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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 19 2009, 02:08 PM (852 Views) | |
| Packer | Dec 19 2009, 02:08 PM Post #1 |
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SWAT Mid South kicks 2010 off with a bang when they roll into Little Rock Arkansas. Mid South Championship Frostbite (c) vs Jason Birmingham National Heavyweight Championship Eric Herrera (c) vs Brock Sisson North American tag team titles Hennigan and Reyes (c) vs The Alley Cats American Freebear vs Dragon Belt CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE |
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| Frostbite | Dec 20 2009, 03:27 PM Post #2 |
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They say somethings never change and that are quite correct. 2009 is about to come to an end, and well the Cold Hearted Bastard is walking into the new year with the Mid-South title just like I told Freebear and everybody else in the locker room. There is a new era here in this company. Everybody knows it, Soutter couldn't stop it, Freebear try his very best and came up short, to even Brock Sisson the tough guy himself couldn't hold me back. Maybe you morons will learn when I say something it will happen. I left my damn mark in 2009, but we must turn that calender to a new year and much bigger and better things for your Mid-South Champ. Damn that has a nice ring to it. But onto business, and that being my first challenger to my throne and that being the Ernie Hamilton Cup winner in one Jason Birmingham. Before we start throwing barbs back and forth. I can see how this is going to go down from the get go. I have seen your handy work, and not too bad at all. Even makes the Cold Hearted Bastard slime just a little bit. I can certainly see a little bit of me in you. But Jason there is only one Frostbite and certainly one Mid-South Champion. Jason I have listen to several of your promos. You are a cocky little bastard. And that I can use to my advantage. You think that you have things going for you right now because of your big win at the Hamilton cup. And now you believe that you have what it takes to take my title from me. Jason got a news flash for you there son. WELCOME TO THE BIG LEAGUES!! If you really believe that you can lean against any old wall and study countless hours of film on good old Frosty and you figure out anyway of beating him. Well as the great Roddy Piper once said. " Just when you think you have all the answers". " I change the questions". If you think you got me pegged. You really don't. Jason when you step into that ring with the best here in the Mid-South. It is time that you become schooled on quite a few things. Someone needs to knock you down a peg or two. You can't be cocky, arrogant bastard and think that you are going to win. Not against me, because if you carrying that crappy ass additude into our match then I will chew your ass up and spit you out. Nobody is going to come in between me and what I worked so hard for in the first place. You in the end with all the hard work that you might put into this match. I promise you that you will come up with the short end of the stick. JINGLE BELLS!!!!!!!!!! JINGLE BELLS!!!!!!!!!! JINGLE ALL THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!! [ The scene opens up as we are at a local ball back in Frostbite's hometown of Boulder. We see about three young people singing just outside of the mall as they are singing Christmas carols. A few snowflakes, just thr thing to get you into the old Christmas sprit. One of young ladies singing, is wearing a heavy red coat with a matching hat and a scarf around her neck trying to stay warm. Well good luck with that since the local weatherman has already mention in his forecast that it is 15 degrees right now with a chance of snow also in the forecast. The young lady has a bucket right next to her taking donation from a local charity. The young lady right next to her is wearing a black leather jacket with a blue cap on her head, and matching black boots. The third young lady is wearing a brown heavy coat with a gray cap on her head. The three young ladies continue to sing.] DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW!! [ Several people pass by them and putting money into the bucket as they stop and say thank you for just a few seconds, as they don't stop long as they continue to sing their hearts out. One gentleman walks up to them as he stops and listens to them. As the three young ladies get a gleam in their eyes as they seem to know this gentleman. The gentleman is wearing a black leather jacket with blue boots and wearing blue jeans. The camera pans upward as we catch a quick look into his cold, blue and intense eyes. As zoom back and see that it is Frostbite.] Frostbite: May I ask what charity? [ The young lady wearing the red coat who is right next to the bucket answers.] Lady: We are singing for a local foster home. It is that time of year, you know right around Christmas and those in foster's home can become quite depressed. No familes to spend with. Frostbite: A noble cause. [ Frostbite reaches into his back pocket as he pulls out his wallet.] Frostbite: Even though I am a cold hearted bastard. I even can get into the Christmas sprit. [ Frostbite pulls out some money, but we don't exactly know how much. Frostbite is about to put the money into the bucket, but doesn't.] Lady: What appears to be the problem? Frostbite: Just thinking. This time of year is a great time to scam someone. Lady: What in the hell are you talking about? Frostbite: Look I bet the three of you are probably suckering everybody in this mall to give you money so you three can walk into that mall later on and get your own Christmas gifts. Lady: I can't believe you are saying this. Frostbite: What gold necklace, diamond ring, some expensive clothes. Come on you and tell me. Lady: Look we don't know what you are talking about. Frostbite: Playing dumb as well. How about I go in the mall and grab a police officer and we tell me your little story. Lady: Go right ahead, we aren't going anywhere. [ Frostbite starts to head into the mall, but he pauses as he turns back around.] Frostbite: Yeah, I head right into the mall. You three will be gone with the money by the time I get back. [ Frostbite quickly grabs the bucket.] Lady: What in the hell are you doing? Frostbite: Since I don't know who you stole this money from. I am going to toss this money up in the air and watch the others take your money that you stole from others. [ The lady tries to take it from Frostbite as he shoves her to the ground.] Frostbite: I don't think so. [ The young lady gets to her feer as her buddies race into the mall looking for a police officer to try and get them there money back.] You see Jason just like these three ladies were doing they were trying to steal from others. And you my friend are trying to steal my title from me. Jason I just won this title and I have no damn intentions of having a short reign either. So go right ahead and come up with a master plan to try and take the Mid-South title from me. Say your damn prayers and take your vitamins, and do what you got to do, but realize that all your hard work. You are going to fail. You see Jason you are going to have to pry the Mid-South title from my cold, dead body and you aren't going to do so. I hope you have a Merry Christmas and, a Happy New Year. But remember this much it won't include the Mid-South title. Frostbite: JINGLE BELLS!! JASON SMELLS BECAUSE HIS BLOOD WILL BE ALL OVER MY HANDS!! HE WILL NEVER BECOME THE MID-SOUTH CHAMP AS LONG AS I HAVE THE TITLE!! HEY!! [ Frostbite takes the bucket full of money and throw it up in the air as we watch a swarm of people flock to the money.] Frostbite: Jason just like these idiots flocking to the money. I am going to be all over your ass in Little Rock. You won't win the title, and that I can pronise you. [ Frostbite walks away from the mad scene as the image fades out.] |
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| I ~ The Shootfighter | Dec 23 2009, 05:31 PM Post #3 |
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(Dragon Belt is finished his workout and leaves the ring. He is sweating profusely getting all the frustration out of him after his title match with Eric Herrera.) Dragon Belt: "Congradulations Eric for your lucky break. I had you right where I wanted you and you made sure the referee didn't break your pinfall attempt. Well you'll see me again and it shall be when you least expect it." (He wipes his face off.) Dragon Belt: "Right now I'm now focusing on American Freebear the man who can fly when you least expect him. A man who can be quite athletic for a man of his size and weight. I'm quite amazed at your athleticism and agility Freebear. You're powerful and fast at the sametime. I have to admit I'm in for quite a match and I'm going to be quite sharp and ready for you." (He puts his towel down.) Dragon Belt: "Now I'm not going to underestimate you American Freebear. I never underestimate an opponent. Not even you. I hope you don't underestimate me. I have no intention of making the same mistakes I made when I faced Herrera. I intend to make sure those mistakes never happen again." (He folds his arms and looks into the camera.) Dragon Belt: "This dragon intends to breathe fire and is determined to get another shot at Herrera. I'm more determined than ever to win that rematch again no matter what I have to do to get it. That isn't just talk. It's a promise I intend to keep. I know you want to win that possible shot too. So it's going to come down to who wants this potential shot more. Do you want it more or do I. It's rather obvious that I do American Freebear. So it's going to be quite interesting. Quite interesting to see who's going to walk out on top. like I said I'm not going to underestimate you so don't do the same with me." (He gives the camera a knowing look and leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.) |
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| I ~ Christian | Dec 23 2009, 10:19 PM Post #4 |
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"Oh boy, he didn't get the gimmick..." [That's the American Freebear talking right here. He's got his big bushy face held deep inside his monstrous palms creating the worlds fuzziest facepalm. He can't believe what he heard just a few moments ago from Dragon Belt. Dragon Belt, I want you to know you've really broken the Freebear's heart right there.] "BEAR!!!!! B-E-A-R BEAAAAAAAAR!!! Freebear if one wants to get technical, Americanus Liberatea Ursus if one wants to go all Road Runner show about it; but the American Freebear is the only BEAR that flies!" [In other words, something about what Dragon Belt said really rubbed the Freebear the wrong way.] "Men can fly: they've got giant planes for that. Men can be strong too, you be a weightlifter or a bodybuilder or just a regular ol' circus strongman, but they'll never be as strong as a BEAR!!! Nor fly like a bear, though you must see that with your own eyes to believe! My point is, men can fly and be real big, but the American Freebear will maul you, tear you up, crack your skull open to see if there's any honey inside and leave you a broken husk inside the ring!!!" [He removes his face from his palms, the bearded goliath of the ring approaching the camera with all of his hirsuteness to behold.] "Let me make myself absolutely clear now. I've been a man before. In the office, I was the person people went to when they had a problem. But as a man I was caged like an animal. I wanted to fly, fly all over the world and see all that there was to see out there; which is why I forsook my happy little three-sided felt-covered (aka a cubicle) and looked at being a monster of a bear in the wrestling world, flying all over the world just as I fly all around the ring..." "Dragon Belt, I know you as one of the old boys in SWAT Mid South, so you know I've done my research on you as well. I know you are Dragon Belt, and that you train a lot. I have picked this tidbit of information from seeing everyone of your video appearence where you repeat the exact same thing over and over again. So... how much do you bench? Betcha it's not as much as I do, because bears bench a bunch. It's a strain on my stomach, as I'm known as a big belching bencher. What about Dragonatrix? Is she a butch benching bitch? [ ... ] "I'll knock it off. My point is that for all your routine of training, one thing you are not... is a product of this environment. You enter a wrestling federation down in the deep South, showcase your dedicated training skill to the public and expect that such qualities will lead you to victory. it don't work that, Dragon boy. You,ve focused on my size, on my agility... BUT DIDN'T YOU NOTICE HOW EFFIN' HAIRY I AM??? I'm a bear, and I hit like one, and unlike you can train your body to taking bare blows from bear wrestlers, you're just gonna end up flat on your back, looking up to see a monstrous bear flying at you from above." "I'm a mothereffin' bear." "Are you a dragon?" "More like my next step to getting me my BELT back." [And that's the American Freebear, coming soon to a Mid-South wrestling ring near you.] |
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| I ~ The Shootfighter | Dec 24 2009, 11:57 AM Post #5 |
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(Dragon Belt is in a gift shop looking at something and the camera sees it's a display of Teddy Bears.) Dragon Belt: "Ah American Freebear I do apologize for rubbing you the wrong way. yes you think I never get out of the gym every once in a while. Yet here I am and I am in such a good spirited mood. I'm going to get you an extra special gift to show that I'm sure you'll love quite a bit." (He goes up to the counter.) Dragon Belt: "Excuse me ma'am I want to create a gift for a mutual acquantence." Counter Person: "Really." Dragon Belt: "Yes I want to create a special gift." Counter Person: "What are the specifics." Dragon Belt: "Oh it has to be quite ferocious, intimidating and, of course, it has to have an appropriate piece of accessory." Counter Person: "What kind of accessory." Dragon Belt: "A title belt." Counter Person: "A title belt?" Dragon Belt: "That is what I said." Counter Person: "Anything else." Dragon Belt: "Yes dress him up and place a beard on him." Counter Person: "You want a Santa Bear." Dragon Belt: "No it's a different colored beard." (He shows her a picture.) Counter Person: "So you want the beard to be that color." Dragon Belt: "Correct." Counter Person: "So who do you want to send it to." Dragon Belt: "You saw him." Counter Person: "Okay." Dragon Belt: "So how long will it take." Counter Person: "It should be ready in a few days." Dragon Belt: "A bit late but I'll accept that. How much will it cost." Counter Person: "Close to fifty bucks including shipping and handling." Dragon Belt: "A good deal." Counter Person: "Okay fill out this form and I'll get right to it." Dragon Belt: "Here's the fifty dollars." Counter Person: "I like people who pay in cash." Dragon Belt: "Yes so hard to collect from people with maxed out cards." Counter Person: "Don't I know it." (The Counter Person leaves.) Dragon Belt: "Now where was I? I'm usually in the giving spirit anyway. It's my way of saying 'Joy of Giving.' Now I know I must have offended you. I say the samethings? Let's see you keep roaring like a bear so does that mean I have to roar like a dragon. Of course not. Yet you think I say the samethings. Of course that's what my opponents do too, but I don't take them to task over that now do I." (He smiles.) Dragon Belt: "Of course I know men can fly. The Wright Bros. made it so. Yes most men are strong as weightlifters and bodybuilders. However, there are men who aren't as strong as weightlifters and bodybuilders and yet are stronger in one area." (He touches his head and his heart.) Dragon Belt: "You know what those areas are American Freebear. I'm quite sure you do know. It's the head and the heart. I know you have both, but in which capacity and how much strength are in them. I know mine are quite strong. Can you judge how much of them do you have. Yes working in a cubicle can feel like a cage. Yet you have the benefits of enjoying office gossip, enjoying your colleagues friendship and getting drunk at a bar after work as an excuse to use up all the coffee in the pot." (He leans on the counter and sighs shaking his head.) Dragon Belt: "Oh and as for wanting to maul me and tearing my head off. You can forget that American Freebear. It shall never happen. I'm quite an athlete as I know you are too. Still you know what they say American Freebear. If you try to fly too much you'll crash and burn." (He continues to shake his head and tsks.) Dragon Belt: "That's going to be such a shame American Freebear. More shameful than your comments directed at my wife Dragonatrix. Oh how you must be desperate to get under my skin, but in the end you're going to end with miserable failure as you shall fall to me too. I shall avenge her honor in my way not by your baiting me." (He sighs again.) Dragon Belt: "Oh and yes I know about Mid-South too American Freebear. I was in Hardkore Mid-South before coming here. So I should know what it's like to wrestle here, and I do know what the rowdiness and no rules style is like. So I wouldn't try to educate someone who knows what it's like already. Oh and the last thing American Freebear it won't be you taking another step towards the title. I shall be the one doing just that. I do intend to do just that. Just try and stop me. You'll see this dragon can fly and dragons do fly too American Freebear. You'll see in Battleground." (The Counter Person returns.) Counter Person: "Here's your reciept." Dragon Belt: "Thank you." (He starts to leave.) Ciounter Person: "Come back anytime." Dragon Belt: "Oh I intend to." (The scene slowly fades to black.) |
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| I ~ Tum Tum | Dec 24 2009, 01:19 PM Post #6 |
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Shameless Edward mind ain,t busy thinking about the up and coming confrontation with Hennigan and Reyes.No he is watching some old clips from a tour with the Texas Bad Boys yes the strippers who wrestled ladies and did their song&danc act. Edward: That was a great time every evening I could choose if share the bed with a redhead,brunette or a ugly broad. Mostly were these ugly broad better with their hands then a whore but also screamers when came on their highpoint! Yes I have seen that we get a title shot but don,t think will be a easy confrontation. Heavenly Henry is busy watching the tape of Hennigan&Reyes in the ring together with lovely Stormy Weather. Stormy: I think you have to cut the ring in two parts holding both guys busy. Don,t give them a chance to regroup then ,you can forget it they have the experience on their site. Yes I will be nearby what,s something else then coming with you two and are put on a chair nearby the ring! Henry don,t hear the comments of Stormy Weather he,s busy with a study how the guys work together. Henry: Yes can see the have more experience as tagteam no haven,t seen them in single bouts. So would they be so great without each other possible not? Edward and I have first worked as single wrestler before they put us together what was a success. Let us leave Fade away. See Edward get horny from watching the naked guys but more off less from thr announceur! |
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| Nash | Dec 24 2009, 08:09 PM Post #7 |
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(Fade in to 27th Street & Spaulding in Chicago, Illinois where the hardcore messiah is standing on the 26th side corner looking on with his National Championship slung on his right shoulder. He looks down at the ground and sighs, the thoughts of his early childhood running through his mind. He raises his head slowly to face the camera and looks at the surrounding houses.) Eric: I’m sure everyone is wondering what the hell I’m doing here, since Chicago hasn’t been my home since age nine. This place holds a very special place in my heart because this is the place where I learned a whole different kind of fighting. Way before I got into wrestling, I had to learn the art of street fighting because of it being a very dangerous part of town. Gangs were running rampant through this area, the names scattered so far apart that you can’t tell them apart. All you know is that you had to learn how to defend yourself or else you were gonna get taken advantage of. There was a time where I was in Brock’s shoes, allowing that violence to consume me, to make me think that everyone including the innocent deserves to suffer for what I’ve had to endure. Believe me, what you endured in that prison cell is what I’ve had to deal with all my life. From not knowing who my father is, to having my own family not support my decision to pursue wrestling as my career. It’s been an ongoing struggle since the first day I drew breath. Yet I still took the time to think rationally that innocent people don’t deserve to pay based on what I have experienced. Life is too precious to waste away without a hidden motive. Something must have happened that caused Brock Sisson to turn into what society would usually call a monster. (He laughs right after saying that last sentence. He isn’t convinced that society understands the meaning of monster until they live in this area. Once they walk down these streets, they will learn to cherish what they have while it still exists. Here is where he saw his brother stabbed inches away from his heart, barely surviving. He had to wear a big bandage looking thing over his lung, couldn’t breathe properly for a certain amount of time. That’s what made him realize that life could definitely change at a moment’s notice.) Yeah, I know what you’re going to say since I’ve been in those shoes before. Society labels people because they don’t understand that motive. Trust me, man, I used to be labeled as a monster just because I refused to conform to their standards. I refused to glorify their almighty president as if he was Jesus Christ in the flesh. I refused to follow the religion they shoved down my throat. Instead, I was honest with myself and believed what it said word for word rather than the long winded explanations these idiots try to force down your throat. Countless things they hated due to them not having the balls to stand up for themselves. But I was used to it because of that key factor. Nothing intimidated me, because ever since I was old enough to walk I was sent out to the streets to fend for myself. There was no parent or sibling holding my hand; I had to learn it at an age when most people are content being what most consider “normal” people. This wrestling thing consumed me, because it was the closest to what I had experienced in real life. I get to showcase my fighting abilities while getting paid… you get paid to do something you love. It really doesn’t get any better than that. Well, in some cases it does once you let it consume you and you realize the origins of this addictive sport. (He removes the National Title from his shoulder and brings it in front of him as he stares intently into it. Ingrained into this title are four years of blood, sweat, and tears. This man sacrificed everything in order to make the jump to SWAT. He didn’t walk in knowing any friends, having someone do him a favor, none of that. He was walking in like a man that just graduated from high school, getting reacquainted with everyone on the roster. The fear of the unknown was demolished from the first day when this man became World Heavyweight Champion and then won this. The belt that helped him make history as the first man to wear both titles.) If you said the name Eric Herrera in my first three years of service, I bet a fair share of them would tell you I was an asshole. I had those stars in my eyes, thinking that I deserved to be handed everything on a silver platter. I believed that my struggle for survival set me apart from the rest, that belief was engrained into several of my students. I even went onto build a school for the less fortunate, the people that were often overlooked due to their race, gender, or even the amount of money they possessed. Something happened along the way that made me repent. November 10, 2008 FTWO Going the Distance live on Pay Per View. At the beginning, it looked like an ordinary Alternative Championship opportunity against Andrew Raynes, which I shrugged off like any other being the dumb ass at the time. Much to everyone’s surprise, that match turned into a Dog Collar Match, one of the most brutal matches ever invented. There were several times during that match where I had life flash before my eyes. I had tears rolling down my face, questioning myself several times. “Is this what I really want to continue? Is this what it feels to have to suffer for another man’s transgressions? I wish I had a second chance to show them the real me rather than this ego filled facade I portray every day of the week.” (He sits on the corner with his knees up as he stares into the other corner. Many people that pass by look at him funny but he doesn’t care. He just gets lost in thought as he recounts that tragic incident which nearly retired him from professional wrestling.) On that night, it felt like God gave me a second chance. Ever since that day, I vowed that I would aim to restore honor and tradition to professional wrestling. That moment opened my eyes to the brutality that society and this sport had to suffer at my hands, most of them being innocent, not even close to being at the scene of the original crime that caused me to snap. I know what it’s like to leave a trail of blood behind me, all of them because of that pent up rage. All of them because I felt the need to give them the hell that was given to me. Every time I used them cheese graters, barb wired bats, sledgehammers, you name it… I felt so much pleasure from doing that, but then I would walk back to my locker room a tortured soul thinking “Did he truly deserve that outrage? That man did nothing but challenge my title.” The hardcore messiah was a name I earned because of that brutality. When I look at Brock Sisson, I see a younger version of myself. A man that has so much pent up rage but doesn’t know how to control it. Just like me, you rose through the ranks fairly quick, even gaining a key pinfall in the War Games main event. I respect you as a competitor, but I don’t respect the way you attack innocent people. They don’t deserve to pay for your sentence in that cell. These people took time out of their schedule and precious money from their rent in order to watch us compete. It’s a big sacrifice, especially today when people are losing their jobs left and right due to reasons out of their control. (Some of the people pause to cheer him on, they catch part of his speech and agree. He doesn’t cater to them though. Instead, his gaze remains fixated on the opposite street corner. He raises his title to the camera and then turns it around for the remaining crowd to see.) This championship has seen a prestigious lineage since it’s start. Mr. Pornstar, Tong Fairtex, Sangre, myself… all people that broke the chains and achieved immortality. Sure, the reigns may have been short, but it’s what that man does with that title that matters the most. Four times straight, a dream was made reality for the first time. History was made when I won because of becoming the first man to wear the Heavyweight and National titles. Sure, there was a lot of criticism walking in, both from the reigning champion at the time Freebear and from the fans. Why would you sacrifice so much to face Sangre? In order to call yourself the king, you need to know what it means to be in the bottom. I’m sure Frostbite would agree with that, since he did the same in ICWF. He didn’t just wear that World Title, he won every title that fed contains, the true definition of a monster. He’s a man I respect as the true leader of this company, because we both understand the meaning of paying your dues. We both understand what it’s like to see this company being made to look like garbage by people that don’t understand it’s true purpose. At Battleground, I’m going to educate you on wrestling’s original intention. You’re about to receive the equivalent of an epiphany when you come face to face with the man that walked down your path and suffered life threatening consequences. (He slowly gets to his feet and turns to face the people that are standing around him. This is his home away from home so to speak. The one that gave birth to him originally. His school may be on the other side of the United States, but it still doesn’t remove the symbolism of this place.) Every single one of these people comes with their fair share of flaws. Every single one of them was able to accept them and use it to their advantage. What goes around comes around… I’m sure that saying is manifested world wide. The law of karma is fairly popular as well, you’ll receive it ten times more stronger. In this match, I’m the Judge, Jury, and Executioner. This match will define your career because nothing else matters. I have the capability of making your dream or shattering it before it has a chance to make it’s way to the surface. I look at this championship for the true lineage it has, the initials that are carved into it hold special meaning. You look at this as another precious luxury to add to your mantle. Very different meanings, only one of them is beneficial to this business. I will work to the death to make sure honor is restored to this business. After all, that honor is what made wrestling reach it’s peak, when people acknowledged wrestling for what it is rather than trying to twist it in ways it wasn’t meant to be. This business has consumed me and it’s about to consume you. I will tame the monster and walk out of Battleground the last man standing because that’s the only way you can truly win a war. Be prepared to pay for your sins towards humanity, you’ve been warned. (Fade to black.) Edited by Nash, Dec 25 2009, 08:20 PM.
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| Frostbite | Dec 27 2009, 04:14 PM Post #8 |
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[ Well better times are certainly ahead of Frostbite. They couldn't be any worse then they were in his last encounter with the three lovely young ladies and accusing them of trying to scam people at a local mall back in Frostbite's hometown of Boulder. More than likely the three young ladies were doing something good, at least we hope they were, but knowing Frostbite's reputation, he was trying to cause some trouble.] DECEMBER 27TH [ Only a couple of days after Christmas, and I certainly hope that most of you SWAT follows had a good one, and you got what you wanted from good old St.Nick himself. But then again, I am also guessing that some made St. Nick naughty list as well. And you can bet your entire bank account that Frostbite was one of those. But knowing the Cold Hearted Bastard. He doesn't give a damn if he made that list or not.] The scene opens up in what we are lead to believe is the living room of Frostbite's home. He has a six feet tall Christmas tree, nothing to fancy. After all many know a life of a pro wrestler sometimes on the road 330 days out of 365 days in a year. Frostbite has his tree decorated with any orments, popcorn, lights. Our cameras catch up with Frostbite as he looks underneath his tree and to our surprise that he does have a few gifts underneath the Christmas tree, but unopened. With Frostbite being on the road a lot he probably hasn't had time to open anything. Matter of fact our camera zooms in on Frostbite, as he has a black bag on his right shoulder. He drops it to the floor. He walks toward the tree as he takes a look at a few of the gifts. Frostbite looking a little tired as you can tell just by looking into his blue eyes. This time of year can certainly do that to you or then again the road travel taking effect on the Cold Hearted Bastard. Frostbite picks up a gift as he looks at it. Frostbite: A gift for my nephew, Bryan. After a little nap head over to my sister and drop my gifts off for my neice and nephew. [ Frostbite turns around as he looks into his black bag as he goes through it and pulls out his wrestler gear, his long blue tights, black boots and certainly last but not least the SWAT Mid-South title, as he puts them in a chair nearby the Christmas tree. He puts the gift for his nephew in the black bag. He digs back underneath the tree as he pulls out another gift.] Frostbite: This is for my niece. Just turn two last month. I am quite sure she will love what her uncle Frosty has gotten for her. [ Frosty takes that gift and puts that in his bag as well. He looks back underneath the tree.] Frostbite: Ah yes good old mom and dad. I am sure they will get quite a kick out of this. [ Frosty puts that gift right into the bag as well. He straightens up as he goes into his back pocket as he pulls out his wallet.] Frostbite: Grandma, never know what to really get her. So I will give her money. Anybody likes to get money. Frostbite walks around the Christmas as if he is missing a gift. Frostbite: I knew it is around here somewhere. As you can guess all gifts for others underneah his tree but nothing with Frostbite's name on it. So we were correct in saying earlier that Frostbite was on St. Nick's naughty list. But back to the situation for just a minute. Frostbite has a puzzled look on his face as it appears that he indeed is missing a gift and doesn't know where it is at. Frostbite: Come on!! I know it is around here somewhere. Frostbite steps back and thinks for a second and suddenly it hits him in the head as if he either sees the gift that he was looking for or knows where it is at. Frostbite: That is right. I put it in the closet. I didn't want this special gift to get broken. [ Frostbite leaves the room for just a few minutes as he goes to get the gift.] As we wait for his return we wonder what in the hell so important about this gift that he had to put it way in his closet. Frostbite quickly returns with another gift, a white box. Nothing really special it would seem something that we possible break. Frostbite: Looks to be alright. It isn't broken. Frostbite points to the camera as to say I want you to zoom in. Our cameras zoom in on the box as it has the name of Jason Birmingham on it. Frostbite: A gift for you there Jason. No hard feelings, from what I said about you earlier. Even I can get into the Christmas. Since I won't see you until January. I hope you don't mind that I go right ahead and open for you. Frostbite lifts off the top of the box as he takes out the white paper covering the gift. Our cameras zoom in, and we see that it is an replica of the SWAT Mid-South title. Frostbite: I hope you like your gift. [ Frostbite moves the black bag that was in the chair as he takes a sit in it as he looks at his Christmas tree.] Frostbite: I know Jason it isn't much, but you know been running around and haven't had time to really get you anything. And well I thought this gift would do, since I thought this would the next best thing to get you. Since you aren't going to win our match. I thought why not go to your local merchandise stands at pick this up. I know a shameless pop for SWAT. Frostbite: I bet Jason you were on of those kids that got everything he wanted for Christmas or matter of fact gotten whatever he wanted all the damn time. You just come off to be as a spoil little rich kid, that gotten everything handed to him. That is probably why you are as cocky as you are. I am guessing you don't know what it is to work hard for something. Spare us the details about you winning the Hamilton Cup. Frostbite: You see I came from a family that worked hard for everything that got. My dad is a retired mailman. He worked 28 years for the postal service. My mother worked for a local middle school in the office for about 26 years. Both are retired now and earned an honest living. That worked hard to give me and my sister things. Sure we never got everything we wanted. Frosty can remember one year when we was 8, when his dad was sick from a bout with cancer. And the family couldn't afford Christmas that year. Frostbite: I have never forgotten that year. My mom and dad did whatever they could for my sister and myself. But Jason that Christmas taught me a lesson. And that was you work your ass off for everything. You don't let up for a minute. Enjoy what you have because tomorrow it could very well be all gone. My dad did beat Cancer and continues to live a good life, but that is what drives the Cold Hearted Bastard. Frostbite: Jason that is Frosty's motivation in this business is to quite simply have things that I could never had before. I never ever want to have that feeling every again. You see Jason anybody that tries to take the Mid-South title from me, is just like taking is making me relive that day. And that is something that will never happen again. Jason it doesn't matter who comes after the title, you are going to discover what Freebear, to Soutter himself and that quite simply is this. The camera zooms in on his cold, blue and intense eyes. Frostbite: YOU DO NOT PISS OFF A COLD HEARTED BASTARD!! And Jason, stepping into the ring with me next mouth you will discover a whole different ballgame. Jason, Happy New Year. But then again your 2010 will get off to a rocky start because you won't win the Mid-South title. [ Frostbite throws Jason gift onto his floor as he grabs the black bag and heads out the room and out of the house to give out his Christmas gifts.] Frostbite: Happy Bloody New Year!! [ The scene fades out.] |
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| I ~ Amor | Dec 27 2009, 11:16 PM Post #9 |
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[We fade into a rustic winter scene... a small, quaint village with snow gently falling around it. Ah, Christmastime. Then we pull away to see that this is in fact a snowglobe, and there's none of the white stuff to be seen. This is California, after all. Shawn Reyes and Keith Hennigan are sitting outside on a bench in light jackets. They are, of course, carrying their rewon tag team belts.] SR: Ah, it's the most magical time of year... a time for celebration. Particularly the celebration of the fact that two clowns aren't carrying these belts around with them anymore. And celebration of the start of a long title reign to come. KH: Our last run with these belts was... ordinary. We will not make that mistake again. SR: Well put. We certainly aren't going to lose them to a team like the Alley Cats. [Raymond Hernadez enters the frame, carrying a taped-up box. He speaks very woodenly.] RH: Hey kids, the Alley Cats sent you Christmas presents. SR: Well that's awfully nice of them. Shows good sportsmanship. It's a bit late, though. KH: Blame the overseas shipping. [Reyes and Hennigan tear into the box and begin pulling out gifts.] SR: Hey, it's Candy Randy Candy! [Yes, it's some fruity candy molded into the shape of House of Love breakout star Randy Candy.] KH: They also gave us the House of Love 2010 Swimsuit Calendar. I really don't want to look at it. SR: Hey, it's the HoL Official Soundtrack! It has all their entrance themes and five remixes of that annoying soccer chant. [Keith Hennigan unfolds the liner notes, which cascade into a huge sheet of paper.] KH: Hmm. It's the House of Love family tree, explaining all of the strange relations between these inscrutable Dutchmen. This could come in handy. SR: Hey, why do these guys have more merchandise than us? We're the champs! RH: I'm working on it, but nobody wants to market Kaiser-Os cereal. [Hennigan shrugs. Reyes leaps up from the bench and starts pacing.] SR: Man, this outpouring of holiday generosity makes me feel like Scrooge. And not Scrooge at the beginning of the movie when he's all "Bah humbug", but when he goes crazy and gets everyone Christmas shit at the end. We need to get presents for the Alley Cats, Keith. KH: Why not some replica title belts? Since they won't be getting the real ones? SR: Nope. Frostbite just did that bit, and we are not so desperate as to steal material from him. Come on guys. We have to go to the mall. [And so our heroes set out on their quest to find appropriate belated Christmas gifts for the Alley Cats. To be continued, maybe.] |
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| Frostbite | Dec 31 2009, 03:12 PM Post #10 |
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Ah yes it is New Years Eve, do you know what your kids are doing this evening, or do we know what you will be doing yourself this evening. We can only guess that you will be at someone party getting drunk out of your every lovely mind, puking your guts out all over someone carpet. Ah yes then again maybe some of you will stay at home and do the smart thing and watch TV as the ball drops from Time Square where about a million people will stand in the frezeing cold weather as we ring in 2010. As the ball drops and we turn to another new year we always hear those new year resolutions that everyone sets and never follows up on. I guess you one of many that wants to lose weight. Instead of losing it you put on about 20 more pounds. Or what about getting that new job. Tired of that old one, you have been on that job for 20 years and still haven't gotten the promotion you felt you deserve about 10 years ago only to watch someone else get your spot. But we all know that you are going to keep that job and let that company continue to walk all over you. Consider yourself lucky because others don't have a job. Or maybe you will find someone to love, but again let's be honest once 2010 comes to an end you will still be sitting at home wondering why can't I meet anyone. Makes me wonder what kind of New Year Resolutions that some members of the SWAT roster would have for this coming year. American Freebear: To finally shave my whole body and start acting like I am human. Eric Herrera: To try and continue to bring honor to this business. Damn Eric, good luck with that one. Soutter: To continue to have the SWAT roster make me more money, and not have Frostbite whip my ass again or have him tick off at me. Packer: Well, I really don't know. I will have to get back to you on that one. Jason Birmingham: That would be, to continue to work my way up the ladder here in SWAT, but never winning the Mid-South title as long as Frostbite is the Champion. Frostbite: Well, to continue to show the wrestling world that good old Frosty is to be taking seriously. Another World title around my waist, a long run as Mid-South Champ, and hell you knows maybe take on a tag team partner and win some tag team gold. You see I have big dreams for myself in this coming year. But you see Frostbite gold count is getting mighty damn low. I was hoping to walk into the new year on top in three different companies, but that didn't happen and that the Cold Hearted Bastard a very ticked off man. Sure I have the Mid-South title still around my waist, and that makes me that much more determine to keep the title. Jason isn't going to take the gold from me. Not after all the hard work I put into defeating Freebear. I told him that their was a new sheriff in town and I will be damn if my reign comes to an end this quickly. LET SNOW!! LET IT SNOW!! [ Ah yes that song you can play over and over again well it fits this place quite well because we are somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. Quite frankly we are on the mountains that Frostbite actually use to a ski instructor. We see a few people already skiing down the mountains, enjoy themselves trying to avoid crashing into those many trees. Some are doing a real good job while others are slowly going down the mountains, as they are first time skiers more than likely.] A wiff of fresh air up here in the mountains that is quite a wonderful smell, away from the city life where we would probably smell some type of foul odor or away from the smog filled air. Nothing beats being up here in the mountains, it is certainly breath taking. We catch up with the SWAT Mid-South champion, Frostbite as he is set to ski down this mountain. He has done this a thousand times before. He has on a blue ski coat with blue pants and black boots. He takes a look down the mountain as a smile comes across his lips as he puts on his goggles as he pushes off his pole as he comes down the mountain. MOMENTS LATER Frostbite has finish his run as he has conquor the mountain. He looks back up, as shakes his head. Frostbite: Jason this is a hard mountain to try and ski down from. Quite a few tricky spots, but nothing I couldn't handle. You see I ski down these mountains for about 2 years, until one day changed it all. I am not going to simply tell you the details about that day. I will say this much it changed my life. Frostbite pulls off his blue glove as he shows the camera his left hand minus his pinkie. Frostbite: Jason, consider yourself a lucky man you don't deal with a handicap like I do. Hell, I got used to not having it after a couple of months. You at times act like it is still there. Sure it isn't like losing your arm or leg in someway but nevetheless it did cost me my job. I small little handicap like that cost me my job. That didn't think I could still do my job. But the day of my firing, a new light was shown to John Cannon. The World of pro wrestling. Frostbite: And that changed everything. A young woman help me see a different light. And they say from there, the rest is history. But Jason I am reminded everyday about this handicap and much I did overcome. This business has been quite good to me. He has shown me so much more. If I never lived down the day, then I wouldn't be here today. Strange as it sounds, something bad turn out to be something good. [ Frostbite puts back on his glove, as he takes his pole out of the ground.] Frostbite: Jason, I look back on things and I told myself that after that day that I would take nothing for granted anymore. Most of us do, but when something like that happens in your life you look at things a little bit differently. And after I big break getting into this business, I decided that I was going to play it to the max, leave nothing out there. And to this point I haven't and still do to this day. Frostbite: Jason you strike me as a person that takes things for granted, which is why you are a cocky and arrogant like bastard. You walk in here and think you have it made, that you are going to walk into Little Rock and just take away my Mid-South title just like that. It won't be that easy, and it will not happen. Jason when I first broke into this business, I told 10 year vets in this business that I was going to be something special. Sure they laugh at me, they heard it all before. But know those vets are enjoying life in retirement while I continue to make my point. Jason there is a lesson that they learn and you will shortly. Frostbite: The lesson is you give it everything you have. No matter what the cost is. I want to live an impression in this sport. And before I decide to leave, I am going to destroy anybody that gets in my way of me getting my goals set. Jason, just as I made a believer out of those vets. Trust me, I am going to make a believer out of you. Freebear is one, Brock os one, Soutter is one, and you shall be too. [ Frostbite puts on his goggles as he turns his back to the mountains.] Frostbite: Jason you are just the start of bigger things for Frosty in 2010. And that Jason you can believe. [ Frostbite skis off as our camera take one last look at the beautiful mountains before the scene fades out.] |
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| I ~ Tum Tum | Dec 31 2009, 08:28 PM Post #11 |
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Stormy Weather is piss off just saw the Hennigan&Reys promo. SW: Who was the funny guy to created the merchandise and send to Hennigan&Reys? Yes the soundtrack could be funny Tum Tum had worked a week on only the first remixen. But who stole our promotion photo,s and what I hear on that calender saw some private taken pics of some off us girls. Yes I know most have seen Princess Kuna with not much clothes on,but Nannie Sadie and Wicked Widow laying on a massage table(I hear)? Shameless Edward: You told us to send a Christmas present to Hennigan&Reys to be friendly. I mated the calender but the private pics nobody sees anything,not Kuna in bed with her husband or the Rookie kissing Australian Rose What is the problem girl on the soundtrack you hear you sing off-key but not Miss Alma singing us entrancetheme with deep vioce. SW: The problem cookie is that Packer got calls were the male fans can buy the Swimsuit calender or the dolls of Henry&you in a pose who is whoa! You have to tell the fans that there ain,t official House of Love merchandise yes the calender was nice. Heavenly Henry: What mean with dolls of us girl these are the real onces from a campage for the Men of the World swim pants issue. But your problem is Hennigan&Reyes are hot and thinking about the calender with all of us in swim wear make them horny. But boys better horny and wet then sad when beat you two 1.2.3 bye! Fade away our trio is talking still when we left. |
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| Packer | Jan 4 2010, 02:18 AM Post #12 |
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UPDATE: BATTLEGROUND WILL START THIS WEEK. I WANNA STAY ON TRACK FOR THE MASSACRE IN FEB. |
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| I ~ Brock Sisson | Jan 6 2010, 05:23 AM Post #13 |
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A camera gets turned on in a darkened room, thaks to a filter or night setting we can see Brock Sisson leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette, the ember burning brighter and brighter as he drags more of the smoke into his lungs before exhaling, it's obvious the camera is hand held as Brock wouldn't dare give his location away. Brock: Eric Herrera, mr I want to bring respect and honour back to wrestling. Here's a free tip Eric, what we do has no honour and integrity, we beat each other up and at the end of the day you have to look out for yourself and no-one else. You will never know the full extent of what i've gone through in my life, if you went through anything like I did you couldn't stand there and spout that bullshit about how you were where I once was, you don't escape this frame of mind and some crappy gang war on the streets of chicago isn't going to change that, neither is a crappy little sob story WAAH WAAH I don't know who my father is and it messed me up. Eric I might be what some people call messed up but I did what I had to do to survive and now i'm a free man who just likes hurting people sure in Yatla it was a necessity but I always enjoyed it, showing someone your superior to them by showing them their own blood on your hands, it is such a rush of adrenaline, SWAT simply gives me a place to do that and they actually pay me for it. Brock: Eric I don't care what people think of you and I never will, if people think your an asshole then they can think your an asshole, woop de fucking doo, i'm sure everyone thinks someone is an asshole but they just say it behind their back because a lot of people in this world are cowards. Why am I going to give an iota of concern to someone you were 3 years ago, your quite obviously not that person anymore so it has no bearing for when we go in that ring and I do what I do best which is beat the hell out of people. Brock: God gave you a second Eric, what a load of bullshit, even if there was a god you really think he'd choose to spend his time checking out a dog collar match in some little bingo hall. I'm pretty sure he'd be telling the army where Bin Laden was hiding or curing cancer, you know something important. You and I are very different Eric, I feel no remorse for any of my actions, I look back on my trails of blood with honour and pride, I loved doing what I did to sexy by nature, I ended careers and committed vehicular manslaughter that night, i'm proud of myself for doing it. I remember it fondly, vividly. Brock: You think I give a crap whether or not people show up, here's another little secret Eric and boy i'm full of plenty of them for you it seems. Even if the people get pissed at what I say they're still going to buy tickets to see someone hopefully beat me up, wrestling fans are gullible Eric and they can easily be fooled, look how many bad people have become good and how many good people have become bad, as soon as they turn one way or the other, all their past transgressions are forgotten, fans are always going to buy tickets and take the money out of their as you said "precious rent" so why should I even worry about that. Brock: Lineage Eric, it's like you took a look at a book called "how to talk about things Brock Sissons doesn't care about and memorised it" First of all i'd hardly call Mr.Pornstar prestigious, same goes for Sangre. I'm relishing the oppourtunity to take your title simply because from everything you've been saying about respect, honour and lineage, it's going to hurt quite a lot when I do, you'll have physical and mental injuries by the time i'm through maiming your carcass. Brock: I don't pay dues Eric, I give reciepts stained with the blood of my opponents, the only epiphany i'm in for is that the national title adds a bit of extra weight when it's thrown over your shoulder, Eric Herrera you have never walked my path and no man alive ever will, if you just want to make me angrier and thirst for more of your blood, your definitely succeding. You suddenly know what my dreams are Eric, I find that laughable oh dear hardcore messiah how would you know what's inside my head when you haven't lived my life, no matter how much you want to believe you have. Try spending life in a 16x16 cell, that was the biggest Yatla had and I earned it by taking over that prison, try having someone who didn't graduate high school tell you when you can shit, when you can eat and when you can leave a cell, don't delude yourself into thinking you know anything about me. Brock: I don't give a fuck about this business Eric, SWAT called me and requested me for the Saint Valentines day Massacre, I certaintly didn't call SWAT. They give me a paycheck and I have free reign to hurt people and do as I please and at Battleground I please to take the national title simply to hurt you even more. There is no taming Brock Sisson and your about to find that out in spades. Turns off camera |
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| I ~ Christian | Jan 6 2010, 07:54 PM Post #14 |
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"The American Freebear mauls, he tosses punks around like so many sacks of potatos, he can even FLY THROUGH THE AIR with the greatest of ease... But he also rings in the new year like none other! Here's for a momentous twenty-ten in the Mid-South region! [The American Freebear coming back to his favorite region in the world, rocking the fur coat and the star-spangled singlet for all to behold! Surrounded by party streamers and banners announcing that we are indeed in 2010 (only took me 7 days to get back to work), the Moondog with the Moonsault welcomes the new year with bluster: the most agile big man in wrestling indeed, the only bear that flies!] "See, after fighting Frostbiten evil former ski instructors possessing only NINE fingers, I'm now facing a Dragon that apparently can also fly..." "Listen, of course dragons fly. It'd be pretty weak to wrestle the only dragon that doesn't fly. But the deal is, when bears fly it's something amazing. Awe-inspiring, astonishing... It's also something that's highly dangerous for anything caught underneath the Flyin' Ursine considering how incredibly LARGE us Flyin' Ursines get, all of which amounts to a lot of danger to a lot of people no matter where they stand in the general viscinity of the ring. I mean, skies darken when I climb up that top rope..." "But meanwhile, when dragon's fly it's called a dragonfly. An insect. I'm from Florida, we get those HYU-UGE skeeters, but none of them compare to bears." "Well we don't have bears in Florida; but the original gimmick was to be a bear that went down to Florida to partake of the amazing waves. A surfer bear, that is to say. See, before I became the American Freebear I obviously didn't know I could fly yet so I was thinking up wrestling gimmicks while I going through training and one of them was to be this huge bear of a man that would've done the trip to Florida for the awesome waves and I'd have a giant fullbody swimsuit and shades and a surfboard and maybe even hit others with the surfboard but then I discovered I could fly and flying bears make for far better gimmicks then surfing bears, do you agree?" "Where was I?" [Have a care: nobody parties like the American Freebear and it's a lot easier to recover from a wrestling match then it is to recover from the super party of the decade! The wild and whooly one, shakes his head violently to get ideas back in order and recovers.] "Point is, you ain't impressin' no one, Mr. Dragon. For all your time in the Mid-South, you never realized that what mattered here weren't size or strength or training, it's about guts! When I spoke to you about my former life in my three-sided cage, I was talking about guts! I followed my dream of flying across this world on guts alone while you're still stuck analyzing strength or agility or what-not like some goddamn robot!" "What do you see when you look at me, Dragon-man? Do you just see an agile big man in the ring? That's a pretty impressive sight alright, but there's been agile big men in wrestling before. No Dragon Belt, I'm the mothereffin' American Freebear. I took a risk, gave up my comfortable little 3-sided cage to become a travelin' bear roamin' across the world! I became the only bear that flies, I soar through the skies, capture all eyes, to your great surprise at my impressive size!" [He seizes a microphones and harrangues his opponent, totally oblivious to the fact that we're recording this from the Mid-South studio with the boom mic and everything. He's got the passion.] "Dragon Belt! You know, I know and everybody knows that SWAT Mid-South can only have one champion... and it has to be the Freebear!!! No one represents the South like the Freebear! No one shows what's important to the fans as much as the Freebear does! As I get back up those ranking until I get my rematch against Frostbite, I'm gonna bite, fight MAUL everything in my way: dragons, monsters, snowmen; BEARS DON'T GIVE A DOODLE!!! I'm a Freebear on a mission, my mission is to get my title back, win it for the South, win it for the ol' Glory just rarrin' to rise again, show all the Eric Herrerra's the real tradition we have in the Mid-South which does not include slightly amputated Colorado snowmen!!! It involves smashing! Trashing! Crushing! Beating!!! And if you look to the skies, you just might find a bit more in this world..." "But that's me. I'm the American Freebear. I'm the guy that people of the South are looking up to. Not just because I'm currently flying in the air, but because I'm the guy they want to see win the belt, see represent the South! Dragon Belt; you ain't got nothing of that. Guts, tradition... You're a friggin' Dragon man! And at Battleground in Little Rock Arkansas, you'll find that this bear, you cannot change! OH LORD, I CAN'T CHANGE- WON'T YOU FLYYYYYY FREEEEE BEAR YEAH!!" [Cue the music, and the cartwheels. We fade out to...] |
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| I ~ Sasso | Jan 7 2010, 04:00 AM Post #15 |
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Huh, this is a strange one. We're at Jason Birmingham's apartment, but where are the women? The theatrics, the wacky antics leading up to his promo. Unless we're at his locker room during the show, there's usually something goofy to accompany him. Rather odd, but perhaps we'll get an explanation. Actually of course we'll get one, but we'll just have to wait for that now won't we? His demeanor is cool and collected as usual. The handsome visage of the rising prodigy bears a contemplative look as he sits on his familiar sofa. He sighs and flips his flowing brown locks back as he leans against the cushions. A slight chuckle escapes him before he turns serious once more. Not that he's in a joking mood in the slightest, but some things you can't help but laugh at. If only so their absurdity don't drive you insane trying to figure out the logic behind them. Jason: It's kind of ironic, isn't it? One of the first things you said to me was not to think I have you all figured out and what do I get? Promo after promo of your inane ramblings trying to peg me. "You strike me as this type, I bet you never had to work hard for anything. I bet you're riding high off the Hamilton Cup." And so it goes on and on, with your broad sweeping brush strokes hoping if you keep throwing shit at the wall that something sticks. Figures though, since all you apparently seem to have on me is the shocking revelation that I'm cocky. Jason Birmingham is arrogant says Frostbite, as if he has any place to be casting such dispersions upon me. As if he's the second coming of Zoltar he feels he can prognosticate that my supreme self confidence is something that will hinder me when I step into the ring with the almighty Frostbite, rather than the driving force for my success. Riddle me this though, what makes this scenario any different than your little story about the veterans claiming you didn't have what it takes to be something special? His voice is questioning, an eyebrow quirked. Shrugging his shoulders he continues, resolve in his voice without any need to raise it. Jason: See, I've been hearing the same thing since I stepped foot in SWAT Mid South. They claimed me to be a cocky punk who can't back up his words, that my mouth is going to get me into trouble. Or that I may be good, but this is the time I'm i over my head. I've been doubted and written off against decorated veterans of this business, whether they were a former Mid South Champion, or they were simply know for title success which took place elsewhere. Yet, I'm still standing here not having been pinned or submitted. And still the doubters come, Freebear is already assuming you'll still hold the title when he comes calling for it again as I'm written off once more. Despite the fact that my unblemished singles record says that I'm the strongest threat to your title you've got, I simply get a half assed acknowledgment of the threat I pose. And in the meantime I'm getting the treatment as if I'm an some wide eyed fool that needs to be informed of the severity of the situation he's in. He takes a moment to clear his throat, let everyone catch up to things for a moment. Especially, a somewhat slow Mid South Champion. Jason: Let's flash back a bit to the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. A certain brash, handsome newcomer named Jason Birmingham was making predictions on the results of the card while also trying to figure out why he was booked in such an easy first match. Why? Because he doesn't like having it easy, he seeks the challenge and isn't the type to get complacent and settle for mediocrity. Upset out of pride that I wasn't afforded the chance to do more to help this place from day one. But I do digress, back to my predictions. Do you know who I predicted to win that match? That's right, it was you Frostbite ... I said that I saw your drive and determination from day one here. So spare me the talk about how determined and focused you are as if I didn't already know, spare me the story about losing your finger which you shared with all of us on that very same show we both debuted in SWAT at. Are you starting to put two and two together? Put that together with my knowledge and conviction I had from day one that I'd be reaching the top of the food chain here, the fact I could see you had big things ahead. Do you think this scenario hadn't crossed my mind months ago? That I haven't been preparing for this my whole run here and don't know what I'm getting myself into? If not, then you really don't pay enough attention to your competiton here Sherriff. Was he being a bit of an ass with the questions? Yes, but really Frostbite should have given him treatment a bit more fitting of a student of the game with the intellect that Jason posseses. Jason: I realize this may seem a bit less flashy than my usual style, but I'm not really in the mood for a gimmicky promo right now. No mood for my rants about Alpacas or whatnot, or signing the interview girl's tits and certainly not for the trite, cliche holiday themed promos you've been sending out. Because contrary to what you think I'm certainly not riding high off the Hamilton win although it would be foolish of you to write it off. I'm not feeling on top of the world in the least bit, in fact much like you there's a lot I'm not satisfied with. But for me it doesn't have anything to do with the amount of gold in my trophy case, or even that my Hamilton Cup Trophy is still missing. What it boils down to is this ... the last match that both you and I took part in for Mid South, our team lost to a bunch of inferior hacks from North East. Neither of us was pinned or submitted, but it was a new feeling for me here. A sinking one in the pit of my stomach, one of embarrassment. When I've spoken about my pride in representing Mid South on numerous occasions, I meant every bit of it. They weren't just hollow words I felt sounded good, for me my word in wanting to be a representative for Mid South meant everything and for that night I didn't live up to it. Brock Sisson may have been the one to tap out that night, but the burden falls just as much on every one of us who were counted on to bring this region to victory. Damn right there's fire and passion as he said that. This is about a tiny bit more than winning or holding onto a title, it's about representing the place with pride. Embodying Jason: As the Mid South Champion you're looked at as the leader of this region, and given that you were in that cage just like me you should be feeling just as much personal accountability as I do for the fact that we lost to a group of second rate talent that we are better than period. But even though before War Games you mentioned representing the South, you've made it pretty clear where your priorities lie with what you've spoken of since. The same places you've made it clear they did since you stepped foot into this place. I guess, maybe that's why it stings me on a more personal level. For the fact that I've got no other focus; this is the only place I call home, that I've invested myself in. That it's not just another place I've rented myself out to like a cheap prostitute so I can add titles to my resume, and establish it as my stomping grounds. Am I an arrogant son of a bitch in love with himself? You're damn right I am, but I'm also one who's damn proud to be a part of this region. It's not going to be one of many stops in my career, part of a quest to win as many different company's titles as I can. Why would he want to win Titles in a bunch different feds when he can focus on being the best Mid South Champion he can? There's a reason this is the first place he signed as far as a mainstream promotion, he thinks it's quite swell here really. Jason: As far as how I had things growing up, you can assume all you want. I don't need to go into details because I'm not here on the business of sharing stories from my childhood. Really, I'm sure I could spin you some lovely tales of twists life threw at me which helped mold me into who I am today. Which showed me that the ordinary mundane existence wasn't my path, but does anyone really give two shits about that? I think what they really care about is how spectacular a show we can put on in the ring, not who can regale them with a more gripping story of childhood adversity overcome. No matter how you got your mindset, all I care about is that you are a hungry, determined, bastard. So much so to a degree you'd rather get set on fire than utter the words "I Quit" in a match. Regardless though of how much you throw out there to try and "prove" I can't match your determination, willpower, skill or ability to rise to the occasion, the facts are simple. A wry smirk creeps across his face, nonetheless it's evident he's taking this damn seriously. Jason: You have no idea what I'm capable of with stakes like these. That's not a threat, it's simple reality that we've only seen the tip of the iceberg when it comes to me. Repeat your little talking points all you want, and I'm sure you will but that's not going to change the truth of the situation. Throw out all the quotes you want and maybe you do have a trick or two I haven't seen, but if you think you've seen even close to every trick I've got up my sleeve you're sadly mistaken. I'm the X factor, I'm the unknown one here and don't forget that. I don't care if I have to stare into those oh so intense cold blue eyes, or rip that title out of your dead hands. I'm strapping that title around my waist and showing that the terms "pretty boy" and "tough son of a bitch" don't have to be mutually exclusive. That you don't need to talk about destroying everyone in the path of what you want to make it to the promised land. More importantly, I'm bringing the real change to the top this region needs. Someone who not only represents fresh blood in this industry, but who has exclusive loyalty to this region and making it as damn important an attraction in the wrestling industry that he can. People can talk about the proud history of this company all they want, but when it comes down to it at the end of the day it's always shown that this is just another place of employment for them. Slowly standing up, the smirk dissipates. Jason: Looking at the mold of the people who have held this prestigious belt, I really don't fit any of them. I'm not a gold hungry cold hearted bastard, I'm not someone with quixotic delusions of changing an entire industry, and I'm not a bruising mauler. What I am though is the best this place has to offer at what I do; just you wait and find out. Fade To Black Edited by Sasso, Jan 7 2010, 04:04 AM.
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Shameless Edward mind ain,t busy thinking about the up and coming confrontation with Hennigan and Reyes.

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