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Post by Osh Vaughan on Apr 5, 2022 20:21:05 GMT
As above
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Post by Michael 'The BluePrint' Hunter on Apr 7, 2022 12:32:02 GMT
-[The camera is cut on to nothing but darkness. "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'N' Roses is heard in the backround. The words "BluePrint" suddenly hit the screen with a thud shaking the camera. The words quickly turn into blood and drip off of the screen. A picture starts to come in, it's faded but get clear by the second. Finally it comes in clear and we see a 7 foot monster sittin in an office filled with championship belts. He writes a couple of things down on paper then starts to talk.]-
BluePrint-Well....finally the IIW has come to and given real talent a match. I've been here for a couple months now and I’ve sat back and watched all these so called wrestlers do nothing but make me bored. I've watch the so called champion Jonny C go out there and fight the same chump over and over again. Well...all the watching is done. It's time for me to come out there and show you all who the real champion is. And what better way to start then beat the shit out of Griff Warner. No sweat off my back because it's something ol BluePrint is use to doing. Hench all these damn championship belts lying around my office.
-[The camera moves around looking at the different championships. We see tag titles, national titles, world titles, and any other title you can think of. The camera goes back to BluePrint who now has a huge smile on his face.]-
BluePrint-Never mind all those...that's all in a days work. Let's get to this assholes I have to destroy to gain my spot light. I'm new so I really have no clue who this loser is. But guess what? Makes no difference who they are because BluePrint handles his. I've Griff Warner perform before. Nothing special if you ask me.
-[BluePrint stands up and the camera has to zoom up in order to see his face as he's so tall. He gets a serious look on his face and talks in a calm tone.]-
BluePrint-I have spoken.....now watch it come true!.. I am Michael Hunter… This is my blueprint to success!
-[The camera fades to the black with the words "BluePrint" sitting on the screen.]-
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Post by Xander Truxell on Apr 8, 2022 18:04:02 GMT
Griff Warner, wearing gray Under Armour sweatpants and a blue Nike shirt at his home in Provo, Utah. He is flipping channels on his Samsung flat screen television He stops for a second on IIW Monday Mayhem. What the hell is this? What a bunch of hacks. Warner silently watches, remembering his time in the company before a broken foot sidelined Griff. He looks down at his foot, flexing it and seeing the scar from the surgery. Warner looks up and is still unimpressed. Greatness could have, should have owned this company. The trash in this company is stunning. Greatness puts his blonde locks into a ponytail while continuing Mayhem. He smirks as the match ends. This was the main event? How sad. A commercial comes on the screen following Mayhem for the next IIW PPV - K.K.N.D. Beautiful, more overrated hacks.Griff’s iPhone begins to buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out, it’s Osh. Owner of IIW. What the hell does he want? He must want Greatness back. Who can blame him? I’m what’s best for his business. He slides it open. ‘Who? Michael Who??’ ‘Yea, Greatness will be there’ Michael Hunter, the blueprint. Yes, you heard that right - the blueprint. Nice gimmick. Who comes up with this shit? What a peon. I’ve never heard of you, I know you’ve heard of Griff Warner. I know you’ve heard of The Truth.Griff smirks at the thought someone nicknamed the blueprint. He seems unbothered by the thought of getting in the ring with the caliber of the blueprint. 7 feet? You won’t make it to 30, you giant baby. When Greatness makes you Tap Already and you’re screaming for your life just remember who put you there - The Truth.. It won’t matter how tall you are then. Did you refer to The Truth as ‘nothing special’? Jesus. theblueprint is so incredibly cheesy. 'No sweat off my back'. Peon.Warner winks. It's so incredible that someone can be so delusional to think this peon stands a chance. Stop booking this nerd!Greatness shakes his inner speech, getting up from his couch. He snatches something from the kitchen table, noticing it’s plane ticket to Manchester England. It’s for a flight at eight in the morning. He is not looking forward to spending hours in the air in cross-Alantic flight. Provo, Utah to Manchester, England, What’s even worse, it’s theblueprint that he’s wrestling.
Warner turns off his television and takes off the blue Nike shirt. He’s having a limo take him to the airport in the morning. Classy, IIW. Greatness wouldn’t expect anything less.
Osh came through for The Truth.
He turns out the lights.
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