SWA Show Promo Feed http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums Sat, 19 May 2012 01:16:18 +0000 10 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17127 Sat, 19 May 2012 01:16:18 +0000 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17127 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17125
Zarathustra: "You want to talk about effort Drake Stein? How about you show some against me, because if you want to crush me, you should have taking the initiative and fired guns blazing against me, instead you fell silent and here I am, the now hearing from the man who beat down Mike Sawyer, a man who thought he wanted to wrestle, but was just lazy. So don't confuse one's laziness for a lack  of confidence. Because Drake, you are a fucking hypocrite,  you are lazy, and this effort you speak of, you just now decided to address me. Because right now you're just a hyped up little shit acting cocky because you beat up a guy who was too fucking lazy and too much of a douche to actually give you a response. I AM NOT MIKE SAWYER! SO DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M MIKE SAWYER!  Because you can talk about talent and skill both of which I do have, but I can talk with the best of them.  and I am laughing to myself how much of a arrogant douchebag you are what with the fake-ass poetry telling me I will be destroyed by you. Did you see my last match? You were there so you must have but it's like you're ignoring that I have beating people already here who have a reputation here, they are known here, and that they have skill and talent but more importantly, they can talk without making themselves look like massive hypocrites most of the time. And you are a hypocrite, so to think that I am that easy, to think that you can just crush me, this isn't my first match my friend and you will be shown what a complete fucking hypocrite you are!"

Zarathustra falls silent, lightly punches a locker and then speaks

Zarathustra: "Oh and as for your little dilemma with the Hot Pocket, put the thing in the oven, it'll take longer but it won't suck as bad if you take the time to watch it so the place doesn't burn down. But, yes, much like yourself, that hot pocket that you cooked and nuked in the microwave had to have sucked See you soon Drake."

Zarathustra with a smile on his face, leaves the backstage area as the scene fades to black.]]> Sat, 19 May 2012 00:04:41 +0000 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17125 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17124 Two Weeks ago: A Chance Meeting
The scene opens up with Eden Draven at Boxing event. She really does not concern herself with who is fighting, she just sits near the front and admires the blood shed in awe. She wears a snug fitting black dress that drags along the ground. Normally she stands at 5 foot 7, but with her heels on she stands at 6 foot even. Her painted red lips stick out substantially against her pale white skin. Her eyes flicker with excitement as each blow is delivered. As the fight continues Drake slowly made his way forward towards his seat. He was always late but had come here to study. As he muscled through the crowd he finally found his seat,.

"Excuse me"

He says as he slides down into the seat beside Eden. She nods some to the man, paying him no mind for now. Blood flies from the mouth of one man as the other man strikes with a powerful right hook. She is on the edge of her seat now, squirming some and biting her lip.

Eden: Hit him again..

She said softly. Pulling out a note pad from his pocket Drake starts to take notes. Seeing what each man is doing, trying to figure out which where successful and which weren't. As he watched the fight he placed the pen on his seat. As the fight continued he bumped the pen and in dropped to Eden's feet. He went to lean down to grab it but realized what it would look like, and it certainly wasn't a position a southern gentleman should find himself in.

Drake: Would you mind?

She arches a brow and leans down, grabbing the pen with her long slender fingers. She hands it to him, glancing at him for a moment before her eyes fixated on the ring.

Eden: Are you trying to draw this?

Give her a once over he smiled to himself.

Drake: Believe me if I was drawing something it wouldn't be what's in the ring.

She nods, not even catching on to what he was saying.

Eden: So... what are you doing?

She then turns her gaze to him and what he is doing.

Drake: Taking notes, I've been trying to get into boxing or wrestling for years. Just hasn't happened yet.

He didn't even notice her now, he had returned to his obsession, what was happening in the ring. She scoffs.

Eden: Seriously?

She then shook her head slightly.

Eden: I am a wrestler.

He looked over at her and gave a slight chuckle.

Drake: Yeah and I'm Muhammad Ali.

She rolls her eyes.

Eden: You do not look like him. Trust me. I am. I work for a federation called Skyfall Wresting....

Drake: Yeah?

He was shocked, she wasn't what you'd expect but then again wrestling had it's fair share of different personalities.

Drake: Wish I could find a way in, I'm a giant and I was told in the last two places I was at that I'm too dangerous and untrainable.

She scoffs once again.

Eden: I can perhaps get you in. Do you have any skills?

Drake: Physically I can do anything.

Drake stood up and showed his full size and physical structure. He was a giant, and had no problem showing off. She nods, placing a hand on his forearm and applying a little pressure. Her polite way of telling him to sit the hell down. The crowd was getting a bit testy so he took his seat beside her. Look down he saw her hand still on his arm.

Drake: You can let go if you like.

She removes her hand and looks back to the match. her hands are clenched as she watches the men trade blows. She bites down on her lower lip, looking like she is about to leap up into the ring with them. Reaching over he places his hand on her hip pushing her back with ease.

Drake: Calm down.

She smirks some.

Eden: Does this not excite you?

Drake: Yes but it's a science.

He kept his hand pressed tightly against her. He was now ignoring the fight all together. She looks at him, locking her eyes on his. They were definitely captivating, greenish blue in color. Her body did not move, just her eyes as she slowly looked down at his hand.

Eden: You can move that now....

She said with a smirk. Drake slid his hand down to her inner thigh and left it linger there not saying a word as he turned back acting as if he was watching the fight.

Drake: Who do you think will win?

She runs her tongue along the inside of her cheek before she grabs his hand. She smiles sweetly and bent his pinky back.

Eden: I will

Gritting his teeth he did everything he could do to prevent himself from making noise.

Drake: Okay okay.

He said as he shook his hand trying to stop the pain.

Drake: Just heard you wrong.

She nods, placing her hands on her lap. She sighs because now the fight is over. She groans and gets up in a huff.

Eden: Good evening...

She says softly as she moves past him. He reaches over grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her tracks.

Drake: No.

She bites her lip and turns to look at him.

Eden: No?

Drake: Not before you help me.

He says pulling her towards him, trying to control her for the moment. She sighs.

Eden: Help you with what? Thinking?

Drake: Breeding.

He says in the most sarcastic tone he could muster. At that she chuckles.

Eden: You could not handle me. Now get up and come with me.

Letting go of her, he begins to follow her. She walks effortlessly through the crowd, pinching someone if they get in her way. She makes her way outside where a hearse style limousine awaits her. Standing outside the limo, he stops.and smiles.

Drake: You want me to get in there with you?

She looks at him and shrugs.

Eden: Why not?

She then put a hand on her hip.

Eden: Unless you'd rather follow me?

Taking a deep breath he laughed.

Drake: Okay but if we end up at your place.

He was cocky and knew where it COULD lead. She rolls her eyes.

Eden: Please. Keep dreaming.

Her driver who stands at about 6 foot 10, opens the door for her. She gets in and waits for him to get in. Drake slides into the limo and brings his hand to her knee again.

Drake: So, what are we doing?

She snarls at him and pushes his hand away from her. The driver shuts the door. Soon the driver is in the hearse and begins to drive off.

Present Day:
Enter Eden Draven. The newest infection to invade the healthy body of the SWA. A true and incurable sickness. Eden is dressed in a tight body hugging long black velvet dress.

Her feet cannot be seen. Eden is sitting in the parlor watching the latest; yet horrific promo that JC has put out. The promo is near its end. She shuts the TV off once it is over and smiles softly.

Eden: Allow me to enlighten you JC, again.

She scoffed a bit, as she grew tired of this man.

Eden: I have never had to pay for anything. I earned that win I got against you. You need to be a man and accept it. I understand that may be hard for to do. Both of those things. Accepting that I am better than you and being a man.

She shifted some in her seat, crossing her legs at her ankles under her dress.

Eden: Yes, I am going to attack your man hood. Get over it. You bitch and whine about me being a waste of your time. Puh-lease.

She rolled her eyes.

Eden: You could not be farther from the truth. If I was such a waste of time, why would I get another match? Furthermore, why would they book me in a match against you?

Eden scoffed.

Eden: Trust me, I do not think they want to give you an easy win. Our dance this time will not go as smoothly as it has in the past dear boy.

She shook her head some.

Eden: I will win this time around, thus making you look like an even bigger fool. You will bitch and moan about it the next time they put you before me as a sacrificial lamb.

She stood up.

Eden: I am well aware that I left you high and dry in our tag match.

She snarled at the camera.

Eden: You do not deserve the talent that I have as an ally in your corner.

She then grinned.

Eden: Face it. I am worth more to this company than you. I fill those seats on the curve of my hips alone. This may be a man's sport where men lead the way, but face it J.C. it is the men who buy the tickets and come to see the real talent. Which would be me in this case.

She put her hands on her hips.

Eden: Bring all the pain you want, J.C. It will never be enough to hurt me.

She then put a hand over her mouth and acted scandalized.

Eden: Oh! I almost forgot. I wasn't supposed to even try to speak. The big bad J.C. might do something awful to me.

She rolled her eyes once more.

Eden: Please. You are not going to run my ass over. So take your delusional ass elsewhere....

She then left the camera crew there to pack up. The scene fades out to nothingness.]]> Fri, 18 May 2012 23:24:53 +0000 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17124 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17123
The impact of his hand slamming against the table caused it to vibrate slightly. The camera stayed on the aunt as it twitched for a few seconds then it stopped. The ant’s misery was finally over, as the camera panned back we saw Drake Stein sitting on the side of his bed. He yawned before turning to the camera.

“Effort, reckon that’s a first. Again I expected so much more.”

As the light shone down on Drake he gave a cocky smirk, his eyes focused back in on the tray of food. Reaching over he grabbed a strawberry from it and popped it into his mouth with ease.

“Do you think Mike Sawyer really wanted to be embarrassed Zarathustra? Do you think that he wanted to go out there only to be destroyed? I highly doubt it. He was overmatched and he knew it. He didn’t speak because he would’ve been embarrassed. He knew he stood no shot, just like you should.  

Brash

Boisterous,

and wanting a fight.

How very valiant of you mister, Zarathustra. I know it’s not that you don’t have talent or skill. You do, it’s just you don’t have a chance.

You’ll fight like always, and you’ll give all your heart and soul but the truth is it won’t matter. All the heart in the world can’t trump talent, all the effort doesn’t undo skill, and all you have will never be enough to come close to what I offer.

Mike Sawyer didn’t answer me because he had no answers, not because he was lazy but because the result would’ve been the same. He would’ve left a broken man.

You will do the same....

Bring your heart,

Bring your effort,

Bring everything you have, in the end it’ll all be wasted and you’ll be crushed..”

With that Drake gave a smile to the camera as the we roll to black.]]> Fri, 18 May 2012 23:22:20 +0000 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17123 http://www.skyfallwrestling.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17122
Booty: Oh my fucking demon, could you BE any more boring?

They ask in an exasperated tone.

Booty: You have got to be the most uninteresting fuck on this roster. Honestly. Okay, so you prattle on and on my little lamb about how you're not going to let this chance slip you by.

They hop up and click their heels before sitting back down.

Booty: You tell us you're not going to, but you don't show us why. So it all sounds like generic tripe to the Booty Satan. Clay Andrews can't actually dig under the surface like the little retard likes to say. They can't go beyond telling us they want this, to actually showing us why they need it. That would require a spark of passion, something remotely interesting and different about them, now wouldn't it? Instead we get this snoozefest.

A slight pause.

Booty: Yawn. You hear that? I'm yawning.

Standing up they do the Elaine dance from Seinfeld before continuing.

Booty: And obviously retard mcretard here can't grasp the depths of the Booty Satan's evil. If you understood their evil ways you'd get that they weren't falling out of the spotlight. No, no, they were harnessing the spotlight they'd gained in their time off to spring forward and re-appear bigger, badder, and more evil than ever. But alas, you cannot. Much like you cannot hope to defeat the Booty Satan. TTFN beeyotch!

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Sherman: I don’t HAVE to be nice to you? I thought I had to be nice, because you were my partner! I watched some other tag matches, I listened to what Ms. Persephone and Ms. Ally said, and I can’t BELIEVE I pulled off that first promo! Mr. Gamer Guy, YOU ARE RIDICULOUS! How do you expect to win anything? You have NO SENSE of REALITY! NONE! GET SERIOUS, MR. Gamer Guy! RIGHT NOW!

Sherman’s voice actually cracks on the last word. Gamer Guy still doesn’t immediately react. Sherman keeps holding him, and finally Gamer Guy reacts, his voice slightly choked.

Gamer Guy: Frightened: Why are you shouting, human? Terrified: Do you seek to harm me?

Sherman actually lets go with one hand, and punches Gamer Guy square in the face. Then, he releases him. Gamer Guy, an extremely disturbed individual indeed, bleeds quietly. Sherman spins away quickly, then remembers where the camera is, and faces that. His face is red with anger, but clearly not at his opponents.

Sherman: I am sorry, Ms. Ally. I am sorry, Ms. Persephone. I hope you can understand that I’ve had to make a lot of changes, and do a whole lot of learning. There are still some things I’ve not quite gotten down. The thing is, I wanted to win this match. I really did. So I held back everything, EVERYTHING, just because I thought being nice would help me do that. I thought cohesion was the key, and so I…

He clenches his fists in frustration, beginning to rock rapidly from side to side.

Sherman: I can’t believe I did that! Grrr! And now he won’t listen to reason… So yeah, I might lose. But I’m gonna give you guys as much as I can, I promise, because I really, really do want to win. If you don’t believe that, look at the lengths I went to to try, just because I thought I had to.

At this point, Gamer Guy chips in.

Gamer Guy: Tentative: Excuse me, Human, but I would like to answer the things that…

Sherman: No! Shut up! I’m tired of hearing you talk in that stupid voice! I’m ending this now!

Gamer Guy: Surprised: But…

Sherman: No! Goodbye! And again, Ms. Ally, Ms. Persephone, I am sorry.

With that, he heads back over to Gamer Guy, which is still easy as Gamer Guy is still mumbling the apparent torrent of emotions he’s experiencing, grabs him, and leads him straight to the door. He shoves him through, and as the door slams, the scene cuts to black.


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He steps up to the door, turns the handle, and gently knocks at the same time, just in case she's sleeping or something.

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"Just to make it clear though, I don't think ring rust was a factor for someone who wrestled a tag match without a hitch on one leg. In fact if you listen to her promos from that match, she explained in great detail why a long layoff wouldn't slow her down. Bottom line is I have beaten a couple people who've actually successfuly defended titles they've won here, unlike you. You're throwing crap at me that other people have done, slowing down after hot starts. There really ain't anything I can do about that, now is there?" He shrugs his shoulders. "The thing is you can bring up big names I could've faced, or what others have done. It don't change the fact that I've done exactly what I'm supposed to, win and shoot for the top of the food chain instead of piddlefarting around. All you're bringing is the types of generic criticisms I knew would come with the territory when I decided I wasn't going to waste time whining that I'm not ready." He stops to kick some sand out of one of his sandals. "Oh, and your little story is a load of crap. Because you ain't been retaining any spotlight after your failures. You've rode off into the sunset doing absolutely nothing, before you resurface with another half baked plan that will fail in the end. If you were really getting this great spotlight boost you'd be using it instead of fucking off and disappearing off the face of the Earth like you've done a couple times now. It's like I said, you have got absolutely nothing. You aren't going to stop me, I'm getting myself this title shot and I will stomp your face dry to get it. See you Friday."

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Ally: Feet down please.

Persephone shrugs and obliges, spinning her chair around in the process.

Persephone: Whatever man. So, was that like um ... serious?

Ally: They looked dead serious to me.

Persephone: Um, like ... well then.

Ally: Sherman, thank you for the brilliant point about it being better to get along with your tag partner than not to. However, if you'll notice I already brought up a scenario where I managed to co-exist with a partner I despised in a match we won. You see, it's better to be forthright and honest about these things than to try and cover it up. Once acceptance is out of the way, you can focus on the task at hand.

Persephone: Um yeah dude ... remember that weird ass Bread Zombie and his robo friend trying to pretend they had chemistry? Totally lame. Like, it seems to me Shermanator dude that you are like just trying to get along with the Gamer dude because you're tagging to like a ridiculous degree. Like I saw you butter him up and placate him like a lil' piggy awfully quick when you started to upset him. I mean, Ally could have like been less harsh about her point but she does have one ... a point that is.

Ally rolls her eyes.

Ally:  I'm just being forthright and honest. And yes, you did seem to be walking on eggshells. You know he's lost those matches just as well as everyone else does, Sherman. I think you also know from experience that going on thinking and believing you've done great when you've actually lost doesn't garner very good results. Look how you used to be, you got a few surprises here and there, but a lot of pain. You've seen what that approach brings, and you're only sabotaging yourself by not being up front about it. Are you going to let him bring you down with you?

Persephone: And um, yeah, it seems like you are biting your tongue seriously dude. You spent more time trying to keep him happy and prove you could get along than you did like, doing what was getting you on the right track. Using your research, and whatnot. I mean, either you did a serious 180 spin on the dude telling us not to take him lightly after thinking he was so bad at his job that his approach was kinda disgusting in your words, or we're right and you're just um you know ... trying too hard to show you can get along, pull even weight and prove us wrong. Just be warned dude, the wrong choice will not lead you through Mordor- instead to doom in the lava pits!

Ally nods her head, even though Sherman can't see it.

Ally: Sherman, you can either keep on the path you were heading on and either give him the choice to keep up or be left behind, or you can lower yourself down to his level and get dragged down. Gamer Guy, speaking about how determined you are means nothing without putting in the serious hard work to the aspects of this job like research, etc. that you haven't thus far. This is serious business, there's more to it than just re-enacting whatever you want to. I'm sure this will go in one ear and out the other, but as Commissioner I needed to say it. As for taking anyone lightly, a bit of research will show that I may be dismissive, far more in some past cases actually than I have been here but that I always bring my A game. I have to much pride in my own performance not to, regardless of opponent. Now, are we done here?

Persephone shrugs.

Persephone: Um, I believe so dude. Adios.

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Booty: Blah blah blah blah blah.

They twirl around before sitting back down.

Booty: Tell me my little dumpling, do you actually have anything of interest to say?

A cock of their head is given in curiosity.

Booty: Most of the Booty Satan's supposed failures you speak of were months and months ago, a lot can change in that time. Why, enough time has passed since their last title shot for Ciara Winters to have gone through another 10 deadbeat boyfriends!  

They hop up and click their heels together.

Booty: Either way you slack jawed retarded yokel, you truly do not understand the depths to which the Booty Satan's campaign of evil has succeeded. Perhaps if you spent less time seducing drug addled retarded jailbait, and more time using that brain of yours you could understand. These instances you speak of still put spotlight on the Booty Satan, drawing attention to them and allowing them to cast in the masses with their evil funky thrall.

The evil one lets out a massive belch before continuing.

Booty: Then again you actually think your little undefeated track record means something. Big whoop, like nobody has started fast and faded out here before. Your biggest win was against someone who hadn't had a singles match in like, a year. Booty Satan is still on a roll in singles competition and don't you forget it bitch. This is the best Booty Satan yet, and you will get plowed over by this evil steamroller. Muahahaha!

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