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| Cristy | Apr 8 2008, 02:08 PM Post #16 |
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[size=4]Number Five[/size] "Eight... Nine... Ten... " Adam Green: Damn it Julian, you're going to have to do better than that! The scene fades into a local New Jersey gym. Julian's head pops into view as he sits up and takes a swig from his water bottle. Standing behind the weights, spotting him is a sweaty Adam Green. Droplets of sweat roll down Julian's neck and onto his already-drenched white beater. After refreshing himself, Julian exhaled as Adam took a seat next to him on the bench. Julian Norris: We don't all have godly arms like you Adam. Give me a break. Adam chuckled, almost believing what Julian had said. Adam Green: What's going on with you man? You don't seem focused today. Julian Norris: Yeah, I guess my mind's been in other places. Feeling the tension, Adam placed a hand on Julian's shoulder. This could be seen as an awkward moment, but these two men had grown quite close throughout the past few weeks. And unlike any team Julian had been part of before, The Hollywood Hitmen fostered his potential and talent. Adam Green said it best, in the Hollywood Hitmen there are no leaders or captains. That's how Julian wanted it to be. That's how it was meant to be. Adam Green: You heard what I said before dude. Leave the baggage at home. If you want my advice, you've got to stay focused while you're here. After you put the work in here and accomplish what needs to be done, then you go back and deal with Mira. I know you've got everyone in your ear, but you can trust me man. I've been there. I know what it's like to have to put every personal thing behind you. It's fucking hard. I know that. You can only do so much when you're hundreds of miles away. You need to take care of yourself. And when you step inside that squared-circle, you put everything behind you. You're focused, ready, and prepared to kick some ass. That's what the top dogs do. That's how you become a champion. No one is perfect and you're no different. I'm tough on ya because I want to see you succeed. I want you to go into Uprising 100%, so I can beat you at your best. Julian Norris: .... Beat me? At a very unusual moment, Julian chuckled at Adam's naive comment. Adam's right eyebrow lifted as he glared at Julian's response to his heart-felt statement. Julian Norris: You must be kidding? Not liking the vibe Julian was giving off, Adam relinquished his hand from Julian's shoulder. He then cleared his throat and prepared to answer. Adam Green: Don't get me wrong Julian. You are one hell of a competitor. ...One of the best. But we both know that I have the experience when it comes down to it. I have the strength and intelligence. We both know it is my time to reign as IPW champion. Your time will come, but for now... it's my game. For all means though, go out there and give it your all. I'll gladly pin your shoulders to the ground and count the 1...2....3. And we'll both know it will be your .... GODDAMN END OF DAYZ!!! The once unusually mellow Adam Green, had no erupted in excitement. After almost jumping off the bench, Adam's breath began to rapidly speed-up. Julian, meanwhile, had an look of annoyance and irritability. Julian Norris: My god Adam will you stop with that "End of Dayz!!" shit? You look like a goddamn child. Adam Green: .... Don't hate on my hype! Julian Norris: Ha ha ok. Julian was relatively calm today, even putting up with Adam's bullshit remarks. However what Adam was about to do next would set Julian off in ways he maybe.... needed? Being that he was now energized and pumped up, Adam stood up and got in Julian's face, trying to break his wall down. Adam Green: Look at me! Don't fucking look away boy. You better fucking realize that you are nothing compared to the god that is Adam "fucking" Green! You need to stop being a little fucking bitch. Your baby's dead, your girlfriend dumped your sorry ass, get the fuck over it! Be a man. Stop whining and making people feel bad for you. No one gives a damn about you! You're Julian Norris... a drama unfolding. You are so pathetic, I don't even know why you bother getting into that ring with the pros!? Why don't you just go home now, like everybody's been telling you? Huh!? Get out of here! There is no way in hell you are going to win. There is no way in hell you're going to be a champion! Looking down at his white Nike shoes, Julian looked rather somber at Adam's comments. Adam Green: What are you going to do? Cry? Fuck you Julian. Get out of my sight, you sorry piece of shit. You do not deserve to be in my presence. Get out! Go waste someone else's time! Julian remained in his position, with his face getting bright red. The veins on his neck began to pop as he took in everything this man, his competitor, was saying. No one had really said this to his face before and it had quite an impact on him. His eyes went from the floor up to Adam's eyes, who were glaring back at him. Adam Green: You fucked up your baby Julian. Your baby's a retard. Do you understand that? You stupid fucker. .... A few seconds of silence went by before Julian suddenly snapped. He quickly jolted his arm up to Adam's face and bitch slapped him across the face. The slap had quite the momentum, almost knocking the massive man backwards. After regaining his balance, Adam turned around to meet Julian with physical violence. However, Julian was now standing and ready to proceed. The two men met face to face, nose to nose, almost breathing down each other's neck. Each was waiting for the other to make a move. But, neither did. Instead, in a whispery angered voice, Julian spoke to Adam. Julian Norris: I sat here and took your criticism and stupid "advice". I sat here and listened to you tell me that I had no shot at the championship. I sat here and put up with your stupid catch phrases and idiotic puns. You want to talk about me not being better than you, not being good enough? Fine. That's fine. I don't have to prove my case to you or anyone else. My actions speak much much louder than words! When I step into that "squared circle," Adam, I will be focused. I will be ready. I will have no friends. When metal meets your skull, courtesy of me, you remember everything you just said to me. Remember all the shit you've said and how you couldn't back it up. It's the same old story for you buddy. You're the big, bad, strong, good-looking athlete that prospects salivate over. The potential is there. But, just like every other steriod-freak... you've got nothing. You don't have the drive, motivation, or skill when it comes to wrestling. You don't have the passion it takes to be a champion and sadly... you never will! You want to say you're a god? You want to say you can beat anything that steps in your path? Awesome, keep inflating your head with lies. It only deludes you more. Look in your eyes Adam? LOOK INTO MINE! This is the man who's been through more shit and pain than you could ever imagine. This is the man who works for EVERYTHING he accomplishes. And Adam... this is no different. It may be your "time" Adam, but it's my WORLD! And more importantly, it's MY TITLE! Face it Adam... you're good... but it's only a matter of time before you yourself are witness to your own ... personal... END OF DAYZ!!! Julian begins to pull away, collecting his items. Before turning to leave the facility, Julian smirks at Adam and says one more snide comment. Julian Norris: Oh yeah. When I win that title, I'll let you be the first one to shine it. Adam's face is filled with rage as Julian leaves the scene and gym. As the scene fades to black, the camera zooms in on Adam's expression. Slowly his frown curls up into a smirk. And the scene finally ends with a loud, annoying, evil chuckle exclusive of Mr. Adam Green. Cut |
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| Cristy | Apr 8 2008, 03:46 PM Post #17 |
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[size=4]Number Six[/size] ...Many a men and women have walked the hallways of Impact Pro Wrestling...
...A select few have had the opportunity to compete for the ultimate prize in this world, we call wrestling...
...Blood, sweat, and tears have gone into the making of these legends...
...Yet all admit that the work put in was worth every second of that feeling...
...What feeling you ask? Ha ha... one will never know until they too stand ALONE in the middle of the ring, knowing they are the best. And knowing that NO ONE can take that right away from them for that moment in time...
...Every champion has made his mark on this industry. Every champion had a story. So the new champion... well... this is his... Julian Norris' Journey One day away from the biggest night of his life, Julian Norris was doing what any former champion would do before they became IPW Champion. ... Trying to sleep ... Everything that could be done, had been. Julian lay in bed thinking of the joys or possible disappointments tomorrow would bring. So many thoughts went through his mind. Was he ready to be champion? Was he good enough to be champion? These of coarse were only thoughts because Julian would never admit these unsettling ideals out loud. Recalling all of the events of the previous weeks, Julian settled on the decision that he had made the right choice. And even if every other person in this world disagreed with it, he himself... had made it. Silence filled the empty apartment room. Yet Julian could already hear the crowd's aura. Julian Norris: Uh... Letting out a gasp of exhaustion, Julian continued to think various thoughts. Could he see Vixen, Adam Green, even Frank Gallows as champion? ...Yeah, he actually could. Each would be a fitting champion, deserving of the prize. Vixen would represent women everywhere as the first female champion. Thus proving her theory that women are just as capable as men, if not more. Adam would finally reach the peak of his career and accomplish his goal of being IPW champion. His strength and brutality would be his trademark and fans alike would turn to respect him. Frank Gallows would fill the legacy that was set by his brother. He'll prove that ordinary guys can be champions too. But, Julian truly felt that he was going to reign. And not only reign... but leave a mark on the wrestling world as the greatest IPW Champion to ever grace the ring. Sounds kind of egotistical right? ... Well since his first days in IPW, Julian's been a pretty egotistical guy. It's been his, I guess you could say, "persona." Why would the IPW championship bring out any different Julian Norris? Julian Norris: Ha ha... Julian laughed at the thought of Vixen carrying around that heavy belt, or of Adam Green crushing it with his giant muscles. He chuckled when he thought about Frank using it as a booze holder. Then he imagined it around his waist. Almost as if... it were meant to be there. He smiled to himself as he rolled around trying to get comfortable. And although Julian tried to put Mira in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think of her. He thought about their first encounter, and their lively disagreements. Then he thought about how he had literally fallen in love with one of the biggest bitches in the world. ...How she had, stolen his heart. He quickly tried to dash those memories from his mind and focus on the title. Julian Norris: .... Julian's face turned sad as he thought about the long road ahead. And yes Julian still wondered if he was ready to fill the role as champion. However, it wasn't a question of ...if he was ready, it was that he was going to fill the role as champion. Ready or not, he was assured of this fact. The words had been spoken by all parties. The threats and promises had been made. All there was to do now was dream of tomorrow. So there Julian lay, like he had done for so may years, dreaming of the day he would become champion and realize his dreams. He saw himself standing tall holding the title and feeling the awe of everything. He saw himself being the best! He saw himself climbing the turnbuckle and showing his newly won title off to the fans. And he saw himself looking down into the crowd for a familiar face... but ... they were right... there was no one there. ...And I guess... he was alone. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound of skin hitting wood startled Julian. He quickly sat up, revealing his strong chest. Who would disturb him at this late hour? Did those "Do Not Disturb" signs mean nothing? His thoughts were no more and he stood up and walked over to the door. As he unlocked it, his heart began to beat. Slowly pulling it open his face became hard as if he had seen a ghost. Julian Norris: .... oh my god. Tomorrow his dream would be realized, his goal accomplished. Tomorrow he would fight for his life and climb that ladder of success. Tomorrow he would retrieve what had been awaiting him. He was going to give it his all, including his heart. But, that was tomorrow. And this was now. Mira Rose: Can I come in? Scene fades[/i] |
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