Post by Showtime on May 4, 2015 21:50:20 GMT -8
"May 20th.. Two-Thousand Fifteen.."
".. San Francisco, California.. The Golden State, baby!"
".. Matt Ward, I'm gonna put your big ass on a metaphorical threadmill and watch those stubby legs of yours move like they've never moved before!"
Those three statements were made about three seconds apart, giving the source of the voice time to slip in a pretty good timed pause in between them. Through the black though, emerged an individual that looked to be chiseled from granite and had ungodly pearly white teeth. When one said "his smile was a'blazin'" they were probably speaking of him; and 'him' was Showtime.
"For the first time in a long time, I'm gonna be standin' across the ring from one pudgy little sunnva' bitch with fists the size of boulders and balls the size of raisins. Listen here Ward-- on the 20th, we're gonna go toe-to-toe, head-to-head.."
Showtime lifted his left arm and flexed his bicep which had an apex as high as Mount Kilimanjaro.
"BICEP TO DOUBLE-CHIN and that said bicep is going to be used to pick Matt Ward's mammoth self off of that mat, lift him into the air, let him hang there like he's the great His Airness himself and when he's grown attached to the lighter air quality, bring that son of a bitch down on his back so hard, his heart skips a beat and he knows that.. The.. Show's.. OVER!"
It wasn't so much that he was barking his words out, rather he spoke with much conviction and was very passionate about what he felt. Despite being as stern as could be, he still managed to carry around that charisma on his shoulders that made him quite the commodity when Golden Gate Wrestling had it's open recruitment, it's hard to find someone that walked the walk as good as they talked the talk and Showtime was the total package.
"The fans Ward, they're paying to be put on the edge of their seat and thus knocked the hell out of it. They don't want to be watching some snooze-fest and despite you looking like an overgrown Pillsbury Doughboy, I know you'll bring it--- and you'll bring it with a drive, with passion.. with absolutely no regard for human life and that's why I respect your ability. I not not be a big fan of your fat, flat nose or your forehead that looks like a pack of Ballpark Hot-Dogs, but I'd never stand here---"
Without breaking gaze from the camera, Showtime pointed both thumbs down at the ground..
"... and question your fight, you've got fight Matt-- no question there. You've got the heart, Heart of a Warrior and it ain't a coincidence that you're called The Second City Warrior. It's sure as hell not 'cause you're using that as a pseudonym to enter Hot Pocket eating contests, but it's because when it comes time to get down to the nitty-gritty, Matt Ward knows how to fight and he's always looking for blood.. but this time Matty Boy.. eh- eh.."
Showtime cocked a crooked smile and shook his head from side to side.
"NOT ON THE 20TH! See, on the 20th, in front of three-thousand, psychotic, loud, crazy-ass Californians who paid their hard earned money to see a show, they're gonna get a show. They're gonna get THEE show, in me, Showtime all as a I knock the taste out of Ward's mouth-- and just a bit of advice, when you get some burger grease and bread-crumbs from Matty Boy's head snappin' back, I apologize- come see me after the show and I'll give you a free shirt, and if you're hot, female and feel the need.. I'll pull back the curtain and let you meet the main star.."
Patting the right side of his leg, above his knee, Showtime let off a chuckle all as he jumped in place and flashed that toothy grin again.
"OH YEAH! It's on, two weeks, the adrenaline is rushin'- the smile is blazin'.. and the wins, it's gonna start rolling in! First it's Matt Ward, then it's whoever, whenever.. however. I don't care if I've gotta go one on one with one of the greatest of all time in Drew Stevenson or take on the tactician of the century in Frank Washington, I'm not here to play Connect-4, I'm here to kick ass, take names and get so high on the food-chain that I'm peaking up Aphrodite's skirt and loving the sight. baby! Matt Ward is going to be the first step of ascending the ladder of success, and yeah.. that's a twelve foot, industrial ladder that'll knock you the hell out if you're not careful. I know that taking Ward lightly is foolish, I'm not in the business of underestimatin' folk, but I've been on the track for a breakout- and at the first Gold Rush event, I'm putting the pedal to the metal and charging ahead!"
Much like earlier when this all started to unfold, Showtime's voice still carried much confidence, and he wasn't falling short on showing that toothy smile of his. Showtime's aurora was undeniable, despite not having an overwhelming amount of success of experience, at the end of the day the only thing that mattered was Showtime's confidence in his ability to go out and give the fans a good show, plus put himself on the map in future events. It'd all start at the kickoff event; Gold Rush, on May 20th, 2015. The card was stacked from bottom to the top, a champion would be crowned and stars will be made, Showtime was absolutely one of them. Taking in the air in with a pause all as he managed to stare the camera down a few more seconds, he spoke again.. this time the tone of his voice took a dip in excitement, it was more serious now as he even let the smile escape.
"At the end of the day Ward, it's me and you-- and we're both lookin' to leave a lasting impression. We're fightin' for our jobs, we're out here trying to establish our careers early on.. and without a shadow of a doubt I know that you're capable of whoopin' ass all day, but the buck.. stops.. here.."
Showtime drew an imaginary line on the ground with the tip of his foot, which was covered by a pair of white Nike cross-trainers.
"As big and as much of a badass that you may be Ward, it doesn't scare me. I enjoy the thought of lookin' you in the eye, telling you there's a bit of Mayo in your mustache from polishing off 16 cheeseburgers and then puttin' your ass down for the count and letting it be known- that come hell or highwater, it doesn't matter if you're a 35 time World Champion or if you're just starting out with as much experience as Ricky Jo Bobson from Asshair, Arkansas.. When you're in the ring with me, it's game-time.. And you'll know then.. It's Showtime, baby!"
Closing things with a wink from his right eye, the serious nature had escaped Showtime.. all as he allowed that huge smile to cross his face again--- his eyes sparkled with a unique gleam, one that was definitely the trait of megastar to be. The scene faded to black, on all the face of Showtime looking into the camera.. the moment he'd been waiting for would emerge, the opportunity to present himself as a legitimate building block in the 'new kid on the block' in terms of promotions. Showtime needed to grab this chance by the horns and wrestling this big mama-jamma down and own it. Carpe Diem.. That was the motivation going into the first Gold Rush, and you can bet your bottom dollar that he'll impress.. or die trying.
".. San Francisco, California.. The Golden State, baby!"
".. Matt Ward, I'm gonna put your big ass on a metaphorical threadmill and watch those stubby legs of yours move like they've never moved before!"
Those three statements were made about three seconds apart, giving the source of the voice time to slip in a pretty good timed pause in between them. Through the black though, emerged an individual that looked to be chiseled from granite and had ungodly pearly white teeth. When one said "his smile was a'blazin'" they were probably speaking of him; and 'him' was Showtime.
"For the first time in a long time, I'm gonna be standin' across the ring from one pudgy little sunnva' bitch with fists the size of boulders and balls the size of raisins. Listen here Ward-- on the 20th, we're gonna go toe-to-toe, head-to-head.."
Showtime lifted his left arm and flexed his bicep which had an apex as high as Mount Kilimanjaro.
"BICEP TO DOUBLE-CHIN and that said bicep is going to be used to pick Matt Ward's mammoth self off of that mat, lift him into the air, let him hang there like he's the great His Airness himself and when he's grown attached to the lighter air quality, bring that son of a bitch down on his back so hard, his heart skips a beat and he knows that.. The.. Show's.. OVER!"
It wasn't so much that he was barking his words out, rather he spoke with much conviction and was very passionate about what he felt. Despite being as stern as could be, he still managed to carry around that charisma on his shoulders that made him quite the commodity when Golden Gate Wrestling had it's open recruitment, it's hard to find someone that walked the walk as good as they talked the talk and Showtime was the total package.
"The fans Ward, they're paying to be put on the edge of their seat and thus knocked the hell out of it. They don't want to be watching some snooze-fest and despite you looking like an overgrown Pillsbury Doughboy, I know you'll bring it--- and you'll bring it with a drive, with passion.. with absolutely no regard for human life and that's why I respect your ability. I not not be a big fan of your fat, flat nose or your forehead that looks like a pack of Ballpark Hot-Dogs, but I'd never stand here---"
Without breaking gaze from the camera, Showtime pointed both thumbs down at the ground..
"... and question your fight, you've got fight Matt-- no question there. You've got the heart, Heart of a Warrior and it ain't a coincidence that you're called The Second City Warrior. It's sure as hell not 'cause you're using that as a pseudonym to enter Hot Pocket eating contests, but it's because when it comes time to get down to the nitty-gritty, Matt Ward knows how to fight and he's always looking for blood.. but this time Matty Boy.. eh- eh.."
Showtime cocked a crooked smile and shook his head from side to side.
"NOT ON THE 20TH! See, on the 20th, in front of three-thousand, psychotic, loud, crazy-ass Californians who paid their hard earned money to see a show, they're gonna get a show. They're gonna get THEE show, in me, Showtime all as a I knock the taste out of Ward's mouth-- and just a bit of advice, when you get some burger grease and bread-crumbs from Matty Boy's head snappin' back, I apologize- come see me after the show and I'll give you a free shirt, and if you're hot, female and feel the need.. I'll pull back the curtain and let you meet the main star.."
Patting the right side of his leg, above his knee, Showtime let off a chuckle all as he jumped in place and flashed that toothy grin again.
"OH YEAH! It's on, two weeks, the adrenaline is rushin'- the smile is blazin'.. and the wins, it's gonna start rolling in! First it's Matt Ward, then it's whoever, whenever.. however. I don't care if I've gotta go one on one with one of the greatest of all time in Drew Stevenson or take on the tactician of the century in Frank Washington, I'm not here to play Connect-4, I'm here to kick ass, take names and get so high on the food-chain that I'm peaking up Aphrodite's skirt and loving the sight. baby! Matt Ward is going to be the first step of ascending the ladder of success, and yeah.. that's a twelve foot, industrial ladder that'll knock you the hell out if you're not careful. I know that taking Ward lightly is foolish, I'm not in the business of underestimatin' folk, but I've been on the track for a breakout- and at the first Gold Rush event, I'm putting the pedal to the metal and charging ahead!"
Much like earlier when this all started to unfold, Showtime's voice still carried much confidence, and he wasn't falling short on showing that toothy smile of his. Showtime's aurora was undeniable, despite not having an overwhelming amount of success of experience, at the end of the day the only thing that mattered was Showtime's confidence in his ability to go out and give the fans a good show, plus put himself on the map in future events. It'd all start at the kickoff event; Gold Rush, on May 20th, 2015. The card was stacked from bottom to the top, a champion would be crowned and stars will be made, Showtime was absolutely one of them. Taking in the air in with a pause all as he managed to stare the camera down a few more seconds, he spoke again.. this time the tone of his voice took a dip in excitement, it was more serious now as he even let the smile escape.
"At the end of the day Ward, it's me and you-- and we're both lookin' to leave a lasting impression. We're fightin' for our jobs, we're out here trying to establish our careers early on.. and without a shadow of a doubt I know that you're capable of whoopin' ass all day, but the buck.. stops.. here.."
Showtime drew an imaginary line on the ground with the tip of his foot, which was covered by a pair of white Nike cross-trainers.
"As big and as much of a badass that you may be Ward, it doesn't scare me. I enjoy the thought of lookin' you in the eye, telling you there's a bit of Mayo in your mustache from polishing off 16 cheeseburgers and then puttin' your ass down for the count and letting it be known- that come hell or highwater, it doesn't matter if you're a 35 time World Champion or if you're just starting out with as much experience as Ricky Jo Bobson from Asshair, Arkansas.. When you're in the ring with me, it's game-time.. And you'll know then.. It's Showtime, baby!"
Closing things with a wink from his right eye, the serious nature had escaped Showtime.. all as he allowed that huge smile to cross his face again--- his eyes sparkled with a unique gleam, one that was definitely the trait of megastar to be. The scene faded to black, on all the face of Showtime looking into the camera.. the moment he'd been waiting for would emerge, the opportunity to present himself as a legitimate building block in the 'new kid on the block' in terms of promotions. Showtime needed to grab this chance by the horns and wrestling this big mama-jamma down and own it. Carpe Diem.. That was the motivation going into the first Gold Rush, and you can bet your bottom dollar that he'll impress.. or die trying.
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