Post by MasterEvil on Mar 10, 2011 16:55:39 GMT
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Scene One: The “Essence Of Excellence” Shall Become The Face Of The Real Wrestling League
Time: 11:13 AM 11th Friday February 2011
Standing by himself with is arms spread out and his eyes closed, in a somewhat isolated field, is Alberto Del Rio. Just last week the Mexican Millionaire and Dolph Ziggler defeated the team of AJ Styles and Mr Anderson…Ziggler has got rewarded a main event ladder match against Chris Jericho with the winner facing Matt Morgan at Ground Zero III for the RWL Prime Time Championship. Obviously Alberto would consider this as not fair but he was also rewarded with a special match. Before the main event the “Pyramid of Perfection” will battle Mr Anderson in a one-on-one match with the winner facing Samoa Joe at Ground Zero III for the World Heavyweight Championship. With this match being a matter of days away the one thing that the “Bravest of the Brave” needs the most is a calm mind. Yet this seems to be nearly impossible for the male with multiple things going off…the hatred between Vladimir Kozlov and Ricardo Rodriguez has gone beyond the personal edge. His family are in the mist of the crisis caused by the meltdown between Del Rio and his uncle Mil Mascaras. The royal paper shredder, that is used for the semi-discriminating complain letters, is broken. And the male as recently fired his twelfth maid, meaning that he’ll need to find a new one to hire. Compare to his problems the field looks perfectly peaceful. The grass of the field is as green as green could be. The size of it is approximately fifty feet by fifty feet. Twenty-four feet to the left of Alberto is a forest while twenty-four feet to his right looks like a golf course. Thirty feet to the front of the “Essence of Excellence” appears to be a few bushes with beautiful roses patterning in front of them. And nineteen feet behind the male is the back of his mansion…so it is clearly obviously that the self-proclaimed “Wrestling Royalty” owns this area. Speaking of Del Rio…the wealthy individual is wearing his black tuxedo with matching forma pants and shoes. Due to Mexico normally being sunny Alberto don’t need to worry about the possibility of a muddy patch in the field. Back at the mansion, standing emotionlessly next to French window, is Alberto’s personal bodyguard…the “Moscow Mauler” Vladimir Kozlov. The Russian is currently wearing a formal suit of his own, consisting of a dull grey colour. His face expressed no emotion while his limbs showed no sign of movement…not even a simple centimetre. Yet the male’s eyes were fully locked on his employer, not blinking for even a moment. Just then the French window opened and a woman exited the mansion, glaring in awe at the field. This woman process shoulder length blonde hair and light blue eye. She is currently wearing blue denim shorts, revealing her semi-tanned legs, with a light green vest that shows her semi-tanned shoulders and arms. Over her left shoulder is a big video camera…she is an unofficial Real Wrestling League camerawoman. The female spotted Alberto Del Rio and started to make her own quiet way onto the field, cautiously avoiding all forms of eye contact with Vladimir Kozlov. The camerawoman continued to walk until she was six feet behind the Mexican Millionaire; the obviously young female was about to make another step…but suddenly stopped at the sound of a voice.
Alberto Del Rio: If you want to record this promo…and avoid my bodyguard…then I suggest that you begin your recording right now.
She was completely shocked by the fact that the wealthy male spotted her, even though his eyes were close and she was silent in moving. But the woman decided to set the camera up and switch it on before beginning the recording. A couple of seconds later Alberto turned around with a smug expression on his face and began to speak.
Alberto Del Rio: My name is Alberto Del Rio, the “Essence of Excellence”…but you already know that. And in three days I shall battle Mr Anderson for a shot at Samoa Joe’s World Heavyweight Championship at Ground Zero III…but you also already know that. When all you common folk start something new, you always want to make their first leap a big successful one…but all the time you have failed and ended up worthless. Why is that? It is because you are all mentally constipated, unlike me. And unlike you, there is no reason why I should not be the face of the Real Wrestling League…let alone defeat Mr Anderson at Vendetta. Why is that, you try your hardest to understand? I’ll explain. What do you need to be the face of the company? Just look at me. I boast the fact that even a dumb blonde can become great when partnering up with the “Pyramid of Perfection”. Last week Mr Anderson took a “Phenomenal” person and turned him into a worthless peasant. But back to my question…what do you need to be the face of the company? I, the “Bravest of the Brave”, knows no fear and laughs at the face of death…meanwhile Mr Anderson would scream in fright if his microphone suddenly broke. And Samoa Joe? He would cry his heart out if he ever gets banned from a fast food restaurant. I am fortunately enough to be the one of this millennium to blessed with looks of a god while Samoa Joe looks like the guy who never left the all you can eat buffet table. And Mr Anderson’s appearance assembles his own nickname…asshole. I am the only honest man in the history of wrestling…Mr Anderson takes pride in his lies and Joe has never ever told the truth involving his weight and size. The thing I take pride in the most is clearly my intelligence and higher brain pattern. My intelligence knows no bound and gains envy from supercomputer after supercomputer. If I was a betting man I would bet that Samoa Joe’s IQ matches the amount of hands he has…his actions assembles a primitive caveman…if it either doesn’t say “ugh” or not edible he hits it. Meanwhile the only thing that Fatoa Joe ever say is “Joe is gonna kill you”…I mean, how in the hell am I expected to be afraid of someone that can’t even use proper English…“Joe is going to kill you” is both more correct and more fearful. But what about the intelligence of Ken? He considers the word “asshole”…an offensive term for anus…cool and gives himself that nickname…then takes huge pride in being known as an anus. That just bring me to a thing that Real Wrestling League has in common with the National Football League…when the ones from Green Bay wins the top award…the sport goes down the toilet. Look into the eyes of the “Essence of Excellence” as I say this Ken…
After the member of “Wrestling Royalty” said his last sentence the girl got the camera lens to zoomed in on his face. Alberto smiled for a moment before changing to a serious expression…he then began to speak again, his tone being darker then what it has been.
Alberto Del Rio: I will not let this fate happen to the Real Wrestling League. I shall defeat you Mr Anderson and I shall defeat Samoa Joe at Ground Zero III for the World Heavyweight Championship. You had you time and now you are nothing but a footnote in the company mediocre history. But I, the “Essence of Excellence”, shall become the face of the Real Wrestling League. The face that will rocket launch this company in mega-stardom. The face that the fans will remember the letters RWL by. And the face that will never be forgotten…for a long time. If the Real Wrestling League put you back in the headline of any event, that event would struggle is fill a wasted bingo hall. If the Real Wrestling League keep Fatoa Joe in the headlines…the only place they have any chance of selling out…is Burger King. Yet if they put Alberto Del Rio as the headliner of an event anywhere in Mexico…you’ll get a reception ten times better then Hulk “Hopeless” Hogan ever did. But back to you Anderson…what could you do to stop me from winning? If you attempt to out-quicken me then its worthless, since I have conquered the land of Lucha Libre in a dominating fashion. If you try to out do a fist fight then you’re screwed since, unlike you, I have a nearly perfect record at Mixed Material Arts. Try to outwrestle me and you won’t last three minutes since I, the “Bravest of the Brave”, has won a medal in Greco-Wrestling against the finest of Greco-Roman styled wrestlers. There are only three things that you are superior in between use two…dishonesty, stupid poses and being predictable. I will fracture your wrist Ken, if not break your arm…you can tap all you like Anderson…but that will not stop me from snapping your shoulder out of socket. Afterwards you might have a “little” trouble in doing your stupid microphone waiting poses.
Once he said that Alberto grinned his arrogantly smug grin before saying the last few words of this promo.
Alberto Del Rio: At Vendetta Ken, you shall see history being laid to waste by destiny when I defeat you…the at Ground Zero III history will be recreated when Ricardo announces, in Spanish, that the winner and new World Heavyweight Champion…Alberto Del Rio, the “Essence of Excellence”……“Excellence”.
Once he said that the “Pyramid of Perfection” gave out his trademark wink, indicating that the promo is over. So the camerawoman stopped the recording and switched off the camera. But suddenly the young blonde could feel someone breathing down on her…Kozlov somehow snuck his way all to way to being right behind her. This caused the female is shiver nervously…
Alberto Del Rio: Don’t worry young one…Kozlov won’t ever give you any form of harm…unless you try to harm me.
The camerawoman was extremely surprised by the lightened tone in the Mexican Millionaire’s voice. Yet before she could say anything Del Rio spoke up once more.
Alberto Del Rio: What is your name milady? And how much are you paid by the Real Wrestling League?
Lucy Smith: My name is Lucy Smith…and I’m only a part timer so I get paid very little…wait, how do you know I’m British?
Alberto Del Rio: To answer your question Lucy, Vladimir here taught me the major differences between Yanks and Brits…and you’re clearly a Brit. But now to important business…I am willing to pay you three times your current wages if you agree to become a full time maid for me…beware though that being the “Essence of Excellence” I have extremely high expectations and I’m not afraid of firing people on their first day. If you’re interested then come into my mansion and we can see how reliable you are at this job…if you’re not, I’ll let Kozlov “escort” you is the front of the mansion. Its your decision.
After saying that Alberto nodded to the “Soviet Cyborg” before walking past the two, not taking a second look at the blond girl, and made his way to the French window. He stopped for a moment and looked over his shoulder at the two before entering the mansion. This left the camerawoman with Kozlov and she slowly turned around, looking at his chest since she didn’t want to look into the Russian’s eyes. She was clearly nervous and without much consideration ran past Vladimir Kozlov, to the French window and entered the building. Kozlov only smirked at this before saying.
Vladimir Kozlov: He knew the girl was frightened of me…
After saying that Kozlov took a stroll towards the forest and stopped, somewhere about ten feet away from the closest tree, before glaring at it for a few seconds. Another smirk cracked onto his face before it returned to a blank look…Vladimir then turned around and walked off, towards his employer’s home. The tree has Kozlov’s interest before a “X” mark, made from rope, is on it. On the other side of the tree is a black haired man wearing a suit of his own…but he is currently tied to the tree. By the random Spanish he is screeching out, this man was Ricardo Rodriguez. Yet the most interesting thing is what was craved above his head…“I’m from Ukraine, you idiot!”
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Scene Two: Aren’t I Hated By Nearly Everyone?
Time: 1:11 PM 14th Monday February/ Valentine’s Day 2011
Relaxing on the couch, watching some Spanish movie on his wide screen television, is Alberto Del Rio. The male isn’t wearing his tuxedo but instead a shirt with jeans, maybe he’s only keeping his suits clean for his promos or meetings with John Bradshaw Layfield. Today was Valentine’s Day and the Mexican Millionaire does not have a Valentine…at lease one to send a Valentine’s card to. Online countless internet nerds, mostly female, has flooded his facebook account to post “Happy Valentine’s Day” on his wall. Yet, if anything, the “Pyramid of Perfection” doesn’t seem to care at all about what the day is. The only thing important about today was that he’ll be facing Mr Anderson in a match to crown the number one contender to Samoa, or what Del Rio calls “Fatoa”, Joe’s World Heavyweight Championship. Just then a female appears behind the couch…this female is wearing the traditional maids uniform, black long skirt with a matching blouse, while having blond hair. This girl is the recently hired Lucy Smith and she has a glass, filled with Champagne, in her left hand. She then offered her left hand to Del Rio.
Lucy Smith: Is this one good enough for your post victory celebration?
The “Bravest of the Brave” took a light sip out of the glass and went quiet for a few seconds. The suspense was building up in the maid, has she just did her new job in just three days? A few more seconds pasted until Alberto began to speak his answer.
Alberto Del Rio: Not the one I was expecting…but its good enough for this celebration…
After saying that the wealthy male finished the glass and gave it back to the woman. She put the glass in the sunk and washed it before putting it away. Once she did that Del Rio signalled for her to sit next to him on the couch, so she cautiously did. The Mexican began to speak up once more.
Alberto Del Rio: Do you expect me to lose against Mr Anderson tonight?
Lucy Smith:…I’m not sure about answering the question…
Alberto Del Rio: You can be honest with me about this answer.
Lucy Smith: I don’t think you can defeat Mr Anderson…no matter how much I would like to see it happen.
Alberto Del Rio: Why would to want me to win? Aren’t I hated by nearly everyone?
Lucy Smith: Some say us Brits prefer anyone over Americans…except for French people.
Alberto Del Rio: So why do want me to win?
Lucy Smith: You’re the first person to actually be kind enough to give me a full time job…even though I am nowhere near qualified for any of these jobs…
Alberto Del Rio (Thoughts): Oh great! I’ve hired a dumb blonde cheerleader…
Alberto Del Rio: Don’t worry, if you didn’t impress me then I would never have even considered you for this job…
Lucy Smith: Really?
Alberto Del Rio (Thoughts): Hell no! I just couldn’t be bothered to find a proper maid!
Alberto Del Rio: Yes, Lucy, I only want the finer things in life…
Alberto Del Rio (Thoughts): And I’m pushing my limits on even hiring you…
Alberto Del Rio: And you have both the beauty and hidden intelligence to be quite successful…
Alberto Del Rio (Thoughts): Most likely as a hoe…
All of the sudden Lucy gave Del Rio a hug...this caused a look, expressing pure shock, to come across the Mexican's face. He didn't expect this and first thought about pushing her off but before he could do anything Smith began to speak.
Lucy Smith: Thank you sir...I really hope you defeat Anderson...no one has ever been this kind to me in ages...
Alberto Del Rio (Thoughts): And I can see why...get off me you pychotic bitch!
Alberto Del Rio: I...I think...I think that you should stop hugging your boss and check on Kozlov...
Lucy Smith: Okay sir!
After cheerfully saying that the girl let go of the hug and went off to the indoor gym, where Vladimir spends most of his indoor time. The Mexican Millionaire began to neaten his shirt before going back to watching his film.
Alberto Del Rio (Thoughts): Obviously...I think my ignorance has got me to hire a fan...at least she'll motivate me, in her psychotic ways, to get myself more ready to kick Mr Anderson's ass...I'll enjoy the film before going to the gym.
Could Alberto Del Rio defeat Mr Anderson? Probably. Is Alberto Del Rio smarter then Mr Anderson? Most likely. Will Alberto Del Rio beat Mr Anderson and win the Championship from Samoa Joe? Only the future can tell.
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<tr width="501px" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: #ffffff;"><td> <img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/15pg6s4.gif" hspace="20"></td> <td><font face="arial" size="3" color="green"><b>Alberto Rodríguez</b></font> <font size="3" font color="XXXXXX">@adelrio</font> <size="3"><b>Tonight Fatoa Joe will see why I am the last person he would ever want to face.</b></font><br></td></tr>