Post by evanstarr on Jan 11, 2009 19:16:55 GMT -5
The night air is cold, and the speed at which the Kawasaki travels isn't making things much warmer. The rider on the motorcycle is Evan Starr and he travels down some lonely Minnesota highway. There are a million thoughts going through Evan's mind as he hugs the curves, bundled up to fight the bitter wind, he is alone as he prefers it. He thinks about how close he is now, to realizing the dream he has been fighting for month to attain. He thinks about the upcoming Pay Per View, now less than twenty four hours away. He thinks about the sacrifices he has made in pursuing his dream. Embracing a lonesome life, the time away from home and all the things he held dear in what now seems a lifetime ago, the absolute obsession with becoming the greatest legend of them all. He thinks about the whispers he has heard about world champion and friend Alonzo Parker and his future with the company.
As the motorcycle winds down the road Evan can feel the cold air invading his lungs, an internal pain that he himself has caused, one he would gladly endure in order to assure himself the solitude required to collect his thoughts. He will take this time to gather himself completely, so that when he begins his promo, there will not be a trace of doubt just how sure of himself he is. He came here with a very clear cut goal, a goal that now is so very near, so close within his grasp he could almost reach out and grab it. Evan is taking nothing lightly, not his opponents, nor the grueling match to come. Evan knows this match was made for a reason, he realizes it is a test. The ultimate test, a test that will not lie, to determine just which of the four competitors is ready to stake their claim to main event status. Which of the four is truly ready to leave the midcard behind, and emerge a contender for the world title. Which of the four will truly be able to hold their own in a world title match.
Evan knows it will be him, his training and dedication are a testament to that. All that's left is to enter the ring and prove it. Evan learned early on the folly of underestimating an opponent, and has readied himself. The obvious strategy is to aid Gato in getting rid of the Southside Connection early, thus getting his long awaited chance to prove his superiority over Gato. He now makes concentrated turns on the bike, knowing where he is heading. Ready. He makes his way back toward the arena, where a CWF camera crew will film his latest promo. As Evan proceeds, every mile bringing him closer to the arena, he brings himself out of his deep thought and prepares to become the Evan Starr that CWF cameras know so well. A man who knows what his destiny is, and is certain of his impending victory. He is almost there now, and makes the final turn into the parking lot. He comes up on a chain link fence around the back entry, removing his helmet so that the security guard knows who he is. As the gate opens Evan pulls in. Dismounting he parks the bike and enters through the back of the arena.
As Evan enters the arena he feels the warmth of the heat on his face, and loosens the buttons on his jacket as the cold chills begin to leave his body. He continues walking the corridors as he removes his gloves. Finally a camera crew begins to get prepare everything, knowing that Evan is ready to cut his promo. Evan looks around, silently impressed with the CWF staff, who are hard at work to ensure they do their part in making Malice Effect an event for the ages. The crew has apparently got everything ready as they signal to Evan that the camera will be turned on and the promo underway. As the light on the camera comes on, Evan starts
"Evan Starr here. Malice Effect is upon us, and in the Fatal Fourway, Three Stages of Hell, Number one contender match, there can be only one man who walks away victorious. Only one man worthy of taking the next step in his career, and that man will be me. It will be me, that has his hand raised in victory, and it will be me that goes on to have the greatest amount of success ever witnessed in this business. As the match draws ever closer, as the time for talking slowly gives way to the time for action, the truth shows itself. A truth that was evident from the very moment the tournament of Malice was announced. A truth that will soon become fact, which will in turn become history. The end result will be what we all knew it would be from the very start. This is the dawning of the Epic Era. We are on the verge of my reign as the best in the CWF. I am already the best, don't get me wrong, but after Malice the only uestion will be, when? When will you claim your title Evan? When will you rescue this company from the mediocrity that has held it down for far too long? When will you assume your throne?
"The fact of the matter is you can name every legend, every main eventer, every big name on the roster past and present. Psycho Luke, Alonzo Parker, Tweeks, Jake Benson, they all know. They all realize that Evan Starr is the kind of Warrior that comes around once in a lifetime. They know that I am what I say I am, and they know that my days in the midcard are done. They know that Evan Starr is the here and now. They know that I am the Warrior of the millineum, the future of professional wrestling. This much is certain, and I will use this match at Malice Effect as a visual demonstration of my dominance, my unrivaled skill. I am perfect. I have not one single solitary flaw, and that's the difference between me and every other man who ever competed.
"Did anyone really ever believe that it could be any other way? That there could be any other result than my victory? The fact of the matter is that all my opponents are average, maybe even good, but I am greatness personified. I am a god among men. I am the absolute model of what all others aspire to be. I will go down in history as the greatest of all time, and I won't allow for some annoying hang up at Malice. There can be nothing other than total victory and annihilation of my opponents. Anything else is unacceptable. None of the other competitors in the match are qualified to do what I do. Not one of them. They aren't anywhere near me, on any level. It would be outright lunacy to think any of them stand a chance.
"No, the fact of the matter is, we knew the outcome right from the start. We knew who would be the winner, and who would go on to greater things. We knew who would lose and slowly fade from memory. I am the prize of the roster. I am the one who shines far brighter than the rest. I was made to rule this company. I've called it my destiny since my arrival, and now I will make it so. Soon I will be the number one contender for the CWF world title, and from there we all know what will happen. To my opponents, settle for even being in the ring with such pure, unadulterated, greatness. Use what you learn against me to keep your careers afloat.
"Les than twenty four hours to go. Let the countdown begin. The countdown to my victory and title shot. The countdown to my reign of dominance. The countdown to the Epic Era. Malice Effect, oh it will be an event to remember. It will be the event that started it all. From here on out, my name will be forever mentioned among the greats and legends. After this night, a new CWF legend will arise. The next member of the Hall of Living Legends. Most importantly, after malice Effect, the world will have their first glimpse of their new CWF world champion."
These are the last words Evan speaks for the promo as he simply turns and walks away, CWF cameras following him before slowly fading.
As the motorcycle winds down the road Evan can feel the cold air invading his lungs, an internal pain that he himself has caused, one he would gladly endure in order to assure himself the solitude required to collect his thoughts. He will take this time to gather himself completely, so that when he begins his promo, there will not be a trace of doubt just how sure of himself he is. He came here with a very clear cut goal, a goal that now is so very near, so close within his grasp he could almost reach out and grab it. Evan is taking nothing lightly, not his opponents, nor the grueling match to come. Evan knows this match was made for a reason, he realizes it is a test. The ultimate test, a test that will not lie, to determine just which of the four competitors is ready to stake their claim to main event status. Which of the four is truly ready to leave the midcard behind, and emerge a contender for the world title. Which of the four will truly be able to hold their own in a world title match.
Evan knows it will be him, his training and dedication are a testament to that. All that's left is to enter the ring and prove it. Evan learned early on the folly of underestimating an opponent, and has readied himself. The obvious strategy is to aid Gato in getting rid of the Southside Connection early, thus getting his long awaited chance to prove his superiority over Gato. He now makes concentrated turns on the bike, knowing where he is heading. Ready. He makes his way back toward the arena, where a CWF camera crew will film his latest promo. As Evan proceeds, every mile bringing him closer to the arena, he brings himself out of his deep thought and prepares to become the Evan Starr that CWF cameras know so well. A man who knows what his destiny is, and is certain of his impending victory. He is almost there now, and makes the final turn into the parking lot. He comes up on a chain link fence around the back entry, removing his helmet so that the security guard knows who he is. As the gate opens Evan pulls in. Dismounting he parks the bike and enters through the back of the arena.
As Evan enters the arena he feels the warmth of the heat on his face, and loosens the buttons on his jacket as the cold chills begin to leave his body. He continues walking the corridors as he removes his gloves. Finally a camera crew begins to get prepare everything, knowing that Evan is ready to cut his promo. Evan looks around, silently impressed with the CWF staff, who are hard at work to ensure they do their part in making Malice Effect an event for the ages. The crew has apparently got everything ready as they signal to Evan that the camera will be turned on and the promo underway. As the light on the camera comes on, Evan starts
"Evan Starr here. Malice Effect is upon us, and in the Fatal Fourway, Three Stages of Hell, Number one contender match, there can be only one man who walks away victorious. Only one man worthy of taking the next step in his career, and that man will be me. It will be me, that has his hand raised in victory, and it will be me that goes on to have the greatest amount of success ever witnessed in this business. As the match draws ever closer, as the time for talking slowly gives way to the time for action, the truth shows itself. A truth that was evident from the very moment the tournament of Malice was announced. A truth that will soon become fact, which will in turn become history. The end result will be what we all knew it would be from the very start. This is the dawning of the Epic Era. We are on the verge of my reign as the best in the CWF. I am already the best, don't get me wrong, but after Malice the only uestion will be, when? When will you claim your title Evan? When will you rescue this company from the mediocrity that has held it down for far too long? When will you assume your throne?
"The fact of the matter is you can name every legend, every main eventer, every big name on the roster past and present. Psycho Luke, Alonzo Parker, Tweeks, Jake Benson, they all know. They all realize that Evan Starr is the kind of Warrior that comes around once in a lifetime. They know that I am what I say I am, and they know that my days in the midcard are done. They know that Evan Starr is the here and now. They know that I am the Warrior of the millineum, the future of professional wrestling. This much is certain, and I will use this match at Malice Effect as a visual demonstration of my dominance, my unrivaled skill. I am perfect. I have not one single solitary flaw, and that's the difference between me and every other man who ever competed.
"Did anyone really ever believe that it could be any other way? That there could be any other result than my victory? The fact of the matter is that all my opponents are average, maybe even good, but I am greatness personified. I am a god among men. I am the absolute model of what all others aspire to be. I will go down in history as the greatest of all time, and I won't allow for some annoying hang up at Malice. There can be nothing other than total victory and annihilation of my opponents. Anything else is unacceptable. None of the other competitors in the match are qualified to do what I do. Not one of them. They aren't anywhere near me, on any level. It would be outright lunacy to think any of them stand a chance.
"No, the fact of the matter is, we knew the outcome right from the start. We knew who would be the winner, and who would go on to greater things. We knew who would lose and slowly fade from memory. I am the prize of the roster. I am the one who shines far brighter than the rest. I was made to rule this company. I've called it my destiny since my arrival, and now I will make it so. Soon I will be the number one contender for the CWF world title, and from there we all know what will happen. To my opponents, settle for even being in the ring with such pure, unadulterated, greatness. Use what you learn against me to keep your careers afloat.
"Les than twenty four hours to go. Let the countdown begin. The countdown to my victory and title shot. The countdown to my reign of dominance. The countdown to the Epic Era. Malice Effect, oh it will be an event to remember. It will be the event that started it all. From here on out, my name will be forever mentioned among the greats and legends. After this night, a new CWF legend will arise. The next member of the Hall of Living Legends. Most importantly, after malice Effect, the world will have their first glimpse of their new CWF world champion."
These are the last words Evan speaks for the promo as he simply turns and walks away, CWF cameras following him before slowly fading.