. I thought you would have learned that when time after time Cage Stryker showed that you're not World Championship material. Does anyone else find it funny that CZW was going through it's darkest days while Tim Timmons was the top contender for the CZW World Heavyweight Title? I thought it would end there, but no. Being the stubborn man that you are. You had to prove that you were worthy of holding a title. So...up next, Godzilla Sawyer and the CZW Television Championship. Another title that you have failed to capture. Do you see the trend here, Tim? Everytime you claim to do something...you fail. Just like when you said that The Next Generation was gonna dominate the CZW? You recently said that The Next Generation was a dominate force in the CZW. That was true, but the only reason it's true is because I used The Next Generation as my launch pad to success. I got mine and then I got out. Because I saw The Next Generation for what it truely was, a sinking ship, and it was sinking fast. So...I guess we can call The Next Generation another Tim Timmons failure. He takes another drag from the cigarette and exhales before continuing. Rob Wright: You did make a point, Tim. I have never walked out with the win in a main event match, but the same can be said about you. How many repeated attempts have you had to win the CZW Heavyweight Title? There have been so many that I lost count. When I cash in my Money in the Bank briefcase. It will only take me one more shot to win the CZW Heavyweight Title. That's the difference between us. I learn from my losses. That elimination chamber was a tremendous opportunity that I failed to capitalize on, but I learned from it. I learned what it's gonna take to win the CZW Heavyweight Title, and that's the greatest match of my life. Rob takes another drag from the cigarette and flicks the ashes onto the floor. Rob Wright: Now...on to an even bigger piece of trash. Mountain Man. You wanna call me a joke? I'm a waste of money? Have you looked in the mirror lately, buddy? What have you done in your career? A couple months as the Ultraviolent Championship, and as soon as Brian Kirkland decided that he wanted that title back. He came in and ended your pitiful reign as Ultraviolent Champion. You say I got lucky when I won the Money in the Bank briefcase. Well, what you call luck...I call skill. What's gonna be the excuse when I beat Timmons this week? By the time I'm through with him...you're gonna need a nose job. I heard you say that your gonna be at ringside to witness me beat your "mentor's" ass, Josh. That's cool. I have no problem with that, but stick your nose where it doesn't belong, and I will personally put it back where it does belong...straight up Tim Timmons' ass. You know that's not normal...right? A grown man is NOT supposed to walk aroud with his nose up another man's ass. The point is...I don't care who is gonna be at ringside. Mountain Man...Carnage...The President...The Pope. The result is gonna be the same. Tim Timmons gets beat in the middle of the ring. One...Two...Three!!! Rob gets out of the metal folding chair and walks away as the camera fades. Fade To Black |
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