Post by hunter on Jul 14, 2005 4:05:52 GMT -5
A number. A single number institutes so many things in life. For example. 666. This is a number that is known with satan. With hell. But, you know what?? There is a number that goes along with Sean Hunter. The number...1. I mean since entering this company he has ruled over this company. He has done nothing, but win and that is what he does. Win. He wins and proves to be the ABSOLUTE best. Can anyone else say that?? I think not. And, of course he only has two wins. But, even god had to start somewhere didn't he?? Well, let's join the motherfuckin' greatest himself...
~~The shot opens up in a small cafe and Sean is seen taking a sip from his drink as he is chewing on a piece of steak. It is quite a hefty steak and the taste running through his mouth is almost...orgasmic. Looking up he rolls his neck and you can hear the crackling from his body and a look of relief is seen coming from Sean. Looking down at his food with the fork still propped in his hand he slightly licks his lips. With his eyes narrowly focused in on the steak below him he doesn't really say much. He just sits there soon a figure sits across from him. Sean doesn't look up and we don't know who the figure is. It is hard to tell who it is, but their presence is obvious. Soon, he raised his eyes looking into the eyes of the man who sat before him and it was...Icemann. The owner of PCW sat before Sean, but why?? Sean just stared at him for a moment before finally saying something to him.~~
Sean Hunter:
A little late are we??
"The Icemann" Luis Malave:
Does it matter? I'm here.
~~Sean chuckled slightly listening to Icemann. I mean who did he think he was?? Did he believe he could just show up at any given moment?? Well, he was wrong. He was the man who called for this meeting and now he wants to show up "fashionably late??" Well, Sean just stared at him for a moment.~~
Sean Hunter:
Yeah. It does matter. I do not need to be sitting here waiting for people like YOU. You called this meeting so what in the hell do you want??
~~Luis himself gives a slight chuckle and then looks at Sean.~~
"The Icemann":
Seany, Seany, Seany. One thing you're going to have to learn around here is, I do what I want, when I want to do it. As I've told people for many a years...my word is law, and I have spoken. Which does bring me to the topic of why I've asked you here. As you've noticed, you're booked in the North American Championship Gauntlet Match at Return to Glory. How confident are you in your wrestling abilities to walk out the Champion?
~~Sean then falls off the seat looking up at Icemann and he is still getting quite the laugh from what he just said. Taking his seat back he just chuckles listening to Icemann.~~
Sean Hunter:
How confident am I?? You got me in a match with a Maverick Stone, Loki, Slash, Havik, and Chrissy Johnson. How the fuck do you think I should feel??
~~Icemann looks oddly at him for a moment...~~
Sean Hunter:
DAMN GOOD!! I mean where's the competition. Give me a shot at Landon! We all know I am his ONLY competition. Oh wait I forgot...I have to earn my stripes...
~~Sean just rolls his eyes. "The Icemann", looking slightly annoyed, runs his fingers through his jet black hair. The nerve of Hunter. Here he was, in the presence of greatness, and yet, had no clue on the proper way to act when meating someone of his stature.~~
"The Icemann":
You're wrong. Only thing you got to do to get a World Title Shot is be on my good side. But, the fans seem to like you, and I have no idea why. You're only a cheap rip-off of me. The difference is, I didn't give a shit what they thought.
Sean Hunter:
You know that's almost funny. I mean you talk as if you were good. As if you stood a chance in the ring against someone like...ME. You see I bet you thought you were a god. Thinking you were the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I am no mere god. I am a titan. I am the one who casts a shadow over individuals like you. And, another major difference between the two of us is I Iook good doing it. Yeah, you had your day in the spotlight and now you seem to want it again. To get a shot at the title I have to be on your good side?? I DON'T NEED YOU!!
~~Icemann was taken back by this looking at Hunter in an odd fashion. I mean what kind of man disrespected the one man who held all of his hopes and dreams in the palm of his hand?? Hunter was a fuckin' fruitcake is what he was.~~
Sean Hunter:
I haven't needed a goddamn soul since I entered this industry 7 years ago. I've done it all with NO ONE to help me. They all hate me...and seeing by the look in your eye you already do, but who cares...right?? I don't. Like you I do what I want...when I want...how I want. But, you see I will go to limits you will NOT. When you say those words it is a false sense of reality I, on the other hand will. I will fuck with ANYONE to get what I want. I will come after you if it is at all necessary. Now, I'm not saying I will. But, you just keep that in mind Luis. I'm not like Landon or any other of these whiney little pricks. I take a company by it's chest hair and tear everything apart until I get what I want.
~~Luis laughs and shakes his head after hearing what Hunt just had to say. Quite frankly, Hunt is by far one of the most arrogant bastards Luis have ever seen. And Luis was intrigued by it.~~
"The Icemann":
Only if you weren't such a clown, I'd might have taken you serious. But I don't. And you must have been living in a box, on the side of the street, chilling with some hobos, collecting cans and tea bags if you don't fully understand and recognize greatness when you see it. Heh. You talked about I'm thinking I'm a God and you being a Titan and blah blah blah. But, if memory serves me right, the Gods like, beat the shit out of the Titans. And no, I'm not saying I'll beat the shit out of you. But, you just keep that in mind Hunt.
~~Luis agains runs his fingers through his hair and speaks.~~
"The Icemann":
You amuse me kid. You amuse me with your jealousy.
Sean Hunter:
Jealousy?? Motherfucker the only thing I am jealous of is my reflection. Damn him for being as beautiful as me. DAMN HIM!
~~Sean then gets a laugh at this, but soon stops.~~
Sean Hunter:
Your empty and pointless threats do nothing for me...not a goddamn thing. Listen Icey...I did not come into this company to be challenging for some second rate championship with a stupid little bitch like Chrissy being my biggest threat. I CAME TO WIN THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! I own fucking people like Landon. I make a career out of making a joke out of them. But, I guess I have to make a joke out of this "competition" you have put before me. But, you remember this. I have a contract and I have certain stipulations in it that guarantee certain shots and we both know what happens if I feel I am being dealt with unfairly. So, that's brings us to my future in PCW. You fuck with it and I fuck you up. Come on...what do you have to say?? I'm sure it will be "cool" and "stylish."
~~Threats. Luis have heard them so many times throughout career in this business that they barely seem to phase him now. Here's a man, Sean Hunter, a man about 15 years younger and who had unlimited potential, threatning the former 50 time Champ. When you've been as successful as Luis has, there are always people out there willing and wanting to try and knock you down a notch. You just have to keep face and move on.~~
"The Icemann":
Sean...your threats fall on idle ears. If you really want to make an impact, prove your worth at Return to Glory. You win the North American Championship, and I will take notice. I've gotten you into this company because I recognize your potential. But that's all it is. Potential. Make something of this opportunity. Make me believe the money I am paying you is worth it.
Sean Hunter:
Here we go again.
~~Sean then slams his hand on the table and then leans forward slightly, but not in a threatening way. Just so Icemann can hear him without any doubt.~~
Sean Hunter:
Prove my worth?? Potential?? Listen jackass I have more potential in my fuckin' toe then the competitors you put me in the ring with! It's fucking ridiculous as to how you believe that I should be in a meaningless match like this. You know what?? Fuck it. Maybe I won't show?? Maybe that'll send a message to your sorry ass??
~~Luis sees that Sean is all but serious in his words, which causes Luis to became just that more serious in his.~~
"The Icemann":
Sean, who the fuck do you think you are?! You'll definitely be walking into Return to Glory, the number one entrant in the Gauntlet Match mind you, and if you don't...well...it'd be likely you'll never work in the wrestling business again. I know people. LOTS of people. Unprofessional acts like that has no business going on. So test me. I'll sue your ass so fast you'll...
~~Luis pauses and shakes his head.~~
"The Icemann":
...You know what? It's not even worth it. You have a shot to be the North American Champion and you're not even satisfied with that. So, here's the deal...you win the title, you'll go onto bigger and better things. You lose this shot, and, heh, you'll be dabbling in the lower portion of the show for who knows how long.
~~Sean just raises an eyebrow at him. Looking upon him he couldn't believe what he had to say to "The Hunt Cake."~~
Sean Hunter:
Lose??
~~Sean then lets out a slight laugh.~~
Sean Hunter:
I don't lose. Not to cock ends like you are putting me into the ring with. If I show...I show. If I don't?? You'll have one more spot on the roster. You'll find out soon enough...
~~Icemann is completely disgusted by what Sean has said. He stands up not saying a word to him and just makes his way past Sean just walking off. And, Sean stood there smiling knowing that he got the best of the Icemann and not many could do that. Sean sat there taking another bite from his steak as he sat there and the scene soon faded with Sean chewing his steak...~~
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"You know it's funny. I mean number one. That's what I am. The goddamn best. No one can beat me. No one has and now I stand before you contemplating if I even want to participate. If I feel that worthless talent like I have been put into the ring with is even worth my appearance. I mean look at who we have here."
"Loki."
"Cunt."
"Havik."
"Cock end."
"Maverick Stone."
"Heh. Straight up dumbass."
"Slash."
"Twat."
"Chrissty Johsnon."
"Just another bitch."
"You want me to say more about them?? GIVE ME A FUCKING REASON!!"
"This is a group of worthless talent it is FAR beyond me why I agreed to be in this match, but I like the challenge. I mean I get to beat the hell out of five worthless pieces of 'talent.' One by one...two by two...bring 'em all at me. We all know I am the man everyone loves to hate. HATE ME!! You know what?? I am the ONLY peson that matters. I have the fans behind me unlike you worthless fucks. If I choose to show up remember one thing. I don't lose. I haven't to this point and I won't start. Show me you deserve my presence because if you do I will give you a helluva more than ANY of you can handle. Listen to the words I speak to you for they are only the truth. Nothing more. I pray for your souls if I attend for you shall become a rememberance only in the distant darkness..."
~~The shot opens up in a small cafe and Sean is seen taking a sip from his drink as he is chewing on a piece of steak. It is quite a hefty steak and the taste running through his mouth is almost...orgasmic. Looking up he rolls his neck and you can hear the crackling from his body and a look of relief is seen coming from Sean. Looking down at his food with the fork still propped in his hand he slightly licks his lips. With his eyes narrowly focused in on the steak below him he doesn't really say much. He just sits there soon a figure sits across from him. Sean doesn't look up and we don't know who the figure is. It is hard to tell who it is, but their presence is obvious. Soon, he raised his eyes looking into the eyes of the man who sat before him and it was...Icemann. The owner of PCW sat before Sean, but why?? Sean just stared at him for a moment before finally saying something to him.~~
Sean Hunter:
A little late are we??
"The Icemann" Luis Malave:
Does it matter? I'm here.
~~Sean chuckled slightly listening to Icemann. I mean who did he think he was?? Did he believe he could just show up at any given moment?? Well, he was wrong. He was the man who called for this meeting and now he wants to show up "fashionably late??" Well, Sean just stared at him for a moment.~~
Sean Hunter:
Yeah. It does matter. I do not need to be sitting here waiting for people like YOU. You called this meeting so what in the hell do you want??
~~Luis himself gives a slight chuckle and then looks at Sean.~~
"The Icemann":
Seany, Seany, Seany. One thing you're going to have to learn around here is, I do what I want, when I want to do it. As I've told people for many a years...my word is law, and I have spoken. Which does bring me to the topic of why I've asked you here. As you've noticed, you're booked in the North American Championship Gauntlet Match at Return to Glory. How confident are you in your wrestling abilities to walk out the Champion?
~~Sean then falls off the seat looking up at Icemann and he is still getting quite the laugh from what he just said. Taking his seat back he just chuckles listening to Icemann.~~
Sean Hunter:
How confident am I?? You got me in a match with a Maverick Stone, Loki, Slash, Havik, and Chrissy Johnson. How the fuck do you think I should feel??
~~Icemann looks oddly at him for a moment...~~
Sean Hunter:
DAMN GOOD!! I mean where's the competition. Give me a shot at Landon! We all know I am his ONLY competition. Oh wait I forgot...I have to earn my stripes...
~~Sean just rolls his eyes. "The Icemann", looking slightly annoyed, runs his fingers through his jet black hair. The nerve of Hunter. Here he was, in the presence of greatness, and yet, had no clue on the proper way to act when meating someone of his stature.~~
"The Icemann":
You're wrong. Only thing you got to do to get a World Title Shot is be on my good side. But, the fans seem to like you, and I have no idea why. You're only a cheap rip-off of me. The difference is, I didn't give a shit what they thought.
Sean Hunter:
You know that's almost funny. I mean you talk as if you were good. As if you stood a chance in the ring against someone like...ME. You see I bet you thought you were a god. Thinking you were the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I am no mere god. I am a titan. I am the one who casts a shadow over individuals like you. And, another major difference between the two of us is I Iook good doing it. Yeah, you had your day in the spotlight and now you seem to want it again. To get a shot at the title I have to be on your good side?? I DON'T NEED YOU!!
~~Icemann was taken back by this looking at Hunter in an odd fashion. I mean what kind of man disrespected the one man who held all of his hopes and dreams in the palm of his hand?? Hunter was a fuckin' fruitcake is what he was.~~
Sean Hunter:
I haven't needed a goddamn soul since I entered this industry 7 years ago. I've done it all with NO ONE to help me. They all hate me...and seeing by the look in your eye you already do, but who cares...right?? I don't. Like you I do what I want...when I want...how I want. But, you see I will go to limits you will NOT. When you say those words it is a false sense of reality I, on the other hand will. I will fuck with ANYONE to get what I want. I will come after you if it is at all necessary. Now, I'm not saying I will. But, you just keep that in mind Luis. I'm not like Landon or any other of these whiney little pricks. I take a company by it's chest hair and tear everything apart until I get what I want.
~~Luis laughs and shakes his head after hearing what Hunt just had to say. Quite frankly, Hunt is by far one of the most arrogant bastards Luis have ever seen. And Luis was intrigued by it.~~
"The Icemann":
Only if you weren't such a clown, I'd might have taken you serious. But I don't. And you must have been living in a box, on the side of the street, chilling with some hobos, collecting cans and tea bags if you don't fully understand and recognize greatness when you see it. Heh. You talked about I'm thinking I'm a God and you being a Titan and blah blah blah. But, if memory serves me right, the Gods like, beat the shit out of the Titans. And no, I'm not saying I'll beat the shit out of you. But, you just keep that in mind Hunt.
~~Luis agains runs his fingers through his hair and speaks.~~
"The Icemann":
You amuse me kid. You amuse me with your jealousy.
Sean Hunter:
Jealousy?? Motherfucker the only thing I am jealous of is my reflection. Damn him for being as beautiful as me. DAMN HIM!
~~Sean then gets a laugh at this, but soon stops.~~
Sean Hunter:
Your empty and pointless threats do nothing for me...not a goddamn thing. Listen Icey...I did not come into this company to be challenging for some second rate championship with a stupid little bitch like Chrissy being my biggest threat. I CAME TO WIN THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! I own fucking people like Landon. I make a career out of making a joke out of them. But, I guess I have to make a joke out of this "competition" you have put before me. But, you remember this. I have a contract and I have certain stipulations in it that guarantee certain shots and we both know what happens if I feel I am being dealt with unfairly. So, that's brings us to my future in PCW. You fuck with it and I fuck you up. Come on...what do you have to say?? I'm sure it will be "cool" and "stylish."
~~Threats. Luis have heard them so many times throughout career in this business that they barely seem to phase him now. Here's a man, Sean Hunter, a man about 15 years younger and who had unlimited potential, threatning the former 50 time Champ. When you've been as successful as Luis has, there are always people out there willing and wanting to try and knock you down a notch. You just have to keep face and move on.~~
"The Icemann":
Sean...your threats fall on idle ears. If you really want to make an impact, prove your worth at Return to Glory. You win the North American Championship, and I will take notice. I've gotten you into this company because I recognize your potential. But that's all it is. Potential. Make something of this opportunity. Make me believe the money I am paying you is worth it.
Sean Hunter:
Here we go again.
~~Sean then slams his hand on the table and then leans forward slightly, but not in a threatening way. Just so Icemann can hear him without any doubt.~~
Sean Hunter:
Prove my worth?? Potential?? Listen jackass I have more potential in my fuckin' toe then the competitors you put me in the ring with! It's fucking ridiculous as to how you believe that I should be in a meaningless match like this. You know what?? Fuck it. Maybe I won't show?? Maybe that'll send a message to your sorry ass??
~~Luis sees that Sean is all but serious in his words, which causes Luis to became just that more serious in his.~~
"The Icemann":
Sean, who the fuck do you think you are?! You'll definitely be walking into Return to Glory, the number one entrant in the Gauntlet Match mind you, and if you don't...well...it'd be likely you'll never work in the wrestling business again. I know people. LOTS of people. Unprofessional acts like that has no business going on. So test me. I'll sue your ass so fast you'll...
~~Luis pauses and shakes his head.~~
"The Icemann":
...You know what? It's not even worth it. You have a shot to be the North American Champion and you're not even satisfied with that. So, here's the deal...you win the title, you'll go onto bigger and better things. You lose this shot, and, heh, you'll be dabbling in the lower portion of the show for who knows how long.
~~Sean just raises an eyebrow at him. Looking upon him he couldn't believe what he had to say to "The Hunt Cake."~~
Sean Hunter:
Lose??
~~Sean then lets out a slight laugh.~~
Sean Hunter:
I don't lose. Not to cock ends like you are putting me into the ring with. If I show...I show. If I don't?? You'll have one more spot on the roster. You'll find out soon enough...
~~Icemann is completely disgusted by what Sean has said. He stands up not saying a word to him and just makes his way past Sean just walking off. And, Sean stood there smiling knowing that he got the best of the Icemann and not many could do that. Sean sat there taking another bite from his steak as he sat there and the scene soon faded with Sean chewing his steak...~~
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"You know it's funny. I mean number one. That's what I am. The goddamn best. No one can beat me. No one has and now I stand before you contemplating if I even want to participate. If I feel that worthless talent like I have been put into the ring with is even worth my appearance. I mean look at who we have here."
"Loki."
"Cunt."
"Havik."
"Cock end."
"Maverick Stone."
"Heh. Straight up dumbass."
"Slash."
"Twat."
"Chrissty Johsnon."
"Just another bitch."
"You want me to say more about them?? GIVE ME A FUCKING REASON!!"
"This is a group of worthless talent it is FAR beyond me why I agreed to be in this match, but I like the challenge. I mean I get to beat the hell out of five worthless pieces of 'talent.' One by one...two by two...bring 'em all at me. We all know I am the man everyone loves to hate. HATE ME!! You know what?? I am the ONLY peson that matters. I have the fans behind me unlike you worthless fucks. If I choose to show up remember one thing. I don't lose. I haven't to this point and I won't start. Show me you deserve my presence because if you do I will give you a helluva more than ANY of you can handle. Listen to the words I speak to you for they are only the truth. Nothing more. I pray for your souls if I attend for you shall become a rememberance only in the distant darkness..."