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Post by Showtime on May 31, 2015 1:25:10 GMT -8
This wouldn't be a Showtime promo, if Showtime didn't play into his opponent's stereotype of what and who he is. So for the sake of the argument, the camera opened up with a shot of Showtime dead center in the frame with his right and left arms cocked and flexed. His left arm was branded with a tribal tattoo band, all as he wore a black sleeveless shirt with red and white Polynesian design across of it. His eyes were shielded with a pair of pricey looking shades, all as he kept his head to the left... with those pearly white's a-blazin'..
"Twenty Two and three quarters of an inch, Noah. No, not your height but my arms... and you know what? None of this would have been possible if I stood at home and Google'd "what'd be a good nickname for a hobbit"- no, no.. instead, I was in the gym from 4AM until 10PM, busting my ass, feelin' that burn and getting myself into the best shape possible, so when guys like you came around- Napoleon Complex havin' sons a bitches, I'd be able to say.."
Showtime paused, allowing him to slowly turn his head towards the camera, his eyes were still shielded from his shades.
"... damn I'm handsome ain't I?!"
Allowing a chuckle to follow that statement, Showtime dropped his arms down to the side and looked into the camera, all as he had his head a bit tilted back.
"But this isn't about that- this isn't about Noah Adelaide being denied access into the ring due to being shorter than the clown's finger at the check-in gate! No- NO! This is about Showtime squaring off one-on-one, mano e mano with War Machine, a name that I admire. See, there's a lot of people who run around with snazzy little nicknames, looking to impress every Tom, Dick and Harry Capone this side of the Mississippi River but it never lasts.. they fade. You though, you've got an interesting take to things. Instead of trying to convince me that you're a big man in a small man's body, you admit the size disadvantage, you know that at the end of the day, it won't take much more than me flicking your forehead to have you tumbling back across the Arizona border where you'll be lost in the wind like a tumble-weed! As much as I admire your approach and your attitude, it don't change the fact jack, that.. no, it's not good enough. It's not just you, it's genetics, it goes all the way back to Grandpa Adelaide who started the Keebler Elf Cookie Factory all the meanwhile Grandma Adelaide was cookin' up some good ol' fashioned Almond Water!"
Lifting his pinky and thumb, all as he kept his middle and ring fingers tucked, Showtime did the motion of a 'drink' with his hand, all as he tilted his head back in the process to sell the motion. Rolling his shoulders forward after he snapped his attention back to the camera, he continued to speak.
"Instead of indulging in Granny Adelaide's magic Almond Water, maybe Noah Boy should have grown up on a farm and destroyed milk to give him that necessary vitamins to make sure he moved way past the "near government mandated" midget height, I mean do you get permanent disability for not being able to reach the Fruit Loops and Cocoa Pebbles on the top shelf?! Are you issued a handi-cap parking pass so when you go to Wal-Mart, your little legs aren't tired from a trek across what us normal people call a parking lot, but what you little people consider the Sahara Desert?! If I didn't know better, if we're being truthful, when I was told who I was going to be going up against- I thought you was a Make A Wish kid and this is allllllllllllllll IC3's grand scheme to use this as a tax write-off before the IRS audits him and takes the company and his plad colored thongs that his boyfriends prefer he wears!"
It didn't matter how many times Showtime would fire off an insult, it came across as funny and good... due to his delivery. At the end of the day, his look plus his charisma and his delivery is what set him apart from being like anyone else that's currently in the industry. The truth was, it was a lot harder than it looked to be Showtime, having to have a seemingly infinite amount of insults for people, having to keep his appearance on par, it was complicated but something he made the pledge to do. When guys like Noah Adelaide tried to tell him "you're not good enough" that didn't hurt Showtime, it just gave him the green light to put someone down.. and of course, do it in style as Showtime seems to do.
"I don't know if your smaller than normal stature impacted your brain development, but.. there's only one way to stop a machine Noah, and that sure as hell ain't by dismantling it. By taking the machine apart, all that does it knock it offline, it'll be back- and I'm not countin' on that, nah. See, what I'm countin' on is you bringing your below-average self into the ring, trying to shock the world with a 1080 split and fall flat on your face in the process of doing so- because as much as I am Showtime, I also know that taking stupid ass chances doesn't get you to the top- you've gotta be smart, you've gotta be a tactician and you Noah? You're just.. well.. short. You're a small cat, I bet the house that you're gonna come out fighting, throwing those ungodly short and stumpy arms at me but it won't matter- because contrary to popular belief, not all good looking people are stupid. No Noah Boy, I know the proper way to shut a machine off- it's not by dismantling.. but rather.. come a bit closer so I can tell you it in secret.."
Showtime leaned his head in as the camera zoomed.. all as Showtime jumped back, all as he lifted his right arm up and acted as if he was going to slap the camera.
"WHOA THERE BUDDY! Slow down the equipment, supermodels wouldn't wanna see a broken nose and black eye! But since you're closer than you should be.. Noah, you know what's the most effective way to shut a machine like yourself down? It's by turning you off. Powering you down Noah, that's all I've gotta do. Once you're powered off, you're ineffective and that's how it goes. I don't care about your bone to pick with Stevenson, get your ass in the back of the line and you wait to handle your issues, I ain't gonna let anyone cut in front of me, handi-cap or not, 'cause I've paid my dues, I've made my sacrifices and its time I cash in while the iron is hot. You can use the hate for Drew to motivate you all you want Bobby Boucher, go on and be The Waterboy and make sure you provide some high quality H2O cause at Gold Rush, I'm going to take you down- down to Chinatown jack, and I'm going to make sure that you're kept down all as I keep climbin', bloody palms, splintered fingers and all to the top... no-one is going to stop me. I told Matt Ward, and I'm telling you there ain't no stoppin' me, not now.. not ever." Ripping the shades off of his face, Showtime fired off a glare- that if looks could kill, we'd be dead kind as he kept focused ahead."As much as the industry may be a circus, at the end of the day- this is my life and I'm not going to let Dildo Baggins stop me from achieving what I've set out to do when I was your height, when I was fifteen years old. You can try to take away my dreams, you can fight as much as you want, hold me down, do what you've gotta do Noah.. You're not going to stop me- Drew Stevenson's disciple or not, tell him to cut the celebration short and lace up his boots too, I've got no fear. Once that bell rings, you're gonna know Noah Boy-.. It's Showtime, baby." With a wink, Showtime put his shades back on as he made haste and got out of view. Matt Ward was a test, Noah Adelaide proved to be as well. Things were never easy in this industry, Showtime didn't expect any handouts, but what he did expect was having Adelaide come with everything he had... and that's all he had asked for. First Ward, now Adelaide, Showtime's career was blossoming, and there wasn't anyone who was going to slow him down and stop him from getting what he felt he deserved- the marquee and GGW Championship. One way or another Showtime would get there- but first, Gold Rush.. Noah Adelaide, game on.
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Post by Showtime on Jun 1, 2015 18:53:48 GMT -8
Being a man of the people, he often found himself signing autographs with his quick rise to fame with his brief success with Golden Gate Wrestling. But like any ordinary man, he couldn't keep himself locked in his home all day, he'd find himself socializing and doing normal stuff when he wasn't in the ring... and today was one of those days. Situated somewhere in The Bay, we see Showtime, unlike before, his hair was a bit grown out and he looked to haven't shaved in a minute... but the look was good on him. Walking with the kind of swag that Travolta had during the intro of Saturday Night Fever, Showtime rocked a black shirt with a white cross on it with some kind if Latin saying in cursive beneath it. Throwing a few winks at a crowd of women who passed him by, they did the double-take, all as the camera was following Showtime until he reached a sitting area outside of a diner of sorts and took a seat on one of the chairs provided. A flock of youngsters in their teens passed by and slapped Showtime on the shoulder, he gave them a nod as when the quiet came back around, he looked into the camera and shrugged his shoulders all as he provided a smile for the benefit of those with screen-capping ability.
"Defects, huh? So you, Mister Boxtroll himself is trying to tell me that through allllllllllllllllll the jokes I tell, that through allllllllllllllllll the insults I hurl, that I'm... hiding something. That me, Showtime, arguably-- nah, hell nah.. without a shadow of a doubt, the BEST that Golden Gate Dub has to offer.. I'm.. insecure? Really Noah, is that what you're selling? If that's the case I'd write a formal letter to the Dean of whatever business school you attended and demand a refund 'cause man, you're as dumb as you are short. There ain't nothin' for me to be insecure about, there's no defects on this bod- BAY-BAY!"
Using the back of his right hand to wipe a trace of sweat off of his brow from the blistering California heat, Showtime flicked his hand at the camera.
"I'm not even sweatin' you, this is all the CA heat, believe that. But Adelaide, you seem to be quite the contrarian yourself--- you're the one who said me using short jokes and elf insults makes me look insecure and is a way of me hiding my "defects" so what in God's name does that make you when you try to insult me on being a 'musclehead?' What does that make you, aside of a Vern Troyer's stunt-double, 'cause it really intrigues me. We can sit here and play the mudslingin' game all you want, you've got a better chance of riding a Shetland Pony in your people's version of a rodeo, homeboy!"
Once again Showtime lifted his hand and used the smooth side of it to wipe away sweat that formed across his brow.
"I've got no doubts that you're able to seven flips and land'em, but the question is Noah, how effective is it going to be when you miss, you probably land and then you've got two hundred and seventy five pissed off, pumped up and powerful Showtime gunnin' straight at you, ready to knock your oversized melon off of those little shoulders of yours?! What's the use of trying to do your best Tony Hawk impression and nail a 900 when I'm going to pluck you out of mid-air and BAM!"
Showtime slapped his hands together creating quite the sound effect as he flashed those pearly whites..
".. Show's Over, you hit the mat with enough force to cause tectonic plates to shift and instantly realize that.. you're.. DONE!?!"
He spoke with such passion and belief, there was no doubt why he was looked at as one of Golden Gate's primary draws. Despite his lack of experience, Showtime was definitely a star in the making, but a match against a die-hard like Noah Adelaide would speak volumes over what kind of career he could have. Would be be able to capitalize on the moment and take advantage of the spotlight and shine, or would he-- much like any other 'potential filled star' shrink when they needed him the most? This was the perfect time for him to take the quick step from 'possible' to 'definite' and despite Adelaide's lack of size, it was his heart that made Showtime see that this would be anything but a cake-walk, infact this was a situation that could easily make or break his career this early on in the promotion.
"You know that storm you sense Noah? Them clouds you referenced, that electricity.. the general feel of a big fight?! Yeah, I feel it too, and let me tell you buddy, it ain't Hurricane Andres making a right turn off the coast of Baja and headin' straight for The Bay. No.. What that is, is Noah Adelaide, the Unstoppable Force clashin' head-freakin'-on with Showtime--- the Immovable Force! Things like this is what the basis of most action movies is made pal, and just like in any action movie... it needs a star to carry the movie and make sure people see that no matter what, everything will be OK. I'm that star Noah, I'm Stallone in Rambo, I'm Arnold in The Terminator, the question is... are you going to be Robert Patrick from Judgment Day? Are you going to keep comin' after I knock your face off, regenerate and fire at me like a speedin' bullet?! We'll see won't we. I never underestimated your heart, I never underestimated your skill--- and I'm definitely not going to overestimate how good I am compared to you. You may be taught by the best Noah, you might have tenure on me, but what do you don't have that I do is the backing of the people-- that feeds me Noah, that keeps these veins..."
Clenching his right hand, Showtime stuck his ripped arm out and faced his palm up, allowing the camera to see the vein pop out on his forearm. Tapping at that same vein with his left hand, Showtime nodded, all as he kept the tone serious, he wasn't even flashing a smirk of that million dollar smile.
"... the blood that courses, it's for those people who look to me and say, "Showtime, will you be our savior? Will you be the one to restore this industry to what it was? Will you be the one that'll kick Drew Stevenson's emerald colored ass from pillar to post and help Golden Gate Wrestling get away from his reign of terror!?"
Rolling his shoulders forward as he pulled his arms back in, Showtime finally let off a smile and nodded his head.
".. god damn right I'm that person. But before I can answer the call, before I can make destiny my bitch, I've gotta go through you Noah and it's gonna be a task, but it's what I do. You've got the heart of a champion, the stature of Gary Coleman and the ears of a a Vulcan but you're a force Noah, a force that I've gotta stop and put down. Not because I don't like you, 'cause face it, you're a tough cat, I beat you'd beat anyone else on any other day but Gold Rush is the second step in me achieving that's been out there for me. For the first time in a long time, I'm in complete control of my own future and I'm not going to let you- Matt Ward or Donkey Kong Jr. stop me from that. I wish you the best of luck, but at the end of the day... Luck is for Losers, and the show must go on.. and with that said, at Gold Rush, Noah..."
Standing up from the seat, Showtime dusted his pant leg off--- as he did so, a few more fans, maybe three of them passed by and shouted in his direction. Throwing them a quick wave as they were across the street quickly pulling out their smart phones looking to snap a picture of the local celebrity, he didn't let that break his concentration. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to the camera and in rapid fire motion, he followed up the quick pause.
".. It's Showtime, Baby."
No excitement, no raising the tone of his voice when he spoke of that catchphrase, instead... he let it be just with that to allow Noah to see the situation for what it was. Both men knew that this match would speak volumes for their futures, so Showtime couldn't get sucked into the moment and look past Noah, it would be a dire mistake. Instead, Showtime acknowledged the fact that Noah was a warrior and at Gold Rush they'd clash in what would be another memorial match for this company's young run thus far. Matt Ward was the first to have the curtains closed on him, Noah Adelaide would be the next man to have that happen to him and despite how hard Noah will try to stop that from happening, it''s inevitable. As tough as Noah is, Showtime isn't just doing this for himself, he's keeping the wheel turning for the people who WANT to see him succeed and if the last Gold Rush was any indication, that's A LOT of people. It wasn't in Showtime's nature to let people down when they were depending on him and at Gold Rush, he'd again make sure they went home happy. |
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Post by Showtime on Jun 2, 2015 19:55:24 GMT -8
A makeshift game show set was the setting we opened on, it wasn't very fancy. A blue cloth with "HOW TO GET YOUR FACE SMASHED" was scribbled in white letters was the main focus, all as the camera panned out to show an amused looking Showtime wearing a tuxedo designed t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and black basketball shorts. Grinning like one of the hosts of the cheesy game-shows through out the years, Showtime clapped his hands.
"Congratulations albino Gary Coleman, you've been selected as the first of many.. many.. many guests on.."
Pointing to the camera, a previously recorded track of people [in unison] saying..
"HOW TO GET YOUR FACE SMASHED IN!"
With another round of applause, Showtime turned to the side and nodded.
"The rules on this game show is quite easy, easy enough for your simpleton self to understand! You've got three tries to convince me why I SHOULDN'T hit you so hard, I knock your nose into your skull and each time you get the question wrong you'll hear.."
Showtime again pointed at the camera, where the sound of a buzzer blasted off.
"... that, something you seem familiar with."
BUZZZZ.. BUZZZZZZZ
"So quuuuuuessssssssssstioooooooooooonnnnnnnn number one! True or false.. Here we go. Is it true that I, the most exciting man in professional wrestling gave you more credit than your owed after you tried to pull some punk stuff like hitting me at the last minute with a useless promo that won't help showcase that heart I spoke of, instead just show the world how desperate you are to get out of Drew's emerald colored shadow!?"
With a smug grin on his face, Showtime held his arms out as after about three seconds of waiting... the buzzer blasted off.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
"OH THAT'S QUITE UNFORTUNATE THAT YOU GOT THAT WRONG! Because it is true! I extended my hand and instead of shaking it like a man, you decided to spit in my face and totally kill any hope I had that you'd be competition. Now instead of attempting to give the fans a good match, I'm out like a heat seeking missile in Afganistan fired off by the world's finest Air Force looking to blow up your base of operations and leave you totally.. inoperable."
A canned round of applause sounded off after a bit of canned booing, Showtime nodded as he held up two fingers now, his index and middle on his right hand.
"Let's see if you can get this one right Noah! Another true or false- did you really just compare yourself to Jason Statham on the basis that you believe in your fantasyland decorated with chocolate waterfalls and candy rain drops.. that you'll be able to kick MY ass!?"
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
"WRONG! Well, technically it's true for you, but not to the rest of reality, because the only way you'd get one over on me was if I suddenly came down with Ebola and trust me Adelaide, I haven't been to Texas or Africa within the last twenty or some odd years. That's two wrong, this is your last shot, let's hope that you make it count 'cause it'd be a pity to see a bright up and comer like yourself be left as nothing but a broken and bloody mess by the best god-damned game show host this side of the Grand Canyon, jack.. Now.. Question three, this is multiple choice, so think on this one for a second.."
Slipping in a dramatic pause, Showtime cleared his throat and once again nodded as he looked down at his open right hand in front of him.
"Which of these situations will happen come Gold Rush.."
With another pause, Showtime took a deep breath to put across the importance of the question..
"Aye; Showtime knocks Adelaide's face off- Bee, Showtime closes the curtains on Adelaide's promising career- Cee, Showtime hits Noah Adelaide so hard, Linda Blair personally writes Adelaide a letter and gives him mad props on looking JUST like her with his head pulling off a complete 360 like in The Exorcist.. or Option Dee, All of the above?!"
Showtime paused.. he gave the silence a second.. then two.. then three.. then..
BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!
"It's actually Option Kay, for kay I gave you far too much credit and you went from potential respected ally, to definite hated on foe, and at Gold Rush there won't be no last second comments for you to put on to make yourself feel better about yourself. All there's going to be is me, my fist and that said fist slamming into the side of your skull, repeatedly until I decide it's over.. and once I decide it's over.."
Ripping off the tuxedo designed shirt, balling it up and throwing it in the camera's direction, Showtime didn't let off arrogance, he didn't give any vibe of cockiness, instead, he looked as serious as serious could be.
"I'm going to drop your so hard on your back you're going to need a life-time membership to a chiropractor for being an absolute.. bitch. I know I said it before and I maybe was thought to be joking, but at Gold Rush? It's Showtime for the people- but Show's freakin' Over for you. You wanna be a tough guy, make sure to bring that same attitude when you're standing across from me as we go eye.. to belly button cause face it, you've got run, jump and swing up to even hit me in the knees Noah! Your arms are wayyyyyyyyyyyy too short to box with God, and when we're going one on one, I hope all the fancy nicknames you've gave yourself to boost your self-confidence comes in handy, 'cause you're gonna need it. You're outclassed, outsmarted and totally outpaced- face it Adelaide, War Machine is ALWAYS outclassed by Iron Man.."
Hitting the Terry Crews peck dance, causing his chest to shift a few times, Showtime winked into the camera.
".. and I.. Am.. Iron Man."
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! The scene closed out on a smiling Showtime who didn't want to hear anymore talk, he wanted to throw down and leave Adelaide down for the count- this wasn't going to be a pretty sight, Showtime was looking to maim Noah and the chances of it happening is significantly higher than it was a few hours ago. This, as Noah indicated was war, and unlike a 'war machine' Showtime was a general, he'd destroy the machine with tactics. |
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