Post by MattOliveira on Mar 16, 2009 12:42:54 GMT -4
The cameras stand unmoved as those in attendance in the EVPW Gymnasium buzz with chatter as the ring caretakers tend to the remnants strewn through the squared circle and the area around it of the Hardcore Krylon-McClure match, preparing the canvas for the second-to-last contest of the night.
JP: "Those watching on EVPW Home Video are in for a treat tonight! This week on Wednesday Night Genesis will see the first-ever meeting of "The Hardcore Genius" Matthew Oliveira and our STILL reigning Imperial Champion, Nicholas Carson."
Ray: *sigh* "I can't believe it. I can't believe he's STILL the poster-FREAK for this company. If it wasn't for Carson's little...what? What was it called?"
"The Immoral Merge."
*highlights spanning from Nick's match, all the way to Carson interrupting the Abaddon's Pit via ButcherTron begin to ambush the screen as generic rock music plays.*
"...that damn amalgamation. They nearly killed Linette!"
"THEN he went onto not ONLY cost co-owner King Bear the main event, but nearly his life AND his the health of his wife, Sang."
"Once the night was over, Carson had left a path of destruction in his wake...and to show for it, his EVPW Imperial Title."
The clips end, returning to the Gymnasium as Lizzie Morna stands in a now-cleared ring, her almond-blonde hair shining from the overhead lights with a smile on her face as she raises the microphone to her lips. The bell chimes twice to gather the audience's attention, and following suit the buzzing of chatter hushes as onlookers gaze to the twenty-by-twenty foot battlefield.
Lizzie: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be a regulation singles match!"
Her words reverberate through the small-enough-to-be-cozy arena, the announcement of the upstarting spectacle leaving fans to find a comfortable position in their seats as they prepare to witness another menagerie of violent affairs to occur. A New-York moment passes and a peculiar song begins to play through the speaker system, unheard of by EVPW ears:
The wailing guitar of Mad Season, played by 90's Grunge-Icon Layne Staley sounds. The hammering of drums and distant plucking of bass making it's rounds through the Gymnasium as motion is detected to the far-right of the arena -the fire exit. The shuffling of feet and averting of eyes move about the open door as "I Don't Know Anything" continues to play midst slight confusion. It is only until a figure takes his perch upon a fan's seat that Oliveira rises above the pooling of wrestling followers. He grins proudly as a few hands raise with pointed fingers or devil-horns around him as his scraggly and unkempt figure is recognized. With great admiration, Matt raises his arms and stretches them out to his sides in a Crucifix, a notable cheer sounding from the audience as he poses.
"Introducing first, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and five-eight pounds, he is "The Hardcore Genius" MATTHEW OLIVEIRA!"
The Genius remains aloft the chair as he is then slightly pushed and shoved by the circling fans, for once a smile on his face not from arrogance, but of thankful greeting. He descends from his pinnacle and returns through his crowd-navigational skills as he attempts to find the nearest guardrail, constituents patting him on his shirt-covered chest, shoulders, and back as he struggles with the fans.
JP: "I'm surprised Matt'll be able to finish his entrance, let alone to be here tonight. For Oliveira, he was one of ALL FOUR men to fall from Abaddon's Pit a fortnight ago. Out of them, he was one of three to fall to his elimination."
Ray: "That was something impressive, Jimmy. HEY! Can we get Purest back to do commentary with us? I just loved his mutton chops..."
"As I was saying...the next match will feature two men, one that had a night of epic proportions, and one that had a pay-per-view he'd feel better off forgetting -that is if Matt didn't knock that from his memory when it came to an end. It'll be interesting to see The Genius as the underdog tonight, not only as a title-less competitor, but one who will be competing in his FIRST SINGLES MATCH of his CAREER! That's right, two of the most violent athletes in this company will be forced to actually play by the rules!"
"Like that'll happen."
The Cut-throat Canadian wedges his way through the final few rows of fans and he meets his sought-after guardrailing. With a combat boot planted on another onlooker's chair, he scales over the railing and to the ringside area, his feet dropping onto the inch-thick gym mats that provide dismal padding for a wrestler to crash himself onto. Sporting dark blue denim shorts, a plaid shirt tied around his waist, and a custom Joshtria.com t-shirt ( img365.imageshack.us/my.php?image=joshtriashirt.jpg ), he clambers into the ring by kneeing up onto the apron and rolling into the squared circle. Oliveira pivots on his left knee -guarded by the usual kneepads- and he takes a slunk into the corner with his head against the second turnbuckle. His water-wet hair dangles over his forehead that miraculously remained uncut from the previous pay-per-view and the supported grin now fading away as his goatee becomes unwrinkled by his features.
Matt's new-found tune begins to fade away as Lizzie stands in the middle of the squared circle for a second time. There, in the far corner contains a seated Genius, focused and derived of emotion, remaining undaunted with his Pokerface of abusive tendencies. The referee approaches him in the corner and squats down to de-brief him for the match, Oliveira's face squirming as he is forced to reach into his right boot to declare anything deemed illegal for the contest. As he retracts his hand from his footwear, he regretfully submits an Exacto-knife. The official tucks it into his pocket and begins to rise, but notices a cheeky little grin on Matt's face, causing him to continue hounding the Genius. Oliveira swears under his breath and reaches into his jean pocket, removing a fork, and once again hands it to the referee. The striped authority nods in thanks for The Genius's co-operation and returns to a stand, walking over the the adjacent corner and hands the pair of forgien objects to the timekeeper.
TBCB Imperial Champion, Nicholas Carson
JP: "Those watching on EVPW Home Video are in for a treat tonight! This week on Wednesday Night Genesis will see the first-ever meeting of "The Hardcore Genius" Matthew Oliveira and our STILL reigning Imperial Champion, Nicholas Carson."
Ray: *sigh* "I can't believe it. I can't believe he's STILL the poster-FREAK for this company. If it wasn't for Carson's little...what? What was it called?"
"The Immoral Merge."
*highlights spanning from Nick's match, all the way to Carson interrupting the Abaddon's Pit via ButcherTron begin to ambush the screen as generic rock music plays.*
"...that damn amalgamation. They nearly killed Linette!"
"THEN he went onto not ONLY cost co-owner King Bear the main event, but nearly his life AND his the health of his wife, Sang."
"Once the night was over, Carson had left a path of destruction in his wake...and to show for it, his EVPW Imperial Title."
The clips end, returning to the Gymnasium as Lizzie Morna stands in a now-cleared ring, her almond-blonde hair shining from the overhead lights with a smile on her face as she raises the microphone to her lips. The bell chimes twice to gather the audience's attention, and following suit the buzzing of chatter hushes as onlookers gaze to the twenty-by-twenty foot battlefield.
Lizzie: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be a regulation singles match!"
Her words reverberate through the small-enough-to-be-cozy arena, the announcement of the upstarting spectacle leaving fans to find a comfortable position in their seats as they prepare to witness another menagerie of violent affairs to occur. A New-York moment passes and a peculiar song begins to play through the speaker system, unheard of by EVPW ears:
The wailing guitar of Mad Season, played by 90's Grunge-Icon Layne Staley sounds. The hammering of drums and distant plucking of bass making it's rounds through the Gymnasium as motion is detected to the far-right of the arena -the fire exit. The shuffling of feet and averting of eyes move about the open door as "I Don't Know Anything" continues to play midst slight confusion. It is only until a figure takes his perch upon a fan's seat that Oliveira rises above the pooling of wrestling followers. He grins proudly as a few hands raise with pointed fingers or devil-horns around him as his scraggly and unkempt figure is recognized. With great admiration, Matt raises his arms and stretches them out to his sides in a Crucifix, a notable cheer sounding from the audience as he poses.
"Introducing first, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and five-eight pounds, he is "The Hardcore Genius" MATTHEW OLIVEIRA!"
The Genius remains aloft the chair as he is then slightly pushed and shoved by the circling fans, for once a smile on his face not from arrogance, but of thankful greeting. He descends from his pinnacle and returns through his crowd-navigational skills as he attempts to find the nearest guardrail, constituents patting him on his shirt-covered chest, shoulders, and back as he struggles with the fans.
"I don't know anything, I don't know anything,
I don't know anything, I don't know who I am-
I don't know anything, I don't know anything,
I don't know anything, I don't know who to be-
Why we have to live in so much pain ev-ry day? Oh yeah...
Why the fighting and the coming down -am I sane? I dunno...
Yeah.."
I don't know anything, I don't know who I am-
I don't know anything, I don't know anything,
I don't know anything, I don't know who to be-
Why we have to live in so much pain ev-ry day? Oh yeah...
Why the fighting and the coming down -am I sane? I dunno...
Yeah.."
JP: "I'm surprised Matt'll be able to finish his entrance, let alone to be here tonight. For Oliveira, he was one of ALL FOUR men to fall from Abaddon's Pit a fortnight ago. Out of them, he was one of three to fall to his elimination."
Ray: "That was something impressive, Jimmy. HEY! Can we get Purest back to do commentary with us? I just loved his mutton chops..."
"As I was saying...the next match will feature two men, one that had a night of epic proportions, and one that had a pay-per-view he'd feel better off forgetting -that is if Matt didn't knock that from his memory when it came to an end. It'll be interesting to see The Genius as the underdog tonight, not only as a title-less competitor, but one who will be competing in his FIRST SINGLES MATCH of his CAREER! That's right, two of the most violent athletes in this company will be forced to actually play by the rules!"
"Like that'll happen."
The Cut-throat Canadian wedges his way through the final few rows of fans and he meets his sought-after guardrailing. With a combat boot planted on another onlooker's chair, he scales over the railing and to the ringside area, his feet dropping onto the inch-thick gym mats that provide dismal padding for a wrestler to crash himself onto. Sporting dark blue denim shorts, a plaid shirt tied around his waist, and a custom Joshtria.com t-shirt ( img365.imageshack.us/my.php?image=joshtriashirt.jpg ), he clambers into the ring by kneeing up onto the apron and rolling into the squared circle. Oliveira pivots on his left knee -guarded by the usual kneepads- and he takes a slunk into the corner with his head against the second turnbuckle. His water-wet hair dangles over his forehead that miraculously remained uncut from the previous pay-per-view and the supported grin now fading away as his goatee becomes unwrinkled by his features.
"I don't know anything, I don't know anything,
I don't know anything, I don't know who to be,
I don't know anything, I don't know anything,
I don't know anything, I don't know who I am..
Why we have to live in so much hate ev-ry day? Oh yeah..
Why the fighting and the coming down, am I sane?
When the teacher put the ruler down on my hand...I laugh
Cross my heart and relive my reign...I love."
I don't know anything, I don't know who to be,
I don't know anything, I don't know anything,
I don't know anything, I don't know who I am..
Why we have to live in so much hate ev-ry day? Oh yeah..
Why the fighting and the coming down, am I sane?
When the teacher put the ruler down on my hand...I laugh
Cross my heart and relive my reign...I love."
Matt's new-found tune begins to fade away as Lizzie stands in the middle of the squared circle for a second time. There, in the far corner contains a seated Genius, focused and derived of emotion, remaining undaunted with his Pokerface of abusive tendencies. The referee approaches him in the corner and squats down to de-brief him for the match, Oliveira's face squirming as he is forced to reach into his right boot to declare anything deemed illegal for the contest. As he retracts his hand from his footwear, he regretfully submits an Exacto-knife. The official tucks it into his pocket and begins to rise, but notices a cheeky little grin on Matt's face, causing him to continue hounding the Genius. Oliveira swears under his breath and reaches into his jean pocket, removing a fork, and once again hands it to the referee. The striped authority nods in thanks for The Genius's co-operation and returns to a stand, walking over the the adjacent corner and hands the pair of forgien objects to the timekeeper.
TBCB Imperial Champion, Nicholas Carson
