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Post by Eddie Magnum on Feb 21, 2015 0:45:32 GMT -5
2nd rd USPW Heavyweight tourney. You two promo here.
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Fortuna
USPW Jobber Talent
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Post by Fortuna on Feb 26, 2015 21:59:27 GMT -5
Cameras open up to see the lanky Fortuna strolling around in front of a USPW backdrop. He dons a brown, worn leathered jacket and his usual attire. The camera gets none of his attention as his eyes float into the distance.
Fortuna: The Platinum Prince…
This makes him laugh.
Fortuna: CJ… Swift…
Again, he laughs.
Fortuna: Perhaps we should call him… the Pricetag Prince?
This really brings a smile to Fortuna’s mysterious mug.
Fortuna: Now that… has a nice ring to it.
Finally, Fortuna directs his gaze at the camera. He holds his palms to the sky.
Fortuna: Don’t you think so, CJ? I mean, it’s true, right? Hell, you didn’t even need to make that phone call, buddy. I was in the building. I would have done that for a few pints and an eightball.
This cracks Fortuna right up. He seems to be having a ball tonight.
Fortuna: I mean, that’s almost as sad as refusing to get in the ring at all…
Fortuna leans in, looking straight at the lens, and cocks an eyebrow.
Fortuna: Yeah, I’m talkin’ about you, Leroy.
He leans back from the aside and continues where he left off.
Fortuna: But if that’s what it takes for you to… win… then, by all means, do what you have to do.
Fortuna stops, turns slowly to the camera and wears a new look, one of sincerity and rage.
Fortuna: You can rest assured I’ll be doing what I have to do as well… to become the first USPW World Champion. Including stepping on your head on the road to the top.
A sinister smile spreads across his face. He goes back to the casual strolling around the set, waving his hands at the various gestures and expressions he decides to use.
Fortuna: You see, CJ, tomorrow night is a very special night for me.
He rubs his hands together dramatically and shakes his head in excitement. He locks eyes on the camera, still walking around, and grins an eerie grin. He throws a thumb over his shoulder.
Fortuna: My first opponent? Leroy…
He throws his head back, raising a peace sign to the sky.
Fortuna: DA HAMMA!
He returns to his previous position, strolling around and looking at the camera again.
Fortuna: Jackson? Well, he didn’t even give me a chance to thank him for all those… kind words… he said about me before our match. So, I win and they move me along into the next round to face you.
Fortuna stops, again, and smiles even wider towards the camera.
Fortuna: You… lucky duck…
He tries to hold it back and laughs a little bit. He returns to the pacing around.
Fortuna: Y’see, CJ, Leroy got me all… fired up. Then… I don’t get to let that aggression out. It’s been bottled up for far…far too long. I gotta get it out, I gotta let it loose. Do you know what that feels like? Do you know what that… does… to a man?
Fortuna shakes his head emphatically.
Fortuna: It ain’t good, compadre. So, I get booked in this match with you, and I really… reeeeally… want that World Title so naturally…
Fortuna chuckles a little bit, assuming he lost the Platinum Prince way back at the Pricetag Prince line. He holds out an open hand and continues walking around, almost playfully.
Fortuna: I guess the bottom line here is… it’s not personal, or some shit like that. I'm going to win this tournament, no matter who I face, because I am going to fight, grind, claw, and scrpae my way to the top of this company. Truth is, it is personal. It’s personal to me, which makes this something that you really have no control over. Look, I know I’m rambling so, what I’m trying to say is…
Fortuna stops abruptly, catching his breath a bit from the tirade, locking his head in a down position. A handful of seconds go by before he slowly raises his eyes to the camera. The shot closes in somewhat and he opens his mouth to speak.
Fortuna: No matter how much money you shell out…
He shakes his head slowly.
Fortuna: No matter what your eye candy tries to pull ringside…
He changes directions, nodding his head up and down.
Fortuna: I am going to be in that ring. You are going to be there, too. And, unfortunately…
Fortuna growls.
Fortuna: Only one of us can move on.
His eyes burn with a look of determination and desperation.
Fortuna: See you soon, Pricetag.
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Post by "The Platinum Prince" CJ Swift on Feb 26, 2015 22:13:05 GMT -5
Aaliyah Jewel is in the ring.
Aaliyah Jewel: Please put your hands together for Miss Jada and "The Platinum Prince" CJ Swift.
Money by Pink Floyd begins to play as the two make their way to the ring. The crowd boos them the entire time.
Aaliyah Jewel: Thanks for joining me in the ring.
Miss Jada: You need to stop looking at my man that way right now.
Aaliyah Jewel: I was not....
Miss Jada: You were bitch and if you know what's good for you will listen to me.
CJ Swift: Easy ladies their is more than enough of me to go around.
Aaliyah Jewel: You had some help last week in your match against CPL. Punishment. Care to talk about it?
CJ Swift: I have no idea what your talking about.
The crowd begins to boo him.
Miss Jada: Boo all you want.
Aaliyah Jewel: What about this week?
CJ Swift: This week Fortuna will win because his opponent walks out. This week he gets beat by the man that is simply known as "The Platinum Prince" CJ Swift. Fortuna you have no business being in the same ring with me. At Freedom I will show you why. Lets get out of here.
They exit the ring and head toward the back as the crowd boos and we fade out.
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