Post by Mr. Dangerous on Aug 16, 2010 17:21:50 GMT -6
If you’re looking for a fight, then you might just be in for a treat, because this won’t be a fight. This’ll quickly turn from wage, to war.
Ultimo Doom... you are a rookie. They gave me, the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet, a rookie. At Apocalypse, I am going to prove something. I am going to prove that I am too good to wrestle a rookie. I am going to prove that I am better than any wrestler in the SWA.
I AM GOING TO PROVE THAT I AM THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.
I am Branden Harvey.
The camera scans the area and it’s surroundings. It seems to be, sitting on the side of what looks to be like a busy highway, the camera was in a safe zone, the grass. Watching cars zip by, the camera pans the road a bit more as it turns more towards the grass to it’s side as Branden Harvey, is seen sitting on the curb, looking across the street in a daze. Branden turns to the camera as if he were trying to acknowledge the fact that it was still there as he looked back across the highway as he leant forward a bit as he rested his elbows on his knees.
“Welcome, Ultimo Doom, to the fastest wrestler you've ever seen, even faster then Paris Hilton got her first STD. Whether I like it or not, I have to wrestle you. You’re the only thing holding me back from the main event. You know as well as I do that that has to end. Here, I'm a big fish in a small pond.”
Do you think I'm over-hyping myself, Ultimo?
"This is the worst thing that ever happened to you. Getting stuck with me as your first opponent is the worst thing that ever happened to you. You're not on my rung. It’s pathetic really. Because I'm on the top of the ladder and you haven't even stepped onto the ladder yet.”
Branden cracked his neck side to side as he knew Ultimo Doom was going to have a real debut match. He’s going to be in a world of hurt. Would he even put up a fight?
“Look at this highway Ultimo, you see, there’s a reason everything is divided… the vehicles on the road are not all the same, they are not just divided by luck, they are not divided by spirits and hopes they are defined by their make, they are defined by what’s inside them not the elements around them, not the figments of imaginations that their fans suck on. There’s a fast lane, for people like me, the Ferrari of wrestling, I rip through shit like there’s no looking back, there’s the middle lane for the little Mustang with a cute convertible top, that looks nice, sounds nice and it’s reliable, just nothing special, that’s where you sit.”
Branden chuckles, and begins to stand up as he stretches his legs, as he begins to walk along the side of the road, Branden ran his hands through his hair almost impatiently as he turned back to the camera.
“So I mean, the road to the main event is not much harder than passing the guy in the wrong lane. You’re the guy going steady in the fast lane, blocking the real guys from the open road ahead, it’s an easy fix, either you move out of my way, or I just drive right through you, so to speak. When it comes to the big boys, the real fights… can you cope? Or are you the Eugene of the SWA. You are a nobody. You hold no candle to me, you never will, and if it weren’t for management having their heads up their asses, I would be facing a real wrestler. You’re just a step to jump over Ultimo, you aren’t worth the breath you aren’t worth the penny I found on the street while setting the camera guy up with the right sense of direction. You're a loser.”
Branden stopped walking, as he kneeled down a bit as he picked up an odd looking stone, he threw it across the open highway as no cars were coming, luckily…for them.
“I came into this company looking for competition. I came into this federation signed some papers and instantly they let me down. They gave me you. I'm disappointed in management. I deserve to challenge for the SWA Championship. You can claim anything you want about me there Ultimo, but a facts a fact. Fear not… you’ll look good against me everyone does, that is… until my theme song plays, and then they remember, oh yeah… there’s not a chance in hell, Harvey loses. So I guess, you lose? No big deal right? At least you lost to a real fighter, not some piece of trash… But, I guess it’s not possible to lose to yourself… right?”
With that, the scene fades to a close as Branden figured he left a good first impression for Ultimo to deal with, Harvey wasn’t about to give this match up not for the world and whether or not Ultimo was ready for him come Apocalypse, Harvey was going to come out full force and with no problem running Ultimo over, if he happened to mess up. This was his chance, and he wasn’t going to give it up… not after this long of a wait… SWA was going to see the start of what you shall refer to as the era of the man, the myth, the legend, Branden Harvey.
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Ultimo Doom... you are a rookie. They gave me, the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet, a rookie. At Apocalypse, I am going to prove something. I am going to prove that I am too good to wrestle a rookie. I am going to prove that I am better than any wrestler in the SWA.
I AM GOING TO PROVE THAT I AM THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.
I am Branden Harvey.
The camera scans the area and it’s surroundings. It seems to be, sitting on the side of what looks to be like a busy highway, the camera was in a safe zone, the grass. Watching cars zip by, the camera pans the road a bit more as it turns more towards the grass to it’s side as Branden Harvey, is seen sitting on the curb, looking across the street in a daze. Branden turns to the camera as if he were trying to acknowledge the fact that it was still there as he looked back across the highway as he leant forward a bit as he rested his elbows on his knees.
“Welcome, Ultimo Doom, to the fastest wrestler you've ever seen, even faster then Paris Hilton got her first STD. Whether I like it or not, I have to wrestle you. You’re the only thing holding me back from the main event. You know as well as I do that that has to end. Here, I'm a big fish in a small pond.”
Do you think I'm over-hyping myself, Ultimo?
"This is the worst thing that ever happened to you. Getting stuck with me as your first opponent is the worst thing that ever happened to you. You're not on my rung. It’s pathetic really. Because I'm on the top of the ladder and you haven't even stepped onto the ladder yet.”
Branden cracked his neck side to side as he knew Ultimo Doom was going to have a real debut match. He’s going to be in a world of hurt. Would he even put up a fight?
“Look at this highway Ultimo, you see, there’s a reason everything is divided… the vehicles on the road are not all the same, they are not just divided by luck, they are not divided by spirits and hopes they are defined by their make, they are defined by what’s inside them not the elements around them, not the figments of imaginations that their fans suck on. There’s a fast lane, for people like me, the Ferrari of wrestling, I rip through shit like there’s no looking back, there’s the middle lane for the little Mustang with a cute convertible top, that looks nice, sounds nice and it’s reliable, just nothing special, that’s where you sit.”
Branden chuckles, and begins to stand up as he stretches his legs, as he begins to walk along the side of the road, Branden ran his hands through his hair almost impatiently as he turned back to the camera.
“So I mean, the road to the main event is not much harder than passing the guy in the wrong lane. You’re the guy going steady in the fast lane, blocking the real guys from the open road ahead, it’s an easy fix, either you move out of my way, or I just drive right through you, so to speak. When it comes to the big boys, the real fights… can you cope? Or are you the Eugene of the SWA. You are a nobody. You hold no candle to me, you never will, and if it weren’t for management having their heads up their asses, I would be facing a real wrestler. You’re just a step to jump over Ultimo, you aren’t worth the breath you aren’t worth the penny I found on the street while setting the camera guy up with the right sense of direction. You're a loser.”
Branden stopped walking, as he kneeled down a bit as he picked up an odd looking stone, he threw it across the open highway as no cars were coming, luckily…for them.
“I came into this company looking for competition. I came into this federation signed some papers and instantly they let me down. They gave me you. I'm disappointed in management. I deserve to challenge for the SWA Championship. You can claim anything you want about me there Ultimo, but a facts a fact. Fear not… you’ll look good against me everyone does, that is… until my theme song plays, and then they remember, oh yeah… there’s not a chance in hell, Harvey loses. So I guess, you lose? No big deal right? At least you lost to a real fighter, not some piece of trash… But, I guess it’s not possible to lose to yourself… right?”
With that, the scene fades to a close as Branden figured he left a good first impression for Ultimo to deal with, Harvey wasn’t about to give this match up not for the world and whether or not Ultimo was ready for him come Apocalypse, Harvey was going to come out full force and with no problem running Ultimo over, if he happened to mess up. This was his chance, and he wasn’t going to give it up… not after this long of a wait… SWA was going to see the start of what you shall refer to as the era of the man, the myth, the legend, Branden Harvey.
Scene End