Post by Magnus Gunner on Apr 10, 2012 12:41:48 GMT -4
The Rock Messiah will soon meet the man he intends to dethrone for the Eagle Division Championship. Though the terms are not the way he intended, he would settle for getting his hands on Jack Noble in tag team action, both ensuring him an opportunity to show the World Champion that he was gunning for him, as well exact retribution, and get revenge for a loss against Aiden Andrews. The man will the skyrocketed ego is seen in his lockeroom, shades concealing his eyes, biceps flexing and fists clenched as he remains seated and entranced in deep thought. What could the "Rock Messiah" be pondering about? Its simple, Jack Noble is holding a championship that doesn't belong to him, and holding a position for which he isn't worthy of; the top of the mountain, the apex of the ladder overseeing the rest of the competition. Much like the rest of the roster Gunner would like nothing more than to wake Noble from his Funyun munching dreamworld and cause him to suffer major setbacks and losses of everything he holds dear. And his most cherished, prized possession, the championship he flaunts around his waist. But the difference between Magnus and the others, he contained the talent, and the drive necessary to deliver Noble to oblivion. As he sits there in silence, Lizzie Morna enters the room, microphone in hand, smile on her face. In case he didn't hear the door close behind her, the smell of the elegant perfume she's sporting is enough to wake Gunner back to reality.
Lizzie: "Magnus you're scheduled to team with Adam Jones against High and Mighty in the Main Event. Any thoughts?"
Gunner eyes down Lizzie's dress, slightly making her uncomfortable, before stroking his pornstar mustache. His shades are slowly removed, looking Morna in her eyes that shine brighter than diamonds. He chuckles to himself, but doesn't reveal the inside joke to the long time EVPw staff member.
Gunner: "Jack Noble doesn't impress me. Nobody impresses me, but he is by far the least impressive. His devil-may-care, fun loving attitude, that facade, I see straight through it - through him. He knows he shouldn't be Eagle Division Champion. But I won't say he got lucky. We create our own luck Lizzie. No, Noble was at the right place at the right time, after everything that needed to go wrong for everyone else, and right for him, transpired. One and a million odds, and he succeeded. But his storybook run is heading to its conclusion, and I plan to be the man to close the book. "
"No shortage of confidence as usual. Answer this for the fans, why should Noble be looking over his shoulder?"
Gunner shakes his head in frustration, almost as if to deem the question preposterous. As Lizzie awaits his response Gunner leans over, grabbing his water bottle and a container of pills. He pops a few and slowly washes them down, exhaling in satisfaction upon finishing. Afterward he strokes his chin in a very sardonic fashion, feigning contemplation. Though visibly irritated, Morna continues to conduct herself like a professional.
"Why shouldn't he be? He knows he's on borrowed time. He knows the hour glass is running out of sand. Time is ticking on his tenure at the top Lizzie. When humpty dumpty falls, the floor will be there to catch him, but when he shatters into a million pieces, I'll be the one holding the Eagle Division Championship, and these noodle-headed fans will be there mourning over his remains. His reign is like his beloved bag of Funyuns, and he's running out. My advice to you Noble, eat all the crumbs and lick the entire bag, because when that bag is empty, there will be nothing left. Milk it all, every last bit of it, because reality is coming, and when it arrives, its going to hit you hard. The walls are beginning to close on you. Your high flying, daredevil charade is coming to an end. I'm gong to expose you. Show these people the real Jack Noble. A man not worthy to hold any titles, a man not worthy of the top, a man that will fall before Magnus Gunner."
"And what makes you think you've done enough to be considered Number One Contender?"
Because my accomplishments speak for themselves, and they count for everything. I'm above this EVPW Communism, where lowly silver-bullets masquerading as professional wrestlers are given handouts without earning them. These so called champions like Matt Violence, High and Mighty, whether they own rabits foots or have caught leprechauns, one things for certain, they were fortunate to capture the gold, and are currently lucky to still be champions. Matt Violence had an entire career built on jobbing to everyone on the EVPW roster, and now he's one of the faces of this company. Jack Noble, Aiden Andrews, they're swimming on clouds, and getting high but haven't really earned their namesake. They haven't beaten the best. Call me old fashioned, but the way I remember it, champions only got respect when they beat top tier competition. At Prelude to Madness, the Eagle Division Championship was determined in a match between two, at best, above average competitors. That sickens me. Why? Because I'm the best. I'm the last Ace. Kingbear, Strife, Oliveira, Hardkore, they built this company, and when they left, they passed the torch to me, and me only. I'm the torch bearer Lizzie, this is my time. Jack Noble and the rest of these rejects have jumped to the top of the pecking order, and for that indiscretion, they'll pay for it with their careers.
"We're running out of time Gunner, any last thoughts."
"No, I don't have any last thoughts, just promises destined to be fulfilled. Regardless of what happens tonight Lizzie, regardless of what happens in the coming weeks, I'm coming for Jack Noble. I will be the Number One Contender, whether these airheads dawning pinstripe suits and ties handpick me, or not. If they don't I'll just hijack this ship we're all aboard, and drive it off their desired course until they give in. Give in to what is right, and adhere to the truth. The time for asking who Magnus Gunner is, and wondering what he'll do next is over. I'm letting it be known explicitly. I am Magnus Gunner, and I will shatter Jack Noble's records, and make him truly Shagadelic..."
"And this time, everyone will see it coming."
Gunner throws his shades back on, and takes another sip of his water bottle, before heading out. The self-nominated top contender is oozing with self-confidence. It will either be his downfall, or the thing that carries him to the very top. Jack Noble is what stands in his way. Noble is the fence, Gunner is the immigrant, trying to climb over and touch down on the green fields of prominence and superstardom. And he won't stop until he gets there. Tonight will be a precursor of things to come, a glimpse of the man Gunner is, and what mettle he is truly made of.
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Lizzie: "Magnus you're scheduled to team with Adam Jones against High and Mighty in the Main Event. Any thoughts?"
Gunner eyes down Lizzie's dress, slightly making her uncomfortable, before stroking his pornstar mustache. His shades are slowly removed, looking Morna in her eyes that shine brighter than diamonds. He chuckles to himself, but doesn't reveal the inside joke to the long time EVPw staff member.
Gunner: "Jack Noble doesn't impress me. Nobody impresses me, but he is by far the least impressive. His devil-may-care, fun loving attitude, that facade, I see straight through it - through him. He knows he shouldn't be Eagle Division Champion. But I won't say he got lucky. We create our own luck Lizzie. No, Noble was at the right place at the right time, after everything that needed to go wrong for everyone else, and right for him, transpired. One and a million odds, and he succeeded. But his storybook run is heading to its conclusion, and I plan to be the man to close the book. "
"No shortage of confidence as usual. Answer this for the fans, why should Noble be looking over his shoulder?"
Gunner shakes his head in frustration, almost as if to deem the question preposterous. As Lizzie awaits his response Gunner leans over, grabbing his water bottle and a container of pills. He pops a few and slowly washes them down, exhaling in satisfaction upon finishing. Afterward he strokes his chin in a very sardonic fashion, feigning contemplation. Though visibly irritated, Morna continues to conduct herself like a professional.
"Why shouldn't he be? He knows he's on borrowed time. He knows the hour glass is running out of sand. Time is ticking on his tenure at the top Lizzie. When humpty dumpty falls, the floor will be there to catch him, but when he shatters into a million pieces, I'll be the one holding the Eagle Division Championship, and these noodle-headed fans will be there mourning over his remains. His reign is like his beloved bag of Funyuns, and he's running out. My advice to you Noble, eat all the crumbs and lick the entire bag, because when that bag is empty, there will be nothing left. Milk it all, every last bit of it, because reality is coming, and when it arrives, its going to hit you hard. The walls are beginning to close on you. Your high flying, daredevil charade is coming to an end. I'm gong to expose you. Show these people the real Jack Noble. A man not worthy to hold any titles, a man not worthy of the top, a man that will fall before Magnus Gunner."
"And what makes you think you've done enough to be considered Number One Contender?"
Because my accomplishments speak for themselves, and they count for everything. I'm above this EVPW Communism, where lowly silver-bullets masquerading as professional wrestlers are given handouts without earning them. These so called champions like Matt Violence, High and Mighty, whether they own rabits foots or have caught leprechauns, one things for certain, they were fortunate to capture the gold, and are currently lucky to still be champions. Matt Violence had an entire career built on jobbing to everyone on the EVPW roster, and now he's one of the faces of this company. Jack Noble, Aiden Andrews, they're swimming on clouds, and getting high but haven't really earned their namesake. They haven't beaten the best. Call me old fashioned, but the way I remember it, champions only got respect when they beat top tier competition. At Prelude to Madness, the Eagle Division Championship was determined in a match between two, at best, above average competitors. That sickens me. Why? Because I'm the best. I'm the last Ace. Kingbear, Strife, Oliveira, Hardkore, they built this company, and when they left, they passed the torch to me, and me only. I'm the torch bearer Lizzie, this is my time. Jack Noble and the rest of these rejects have jumped to the top of the pecking order, and for that indiscretion, they'll pay for it with their careers.
"We're running out of time Gunner, any last thoughts."
"No, I don't have any last thoughts, just promises destined to be fulfilled. Regardless of what happens tonight Lizzie, regardless of what happens in the coming weeks, I'm coming for Jack Noble. I will be the Number One Contender, whether these airheads dawning pinstripe suits and ties handpick me, or not. If they don't I'll just hijack this ship we're all aboard, and drive it off their desired course until they give in. Give in to what is right, and adhere to the truth. The time for asking who Magnus Gunner is, and wondering what he'll do next is over. I'm letting it be known explicitly. I am Magnus Gunner, and I will shatter Jack Noble's records, and make him truly Shagadelic..."
"And this time, everyone will see it coming."
Gunner throws his shades back on, and takes another sip of his water bottle, before heading out. The self-nominated top contender is oozing with self-confidence. It will either be his downfall, or the thing that carries him to the very top. Jack Noble is what stands in his way. Noble is the fence, Gunner is the immigrant, trying to climb over and touch down on the green fields of prominence and superstardom. And he won't stop until he gets there. Tonight will be a precursor of things to come, a glimpse of the man Gunner is, and what mettle he is truly made of.
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