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Hello, cha bastard!well. I Mean I haven't been active for like 2 years.
Hello, cha bastard!well. I Mean I haven't been active for like 2 years.
I'm not so much quoting the promo (Which was great, BTW... Good job to you both) as much as I am quoting your signature... HOW DARE YOU PUT ME ON THE LIST! YOU FUCKING NOBODY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! IF I WASN'T RETIRED, I'D KILL YOU!... Again, nice promo.We open up the January 22nd edition of Precision with some riffs of Def Leppard as Gabriel Kirkshaw saunters down the ramp, a disgusting look of glee on his face. How could he be so proud of himself after the previous week’s transgressions, attacking a man from behind the way he did? He looks to his right, then to his left, apparently taking no mind to the chorus of boos and slurs hurled at him from angry fans all around him. As he climbs up into the ring, he seemingly mouths the words “You shouldn’t be surprised”, and once in the ring, walks a half-circle around the far side of the ring before poking out of the second rope, holding his hand out for a microphone. Once he had it, he then leaned against the corner, looking about as he began to mock the Scottish crowd around him.
Kirkshaw: Awwh, c’mon Glasgow! You shouldn’t be surprised! I mean, who’s to say that if I didn’t do it, that no one else would’ve come out here and shut his pathetic, whiny mouth?
His insult resulted in a mixture of “boos” and “You suck!” chants.
Kirkshaw: I suck? I suck--hey, jerkasses, I’m not the one who was out here talking smack last week. It was terrible listening to Diamond’s childish rants-- "Aw, but a ref screwed me! He didn’t see my leg under the bottom rope! I should’ve gotten the 1-2-3!" ...keep up the talk, Diamond, but as much as you bitch, as much as you may whine, you are the one causing crap backstage. You are the one taking time out in the limelight while others--such as myself, one-half of your prestigious tag team champions--
He holds up the belt that he’s referring to before continuing...
Kirkshaw: --are looking for mere minutes of your TV time. Your time out here is up--!
Right as Kirkshaw’s rambling was about to reach it’s climax, the horns of Diamonds from Sierra Leone echo around the *insert arena here*, and after 20 seconds of strobe lights and pyrotechnics, Joseph Diamond emerges from the back, sunglass on eye and microphone in hand. He doesn’t look especially thrilled with Kirkshaw.
Diamond: I’m sorry to interrupt your coming out party, I really am, Kirk. But you just said something that, well, it doesn’t sit right with me. You called yourself one half of the tag team champions, and you act as though that should bring you some sort of esteem, some elevation over the roster, but all that belt shows is that you couldn’t get it done on your own. You say my time is up, but that’s absurd. I’m just getting started and if you, or any of the other little kids in the back think that you can replace me, think that you can make a name for yourself against ME? The Longest. Reigning. Intercontinental Champion in HISTORY? A man, who went undefeated for two months before he was SCREWED at WrestleDynasty? Maybe you should drop wrestling and become a stand up comic.
Before replying to Diamond, Kirkshaw glares into the hard camera, yelling into his mic...
Kirkshaw: All right, that’s it! Cut his mic! Cut it!
...before turning back to face the former Intercontinental Champion, angrily glaring a hole right through him as he slowly paces towards him across the ring.
Kirkshaw: Let’s get one thing straight, Joey. That’s right, you were Intercontinental Champion. Key word being were. Thing is, currently in this ring, there’s only one man carrying a belt between the two of us.
At this point, despite having no mic, Diamond could clearly be heard quipping right back at the tag champion.
Diamond: Well, obviously. I’m on the ramp, you idiot!
Kirkshaw: Yeah, that’s right! Because you have no guts to tie your laces and climb up into this ring with a champion such as myself. Let’s get one thing straight, Diamond, you claim to be just as unbreakable as your namesake? Mere delusion, I say. You may think you’re unbreakable, but I don’t have to break you to beat you. If you think otherwise, why don’t you prove it tough guy? Right here and now!
Diamond whips the sunglasses off of his face then storms the ring and is greeted by clubbing blows from Kirkshaw, but those aren’t enough to keep Diamond down, who takes out the legs of Kirkshaw and starts WAILING on the tag team champion, Kirkshaw is able to catch Diamond with a rake to the eye and retreat to the corner, stunning Diamond momentarily. Kirkshaw builds up a head of steam and runs at the stunned Diamond, with dreams of decapitating Diamond with a clothesline in his head quickly SHATTERED by Diamond who catches the young Kirkshaw with an UNBREAKABLE FACEBREAKER! Diamond drops to a knee and picks up the microphone that Kirkshaw once held, and he begins to speak...slowly.
Diamond: This...this right here, is what happens when somebody tries to make an example out of Joseph Diamond. Hey, Kirk, why don’t you tell everybody how you feel right now?
Diamond holds the microphone up to Kirkshaw’s mouth but all that can be heard is a low groan of “Nooo”.
Diamond: That really tells the whole story. Gabriel Kirkman tried to do what so many others have tried. Make an example out of me. Jack Rogue tried. I drove that kid out of his mind I beat him so bad. Bill Bronson tried. He had to retire after our match at WrestleDynasty. Our current world champion, Mike Thunder, he tried but I DESTROYED him. I put him away in under 10 minutes. And these are esteemed, big names. Gabriel Kirkman? His only accomplishment is being one half of the team that beat...who, exactly? He wouldn’t of been on my radar had he not put me through a table last week. And look at him now. As I sit here before you, he is quite literally at my feet. I could’ve gotten about 30 pinfalls in the time I’ve been talking. So Gabriel Kirkman, you’ve got your match, I’d get your whole….situation sorted out, because, to be frank, I’m going to show you exactly why for two months I was on everybody’s radar as the man who nobody could beat. Because I’m going to beat you and leave you asking for Anarchy Inc. to come and send me home. But they won’t be able to. Because they’re just like you. Weak. Inexperienced. They don’t know what it means to face Joseph Diamond. I am the diamond standard for excellence and when I say I was screwed out of a match it’s not because I’m trying to cover my tracks. It’s because I was. I never speak a word out of line with reality and the reality of this situation is that you aren’t in my league. You’ll soon learn why Diamond...is forever.
Diamond lets the microphone roll out of his fingers as he gets off his knee and goes to walk out of the ring, Diamonds from Sierra Leone again fills the arena, and as as he walks up the ramp, Diamond yells “You’re not on my level, Kirk!” to a loud ovation from the audience. However, something he didn’t expect was for Kirkshaw to grab the microphone in the ring and to somehow haul himself up to the second rope, using it for leverage as he glared at his new enemy. Diamond sees Kirkshaw wriggling and stops at the top of the ramp.
Kirkshaw: Hey...Joey-boy...listen, and listen close. *pant, pant* You may have left me lying, but you haven’t beaten me yet. I may be the lesser-experienced ‘tween us, that’s certainly for sure...but I’m still getting back up. One facebreaker ain’t going to keep me down. Hell, I don’t need Anarchy, Inc.’s help to kick your ass. I’ll see you tonight...and I can’t wait. Can’t wait to leave you...like Jack Rogue left your brother.
Diamond’s eyes widen, he mouths “YOU MOTHERFUCKER”, and he begins to storm back to the ring, but before he can reach he’s met by officials who hold Diamond back as Kirkshaw smirks a bloody, devillish grin, sprawled out over the bottom rope. Diamond fights the referees, even knocking one out before he’s escorted to the back by no less than a dozen officials as the segment ends.
@CiV --thank you for helping co-write this!
I'm not so much quoting the promo (Which was great, BTW... Good job to you both) as much as I am quoting your signature... HOW DARE YOU PUT ME ON THE LIST! YOU FUCKING NOBODY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! IF I WASN'T RETIRED, I'D KILL YOU!... Again, nice promo.
Frost?... Fail, I'm Welsh, dumb ass!You know what, Frost? You know what you get for all-capping when you found out you were on the list?
You know what happens?
Huh?
YOU JUST MADE THE LIST A SECOND TIME!
lol, I didn't even know I was on the list to begin with, and that was also @Welsh-Wizard-97You know what, Frost? You know what you get for all-capping when you found out you were on the list?
You know what happens?
Huh?
YOU JUST MADE THE LIST A SECOND TIME!
Credit to @Beavs for Hale's lines, ofc. Would appreciate a read/feedback!*After the second match of Precision, the programme cuts suddenly to a video showing pitch darkness with the sounds of loud, slow footsteps on a hard surface. After a couple of seconds, the audio sounds like walking down stairs, and the steps are faintly visible in front of the camera. The cameraman seems to be walking around an almost entirely dark backstage area, and slowly the camera begins to pick up echoing voices. As the footsteps cease, the voices can be discerned to be those of a man and a woman. The walking resumes, more slowly and quietly, then stops. The voices can now be heard quite plainly as being Jack Rogue and Ivy Hale, but the image remains dark as the cameraman hides himself from the pair*
Jack: ...where you took me back to, I feel great. I really do, I can see clearly, past the red tape of the rules, written and not. Honestly, I thank you for bringing me back here. If you hadn't taken me away from that therapist, who knows what kind of downward spiral of defeat and moronic cockroach attitude I’d have fallen into. But... I still don't feel like I'm there yet. I'm still scared... terrified of failing, of falling flat like at fucking Backlash. Oh, why did I stop bending his arm?! I’ve had him totally at my mercy with that injury since TLC, but at Backlash I let him have a win I could've prevented and now... I'm scared, Ivy. I never want to fail like that again, and I'm scared of him getting back into this series. I won the submission match last week, sure, but I still don't feel right. I don't know how to keep out this compassion, this remorse, this lingering need for approval...
Ivy: Shhhhhh... don't worry, Jack. After all, I'm here for you. With me around, there is nothing to be scared of. Besides, I was once just like you. I was scared, trapped in a quest for approval. People who I once thought were supporting me, were just using me for their own selfish reasons. They tried to get me to believe what they wanted me to do and you know what happened? Just like you, I was left with these mental scars and at first, I fought them, but now I've embraced this gift I have. I know everything you have felt before and, with time, you'll learn how I live. All you need is a renewed focus and a new purpose. Why be a slave to these people when you can be a warrior in an army? Leading forward a new Empire in Precision with a lovely lady at your side giving you everything you wanted.
*Ivy giggles a bit before saying in a somewhat high pitched voice...*
Ivy: Doesn't that sound lovely?
*Rogue doesn't reply for a moment, but can be heard sighing, then breathing heavily with a tremor in his throat*
Jack: Are you sure... sure that this is the right thing?
Ivy: The right thing for who? Is it the best thing for you, or the best thing for the very people that stabbed you in the back? The people who turned on you when your hands were tied and you were forced to obey the whim of a vile man who never cared about you, yet was embraced by these lowlifes? Then, the man who did this to you this went on to become a World Champion despite you being the one who did everything for him. I mean, before you had this gift, what was it for you? Twelve losses, zero wins before you once got a taste of victory? And what was that for, just a sniff at the empty dreams these people promised? So, what should you be focused on: what is best for you, or what is best for the people who have caused you all this? Trust me, I have your best interests at heart. I mean, you could ignore me, but I don't think that would be best for you.
*There is a bit of silence from Jack, but through the darkness, he perhaps gives off a non-verbal cue that reassures Ivy*
Ivy: I'm glad you understand. Trust me, this so called "psychosis" isn't a bad thing, I have the same gift. You just need to let me control it for you while you're still mastering it. Now, if you'll come with me, I have just the place for us to go to help you... don't be hesitant... you trust me, don't you?
*As Ivy and Jack can be heard standing up and moving, the cameraman gets up as quietly as he can and starts to creep away from them. The video cuts back to ringside and Precision continues*
-End of segment-Obviously, credit to @Beavs for writing Ivy's lines. Really hope you're all enjoying this story and character arc. How far under her spell will Hale take Jack...?
Also, we'd really appreciate feedback on the promo, how the characters work together, how well everything comes across, etc etc.
Good promo... I'm a little glad that even in retirement, Vega's actions are still having an impact (And that's how feuds should go). I feel like, though, that this should've dragged out over several promos with Ivy ever so slightly pulling Jack in, as apposed to just telling Jack straight up. But, that's just how I would do it and with you two on this storyline, I'm positive that it's far surpass anything that I could do.Credit to @Beavs for Hale's lines, ofc. Would appreciate a read/feedback!
I have decided that RoguexIvy is now a thing....Same with CanaGeek.Jack: ...where you took me back to, I feel great. I really do, I can see clearly, past the red tape of the rules, written and not. Honestly, I thank you for bringing me back here.
Ivy: Shhhhhh... don't worry, Jack. After all, I'm here for you. With me around, there is nothing to be scared of.
*Ivy giggles a bit before saying in a somewhat high pitched voice...*
Jack: Are you sure... sure that this is the right thing?
Ivy: what should you be focused on: what is best for you, or what is best for the people who have caused you all this? Trust me, I have your best interests at heart.
Ivy: Trust me, this so called "psychosis" isn't a bad thing, I have the same gift. You just need to let me control it for you while you're still mastering it. Now, if you'll come with me, I have just the place for us to go to help you... don't be hesitant... you trust me, don't you?
*As Ivy and Jack can be heard standing up and moving, the cameraman gets up as quietly as he can and starts to creep away from them. The video cuts back to ringside and Precision continues*
I have decided that RoguexIvy is now a thing....Same with CanaGeek.
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That's probably how we'd have done it if the series with Sam didn't dictate that Rogue needs Ivy now to keep him heel (not of his own volition, but he's still the heel in the feud).Good promo... I'm a little glad that even in retirement, Vega's actions are still having an impact (And that's how feuds should go). I feel like, though, that this should've dragged out over several promos with Ivy ever so slightly pulling Jack in, as apposed to just telling Jack straight up. But, that's just how I would do it and with you two on this storyline, I'm positive that it's far surpass anything that I could do.