Post by SiMox on May 19, 2010 14:02:55 GMT -6
The scene opens up to the image of Simon Sensation and Johnny Moxie sitting down at a table in what appears to be a restaurant.
Simon: Come on…….isn’t that damn thing you’re in at 4 Up an eating contest or something? You got to go up there and hit the buffet. It’s probably the only time you can train and eat whatever you want.
Taking apparent offense to what was said, Johnny shakes his head.
Johnny: It’s not an eating contest. It’s a hardcore, anything goes kind of match. You know, kind of like a street fight? There’ll be tables of food, weapons, you know? It’ll have EVERYTHING at ringside.
This causes Simon to fold his arms over his chest and shakes his head.
Simon: Food in a hardcore match?
Shrugging a shoulder, Johnny looks over at him and then furrows his brow.
Johnny: It’s got those fat asses Kong, Vader and Mauler in it. What do you expect? They’ll probably just spend the whole damn match at ringside on their lazy asses, watching the rest of us fight and eliminate each other. It wouldn’t surprise me any.
He nods over at Simon after a few moments of silence.
Johnny: How’s the prep for the tournament coming?
Simon shrugs a shoulder, as if not paying too much mind or thinking too hard about the question.
Simon: Not too bad, Mox, not too bad. It’s going to be interesting to say the least, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve been in matches like these before, I’ve been dealt these kinds of cards before, it’s nothing that I’m completely new to and nothing I haven’t overcome somehow before.
Johnny nods and wrinkles his nose as he looks toward a buffet that’s way off on the other side of the room, barely visible to us.
Johnny: I’ve been there before and done that. Hell, I made it to last year’s Cage of Death. It seems daunting, but don’t let it get to you and you shouldn’t have any troubles.
Simon nods and stands up with a sigh.
Simon: Well, I know my ass isn’t in that Destruction Crew All You Can Destroy debacle, but I’m going to go and grab me a plate of food.
Johnny nods as his tag team partner and the man who helped train him and break him into the business walks out of view and then looks down at the table in front of him with a sigh.
Johnny: Well, here we are. 4 Up once again, but for me this night won’t be like last year’s. It won’t be about winning the tournament and getting the Bad Blood Championship. It won’t be about worrying about three stages of hell that I would have to wade through if I want the gold. This year is different, this year I’m in this All You Can Destroy Invitational and you know what?
He laughs and strokes his chin with his right hand as he nods.
Johnny: This is my kind of match. This is my kind of night. Instead of worry about survival on a round to round basis like I had to last year, I can march down that aisle, slide into the ring and do what I do best and that’s lay it all of the fucking line. That’s soaring through the air majestically like an eagle and going for broke. And the rewards of winning this match? It’s just as good as being in the tournament, if you ask me. A shot at the Bad Blood Championship. That title eluded my grasp once, it managed to slip through my fingers but that won’t happen again.
He shakes his head and holds an index finger up.
Johnny: Oh, no. Because the time for fun and games is over. The time for jokes has passed. It’s time to get down to business and my business is fucking people up between those ropes. And this match, it’s going to prove to be great for business, isn’t it? In addition to myself, you have Benson, Rory Kotch and Petrina, Vader, Mauler, Kong, Seth Davids, Kijar Donnelly. It’s bound to be a ruckus out there when that bell rings. This match is bound to be brutal and sick at points, but you know what? It’s moments like that where I thrive! It’s moments like that where I rise to the occasion while others fall by the wayside.
He shakes his head and grins at us.
Johnny: I know that Kijar, Seth, The Destruction Crew and god knows who else have been talking up a storm this week, but you know what? I don’t care. The fact of the matter is that I don’t let their petty words bother me, because I’m Johnny Moxie, baby. I’m the King of Clubs, I’m the evolution of revolution, I’m a man of actions, not words. And I may not go out to that ring and eliminate all of my opponents in this match, I may not stand in that ring and fly around, putting on a clinic for the ages and dominate every moment from bell to bell, but I guarantee everyone in this match two things thing……
He holds up his fingers again and nods as he looks at us and grins as he leans back.
Johnny: And that is that by the end of the match, by the time that second bell rings, someone’s going to get In-Mox-Icated and also……….when all of the dust has settled and someone gets their hand raised……that someone is going to be ME! Don’t like it?
He snickers and shrugs a shoulder.
Johnny: Too bad! Deal with it!
Simon: Come on…….isn’t that damn thing you’re in at 4 Up an eating contest or something? You got to go up there and hit the buffet. It’s probably the only time you can train and eat whatever you want.
Taking apparent offense to what was said, Johnny shakes his head.
Johnny: It’s not an eating contest. It’s a hardcore, anything goes kind of match. You know, kind of like a street fight? There’ll be tables of food, weapons, you know? It’ll have EVERYTHING at ringside.
This causes Simon to fold his arms over his chest and shakes his head.
Simon: Food in a hardcore match?
Shrugging a shoulder, Johnny looks over at him and then furrows his brow.
Johnny: It’s got those fat asses Kong, Vader and Mauler in it. What do you expect? They’ll probably just spend the whole damn match at ringside on their lazy asses, watching the rest of us fight and eliminate each other. It wouldn’t surprise me any.
He nods over at Simon after a few moments of silence.
Johnny: How’s the prep for the tournament coming?
Simon shrugs a shoulder, as if not paying too much mind or thinking too hard about the question.
Simon: Not too bad, Mox, not too bad. It’s going to be interesting to say the least, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve been in matches like these before, I’ve been dealt these kinds of cards before, it’s nothing that I’m completely new to and nothing I haven’t overcome somehow before.
Johnny nods and wrinkles his nose as he looks toward a buffet that’s way off on the other side of the room, barely visible to us.
Johnny: I’ve been there before and done that. Hell, I made it to last year’s Cage of Death. It seems daunting, but don’t let it get to you and you shouldn’t have any troubles.
Simon nods and stands up with a sigh.
Simon: Well, I know my ass isn’t in that Destruction Crew All You Can Destroy debacle, but I’m going to go and grab me a plate of food.
Johnny nods as his tag team partner and the man who helped train him and break him into the business walks out of view and then looks down at the table in front of him with a sigh.
Johnny: Well, here we are. 4 Up once again, but for me this night won’t be like last year’s. It won’t be about winning the tournament and getting the Bad Blood Championship. It won’t be about worrying about three stages of hell that I would have to wade through if I want the gold. This year is different, this year I’m in this All You Can Destroy Invitational and you know what?
He laughs and strokes his chin with his right hand as he nods.
Johnny: This is my kind of match. This is my kind of night. Instead of worry about survival on a round to round basis like I had to last year, I can march down that aisle, slide into the ring and do what I do best and that’s lay it all of the fucking line. That’s soaring through the air majestically like an eagle and going for broke. And the rewards of winning this match? It’s just as good as being in the tournament, if you ask me. A shot at the Bad Blood Championship. That title eluded my grasp once, it managed to slip through my fingers but that won’t happen again.
He shakes his head and holds an index finger up.
Johnny: Oh, no. Because the time for fun and games is over. The time for jokes has passed. It’s time to get down to business and my business is fucking people up between those ropes. And this match, it’s going to prove to be great for business, isn’t it? In addition to myself, you have Benson, Rory Kotch and Petrina, Vader, Mauler, Kong, Seth Davids, Kijar Donnelly. It’s bound to be a ruckus out there when that bell rings. This match is bound to be brutal and sick at points, but you know what? It’s moments like that where I thrive! It’s moments like that where I rise to the occasion while others fall by the wayside.
He shakes his head and grins at us.
Johnny: I know that Kijar, Seth, The Destruction Crew and god knows who else have been talking up a storm this week, but you know what? I don’t care. The fact of the matter is that I don’t let their petty words bother me, because I’m Johnny Moxie, baby. I’m the King of Clubs, I’m the evolution of revolution, I’m a man of actions, not words. And I may not go out to that ring and eliminate all of my opponents in this match, I may not stand in that ring and fly around, putting on a clinic for the ages and dominate every moment from bell to bell, but I guarantee everyone in this match two things thing……
He holds up his fingers again and nods as he looks at us and grins as he leans back.
Johnny: And that is that by the end of the match, by the time that second bell rings, someone’s going to get In-Mox-Icated and also……….when all of the dust has settled and someone gets their hand raised……that someone is going to be ME! Don’t like it?
He snickers and shrugs a shoulder.
Johnny: Too bad! Deal with it!
