Post by Beno/Maven on Mar 20, 2010 14:20:51 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a view of the packed arena. Screaming fans are seen and obviously heard. We look on as a camera cuts into the audience and who do we see in the front row? None other than Raw's own Intercontinental champion Hunter Hearst Helmsley! The the smell of pretzela and buttered pop corn are noticably strong. We go backstage where we see Shane Mcmahon talking to the officials. We go a bit farther into the corridors and we see the Straight Edge Society preparing for the Great American Bash. Finally we come to the lockeroom of Maven! We go inside... but it's empty. His bags are there but no Maven. The camera crew leaves the lockeroom and we see Billy Kidman motioning to the crew from what appears to be the boiler room? Not the usual scene for Maven but the crew follows and the door slams shut!
Nothing but silence and the darkness... Suddenly the light flashes on and Maven is sitting in a chair with a shopping cart of foreign objects. He's dressed in survivor steel toe boots a pair of old faded jeans and a thick black belt is wrapped around them. His wrists and hands are also taped up. Kidman stands to the side leaning on an aluminum baseball bat.
I know you're all wondering why I'm sitting here in the dark. Truth be told, this match could end anywhere and start anywhere. We could end up here in the boiler room or on a fans lap. Tomorrow night I not only fight for the Hardcore championship, but for all my fans who have stuck by me and believed that I could do it. I've bided my time and for the first time I'm truly appreciated. The Mcmahons did whatever they could to hold me back. I'm proving to the millions and millions of fans across the world that I am the greatest thing that's ever happened to Thy WWE. I know what Cody's thinking. He's thinking that he's going to take his father's alias and have the fans think of him as a god. You claim to be the new American Dream. Something you should never forget Rhodes. Dreams are meant to be broken. Which is exactly what's going to happen to you. You'll never be your father Cody. He was one of the greatest professional wrestlers that anyone has ever known. Hell even your brother Goldust is more accomplished than you. A former Hardcore, Tag team and Intercontinental champion. But you. You've been a tag team champion on numerous occasions with Ted DIbiase Jr. That's about it.
You think you can just walk onto MY brand and talk all that smack? I don't think so. I've worked too damn hard to let some punk like you ruin this for me. You know nothing about being in a Hardcore match. You didn't get you're facts right. Saying that the playing field will be leveled because I don't know anything about being hardcore? You really are a moron Rhodes. I'm a former three time WWE Hardcore champion. I defined the division when you were still in the early stages of the developemental facility known as Ohio Valley Wrestling. I've been in countless hardcore matches. Buckets of blood have spewed from my skull. The only thing that you've managed to do is piss me off. But let's go give the fans what they want Kidman.
Maven and Kidman push the cart through the door and down the corridor as the crew follows. We go black for a moment but come out to the ring as Maven and Kidman come from behind the curtain. Memory blares as they walk to the ring cockily.
Kidman slides into the ring as Maven awaits and starts chucking the objects into the ring. We see a bag of thumbtacks, a kendo stick, a stop sign even a kitchen sink. Maven walks to the commentary table and pushes the bell ringer over.
He grabs the chair and bell and walks up the stairs. He drops the chair and bell in the ring and steps through the ropes. maven whispers something to Kidman and he rushes off backstage, dropping the bat at Maven's feet. He grabs the microphone and begins is rant.
You see Rhodes? These are just some of the many weapons I can use to decimate your body. You should feel honored to even be a part of this match. I have no clue on how the hell you convinced Shane to let you replace Edge. Perhaps you did a little "pole polishing"
The fans erupt with laughter as Maven smirks.
Either way Rhodes, your night isn't going to be a pleasant one. When stepping into a Hardcore match, you never leave the same. You're body will be broken, your confidence destroyed and be scarred eternally. I will spill your blood all over the arena, on the canvas, on the coffee table even on your convertable!
You're overconfident Rhodes. You are roght about one thing though. I haven't studied your moves. I did study Edges. And considering Edge is a far superior athlete than you, I shouldn't have anything to worry about should I? I could stand around all day and all night talking all sorts of shit that the arena would have to be evacuated and cleaned for months. Instead I thought I'd take the high road and just tell everyone how superior I am compared to the likes of you. Take a look at me Rhodes. Take a look at my muscular body. Even the god Adonis himself is envious! I've never been in better shape than I am right now. I've worked my ass off to get where I am today. And tomorrow night... I will be the NEW THY WWE HARDCORE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!
Get ready for the nightmare Rhodes.
Memory hits as Maven rolls out of the ring and exits through the crowd.
Nothing but silence and the darkness... Suddenly the light flashes on and Maven is sitting in a chair with a shopping cart of foreign objects. He's dressed in survivor steel toe boots a pair of old faded jeans and a thick black belt is wrapped around them. His wrists and hands are also taped up. Kidman stands to the side leaning on an aluminum baseball bat.
I know you're all wondering why I'm sitting here in the dark. Truth be told, this match could end anywhere and start anywhere. We could end up here in the boiler room or on a fans lap. Tomorrow night I not only fight for the Hardcore championship, but for all my fans who have stuck by me and believed that I could do it. I've bided my time and for the first time I'm truly appreciated. The Mcmahons did whatever they could to hold me back. I'm proving to the millions and millions of fans across the world that I am the greatest thing that's ever happened to Thy WWE. I know what Cody's thinking. He's thinking that he's going to take his father's alias and have the fans think of him as a god. You claim to be the new American Dream. Something you should never forget Rhodes. Dreams are meant to be broken. Which is exactly what's going to happen to you. You'll never be your father Cody. He was one of the greatest professional wrestlers that anyone has ever known. Hell even your brother Goldust is more accomplished than you. A former Hardcore, Tag team and Intercontinental champion. But you. You've been a tag team champion on numerous occasions with Ted DIbiase Jr. That's about it.
You think you can just walk onto MY brand and talk all that smack? I don't think so. I've worked too damn hard to let some punk like you ruin this for me. You know nothing about being in a Hardcore match. You didn't get you're facts right. Saying that the playing field will be leveled because I don't know anything about being hardcore? You really are a moron Rhodes. I'm a former three time WWE Hardcore champion. I defined the division when you were still in the early stages of the developemental facility known as Ohio Valley Wrestling. I've been in countless hardcore matches. Buckets of blood have spewed from my skull. The only thing that you've managed to do is piss me off. But let's go give the fans what they want Kidman.
Maven and Kidman push the cart through the door and down the corridor as the crew follows. We go black for a moment but come out to the ring as Maven and Kidman come from behind the curtain. Memory blares as they walk to the ring cockily.
Kidman slides into the ring as Maven awaits and starts chucking the objects into the ring. We see a bag of thumbtacks, a kendo stick, a stop sign even a kitchen sink. Maven walks to the commentary table and pushes the bell ringer over.
He grabs the chair and bell and walks up the stairs. He drops the chair and bell in the ring and steps through the ropes. maven whispers something to Kidman and he rushes off backstage, dropping the bat at Maven's feet. He grabs the microphone and begins is rant.
You see Rhodes? These are just some of the many weapons I can use to decimate your body. You should feel honored to even be a part of this match. I have no clue on how the hell you convinced Shane to let you replace Edge. Perhaps you did a little "pole polishing"
The fans erupt with laughter as Maven smirks.
Either way Rhodes, your night isn't going to be a pleasant one. When stepping into a Hardcore match, you never leave the same. You're body will be broken, your confidence destroyed and be scarred eternally. I will spill your blood all over the arena, on the canvas, on the coffee table even on your convertable!
You're overconfident Rhodes. You are roght about one thing though. I haven't studied your moves. I did study Edges. And considering Edge is a far superior athlete than you, I shouldn't have anything to worry about should I? I could stand around all day and all night talking all sorts of shit that the arena would have to be evacuated and cleaned for months. Instead I thought I'd take the high road and just tell everyone how superior I am compared to the likes of you. Take a look at me Rhodes. Take a look at my muscular body. Even the god Adonis himself is envious! I've never been in better shape than I am right now. I've worked my ass off to get where I am today. And tomorrow night... I will be the NEW THY WWE HARDCORE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!
Get ready for the nightmare Rhodes.
Memory hits as Maven rolls out of the ring and exits through the crowd.
