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Ramble Ramble.. Pause... More Ramble; Event Horizon MITB RP
Topic Started: Dec 19 2012, 01:43 AM (141 Views)
Corbin
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#BEECAGE

[The Tokyo Dome, a venue much larger than anything Ward is used to. In his short time with CZW it's been a collection of halls and small arenas. This, the vast size and number of seats, was beyond his imagination. He stands in the ring, the CZW and NJAW banners and logos providing ample decoration. The simple tie-less suit his attire, with a Union Jack pin-badge on the left lappel. Ladders stand around ringside, as they shall at Event Horizon for the match Ward partakes in.]

(Ward): Kone-itchy-wah from Japan. That's how you say it, right?

[A confirmatory 'close enough' comes from behind the camera]

(Ward): So here it is. The inevitable promo surrounded by ladders that you expect before a money in the bank match. Line after line about rising above, climbing the steps to success, and taking down a guaranteed title shot. Metaphors and similes following insinuation and suggestion. All in the hope of getting into the head of an opponent.

Not for me thank-you very muchly.

[A sneer at a ringside ladder]

(Ward): Instead of running down the opponents, let's look at the prizes they could go on to. Least likely, the television title. No disrespect to Kaid or Jigga, but why waste a gold-plated opportunity on the bottom of the pile. Which, in some ways, makes you the best target, as you'll not be expecting a boot to the back.

[Ward begins to pace around the ring, the camera circling inside the ropes to keep up]

(Ward): Then there's the mid-range belts. X-Division and Intercontinental. I could see Mr Attic going after the former should he win, while no doubt the Uprising would target the latter, especially if held by my fellow Wayward Son. Hell, maybe I'd step up for it, pre-announced of course. Mikey versus myself would tear down any house. Or maybe I could join with Newsome to take those tag titles. We seem to work well together, which should be in our favour.

[A pause for breath before the inevitable final title]

(Ward): And then there was one. The one that I'm calling now, will be either in the hands of either the Uprising or CZW poster-figure by the end of the night. The one pie we Wayward Sons haven't been allowed our hands in, further proving our unfair treatment statement. Yet, after Event Horizon, when me and Newsome show why we're best aligned, we'll stand a chance to change that. To further show CZW they should have come to us, or to take so quickly from The Uprising what they desire most. You see..

[Daniel leans back into the corner, crossing one leg over the other]

(Ward): Ryan Shane and his merry men, are far from on one hymnsheet. The CZW front wouldn't work as one even if they were chained together. Meaning at Event Horizon, right here in this very ring, it's two men, against four individuals. More one sided than the Arsenal game from the weekend.

[Ward rolls his shoulders, then pops out from the corner]

(Ward): While I'd rather this was a wrestling contest, pure skill and athleticism, I'll take my chances and earn my shot.

[Dead centre of the ring, Ward stops to stare down the camera. Taking some shades from inside his jacket he places them on the end of his nose]

(Ward): That, you can bank on.

[Using a solitary finger on his right hand he pushes them up his nose into position, walking from the ring as the camera fades to black]

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[Ward strides into the gorilla position, and is met by a surprise]

(Finnegan): Not bad lad. Yer think yer can win?

[Finnegan, worried that Ward hadn't been home in a while, had flown out, ready to offer advice, and to see his best student in the big dance]

(Ward): Think I can win? No. I don't. I know I can win. I have no choice but to. The whole re-birth, re-branding after the whole 'Prophecy' crap... Would mean nothing if I fail the second time. I let you down once, I can't do it again. I just can't.

[Passion, desire, and fear all flash across Ward's face. Showing Richard that he means it. This match, while not the end of the world, is the chance Daniel needed to show what he can really do. While the conditions may not be favourable, it's the chances taken that will determine the outcome]

(Finnegan): I have faith in yer. All t'boys do. Now get yer bags. That young filly Jess is ahtside wi' a taxi. We're gunna go fer a lunch us three. Hopefully get some sense inta that thick skull.

[Ward smiles, unable to stop himself. Richard gives him a pair of firm pats on the shoulder, before walking off ahead. Daniel picks up his bag, shaking his head. Things are starting to look up.. And hopefully it doesn't stop there.]
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