Promo Thread for OCW D-Day in Detroit

[Packer]

Please Start your promos for OCW D-Day in Detroit...the date will be announced within the week...remember..this is a ONE match event..the ENTIRE Roster will be eligible for this title!! Promo away!!!

[Packer]

The scene opens with Packer walking out of his real estate office..his persona[ assistant Tammy is with him..he hands her some documents which she puts in his leather Haliburton and locks it safely.
They get into a waiting limo and slam the door...Packer settles in as Tammy pours him a drink..he smiles and picks up some contracts of potential recruits he plans to pitch to very soon...Tammy pours her drink and settles back in the seat.

Tammy: Reg...Im curios..why did you feel it so urgent to purchase the old Gold Club building..after all it was an infamous strip club just a couple of years ago...wont that hurt the image OCW is trying to give?

Packer: Tammy..youre so sweet..so naive..the Gold Club is the perfect place to hold our cards...its large enough to hold about 5000 people..its right in the middle of Atlanta..theres TONS of traffic through here...plus...it makes OCW look very..VERY bad, and thats what we want......I want the OCW to be the most HATED fed on the palnet!! Nothing but baddasses!!
Something not of the norm...dopnt worry..you wont be dancing in any cages or anything...

Tammy: THATS good to know..Im glad...

Reg: Nahh..thats for rookies..OCW is gonna be THE fed when we get things ironed out..after we hold our first show in Detroit..its on to the Warzone!
Life is looking VERY good!!

They drink a toast and the limo speeds off into the Atlanta sunset.

[Soutter]

[The scene opens up to show The 400 pound Centre of Attention Soutter sitting in a reclining chair with a map of Australia as he back drop. Soutter is wearing blue denim pants and a muscle singlet top, that is bulging more from his weight then from any muscles, although he does look strong, there is no real definition there.]

Voice over : Defining moment.

In everyone's life, there is a defining moment.

A moment that can change everything as they know it.

A moment that can make or break a person .... or a company.

........ Today is a defining moment for one company in particular, the OCW. Outlaw Championship Wrestling.

Today is the day that the Centre of Attention himself, Soutter, throws his hat into the ring and instantly turns the heads of the whole industry.

The industry in which he is known as THE number ONE man.

The industry in which he is second to NONE!

Soutter : Thats right turkey's, I'mmmmmmmm heeeere!

[Soutter pauses then continues.]

Outlaw Championship Wrestling, who better suited to building this place around then the Suit himself, Soutter! Who better to join the Outlaw's then a Bandit. The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

Atlanta, here i come baby!

[Scene fades too .....]

[Syberus]

[The scene: Syberus walking into a building.]

[The building: OCW Headquarters.]

[The clothes: He's wearing a black T-Shirt that says "2004" on the front, and black jeans with white trainers (sneakers).]

[The miscellaneous equipment: He's carrying a gym bag.]

[Syberus approaches the front desk, at which sits the receptionist.]

Receptionist: "Yes sir?"

Syberus: "I'm here to see the Managing Director."

Receptionist: "He's currently in a meeting, sir."

Syberus: "That's no way to speak to the UCW United States Champion."

Recepionist: "The UCW United States Championship became defunct before the company itself did, sir, and you never held the title during it's time there anyway."

Syberus: "Really? Then why the hell am I carrying this around?"

[He produces the old UCW United States Championship belt and puts it over his shoulder, just because Gold looks nicer there.]

Syberus: "When will he be ready?"

Receptionist: "In about thirty minutes, sir."

Syberus: "Tell him that his two time UCW Champion has arrived and will be circling the parking lot insessently in his limousine."

[He turns and begins to leave.]

Receptionist: "Very well sir... although if I may offer some advice... don't mention UCW. This is OCW, sir."

[Syberus stops dead in his tracks, his smile fades and his voice deepens.]

Syberus: "No... you're wrong..."

"It doesn't die... I can smell it in the air..."

[He leaves as the camera fully fades.]

[Phoenix]

*Fade in to a nondescript room in a nondescript Inn in Ireland.

There's enough tech setup in this room that Phoenix, you know, the guy that owns UCW and all those titles, history, and so on, has just gotten to witness the latest pointless interview by Syberus.*

ring

Phoenix: Damed satellite phones... Yello?

T.H. Power: Green!

Phoenix: What do YOU want?

T.H. Power: You need to send us something to send in for the Tournament of the Elite, and you got that IWA match coming up.

Phoenix: I know, I know. Three ex-UCW guys. I got it covered.

T.H. Power: Syberus has the US title. And he never held it. You know what that means,,,

Phoenix: What?

T.H. Power: Sueing the bastard for cash and jailtime. Bet I could get IWA outta this...

*Fade out*

[Syphir]

The scene opens to Syphir looking at pictures of the former champions of uCw. He suddenly comes upon two pictures of himself. The uCw Tag Team, and the uCw Television championships. There he is, standing in a blue background, holding the shining belts, his name engraved on a plate, which the camera's flash reflected off of. He couldn't help but be proud of his accomplisments in uCw.

"Hehehe. I was one of the best uCw had ever seen. I fought my way to the top, blood, swear, and tears, but I never really made it to the promised land. The land of the world title. The land where you KNOW you're the best, and so does everyone else. I never got that respect. No one respected me. They thought I cheated my way to the top. Well, at this oCw show, I shall prove to all that I didn't cheat my way to the top. Once I walk into that structure, I will tear, and rip, and destroy everything that is made of flesh and blood, and I will enjoy it."

He took his two pictures, and threw them down the hall, where the landed with a crash, glass flying into the air, reflecting beams of light through them. He walked the other direction, but still continued to talk.

"For two years, I fought for what I believed in. I fought for myself. Everyone doubted me, and I proved them wrong time, after time, after time. They still doubted me. 'You'll never win the REAL gold!' they would say. Well now it's time to shut down the critics again. I don't even know who I'm against. They'll regret ever stepping into the ring with me..."

[fualltohell]

The scene fades in on Quinn X, a buff and statuesque manly man, in some gym. It doesn't really matter which one.

Quinn is currently in a Tae-Bo class, punching, kicking, stretching, and moving. After a brief cool down, the trainer ends the class for the day and Quinn moves to the next room, filled with gymnastics equipment.

He powders up his hands, taking in a lesson from a new trainer, and heads up to the rings, lifting himself up and into the crucifix pose to hold, and begins to speak, his voice a bit muffled by the faceplate he always wears.

Quinn X: Many people may be watching this, wondering what Tae-Bo and gymnastics have to do with wrestling. And many may just sit back and laugh. I'm fine with that. I've seen these UCW guys, excuse me, OCW, like it matters. The point is that anyone who thought they were anyone in UCW came running for this bell at OCW, for one reason.

Gold.

The Gold standard may have lowered in the United States, but in wrestling, gold is everything. Not your record, or who you beat, or who you maimed, just Gold. People like Soutter and especially Syberus show up looking for an easy win and easier gold, so they can say "Look! Anudder titel! OhMyGod LOL!". And then their's someone like Syphir, a never-was who never-will-be, that walksa around all day spouting history. It's just that, Syphir.

History.

Quinn drops from the rings and moves into a small room with a sensei and two sparring students. The students stop, and all 4 men bow to each other. Quinn takes the center of the room, bending into a kata position, and tenses, as the sensai slams a 2x4 into his back!

Quinn X: No holds barred, triple tiered cage hardcore hell in a cell i makes little difference. I'm too strong and too tough for the "UCW's best". I'm out for that gold too. And I'm going to be damned sure I leave you all lying as I get it.

Second best is the first loser. I holds more true now, I suppose, as the "runner up" *mutters* how can you have a runner up in a cage match? *normal* gets an immediate title shot the next show.

And that's assuming this promotion lasts that long.

Gold's all mine little girls. Just stand back or you'll just be hurt worse.

The scene she fades as the sensei slams the 2x4 into Quinn's gut...

[Syberus]

[The camera fades into Syberus sitting at home watching TV and eating popcorn. He idly thinks: “I know, I’ll watch that tape of U… uh, I mean OCW promo’s that came in the post today.” Such an innocent thought can go so wrong in many ways. Even a man decked in a Pure Confidence T-Shirt, black jeans and White sneakers wouldn’t be prepared for the shockwave that would hit him full on.]

[That shockwave… is INCOMPETANCE.]

[One would suspect that people vying for a place on the top of the roster, fighting for a World Heavyweight Championship, would be able to comprehend at least who their opponents were. But no, all equilibrium was removed from one innocent man’s life as he was thrust into a dimension of craziness. That dimension is… THE INCOMPETANCE ZONE.]

[Our Hero wakes up under a purple tree that grows Newspapers, looking up through the branches at the red and blue marbled sky. Green clouds make perfect replicas of George Bush’s face in the sky, and a Quad-headed dog seems stuck in an eternal struggle for one of it’s fifteen tails.]

[As he stumbles to his feet, using the tree for support, Syberus looks around at the twisted horror of the land around him. A billboard proclaiming Phoenix holds a title for more than two weeks. Air laced with blind denial about the fact that Syberus will win this Championship. Quinn’s voice circulates the air, forever proclaiming “Look! Anudder titel!” It would be too much for one man to bear, but this is no ordinary man. This is a World Class athlete. This is Syberus.]

[He knows there is no time to lose. Syberus squares his shoulders for the task ahead, and sets off down a long and winding track to the INCOMPETANCE mainframe. Not knowing the horrors that he might find on the way, Syberus strides on, knowing that he and only he can save the universe from the vicious evil that threatens it.]

[He comes to a crossroads, with an unmarked sign pointing in each direction. Syberus asks a nearby Irishman for directions, but the Irishman simply dances his little thieving heart away. Knowing that he has but one option… well actually, four… Syberus takes a gamble and heads right on down the straight path. But then! Another blast hits our Champion down and into the dirt. Phoenix actually thinking that Syberus was serious about the U.S. title! But all is well, for this man cannot be stopped. No amount of idiocy will force him into submission, not when he is so close to his goal. He stands tall again, and brushes the sand off of his shoulders. Sensing that the end is near, as well as the OCW Championship, Syberus ploughs on into the never-ending twighlight that is THE INCOMPETANCE ZONE.]

[For sure, they will find a way to reach him. There will come the day that our man has to defend his honour again against this retarded group of imbeciles. But that day is not today, for again he smites their stupidity. The end is in the air. It’s on the tip of his tongue. He runs now, knowing that sweet release from this eternal nightmare is but four inches away.]

[Then he presses stop.]

[Soutter]

[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, walking through the car park of the Gold Club in Atlanta, he is wearing a black and red leather vest and blue denim jeans and is wheeling his gear behind him on one of them suit cases with the wheels. As he approaches the entry way, he is accosted by OCW interviewer Tye Gibson.]

Tye Gibson : Soutter! I heard you were heard in the OCW, word is you want some easy gold.

Soutter : Word is you have hooked up with Miriam.

Tye Gibson : Well, ummm ....

[Soutter leans up against the concrete pole in the car park, watching Tye
squirm.]

Tye Gibson : (trying to keep his composure) The fans aren't interested in me Suit. Its you they want to know about, so tell us, why exactly are you here in OCW?

Soutter : Why? Why not? Its as good a place as any. True the competition ain't up to the standard that i am used of, but i'm sure after a few matches with The Big Bad Bustling Bandit carrying these turkey's that they will be able to .... damn, who am i kidding, we all know they cant compete with me, but who ever could? Your looking at the most dominant force in this business, the number ONE man in the industry!

Tye Gibson : I don't know about that Suit, i mean, Syberus is meant to be coming here, why i saw him on the tv just the other day, and boy, he seems very confident. He was talking about The Incompetence Zone and ...

Soutter : Syberus talking about the Incompetence Zone. How fitting.

Tye Gibson : I take it you don't think much of him?

Soutter : Never have and never will. Some people have it, some don't, and then there's some who think they do, thats Syberus.

Tye Gibson : He is a two time ...

Soutter : Who cares? Who really cares Tye? Do you really think i stopped by here early to listen to you babble about Syberus, please. No, i am here to talk about more important things then him.

Tye Gibson : Such as?

Soutter : Such as a him!

[Tye turns around, the camera shot following him to see Christian Sebastian Kennedy standing behind him, immaculately dressed, a cocky smile on his face. Tye jumps back in shock tripping over the camera cords and landing on his back.]

Tye: It's y.. y.

CSK: Cat got your tongue boy? Spit it out lassie, come on.

Tye: What are you doing here? You and Soutter, this makes no sense!

[Christian lowers his shades down just a bit and shines that million dollar smile and pats Soutter on the back.]

CSK: Oh but it does make sense. For the last two years I've spent my career dismantling the KGB piece by piece have I not?

Tye: Which is why this doesn't make sense.

CSK: Kid, do you like puzzles?

Tye: I suppose but what does that have to do with this?

CSK: Then we're going to play a game so hear me out. I've spent two years going from the bottem of the KGB to the top and back down. Yet the only one with the balls to never leave was Soutter.

Tye: You two have never had a one on one match.

CSK: Kid, shut up and listen to me. Did I say speak? Did I say I was through? Sit down and if you're good I'll pet your stomach and give you a doggy treat when I'm done.

[Christian sets his luxury bag down and strokes his chin before continuing on.]

CSK: Fact is Soutter discovered me and we went to war. For two years we've been the most under appreciated, over looked men in this business. So we put our brains together and decided why not team up?

Tye: But you two can't get along!

CSK: Kid, have you seen us in the ring as a unit yet? Didn't think so, now listen. Granted there's some hate there and always will be. But you've got two of the greatest in the business teaming up together. So here's the deal.

[Christian opens up his thousand dollar suit jacket and points to his waist.]

CSK: Right now there's no gold around this waist. There hasn't been gold around this waist for well over a year. Fact is, we're here to be the most dominant tag team you've ever seen. And if one of us wins the world title, the other one will be the first to challenge.

Tye: But, that sounds like you two can't work as a unit.

CSK: Kid, you're dumber then a little child with ADD. Fact is, when we win the tag team titles we'll be sending out a message. But that doesn't mean neither one of us want the whole world in the palm of our hands. Business is business but being the world champion is the top of the line.

Tye: So this means wh..

CSK: This means the interview is over. Soutter and I have much bigger things to take care of right now.

[CSK buttons up his thousand dollar suit jacket and puts his shades back up, as a stunned Tye looks on. ]

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OOC : This was a joint effort between myself and CSK.

[Packer]

PROMO THREAD NOW CLOSED.