Post by MasterEvil on Apr 23, 2012 20:34:48 GMT
The scene opens up has the camera lens could only see the starry night sky and after a few seconds it lowered down to see five people inside a Jacuzzi. Four of these people were women but not any normal women; these were four of the finest women across Puerto Rico, and who was the one other person? A chestnut haired male who alarmingly appears has extremely young, so young that he could be the child of any of these women. The camera gazed towards all these people and the male kissed the first girl to his right on the cheek before smirking lightly towards the camera.
“I’m Alonso Famoso and I can easily tell that you wish that you were me right now. But who may ‘Alonso Famoso’ be? Lucky for you, I’m more than willing to broaden your horizons. I am, without a shred of doubt, the best looking and wealthiest male you’ll probably ever get to see. I am also one of the newest members of Action Packed Wrestling’s ‘Asylum’ and in my debut I battle a fellow debuting male called Bryz…do I sound impressed by my first adversary? Do I badly need to get myself ready for my first of many opponents? Why should I?”
He appeared so relaxed and carefree has the male spoke out his words. The women by Alonso’s sides did nothing but smile intently; clearly they don’t give a damn about professional wrestling and are only doing this for the money they have been paid. Yet, approximately, the boastful male gives has little a damn about them has they do about the situation…evidence of this could be how he hasn’t given divided his attention away from camera has Famoso stood up out the water. He then took a few steps until out of the Jacuzzi, not only giving the women an excuse to leave but also revealing his considerably small frame to whoever could be watching this promo. Yet, if his last three words meant anything, Alonso seems to be the polar opposite of unconfident.
“Yes, in size, I am the smallest person on not only Asylum but across the entire APW. But don’t give me any of this stupid ‘ah, poor midget’ crap for tiny David could slay gigantic Goliath and all it took was Frodo the hobbit to kill the almighty Sauron. After all if I really gave a shit about what people’s sympathy, then I would have made a charity for little people. But anyway, back to how unimpressed I am by this Bryz. Sure he is one and a half feet bigger than me and almost three times my weight but at the end of the day it’s the heart of the warrior that wins, not how big they are.”
While speaking his words the male grabbed a trowel and used it to dry his almost perfectly soft hair before throwing that trowel into the Jacuzzi. Afterwards Alonso got another trowel, which was smaller than the first, and rested it across his shoulders. Once Famoso mentioned his opponent’s name a massively smug grin etched itself across the male’s face, has if he already won the match, has a bald butler came and offered a glass of wine. Alonso basically ignored the male while finishing his words but once he said the last five he accepted the wine and the butler walked away. The next motion the male took was basically taking a sip out of the glass before speaking to the camera again.
“Hey Bryz, I think there are a few trees near the arena…so why not bring the noose and I do you a favour? Anyway, let’s move on to the question I asked earlier…why should I? Why should I need to sweat about this gigantic imbecile? Why should I need to be getting ready for my professional debut? And why should I give any respect to someone so brain-dead looking? If anything, I should be the favourite entering this match, I should be the one respected and I should be viewed has the future here. Of course with all prophecies, there is a stairway leading up to its completion and my debut will be when I take my first step up those stairs.”
It so far seems that the short male doesn’t give a damn about his upcoming opponent has Alonso took another sip out of the glass after finishing the words he has just spoken. Could this possibly irritate Bryz? Could this motivate Bryz to bring everything he has into the match? Has Alonso just dug himself into a hole he can’t get out of? Either he has or hasn’t obviously the male is purely relax, no signs of doubt anywhere. Not in his voice, his words or body language…after taking his sip Famoso grinned smugly before speaking up yet again.
“I ain’t going to waste much more of my valuable time introducing myself to any of you…so, for my goodbye, I’ll say a little bit more about this phenomenon standing in front of you.”
After saying these simple words the male took a final sip out of the glass before handing it back to the passing butler. Afterwards he sniggered towards the camera lens.
“I am Alonso Famoso. A poor kid from Winnipeg who made himself a billionaire within ten years. Parents call out for people like Cheryl Cole and Enimem but truth be told I am the ideal role model the twenty-first century children. From rags and blankets to worldwide success with fragrances, I’ve already got all I need for a lifetime of happiness. But life is too long to already lounge about and let the world pass you by, so I trained to becoming a professional wrestler and Jeff instantly signed me up to Asylum, knowing that it desperately needs a true star.”
While speaking his words the Canadian began to walk off and the camera lens instantaneously followed him all the way into a field. Famoso only stopped once he was next to a black horse and after finishing his words the smug youngster mounted the horse. It was only moments later that he spoke up for one final time.
“For your information, you do have permission to hate me…it won’t mean a damn thing though since you can guarantee now that, with me on the show, that the average attendance for Asylum will double at the very least. It is great for what people like Level One and Sally has done for APW but very soon it will be time for those old-timers to past on the torch to someone worthy…someone who isn’t afraid to carry the entire company upon his back…someone who will ever make up false reasons to not join his brethren at the front line against any possible invasion…someone like me, Alonso Famoso. And Bryz, here is one final thing I’ll say to you…”
While speaking his words the male softly stroked the horse he is sitting on, the gentleness in it clearly showing that he cares about the creature’s well being, and once he finished speaking both of his hands moved to his chest and made a heart shape for the camera to see.
“Haters be losers.”
Once those three words were said Alonso’s hands moved away and the male began to ride the horse away from the camera. After a few second of staring at the male riding away the camera looked up towards the night sky again has the feed produced by it slowly faded to black.
“I’m Alonso Famoso and I can easily tell that you wish that you were me right now. But who may ‘Alonso Famoso’ be? Lucky for you, I’m more than willing to broaden your horizons. I am, without a shred of doubt, the best looking and wealthiest male you’ll probably ever get to see. I am also one of the newest members of Action Packed Wrestling’s ‘Asylum’ and in my debut I battle a fellow debuting male called Bryz…do I sound impressed by my first adversary? Do I badly need to get myself ready for my first of many opponents? Why should I?”
He appeared so relaxed and carefree has the male spoke out his words. The women by Alonso’s sides did nothing but smile intently; clearly they don’t give a damn about professional wrestling and are only doing this for the money they have been paid. Yet, approximately, the boastful male gives has little a damn about them has they do about the situation…evidence of this could be how he hasn’t given divided his attention away from camera has Famoso stood up out the water. He then took a few steps until out of the Jacuzzi, not only giving the women an excuse to leave but also revealing his considerably small frame to whoever could be watching this promo. Yet, if his last three words meant anything, Alonso seems to be the polar opposite of unconfident.
“Yes, in size, I am the smallest person on not only Asylum but across the entire APW. But don’t give me any of this stupid ‘ah, poor midget’ crap for tiny David could slay gigantic Goliath and all it took was Frodo the hobbit to kill the almighty Sauron. After all if I really gave a shit about what people’s sympathy, then I would have made a charity for little people. But anyway, back to how unimpressed I am by this Bryz. Sure he is one and a half feet bigger than me and almost three times my weight but at the end of the day it’s the heart of the warrior that wins, not how big they are.”
While speaking his words the male grabbed a trowel and used it to dry his almost perfectly soft hair before throwing that trowel into the Jacuzzi. Afterwards Alonso got another trowel, which was smaller than the first, and rested it across his shoulders. Once Famoso mentioned his opponent’s name a massively smug grin etched itself across the male’s face, has if he already won the match, has a bald butler came and offered a glass of wine. Alonso basically ignored the male while finishing his words but once he said the last five he accepted the wine and the butler walked away. The next motion the male took was basically taking a sip out of the glass before speaking to the camera again.
“Hey Bryz, I think there are a few trees near the arena…so why not bring the noose and I do you a favour? Anyway, let’s move on to the question I asked earlier…why should I? Why should I need to sweat about this gigantic imbecile? Why should I need to be getting ready for my professional debut? And why should I give any respect to someone so brain-dead looking? If anything, I should be the favourite entering this match, I should be the one respected and I should be viewed has the future here. Of course with all prophecies, there is a stairway leading up to its completion and my debut will be when I take my first step up those stairs.”
It so far seems that the short male doesn’t give a damn about his upcoming opponent has Alonso took another sip out of the glass after finishing the words he has just spoken. Could this possibly irritate Bryz? Could this motivate Bryz to bring everything he has into the match? Has Alonso just dug himself into a hole he can’t get out of? Either he has or hasn’t obviously the male is purely relax, no signs of doubt anywhere. Not in his voice, his words or body language…after taking his sip Famoso grinned smugly before speaking up yet again.
“I ain’t going to waste much more of my valuable time introducing myself to any of you…so, for my goodbye, I’ll say a little bit more about this phenomenon standing in front of you.”
After saying these simple words the male took a final sip out of the glass before handing it back to the passing butler. Afterwards he sniggered towards the camera lens.
“I am Alonso Famoso. A poor kid from Winnipeg who made himself a billionaire within ten years. Parents call out for people like Cheryl Cole and Enimem but truth be told I am the ideal role model the twenty-first century children. From rags and blankets to worldwide success with fragrances, I’ve already got all I need for a lifetime of happiness. But life is too long to already lounge about and let the world pass you by, so I trained to becoming a professional wrestler and Jeff instantly signed me up to Asylum, knowing that it desperately needs a true star.”
While speaking his words the Canadian began to walk off and the camera lens instantaneously followed him all the way into a field. Famoso only stopped once he was next to a black horse and after finishing his words the smug youngster mounted the horse. It was only moments later that he spoke up for one final time.
“For your information, you do have permission to hate me…it won’t mean a damn thing though since you can guarantee now that, with me on the show, that the average attendance for Asylum will double at the very least. It is great for what people like Level One and Sally has done for APW but very soon it will be time for those old-timers to past on the torch to someone worthy…someone who isn’t afraid to carry the entire company upon his back…someone who will ever make up false reasons to not join his brethren at the front line against any possible invasion…someone like me, Alonso Famoso. And Bryz, here is one final thing I’ll say to you…”
While speaking his words the male softly stroked the horse he is sitting on, the gentleness in it clearly showing that he cares about the creature’s well being, and once he finished speaking both of his hands moved to his chest and made a heart shape for the camera to see.
“Haters be losers.”
Once those three words were said Alonso’s hands moved away and the male began to ride the horse away from the camera. After a few second of staring at the male riding away the camera looked up towards the night sky again has the feed produced by it slowly faded to black.