Post by "Evil Genius" Paul Heyman on Nov 11, 2008 21:19:48 GMT -5
The same old boring show goes on before such an 'enthusiastic' crowd... As the ring is cleared after a quick match, the crowd seems ready for something big to happen... Something that hasn't happened since the reopening of this place...
A quick quitar riff suddenly splits the silence... The crowd perks up, gazing toward the curtain... The guitar riff pounds through their eardrums once more, as a buzz fills the arena... The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves... The commentators look at one another, confused at the unknown music... A voice blares through the arena...
"I'm tearing away..."
Drums pound the foundation of the arena, as a video plays upon the screen... A sinister smile looks on, as the fans gaze on in awe... Two security guards are suddenly shoved through the curtain, as a massive man stands before the crowd... His wild blonde hair drips with sweat, as a smile creeps across his face... Taking a step to his left, he reveals the man behind it all... The Messiah that has come to save them all... The Evil Genius... Paul Heyman!
The crowd roars with excitement, as Paul Heyman and his monster make their way down the aisle. The fans welcome them with open arms, preparing for what could be something huge... A hostile takeover...
With his long, black coat swaying behind him, Heyman makes his way up the ring steps. He quickly ducks under the top rope, entering the ring... The monster of a man that follows him, steps up onto the apron and steps right over the top rope... Heyman snatches a microphone from an LOE worker and paces back and fourth across the ring... The music slowly begins to fade out, as he glares right into the camera, the microphone raised to his mouth...
Heyman: Is this a fucking joke? The 'Land of Extreme'... Ya' know, I've seen a lot in my day... I've seen people try to recreate what I've done... And I've seen them fail miserably... And this place... It's no different... Just look at you.... Yeah, you people that pay MONEY for this shit... YOU PEOPLE! Now, when I first heard of the 'Land of Extreme' I thought that since Tommy Dreamer was in charge, it might go somewhere... It might be something close to what legacy I made with ECW... But as I watched on... I was DISGUSTED! Tommy, you were the one man, who no matter what, bled ECW... No matter what you did, you always had ECW running through your veins... But now... No... Dreamer, you're a fucking joke!
Heyman lowers the microphone, smiling at the fools who paid money to see this 'show'... They quickly begin to boo, disagreeing with what he has to say.
Heyman: Boo all you want... Just remember, it's YOU paying money to be here... Now take a moment... Sit there and use your fucking brain for a minute... Go back and take a look at the matches you've seen here in the 'Land of Extreme'... Do you seriously think the show you saw was worth the money you paid?
The arena falls dead silent...
Heyman: Exactly... No, the shows you people have seen are not worth your money... Hell, they're not even worth the sweat from your ass that is left on those seats afer you leave the arena... Now Dreamer, don't get me wrong... You were the heart and soul of ECW... You were what ECW was all about... But you sold the fuck out! You gave in to corporate sponsors and produced a typical wrestling show... No need to throw out some references as to what this place is becoming... I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out. But Tommy, I'm not worried about you... It's too late to save you... So I'm going to save these people... I'm going to offer MY abilities to these people... My abilities to make shows they watch... WORTH A DAMN!
Several security guards make their way through the curtain... They quickly slide into the ring, as the monster of a man, Sid Vicious, steps in their way. He quickly levels the four of them with massive fists...
Heyman: Is that all you've got, Dreamer? Some half-ass, cheaply paid security guards? Dreamer, I'm going to give you an ultimatum... And if you don't prove yourself in the time I give you... I will step in and begin a hostile takeover... Two weeks, Dreamer... TWO WEEKS!
Heyman drops the microphone, as the arena falls silent... He motions to Sid, and the two of them exit the ring...
A quick quitar riff suddenly splits the silence... The crowd perks up, gazing toward the curtain... The guitar riff pounds through their eardrums once more, as a buzz fills the arena... The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves... The commentators look at one another, confused at the unknown music... A voice blares through the arena...
"I'm tearing away..."
Drums pound the foundation of the arena, as a video plays upon the screen... A sinister smile looks on, as the fans gaze on in awe... Two security guards are suddenly shoved through the curtain, as a massive man stands before the crowd... His wild blonde hair drips with sweat, as a smile creeps across his face... Taking a step to his left, he reveals the man behind it all... The Messiah that has come to save them all... The Evil Genius... Paul Heyman!
The crowd roars with excitement, as Paul Heyman and his monster make their way down the aisle. The fans welcome them with open arms, preparing for what could be something huge... A hostile takeover...
With his long, black coat swaying behind him, Heyman makes his way up the ring steps. He quickly ducks under the top rope, entering the ring... The monster of a man that follows him, steps up onto the apron and steps right over the top rope... Heyman snatches a microphone from an LOE worker and paces back and fourth across the ring... The music slowly begins to fade out, as he glares right into the camera, the microphone raised to his mouth...
Heyman: Is this a fucking joke? The 'Land of Extreme'... Ya' know, I've seen a lot in my day... I've seen people try to recreate what I've done... And I've seen them fail miserably... And this place... It's no different... Just look at you.... Yeah, you people that pay MONEY for this shit... YOU PEOPLE! Now, when I first heard of the 'Land of Extreme' I thought that since Tommy Dreamer was in charge, it might go somewhere... It might be something close to what legacy I made with ECW... But as I watched on... I was DISGUSTED! Tommy, you were the one man, who no matter what, bled ECW... No matter what you did, you always had ECW running through your veins... But now... No... Dreamer, you're a fucking joke!
Heyman lowers the microphone, smiling at the fools who paid money to see this 'show'... They quickly begin to boo, disagreeing with what he has to say.
Heyman: Boo all you want... Just remember, it's YOU paying money to be here... Now take a moment... Sit there and use your fucking brain for a minute... Go back and take a look at the matches you've seen here in the 'Land of Extreme'... Do you seriously think the show you saw was worth the money you paid?
The arena falls dead silent...
Heyman: Exactly... No, the shows you people have seen are not worth your money... Hell, they're not even worth the sweat from your ass that is left on those seats afer you leave the arena... Now Dreamer, don't get me wrong... You were the heart and soul of ECW... You were what ECW was all about... But you sold the fuck out! You gave in to corporate sponsors and produced a typical wrestling show... No need to throw out some references as to what this place is becoming... I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out. But Tommy, I'm not worried about you... It's too late to save you... So I'm going to save these people... I'm going to offer MY abilities to these people... My abilities to make shows they watch... WORTH A DAMN!
Several security guards make their way through the curtain... They quickly slide into the ring, as the monster of a man, Sid Vicious, steps in their way. He quickly levels the four of them with massive fists...
Heyman: Is that all you've got, Dreamer? Some half-ass, cheaply paid security guards? Dreamer, I'm going to give you an ultimatum... And if you don't prove yourself in the time I give you... I will step in and begin a hostile takeover... Two weeks, Dreamer... TWO WEEKS!
Heyman drops the microphone, as the arena falls silent... He motions to Sid, and the two of them exit the ring...
