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Post by +Donald $. Carlos+ on Feb 16, 2007 17:07:27 GMT
  CCW World Middleweight Championship
Tournament Final:
"Hot Fudge" Doug Soto
vs.
D.C. BloodA new era will begin at the show which started it all.
A tournament has been conducted for the past few weeks, which showcased the talents of some of CCW's finest athletes. Proving that size isn't everything in the wrestling ring, the Middleweight Division has taken the company by storm.
Who will prevail as the proverbial "King Of The Mountain"? You'll have to tune in to NOTI to find out . . .
(2 Promos Each; Now Let's DO The Damn Things)[/b][/center] |
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Post by +Donald $. Carlos+ on Feb 23, 2007 20:45:03 GMT
The screen fades in from black, & opens up to a shot of the parking lot area.
After a few seconds have passed, the screen distorts with a 2nd fade until we are treated to a view of the side of the arena.
A few seconds more, & a 3rd fade greets us with a close-up of a man in a black hooded sweatshirt; a burning cigarette hanging loosely from the right corner of his mouth. The hood is up, & covering most of his face . . . but that doesn't stop anyone from coming to the realization that it is, in fact, The Body Count's D.C. Blood.
He only chooses to acknowledge the cameraman's presence at his own convenience; inhaling from the filter of his smoke, & blowing outward in a long, drawn out manner, before clearing his throat to begins speaking:
D.C. Blood: "Last week, I completely destroyed the pathetic pile of afterbirth that they call "Crazy Kidd".
The Kidd never has been, and never will be a considerbale threat to me at any point in time; and after the pain he endured last week at my hands, and the hands of his own stupidity, he will never be a considerable threat to anyone ever again.
My malicious behavior is proof positive why I belong here, in CCW. My strategic offense is proof positive why I walk around with the amount of confidence that I do, as I am truly one to behold. I am a force to be reckoned with, which explains the amount of confidence that radiates from my being . . . the pre-conceived notion of my greatness . . . and, in turn, warrants any and every amount of praise in which I have received in my short career."
Blood chortles at the thought of just how badly Crazy Kidd was beaten, takes another drag from the cigarette that is now in his right hand, & holds the smoke in longer this time; allowing it to soothe the muscles of his throat, & escape through his nostrils, before tossing the hood back to expose his face.
D.C. Blood: "Of course, defeating Crazy Kidd isn't enough to warrant my place in history. I know this.
Defeating Crazy Kidd was nothing more than a mere stepping stone on my path toward reaching immortality; the path that ends, tonight, in the final match of the Middleweight Championship Tournament. A match in which I guarantee victory by absolutely ANY means necessary!"
Blood wipes his left forearm against his nose, spits toward the ground, & picks up where he had left off without missing a beat:
D.C. Blood: Doug Soto . . . Hot Fudge Douglas . . . Doug Tha Turntable Thug; whatever the fuck you decide to call yourself come match time, I want you to be completely and totally aware of how little a threat I view you as opposition.
My entire life has been filled with more intimidation that you could ever hope to offer; more obstacles than you could ever hope to match with any move in your entire arsenal. I've been shot, stabbed, beaten, humiliated, strung out, and left for dead . . . and there is nothing that you can do to me that I haven't already seriously considered doing to myself . . . so feel free to take a good, long look inside yourself before you step out through that curtain. Do you have it in you to stand toe-to-toe with someone as reckless as myself; to step up on the grandest stage of them all, and prove that you belong in the same sentence as me?
FUCK Gabe Griffin; I wrestle on a level that most of you have never even seen, and are unlikely to do so ever again after I have passed! I have laughed in the face of death several times, already, and tonight I SPIT all over it!
Not only that, but I will also spit in the face of adversity . . . I have already, and will continue to spit in the face of my opposition . . . and I WILL claim the World Middleweight Championship as my own for life! It IS my destiny!"
Blood then looks directly into the buzzing glass lens of the machinery in front, & stubs the glowing orange cherry of his cigarette out against it. He then flicks the butt off-screen, throws his arms out at his sides, and quickly crosses them over his chest in an "X" . . .
D.C. Blood: "BECAUSE MY NAME IS D.C. BLOOD!
And one way or the other . . . I'M COMING FOR YOURS!"
Blood remains in his trademark pose for a few seconds longer before very suddenly lunging toward the camraman, and shoving the piece of equipment toward the concrete; thus immediately cutting the live feed, and forcing the screen to abruptly:
Fade 2 Black . . . [/b][/center] |
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Post by Moeru Toukon on Feb 23, 2007 20:52:44 GMT
D.C. BLOOD FAN: Lion owned this guy so badly.
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Post by +Donald $. Carlos+ on Feb 23, 2007 20:57:46 GMT
*OOC*
I'd absolutely love to see a match between Blood and Richards. That'd be an instant MOTY candidate, for sure . . . |
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Post by Moeru Toukon on Feb 23, 2007 21:28:01 GMT
Oh Jesus and Mary said old Mrs. Scary. That would be fucking awesome!
Let our plans be concealed in the office, though, Donald.
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Post by +Donald $. Carlos+ on Feb 23, 2007 21:36:15 GMT
Oh Jesus and Mary said old Mrs. Scary. That would be fucking awesome! Let our plans be concealed in the office, though, Donald. Will do, Toukie Williams . . .  |
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