Post by Pekelo Kimo on Jul 8, 2016 1:42:43 GMT -5
The fist shot we see is Kimo, dressed rather casually, walking into his living room from the kitchen with a plate full of spaghetti and garlic knots in one hand and a Dos Equis in the other. He heads towrd the nearest couch and takes a seat. He reaches for the remote, turns on his TV and we hear the all to familiar theme to Game of Thrones.
Kimo: Babe! It's on!
We hear a woman's voice with an Irish accent accent coming from the background.
Voice: I'll be out in a bit.
Kimo: You better hurry.
Voice: Which one is it?
Kimo: Season 6.
Voice: I know, but which one?
Kimo: All of it.
Voice: Son of a -
The woman, his girlfriend Alex O'Culhainn, walks out with a plate packed higher than his.
Kimo: What you get, the rest of the pot.
Alex: Hey, I haven't eaten all bloody day. Besides, I'm not the one with a match coming up.
Kimo: Yeah rub it in. Remember, we leave for Atlanta on Saturday. You got the rental booked?
Alex: Of course! I took care of that three days ago! You know your cousin has some pretty good connections.
Kimo: Yeah, she's also the one who told me about the NGW.
Alex: You looking forward to some new blood?
Kimo: Are you kidding me? The people in the AWA were getting more stagnant than Bill Barnhardt's breath!
Alex: Who?
Kimo: Long story. Anyways lets dig in.
--Fast forward to later in the evening--
Alex: Look at the shade Lyanna is throwing.
Kimo: I know she's a little badass.
--Ten minutes later--
Alex: HELL YES! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME THAT BASTARD DIED!
Kimo: I don't know which death is more satisfying, his or Joffrey's?
--15 minutes later--
Alex: Did Cersei just-
Kimo: Yup.
Alex:...but all those people.
Kimo: Does it look like she gives a shit?
--3 mintues later--
Kimo: And that's why they call it King's Landing.
Alex: Well, when your parents are brother and sister...
--45 minutes later--
Alex: That's Jon Snows mom? So he isn't--
Kimo: Nope!
Alex: The who's his -
Kimo: Don't know? Probably won't find out until next season.
--Fast forward 5 minutes later.--
Kimo and Alex: THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH!
They finish the marathon and get ready to turn in.
Alex: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Kimo: Some serious shit is about to go down.
Alex: You talking about next season, or your match.
Kimo: Now that I think about it, both.
Alex: So they do this for all the newbies?
Kimo: So I've been told. It's just a battle royal, nothing too serious.
Alex: How can it not be that serious?
Kimo: It's just a bunch of newbies. this'll be nothing for me.
Alex: Well let's hope so, I'm gonna go to bed.
Kimo: Be there in a minute.
--The scene fades to him standing outside his back door. Watching the waves roll in under the moonlit sky, listening as they crach against the shore. He takes one deep breath, relishes the smell of the sea air and let's it go.--
Kimo: I never thought I'd be back at it this soon. This business grows on you. No matter how much time you spend away, you always seem to find a way back to it. A lot is different this time around. New house, a new girl, now a new battleground, new allies, and new enemies. But before I do all that, I just have to get past this first match. I know I said that this will be easy for me, and they may be a bunch of rookies, but I can't underestimate them. They're as much a threat to me as I am to them, but that doesn't mean they can't be picked apart.
First we have Taryn Willow. You call yourself "Wrestling's Lioness." I only know one woman that can make that claim and, believe me when I say this, you aren't her. Let me ask you something, do you watch Game Of Thrones? Me, I love that show. If you do, here's another question. Are you familiar with the song "The Rains of Castamere?"
"And who are you," the proud lord said,
"that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat.
That's all the truth I know.
In coat of gold or coat of red,
a lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord.
As long and sharp as yours."
And so he spoke,
and so he spoke,
that lord of castemere.
but now the rains weep o'er his halls
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls
and not a soul to hear.
The song tells the story of a proud lesser lord, the lord of House Reyne, who thought himself equal to the house he served, The Lannisters. However, his pride got the better of him when he led his house in open rebellion against them. To cut a long story short, the proud Lord of Castemere wound up losing. The price for his insubordination, every member of his house, ever man woman and child ended up being slaughtered. Now there is no house Reyne.
Now why am I telling you this? This is a from a book! Well there is a real world parallel to this. Back in the 13th century, a man named Simon De Montfort rose against King Henry III, ultimately he was killed by Henry's heir, King Edward I, aka Edward the Longshanks.
The lesson behind all this is simple. The real lion is among you, and if you aren't careful, you WILL be put in your place. Granted she is unable to do so at the moment, however, if given the opportunity, I'll be glad to do it for her.
Now onto the brainless wonder, Damien Drake. Are you trying to be intimidating? If so, you're trying too hard and if you try to hard to be something you're not, you end up looking like an ass. You're too reckless. Granted I'm not one to knock putting yourself at risk to achieve victory.
Let me tell you a little story, back when I was in the AWA, I went up against a much hated rival in a cage match for the International Title. We beat each other senseless. At the end, it was me and him climbing down the outside wall to see who could make it down first. Now I was still fifteen feet to the bottom, but damn I was tired. I tried my damnedest to keep my grip, but ultimately my arm gave out and I wound up having to let go and just freefall. Seriously, what choice did I have. Luckily the ring apron broke my fall before I wound up hitting concrete. When I came to my senses, my hand was being raised and the belt was being placed over my shoulder.
What I'm trying to say is, there is a time and place for risk. Every time is not it. You are a mad dog, and some Saturday, I will put you down like one.
And now to the man who's biting off more than he can chew, Mic Strong. You think being a comentator makes you think you can make it as a wrestler. If that's seriously what you think, then to quote Judas Priest, "you got another thing coming." You see, while you were sitting down, watching things happen and talking about them. People like me were living the things you were talking about. You sat in a chair while we did all the work.
Let's rewind a bit and take let me drop another Thrones reference. There is a character who, like you, thinks that by watching how it's done makes them an expert on the matter. His name was Renly. He thought that simply because he knew how to carry himself like a King, that he could ACTUALLY be the King. He wound up learning the hard way that there's more to ruling than just fancy words and fancy clothes.
You can't just slap on a pair of trunks and call yourself a wrestler. You need to earn the right to call yourself one. We put our bodies on the line every time we step in that ring. We eat, breathe, sweat, sleep, bleed, and sometimes die for this business. My question to you is are you willing to pay that price to even CONSIDER calling yourself one of us? You're nothing but a minnow swimming among sharks and after the dust settles, you'll be nothing but chum, not unlike your compatriot in this matter, Heath Sommersby.
Heath, the only thing that we have in common is that we both know what it's like to be in the scrum, the only difference is, I back the All Blacks. The Springboks are good, I'll give them that, but do they have three world titles?
But we're not hear to talk about our teams. We're here to talk about the match.
Out of everyone in this match, you're the biggest threat because of your experience in the pitch. My guess is this match will boil down to just you and me, but we both know only one of us can win. And my job is to make damn sure that person isn't you.
You don't like to share the spotlight? If this were Rugby, that would show you don't deserve to wear your teams kit. Sure wrestling is mostly a one-on-one deal, but if this were a tag team match, you'd more than likely be the reason your side loses. You of all people should know that a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link.
My first ever match as a wrestler was a tag team match, one I still remember to this day. It was me and my tag partner, Michael Andrews against Josh Woodrum and Yuji Yoshida. Now Woodrum was a scumbag among scumbags, which is why I hated him, and he would sometimes pal around with this huge sumo-wrestler-reject-looking S.OB., and even though me and Michaels never met before, me and him were like clockwork against those two clowns. Why? Because we knew that Josh was the type of person to send in his much larger partner in to do the dirty work so he could swoop in and take all the credit for himself. Me and Andrews, however had each other's backs. And while one of us was in the ring, the other was keeping an eye on the other guy to make sure they wouldn't try anything funny, and if they did we'd be on them like white on rice. In the end, teamwork paid off as Andrews held Woodrum back while I delivered a left that turned his brain into an etch-a-sketch and sent him falling to the mat like a downed tree trunk.
The point I'm trying to make here is simple. There's a time to be a lone wolf and a time you have to stand with the pack. And if you can't stand with the pack, you'll never survive.
You see people, I've made my bones in this business, not just in wrestling, in MMA, martial arts, in combat sport in general. I am the 2 time Heavyweight Champion for the PGFC, The former AWA International champion. You guys are nothing but a bunch of greenhorns that think their ready to run with the big dogs. Well come Saturday, when that bell rings, we're all gonna give the NGW universe one HELL of a show. But after the dust settles, it's gonna be me that'll be left standing. I'll see you in the ring.
--He walks back into his house, and locks the door behind him. The camerkeeps the outside of the house in frame as he goes through making sure all the lights are off, finally panning to the sea and fading to black after the bedroom light is shut off.--