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Post by Mr. Slayton on Jul 11, 2012 22:29:07 GMT -5
The scene opens up to see all the wrestlers for GWE at a special pannel. It is taking place just outside the GWE home, the Nashville Municipal Auditorium . The entire crowd is cheering, as 'Dirt Off Your Shoulders' plays in the background, Jack Slayton, the GM of GWE, takes the podium first.
Jack Slayton: Thank you all for coming out here. We are very excited about the upcoming Pay Per View, King Of The Ring. We are finally here. The event that will truly shape GWE entirely, as we will determine who will be our first, GWE, World Heavyweight Champion.
However, that is not all. As promised, if we have enough, we would be introducing a new championship. The board and I have determined that we have enough members of our amazing roster, to introduce such championship. Everyone not involved in the main tournament will be competing, in another form of a tournament.
This will be a very unique championship. In fact, it's name will change depending on what the champion wants it to be named. And thus, Ladies and Gentlemen, the four winners from their matches at King Of The Ring, will go on to our next Pay Per View, Ground Zero, in October, to compete in one final match. One final match, involving all four of the winners. And there is only one match, worthy of of such value, to determine who will be the first GWE X-Custom champion. And that match is...Ultimate X
The entire crowd erupts in massive cheers for it. Jack smiles, and waits for everyone to calm down.
Jack Slayton: However, should we sign more talent, we will get them involved as well. Either way, Ultimate X will happen at Ground Zero. Thank you for your time. That was our main announcement for today. I'll let the rest of the roster take it from here.
Jack steps off the podium, as everyone claps loudly. The entire crowd awaits their next person to speak for them
*Hey guys. This is part announcement, part interactive. For the next couple days, if you want, post a small segment for this 'press conference', to add more hype to King Of The Ring*
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bel
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I am all you've ever slain
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Post by bel on Jul 14, 2012 10:36:44 GMT -5
The audience still applauds Slayton's huge announcement as a man in white leisure suit who is sitting at the very end of the panel brushes past the rest of talent and takes the podium. He asks for the crowds silence with a finger to his lips.
They wait on pins and needles as he adjusts the microphone. Some of the other superstars present look perplexed as a minute passes where he doesn't say anything.
Bel looks up and at the audience, "I am a work in progress."
'And?' is the collective people's reaction.
Bel nods solemnly.
"Thank you."
He steps away from the podium, walks past the entire panel, casually avoids a confused Mr. Slayton, and then leaves the room.
The crowd looks to the remaining panel to salvage the conference.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2012 15:51:00 GMT -5
In the wake of Bel's awkward contribution to the conference, the panel calls Sigmund up to the podium. Sigmund, who is neatly dressed in an all black business suit, takes the stand.
"Welcome, everyone, to the official preconference for my coronation as GWE's first heavyweight champion."
Only a handful of people in the crowd clap.
"I have one and only one topic that I need to address today. Today, I must discuss two particular clauses in my GWE contract that Jack Slayton neglected to pay attention to."
Sigmund waves to one of the stage assistants to come to the podium. The assistant walks over to Sigmund and hands him a manilla envelope. Sigmund softly places it onto the podium and gently pulls out his GWE contract.
Sigmund clears his throat before resuming, "Section 6.3, line 42: All GWE Superstars are allowed to hire a security team of a maximum of 3 persons. Salaries for the security team will be deducted from the GWE Superstar's Benefits package as stated in Article II, Section 32.1. "
Sigmund flips the page and continues.
"Section 11.2, Line 29: All GWE Superstar's are allowed to hire a single manager. All hired managers will be compensated with approximately 5% to 7% of their managed GWE Superstars' yearly salary."
Sigmund rests his contract on top of the manilla envelope and then proceeds to smirk devilishly at the crowd.
"So there you have it, as of right now I'll be enacting my security team clause and my manager clause. No longer will there have to be any unfortunate misunderstanding pertaining to the presence of my faithful servant Paul Shiller, nor will there be any controversy over the legality of my newly hired security team."
Sigmund laughs quietly into the microphone as the crowd begins to loudly discuss this news unto themselves.
"Shhhh...."
Sigmund quiets the crowd.
"That being said, the reprecussions of this monumental announcement should be clear. Both of my 'friends' as well as Paul Shiller will be present for every match I partake in from now on. Paul will provide his managerial services, while my two 'friends' will provide a desperately needed sense of security in this unsafe work environment. With lunatics like Wren SilverPhoenix, Leon 'The Virus' Roberts, and Scott Scarr running around, it is obvious why I was forced to enact both of these clauses. Thank you all for coming, and I look forward to seeing each and every one of you at my rightful coronation next Wednesday at King of the Ring."
With that said, Sigmund leaves the podium, allowing the next GWE Superstar to take their turn.
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Wren
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Not a Bitch. THE Bitch
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Post by Wren on Jul 17, 2012 16:07:55 GMT -5
Jumping up from her seat with her face flushed red from anger, Wren hops up on her chair and gives Sigmund the finger, showing him that he is indeed number one in her book. As the others in the room turn to look at her, Wren hollers loudly at Sigmund.
Who are you calling a lunatic you sanctimonious, self righteous son of a bitch!
From behind her a GWE crew member quickly approaches Wren and whispers quickly in her ear as Wren nods. Stepping down from the chair, Wren waves a hand in the air and speaks in a more sane voice.
I apologize for the interruption, as was explained to me, you were obviously talking about Carr and Roberts....carry on.
Sitting back down, Wren pays no mind to the looks she is getting and instead reaches down and with a look of intense concentration begins to scratch her ass.
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Post by Jakob Hystaria on Jul 17, 2012 19:53:35 GMT -5
Jakob Hystaria walks into the room clapping as several of the media representatives turn around to see who it is. Jakob walks, continuing to clap, towards the back of the room where the stage is. He walks past Wren to glairs at him, giving her a wink in responce. He heads up to the microphone.
Jakob Hystaria Ladies and Gentalmen, Sigmund, give him a round of applause.
The crowd joins Jakob in a clap.
Jakob Hystaria You have to love a guy who not only reads their contract but also uses every bit of it to their advantage. Of course there is a lot to be said for a guy who is boasting about being the first GWE Heavyweight Champion, but announces at the same time that he will be hiding behind the help. Bravo sir, bravo, you have earned my pity. I know that I may not be in the run for this grand title, as it has been put, but there is no one that will deny, that I am the most see, most entertaining person on the roster. And come King of the Ring, against that man right there ladies and gentalmen.
Jakob points at Bel with a smile on his face.
Jakob Hystaria Each and everyone watching, will see exactly what I mean. I will even go as far as to say that the opening match, may end up stealing the show. No offense to the wrest of the talent that will follow, but honestly, who has the star quality that I do?
Jakob pauses for a moment and smiles for the cameras. He then proceeds off the stage and leans up against the wall to hear what the rest will have to say.
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Post by Leon Roberts on Jul 18, 2012 0:02:29 GMT -5
'The Memory Remains' blasts through, as the entire crowd cheers loudly. Leon Roberts steps up, and has a gigantic smirk on his face. He begins to chuckle into the mic, which causes the crowd to cheer for him louder. He finally takes it and begins to speak.
Leon: So this is what I have to deal with in GWE. I must say, I am impressed by everyone's enthusiasm. I like it, especially since it means more fun for me when I go to break every one of you.
The rest of the roster glares at Leon, and he chuckles again. He is not intimidated at all.
Leon: I can't help but agree with Jakob Hysteria in what he said. He's right, we don't have the exact same star power we do. I look at everyone on the roster, and I know, that he's right. We all have more then him, individually.
The entire crowd laughs at that, while Jakob gets up, wanting to punch him out. Leon spreads his arms open, telling him to bring it. Jakob sits back down, when Slayton asks him to.
Leon: And stay down. And guess what everyone. Take Jakob's example. Stay down if you want to keep living. Come King of the ring, everything shapes up. The only way for GWE to truly succeed, is that it's champion is not afraid to do what he says, how he's gonna do so, and simply be the dominate one. Those are all traits I re-invented for the better. I see a small roster full of eager mortals, but you can't compete or compare with the Great Canadian Devil. Come King Of The Ring, only I shall be the last one standing.
The entire crowd cheers loudly for that once again. Leon isn't quite done though.
Leon: One last thing. If anyone, and I do mean anyone, tries to get involved in my matches at King Of The Ring, or even any future matches, then the consequences will be dire, for I will not hesitate to publicaly execute anyone who does so. A warning to Sigmund's butt-buddies, first and foremost. Speaking of Sigmund...I don't like cowards. Man up and win on your own. I may not like DJ Styles much, as he can't seem to stop spewing hot air, but at least he showed that he has a set. To bad they don't always work.
The crowd laughs loudly at that. DJ flips Leon off, and Leon chuckles again.
Leon: Just remember this. I own all your asses. For you can't escape the wrath of a devil, no matter how much you try.
Leon leaves the stage, as the entire crowd keeps cheering him.
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