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And They ARE Scared...; Champs or Chumps?
Topic Started: Nov 25 2005, 06:15 PM (57 Views)
Tyson Hunt
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:: Once more, the company logo would appear on screen, pressed against that black background. A few seconds were taken before the camera man zoomed out, to put a certain Superstar into focus. The man was, of course, the Sun God himself, Tyson Hunt. Garbed in only street apparel consisting of blue jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and sneakers, Hunt appeared to be relaxed. However, on the inside, he was boiling. Tyson stared blankly at the camera lens for a full minute before he started his rant. And a rant it was. ::

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You know, it might just be me, but are our Champions really qualified? Last week, you could've called me a Cowboy, cause I was shootin' so much. But, Cage and Hall weren't even man enough to reply. Of course, I'm sure they've told their pals and anyone who's asked them(cause you KNOW people have been talking about it), that " Tyson Hunt isn't worth my time. He's just a has been. " or some trash like that. Truth is, they know what'll happen if they step into the squared circle with me; they will Fall From Grace, and I'll have gold strapped around my waist once more. But hey, I can understand why you both wouldn't want to face me; neither of you have had any real competition,(minus Guy Silencine, but you cheated, Hall) and wouldn't know what to do in the ring with someone of my calibur. It's totally understandable. I've been back in Thad Inc. for what? Two weeks? And I'm already up for five or six Golden Ropes! I'd be worried too. But here it is. The new challenege. In two weeks, at Glory, in Gelsenkirchen, Germany, lets show our European fans what they and everyone else -- from the home crowd back in the US, to everyone scattered across the Globe watching, even to the boys in the back -- wants to see. Triple Threat. Christian Cage. Scott Hall. And me, the Sun God, Tyson Hunt. World and US Titles on the line. The winner will definitely have proven he is the main man around here. Hell, I'll even throw this in -- if I lose, I'll leave the NGPW, and you wont ever have to worry about me taking your belts ever again. So, how about it boys? Are you Champs? Or are you Chumps? "

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Tyson looked hard into the camera, after he had finished his last two questions. But now, everyone WAS wondering if Hall and Cage were real champions or if they were just no talent hacks. Tyson was putting everything on the line with this one. Of course, Christian and Scott being the guys they are, they'd probably say no to the match, and fight jobbers. I mean, come on! Who the hell are Todd Sands and Chase Berlin? Nobodies, thats who. (OOC Note: No offense guys -- this is all strictly IC). But, here is the truth. Tyson Hunt with gold around his waist equals ratings. Will Cage and Hall step up? Well, we'll see, wont we? ::
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::The cameras would have been focused in on a pair of dirty Nike's with a feather leaning up against the side of them. A hand would reach down and pick it up as the camera zoomed out, Christian was sitting on the bench dressed like Forrest Gump. And he'd turn to the side and open up his briefcase which had the world title and a Curious George book inside of it. He'd put the feather inside of the book and then look off to the side as Tyson Tomko dressed up like an old black nurse would walk up and sit on the bench next to him.::


Christian: Hello, my names Forrest Gump.

::Opens his box of chocolates and holds the box to Tomko.::

Christian: You want a chocolate? I can eat about a million and a half of these things. My momma always said.. life was like a box of chocolates. You neva know what you gonna get.

::Christian would then point down to Tomkos white nursing shoes that he had on.::

Christian: Those must be comfortable shoes. I bet you can walk all days in shoes like that and not feel a thing. I wish I had shoes like that.


Tomko: My feet hurt.

Christian: Momma always said theirs an awful lot you can tell about a person by they shoes, Where they go.. where they been. I worn lots of shoes. I bet if I think about it I can remember my first pair of shoes.

::Closes his eyes.::

Christian: Momma said they could take me anywhere! They was my magic shoes!!!!


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Okay, Tyson Hunt.. now that you know what we feel like everytime you get on the TV or a microphone. Allow me to respond to your short bus challenge. Seeing as how I'm only scheduled for commentary on Glory, and you're not in the runnings for a world title shot. Or even Cool Runnings at that, You place a little bit behind Jamaicans wanting to be in the olympics.. So that means if I feel like even showing up to Glory, I'll fight you non title just to keep you from getting your panties in a bunch. Alright? Thanks. See you on Tuesday.

Seacrest OUT.

::Gets up and walks off with Tomko, they have better things to do then make time for jobbers.::




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:: Once more, the cameras would fire up. This time, instead of focusing in on the NGPW logo, the camera was aimed at what seemed to be a television screen. A button could be heard being pressed, which was followed by a whirring sound -- a tape prerolling, it seemed. Images appeared on the television screen infront of the camera, two men dressed tight leather pants and pseudo-goth Hot Topic-esque cliche goth shirts. The setting appeared to be a locker room. A few moments passed before the scene changed, showing the same two men long haired, angsty looking guys in an open shower. The men wasted no time in shedding their dark and brooding clothing, and lathering up! At first, the shower was strictly heterosexual, but before too long, the scene ended up a mess. Towels being popped on bare butts, heads being tossed, so that their hair would get out of the men's eyes, and what appeared to be some type of rear naked choke. Oh, wait. That definitely wasn't a wrestling move. Before the whole situation could escalade, the sound of a button being pushed in was heard once more. The camera man zoomed out, allowing Tyson Hunt to come back into view, and he had a thoroughly disgusted look on his face. ::

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.... Wow. Never in my life... I was DEFINITELY not expecting that.. Ugh... I was going through some old WWE tapes and... Well, you remember the lame ass stable, The Brood? Well, as you all know, our World Champ was in that stable, along with his "brother," Edge. Well... I guess they were just as close as brothers, right? "

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Tyson shook his head, grossed out as much as possible. But, he still had to finish his shot. Fighting down vomit and bile, he cleared his throat, before continuing. ::

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Now that that is outta the way, lets get down to business. Not in contendership for the belt? Who else is there? Strathem is just a bum. Rainer Crimson wishes he could be as good as Nick and Chris. The last time I was in the ring with him, Damon Steele and I took out him and his partner Shaggz, along with some other punk ass teams in DCW. Jack Vegas? Yeah. He is on a roll. He's good, I'll give him that. But, come on! He has what? Eight matches under his belt? Granted, he was won every single one of them, but what does that mean? Not a damn thing, thats what. Undefeated or not, Vegas isn't in my league. Now, for the last challenger, a man I do respect. Guy Silencine. NGPW's hero, and one of my favorite wrestlers. But, if you do remember, who has Guy Silencine not beated? That's right: me. So, me not being a contender is trash, Reso. But, I tell you what. Non title match on Glory? Sure. I'm always down for that. But after I beat you, you give me a shot at the title. You'll have a chance to Redeem yourself: and when I Redeem you, you'll be on your back, and pinned for the Title. So, get ready, Champ. Cause at Glory, you're going to Fall. From. Grace. "

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Tyson stared the camera down for a moment, before walking out of view of the camera. So. He had gotten a match -- non title, of course, but he could live with that. Gold would be around the waste of the Sun God soon enough! ::
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