Post by evanstarr on Jan 7, 2009 3:51:44 GMT -5
The build up to Malice Effect thus far, has been even better than anyone could have anticipated. Seemingly every Warrior and every Valkyrie on the card has cut a top notch promo to hype the event. No one is remaining silent, and Malice Effect is shaping up to be an unforgettable extravaganza. One Warrior though, is more concerned with his personal goal, than the overall success of the event. Evan Starr is certain that no matter how good or bad the sales for Malice Effect are, the CWF will be a thousand times more profitable when he takes the reigns of the company. He has distanced himself from the CWF in the past two weeks, concentrating on one thing and one thing only, winning the Fatal Fourway and moving forward with his glorious career.
On this particular night we find Evan sitting on the hood of his car, his prized Aston Martin DB9 Volante. He's parked at the edge of a wooded cliff, one like you might find in some coming of age story about young love, or some horror movie about the urban legend of the hook man. He sits on the hood staring down at the lights emanating from the city below, dressed in a gray Affliction t-shirt and jeans. As he looks off into the distance, CWF cameras listen in for the promo they know is forthcoming. Evan begins to speak,
"Malice Effect, the super show is drawing ever closer, and the scum of the Earth that comprise the CWF roster are already talking about all the great things they are going to do. Every poor loser from first to last is getting his camera time. Everyone wants to be seen and heard. I've noticed though, that quite a few people have mentioned me. Even people who aren't scheduled to face me at Malice. Everybody wants to mention my name, in order to lend some relevance to thier meaningless careers. Everybody wants to boost thier status by dropping the name of the hottest commodity in the CWF. Everybody. Every last member of this God-forsaken roster knows, they all know that I, Evan Starr am the hottest thing going right now. No exceptions, I am it. I came, I saw, I raised the damn bar. I am the game changer.."
"The Epic, the man that everybody wants to emulate. The man that everybody wants to imitate, and yet they just don't measure up. They all, each and everyone of them, come up miles short. First of all, Tweeks, I'm glad you brought me up, but you give yourself too much credit. You have a gift for running off at the mouth I'll give you that, but inside that ring you pose absolutely no threat whatsoever. So, since everyone seems to be doing career high promos. Cutting edge promos, no holds barred promos, allow me to cut one as well. Allow me to make my point too. You Tweeks, you can say what you will, but I beat you in that ring, and I'll do it anytime we meet. You have been one of the dirtiest, most scheming wrestlers this company has ever seen. You've pulled more dirty tricks than anyone, and you've screwed over more people than can ever be counted. You have the nerve to complain about your loss to me? You're a veteran, you've supposedly seen it all. You should have been ready for anything, but I outsmarted you. I outsmarted you once, and I'll damn sure do it again if we ever end up facing off once more."
"You said something to me once Tweeks, before our match. You said to me you didn't want my International title to be on the line, so when you beat me I'd know that I was walking around with a title that you could have had if you wanted. So I would know that the title should be yours. Well Tweeks, if by some miracle you end up with that world championship after Malice Effect, know that it should be mine. Know that I can and will take it from you. We will meet again Tweeks, not because I have some fixation with you, but because I can't stand you. I enjoy punching you in the mouth, and I haven't done that enough."
"The fact of the matter is, every Warrior in this company is jealous of me. Every member of this roster envies me beyond all imagination. I am the standard of what an athlete should be, and everybody hates the fact that they can't do it the way I do it. Nobody, absolutely nobody has made the impact that I have in the last six months. Not one person here has been as impressive in the last six months. Not one person has garnered the attention of the proffesional wrestling world the way I have. Not one person has captivated the masses like I have. And it's eating them alive. You can't compare Jake Benson to me. You can't compare Levi Russow to me. You can't compare The Punisher to me. You can't compare Arron Masters to me. The fact is, I am the greatest wrestler alive. I am the best ever, and soon I'll have the title to prove it."
"As far as the Fatal Fourway at Malice, that's as good as won. It's as good as in the bag for The Epic. I have been the odds on favorite from day one, and I will go all the way. You can't look at any single one of the other guys involved in the match, and even pretend they are on my level. The very assumption is ludicrous. The very notion laughable. I mean, J-Roc, he doesn't even care about winning. He's little more than a glorified cheerleader for Outlaw. He may as well be Outlaw's valet for the match. He has disgraced this company with the way he has approached the chance to recieve a world title shot.
"And Gato, it's a regular miracle from on high that he's even involved. This man has went from being halfway somebody to all the way nobody. His career is as good as over. He should be regulated to part time employment status. He's the kind of guy who should already be in the ring, when I make my entrance, no music no introduction, nothing. I mean Gato, you keep mentioning defeating me, and I understand that. That feat alone should be enough to make you a legend, but nobody out there still believes you could beat me again. Nobody. It will forever be accepted as one of those mystic occurences. This will be the highlight of your career Gato. It's all downhill for you after this. You're finished."
"Then of course there's Outlaw, who somehow thinks that me versus him is some great match. Outlaw, I'm sorry but you're not even near being ready for me. You talk about beating Gato, and want to attempt to twist that into you being as good as me? Outlaw, have you even paid attention to anything that has been happening in the CWF? There is no one left on the planet who thinks the real Evan Starr showed up for that match with Gato. There is no comparing the direction my career has taken as opposed to his. I'm glad you think that though Outlaw. Keep preparing for someone on the level of Gato. That's a good way for you to approach me. Please keep thinking that."
"Remember though Outlaw, I've been in the ring with some of the best, while you have beaten no name jobbers. You brag about being undefeated? Who have you faced? Gato? Like I said when you prepare for me, please keep preparing for someone on Gato's level. You come out here, and you dare to steal from me again in your promo? Stop trying to be me Outlaw. Just stop. First I tell the world that this is my tournament, everybody else is just match filler. Then you say it. Then I say that I am the one who is ready to take the reigns of this company, to carry it on my shoulders. I said that before you even showed up, and now you say it? Are you just watching my old promos? Well, I guess I can't blame you. Who else is there for you to look up to? Who else is there for you to want to emulate."
"If you want to steal my lines fine, but please, refrain from trying to convince people you are in my league. The fact of the matter is Outlaw, nobody is mad because you are getting such a big opportunity so early in your career, they're mad because you are a disgrace to this company. You even have the nerve to compare yourself to the top names in this business? Do you really believe you have what it takes to represent this company as it's world champion? No Outlaw, I've worked to hard, busted my ass for too long, done whatever I had to to compile the best record in this company since my arrival. I'm not targetting you because I see you as a threat, I'm targetting you because you are the last person I want to recieve any kind of world title shot."
"Outlaw, if you want to play with the big boys, I'm gonna make sure you go back down and do it like I did. Like so many others have. By proving yourself, by going for other titles first. I'm gonna send you back down to the undercard. You're right, you are undefeated, let's see how you react to a loss. I bet you'll pack up and leave as soon as you lose. Like so many others. Outlaw, you are my first target, but not for the reasons you would like to believe. Not because I think you are the biggest threat, but because you are the most undeserving."
After the last comment Evan steps off from the hood of his car onto the ground. He stands as he looks into the camera.
"I am The Prototype of Perfection, The Exhibit of Excellence, The Model of Magnificence. I am the only man in the Fatal Fourway fit to be the world champion. The only man in the Fatal Fourway that won't get the title shot only to be squashed by the champion in minutes. Be ready guys, because the chosen one is coming to Malice Effect with a full head of steam, and an unbeatable strategy."
The camera stays on Evan as he takes on last look off the cliff and gets in the car. The headlights come on and the car backs up as the scene fades.
On this particular night we find Evan sitting on the hood of his car, his prized Aston Martin DB9 Volante. He's parked at the edge of a wooded cliff, one like you might find in some coming of age story about young love, or some horror movie about the urban legend of the hook man. He sits on the hood staring down at the lights emanating from the city below, dressed in a gray Affliction t-shirt and jeans. As he looks off into the distance, CWF cameras listen in for the promo they know is forthcoming. Evan begins to speak,
"Malice Effect, the super show is drawing ever closer, and the scum of the Earth that comprise the CWF roster are already talking about all the great things they are going to do. Every poor loser from first to last is getting his camera time. Everyone wants to be seen and heard. I've noticed though, that quite a few people have mentioned me. Even people who aren't scheduled to face me at Malice. Everybody wants to mention my name, in order to lend some relevance to thier meaningless careers. Everybody wants to boost thier status by dropping the name of the hottest commodity in the CWF. Everybody. Every last member of this God-forsaken roster knows, they all know that I, Evan Starr am the hottest thing going right now. No exceptions, I am it. I came, I saw, I raised the damn bar. I am the game changer.."
"The Epic, the man that everybody wants to emulate. The man that everybody wants to imitate, and yet they just don't measure up. They all, each and everyone of them, come up miles short. First of all, Tweeks, I'm glad you brought me up, but you give yourself too much credit. You have a gift for running off at the mouth I'll give you that, but inside that ring you pose absolutely no threat whatsoever. So, since everyone seems to be doing career high promos. Cutting edge promos, no holds barred promos, allow me to cut one as well. Allow me to make my point too. You Tweeks, you can say what you will, but I beat you in that ring, and I'll do it anytime we meet. You have been one of the dirtiest, most scheming wrestlers this company has ever seen. You've pulled more dirty tricks than anyone, and you've screwed over more people than can ever be counted. You have the nerve to complain about your loss to me? You're a veteran, you've supposedly seen it all. You should have been ready for anything, but I outsmarted you. I outsmarted you once, and I'll damn sure do it again if we ever end up facing off once more."
"You said something to me once Tweeks, before our match. You said to me you didn't want my International title to be on the line, so when you beat me I'd know that I was walking around with a title that you could have had if you wanted. So I would know that the title should be yours. Well Tweeks, if by some miracle you end up with that world championship after Malice Effect, know that it should be mine. Know that I can and will take it from you. We will meet again Tweeks, not because I have some fixation with you, but because I can't stand you. I enjoy punching you in the mouth, and I haven't done that enough."
"The fact of the matter is, every Warrior in this company is jealous of me. Every member of this roster envies me beyond all imagination. I am the standard of what an athlete should be, and everybody hates the fact that they can't do it the way I do it. Nobody, absolutely nobody has made the impact that I have in the last six months. Not one person here has been as impressive in the last six months. Not one person has garnered the attention of the proffesional wrestling world the way I have. Not one person has captivated the masses like I have. And it's eating them alive. You can't compare Jake Benson to me. You can't compare Levi Russow to me. You can't compare The Punisher to me. You can't compare Arron Masters to me. The fact is, I am the greatest wrestler alive. I am the best ever, and soon I'll have the title to prove it."
"As far as the Fatal Fourway at Malice, that's as good as won. It's as good as in the bag for The Epic. I have been the odds on favorite from day one, and I will go all the way. You can't look at any single one of the other guys involved in the match, and even pretend they are on my level. The very assumption is ludicrous. The very notion laughable. I mean, J-Roc, he doesn't even care about winning. He's little more than a glorified cheerleader for Outlaw. He may as well be Outlaw's valet for the match. He has disgraced this company with the way he has approached the chance to recieve a world title shot.
"And Gato, it's a regular miracle from on high that he's even involved. This man has went from being halfway somebody to all the way nobody. His career is as good as over. He should be regulated to part time employment status. He's the kind of guy who should already be in the ring, when I make my entrance, no music no introduction, nothing. I mean Gato, you keep mentioning defeating me, and I understand that. That feat alone should be enough to make you a legend, but nobody out there still believes you could beat me again. Nobody. It will forever be accepted as one of those mystic occurences. This will be the highlight of your career Gato. It's all downhill for you after this. You're finished."
"Then of course there's Outlaw, who somehow thinks that me versus him is some great match. Outlaw, I'm sorry but you're not even near being ready for me. You talk about beating Gato, and want to attempt to twist that into you being as good as me? Outlaw, have you even paid attention to anything that has been happening in the CWF? There is no one left on the planet who thinks the real Evan Starr showed up for that match with Gato. There is no comparing the direction my career has taken as opposed to his. I'm glad you think that though Outlaw. Keep preparing for someone on the level of Gato. That's a good way for you to approach me. Please keep thinking that."
"Remember though Outlaw, I've been in the ring with some of the best, while you have beaten no name jobbers. You brag about being undefeated? Who have you faced? Gato? Like I said when you prepare for me, please keep preparing for someone on Gato's level. You come out here, and you dare to steal from me again in your promo? Stop trying to be me Outlaw. Just stop. First I tell the world that this is my tournament, everybody else is just match filler. Then you say it. Then I say that I am the one who is ready to take the reigns of this company, to carry it on my shoulders. I said that before you even showed up, and now you say it? Are you just watching my old promos? Well, I guess I can't blame you. Who else is there for you to look up to? Who else is there for you to want to emulate."
"If you want to steal my lines fine, but please, refrain from trying to convince people you are in my league. The fact of the matter is Outlaw, nobody is mad because you are getting such a big opportunity so early in your career, they're mad because you are a disgrace to this company. You even have the nerve to compare yourself to the top names in this business? Do you really believe you have what it takes to represent this company as it's world champion? No Outlaw, I've worked to hard, busted my ass for too long, done whatever I had to to compile the best record in this company since my arrival. I'm not targetting you because I see you as a threat, I'm targetting you because you are the last person I want to recieve any kind of world title shot."
"Outlaw, if you want to play with the big boys, I'm gonna make sure you go back down and do it like I did. Like so many others have. By proving yourself, by going for other titles first. I'm gonna send you back down to the undercard. You're right, you are undefeated, let's see how you react to a loss. I bet you'll pack up and leave as soon as you lose. Like so many others. Outlaw, you are my first target, but not for the reasons you would like to believe. Not because I think you are the biggest threat, but because you are the most undeserving."
After the last comment Evan steps off from the hood of his car onto the ground. He stands as he looks into the camera.
"I am The Prototype of Perfection, The Exhibit of Excellence, The Model of Magnificence. I am the only man in the Fatal Fourway fit to be the world champion. The only man in the Fatal Fourway that won't get the title shot only to be squashed by the champion in minutes. Be ready guys, because the chosen one is coming to Malice Effect with a full head of steam, and an unbeatable strategy."
The camera stays on Evan as he takes on last look off the cliff and gets in the car. The headlights come on and the car backs up as the scene fades.