Post by Neptune on Dec 8, 2011 11:43:02 GMT -5
>>It's morning. Somewhere in this busy city, a red car pulls up at what looks to be quite an artsy building. Inside, it's a studio. It looks high budget. Lots of lights, cameras and staff running around, getting things ready. It's a photoshoot. Neptune walks in, wearing casual clothes (black tshirt, dark blue jeans, black shoes) and people look at him. They don't say a word. Neptune glares at them as he goes to get ready for the photos to be taken.<<
Josh: I'm Josh Ronnie, really pleased to meet you. I can't tell you how honoured our magazine is for getting you to pose for a shoot for us. We are very proud and very excited.
Neptune: Yeah, yeah, look... I'm all happy with your ass kissing. But I'm not the friendliest of celebrities right now. I lost a match because the fuckwit who was my tag team partner failed me. So unless you have something important to tell me, please fuck off.
Josh: Oh, I'm so sorry. I won't bother you unless it's absolutely necessary. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in anyway.
Neptune: You're still here and you're still talking...
Josh: Right, well, we'll get you ready and we'll do the shoot. I'm sure it'll be great, edgy and just all around awesome. If you need anything, please let me know. I am here to make things go smoothly for you.
>>Neptune smirks a mischievous smirk as he looks back at Josh Ronnie.<<
Neptune: Now that you mention it, I'd like a foot massage before the shoot. I want to be relaxed so the photos turn out great.
Josh: Oh, absolutely! I'll call a masseuse immediately. There's a mobile massage service which is excellent. It will be just a few minutes and she'll be here to take care of you and make you relax. You'll feel like you're walking on clouds.
Neptune: Uh huh... Actually I'd much rather have you to do it. You're so good at grovelling, I'm assuming you'll be even better at giving me a nice and devoted foot rub.
>>Josh Ronnie is now clearly uncomfortable at the suggestion. He looks around for help but nobody wants to help. Neptune is a very important client to the magazine and if they fuck this up, heads will roll. Josh Ronnie knows he'll have to do what he's told otherwise he can kiss his job goodbye.<<
Josh: Well, um... this is a bit... unorthodox but... if that's truly want you want, I'll be happy to help you out. I'm... erm... I'm here to make things run as smoothly as possible... for you.
>>Neptune's smirk gets more sinister. He's enjoying it, you know. Having that much power over someone else. If one could get drunk on power, Neptune would be wasted like Hell right now.<<
Neptune: Good. Now, kneel... and get it done!
>>Josh Ronnie has been defeated but he knows what's on the line and if he has to rub Neptune's feet to save his career, he will do it. So, down he goes on his knees. He takes off Neptune's shoes and socks and starts rubbing away.<<
Josh: How... how's that? Am I doing okay?
>>The look on Neptune's face is priceless. You can't tell if he's enjoying the rub because it's a rub or if he's enjoying it because of how submissive Josh Ronnie is. Neptune looks down on Josh Ronnie and shakes his head.<<
Neptune: You know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking about Samuel Silas. By the look on your face, I can tell you don't know who he is. I don't blame you. He's a 'newbie'. He's just been recently signed to the UWA. He's a bit of an idiot.
Josh: Oh, I see... And... um... why are you thinking about him?
Neptune: Because I have a match with him on the next show? God, man, use your fucking brains. I am main eventing the next show, quelle surprise, and I have to wipe the floor with Samuel Silas. Now, what I'm thinking of is him in your shoes. I see him, on his knees, my feet in his hands as he rubs them tenderly and begs me for forgiveness. He begs me not to put a final stop to his career before it even started. Hmm! Isn't that thought just absolutely fucking delicious?
>>Josh Ronnie can't believe the words that are coming out of Neptune's mouth. He didn't know people could talk like that. Josh Ronnie always thought those 'fighters' put on a bit of a show when they talked like that at their events but clearly... they talk like that in their everyday life. Josh Ronnie is now quite scared and apprehensive. What else does this Neptune guy has in store for him?<<
Josh: I... erm... guess so.
Neptune: The stuttering is awkward, please stop. And for the love of fucking God, can you please answer with more than a few words? If I wanted to beat the shit out of you, I would've done so by now. So, please, for the sake of everything fuck, speak the hell up!
>>Neptune's words sound angry but his tone isn't. If anything, his tone was taunting, teasing, mocking, almost so confident that you'd think Neptune thinks of himself as an invincible being. A God. And that's what scares Josh Ronnie the most. But he has to please his important client, or else...<<
Josh: Well, um... oh sorry... I mean, I think you shouldn't underestimate him. I'm not all that familiar with wrestling and how it works and whatnot but... as a general rule in fighting, I think it's common sense never to underestimate your opponent. Especially one that you've never seen fight before. You may be surprised and it might not be pleasant. So, yeah... that's my take on the matter.
>>Oh shit, Neptune doesn't look happy at all! The way he's looking at Josh Ronnie, you'd think daggers are about to come out through his eyes and pierce Josh Ronnie's chest and go all the way to his heart and slash it to shreds.<<
Neptune: How DARE you?! You think I don't have common sense? You worm! I know about fighting. I know what I'm doing. Do you think some dipshit from Chicago is going to best me? I mean, you don't even know what he looks like do you? Let me tell you! He looks like what shit would crap out after eating way too many kebabs on a drunken night. His face says 'I'm a douche, please bitchslap me until I cry like a little girl!'. And let's not even talk about his fucking hair... he looks like trash, he is as threatening as a My Little Pony and he sounds as intelligent as Klayton Gunn. So, you know what? Fuck you for thinking he could surprise me!
>>Neptune pulls his feet away from Josh Ronnie but Josh Ronnie quickly grabs them again and look like he's about to cry. His career is quickly fading before him. Neptune takes a sick pleasure in seeing Josh Ronnie crumble to pieces.<<
Josh: Please, please! I'm so sorry! I was just trying to be helpful! I want you to win. I want you to crush that other guy. I didn't mean to be rude at all! Please, I'll do anything! Please don't go! Please do this photoshoot. Please, I'm begging you!
Ah, the words Neptune likes to hear. He sits back in his chair and smiles his mischievous smug smile. It was an easy battle to dominate this Josh Ronnie guy. He's just a snack in between main courses. But still, Neptune enjoys dominating people. He enjoys breaking them and making them crumble into a blubbering mess. That's his style.<<
Neptune: Your begging needs more work, worm. But you know what? I'm in a good mood, so I'll allow your begging to get to me. So... since you want me so bad, how about you show it to me how bad you want me? Hmm?
>>Josh Ronnie is confused and apprehensive at the same time. One part of him wants to go 'Screw this, I'm out of here!' but the other part, the much stronger and bigger part knows he has to go 'What can I do for you not to make my life hell?' His face shows his defeat and surrender.<<
Josh: Wha... what can I do? Please, tell me.
Neptune: I want you to suck on my toes. I want to imagine Samuel Silas doing it to me, hoping I won't break his career. So... come on... get to it. Make me feel what's going to be the inevitable at the next UWA show. Make me see what Samuel Silas (aka Neptune's bitch) will be doing to me.
>>Josh Ronnie is on the verge of tears but he keeps them in as he does as he's told. Neptune smirks, enjoying his sweet victory. He can't wait to taste that sweet taste again after he defeats Samuel Silas and makes him tap out like the bitch that he'll be.<<
Here we are, at a crossroads. This feels like the last chance the UWA is giving itself to shine in the world filled with wrestling companies trying to outdo each other and be at the top of the ratings. I've been advised to leave and find a new company to call my home. I've been approached by talent scouts telling me they thought I was wasting my time in the UWA. They told me that the UWA was a low-tier fed that was so dead even a graveyard would seem like a party compared to it. And you know what I told those people? FUCK OFF.
I have come to the UWA to conquer it. I don't care if the ship is going down, I'll still beat the shit out of every single person who stands in the way of me becoming the captain. I have the drive, the passion, the ego, the power to be at the top of the UWA. Sure, the place isn't filled with top notch competition. You think that's a deterrent for me to compete here? Fuck that. To the contrary, it makes my goal just that much easier. I'm here to kickass and take names, sure. But most of all, I'm here to be at the very top and watch people scramble at my feet, kissing them, hoping I'd give them one fraction of a second of my time. Ryan Blake should consider himself lucky to have me here. I bring the ratings, I sell the merchandise, I'm more popular with the fans than Justin Bieber with pre-teenage girls. I'm young, I'm hot, and I'm awesome. The UWA should pay tribute to me for sticking around when things got tough. Weaker spined fighters (if you can call them fighters) ran for the hills when things were looking gloomy. They didn't think. They aren't as smart as me. I am going to be the World champion here in no time. And people like Samuel Silas, Fear, Natalia Knight, Andy Star, and even Ryan Blake will be fighting each other to see who can worship me the most.
But let's not jump ahead too quickly, I guess. First things first. I need followers to truly be seen as a God. What's a God without followers, eh? Just a guy with a lot of firepower but no one to be in awe of it and make him feel even more powerful than he is. The first person I'm going to be converting is... Samuel Silas. Now, the guy is new and everything, and of course he thinks he can take on the world because hey... he trained for five years. That makes him ready to face the likes of me. Really? Fuck off, Samuel Silas. Are you for real? You're an absolute idiot if you think for one second that training with a bunch of nobodies will make you ready for ME. I am not some jobber you can push around and pin at your leisure. I am Neptune. I am the main event. I am the STAR of the show, and I am not going to be losing to you.
You really think I'm going to lose to someone who can't even get his story straight? One second you have trained for five years and you're ready to make your debut... and in the same fucking breath you have managed and trained more World Championship holders than Neptune has ever dreamed of? Which one is it? Either you're new and this is your debut or you're some veteran who has trained 'World championship superstars'? And don't even try to bullshit your way into explaining that in ONLY 5 years time, you've decided to become a wrestler, trained yourself to be decent enough in the ring and at the same time, trained other people who then went on to start from the bottom of the barrel to the top of the food chain in several companies... you are an idiot.
If you're going to lie about your credentials, at least put some thought into it. You are coming across as a tryhard loser who's all bark but no bite. It almost seems like in the one promo, you talk like one person and then like someone else entirely. You are either a newbie or a veteran. You can't be both. Even when you join a new fed, if you've been in the business for years, you're not a newbie, you're a veteran. You say your first place of business is the UWA and yet you talk about training World champions? For fuck's sake, get it together, man. And as if it wasn't bad enough, you smear even more crap on your image by going on and on about moves that you may or may not perform on the night of our match. First, thanks for the heads up. And two, how DUMB do you think I am? I'm not you. I don't go into the match unprepared. I know what to expect from you. I do my research. But seriously, judging by the quality of your promo, I don't think you'll be much of a challenge at all.
It's very unfortunate for you that our match will be a hardcore one. You may try to use steel chairs, bats, and other miscellaneous items against me... but none will be as effective as my bare feet. That's right. My bare feet, as soft, as hot as they look are deadly weapons. You may laugh at me for saying that. You will most likely not believe me. But when the time comes, you will be lying on the mat: beaten, bloodied, broken. I won't damage you to no repair though. I want you to be the first to worship me. I'm declaring myself the God of UWA. You will bow down before me, kiss my awesome feet and swear loyalty to me. Samuel Silas, be proud, for you will be the first BITCH of many to fall for me. You will obey me, you will fear me, you will chant my name in your darkest hours. You will fantasize about being me only to realize that you'll never be good enough to even be compared to me. That's not an opinion, that's not a threat... it's an indisputable FACT.
I will make you MY bitch.
And that's a BOLD - BLOODY - RED promise!
Josh: I'm Josh Ronnie, really pleased to meet you. I can't tell you how honoured our magazine is for getting you to pose for a shoot for us. We are very proud and very excited.
Neptune: Yeah, yeah, look... I'm all happy with your ass kissing. But I'm not the friendliest of celebrities right now. I lost a match because the fuckwit who was my tag team partner failed me. So unless you have something important to tell me, please fuck off.
Josh: Oh, I'm so sorry. I won't bother you unless it's absolutely necessary. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in anyway.
Neptune: You're still here and you're still talking...
Josh: Right, well, we'll get you ready and we'll do the shoot. I'm sure it'll be great, edgy and just all around awesome. If you need anything, please let me know. I am here to make things go smoothly for you.
>>Neptune smirks a mischievous smirk as he looks back at Josh Ronnie.<<
Neptune: Now that you mention it, I'd like a foot massage before the shoot. I want to be relaxed so the photos turn out great.
Josh: Oh, absolutely! I'll call a masseuse immediately. There's a mobile massage service which is excellent. It will be just a few minutes and she'll be here to take care of you and make you relax. You'll feel like you're walking on clouds.
Neptune: Uh huh... Actually I'd much rather have you to do it. You're so good at grovelling, I'm assuming you'll be even better at giving me a nice and devoted foot rub.
>>Josh Ronnie is now clearly uncomfortable at the suggestion. He looks around for help but nobody wants to help. Neptune is a very important client to the magazine and if they fuck this up, heads will roll. Josh Ronnie knows he'll have to do what he's told otherwise he can kiss his job goodbye.<<
Josh: Well, um... this is a bit... unorthodox but... if that's truly want you want, I'll be happy to help you out. I'm... erm... I'm here to make things run as smoothly as possible... for you.
>>Neptune's smirk gets more sinister. He's enjoying it, you know. Having that much power over someone else. If one could get drunk on power, Neptune would be wasted like Hell right now.<<
Neptune: Good. Now, kneel... and get it done!
>>Josh Ronnie has been defeated but he knows what's on the line and if he has to rub Neptune's feet to save his career, he will do it. So, down he goes on his knees. He takes off Neptune's shoes and socks and starts rubbing away.<<
Josh: How... how's that? Am I doing okay?
>>The look on Neptune's face is priceless. You can't tell if he's enjoying the rub because it's a rub or if he's enjoying it because of how submissive Josh Ronnie is. Neptune looks down on Josh Ronnie and shakes his head.<<
Neptune: You know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking about Samuel Silas. By the look on your face, I can tell you don't know who he is. I don't blame you. He's a 'newbie'. He's just been recently signed to the UWA. He's a bit of an idiot.
Josh: Oh, I see... And... um... why are you thinking about him?
Neptune: Because I have a match with him on the next show? God, man, use your fucking brains. I am main eventing the next show, quelle surprise, and I have to wipe the floor with Samuel Silas. Now, what I'm thinking of is him in your shoes. I see him, on his knees, my feet in his hands as he rubs them tenderly and begs me for forgiveness. He begs me not to put a final stop to his career before it even started. Hmm! Isn't that thought just absolutely fucking delicious?
>>Josh Ronnie can't believe the words that are coming out of Neptune's mouth. He didn't know people could talk like that. Josh Ronnie always thought those 'fighters' put on a bit of a show when they talked like that at their events but clearly... they talk like that in their everyday life. Josh Ronnie is now quite scared and apprehensive. What else does this Neptune guy has in store for him?<<
Josh: I... erm... guess so.
Neptune: The stuttering is awkward, please stop. And for the love of fucking God, can you please answer with more than a few words? If I wanted to beat the shit out of you, I would've done so by now. So, please, for the sake of everything fuck, speak the hell up!
>>Neptune's words sound angry but his tone isn't. If anything, his tone was taunting, teasing, mocking, almost so confident that you'd think Neptune thinks of himself as an invincible being. A God. And that's what scares Josh Ronnie the most. But he has to please his important client, or else...<<
Josh: Well, um... oh sorry... I mean, I think you shouldn't underestimate him. I'm not all that familiar with wrestling and how it works and whatnot but... as a general rule in fighting, I think it's common sense never to underestimate your opponent. Especially one that you've never seen fight before. You may be surprised and it might not be pleasant. So, yeah... that's my take on the matter.
>>Oh shit, Neptune doesn't look happy at all! The way he's looking at Josh Ronnie, you'd think daggers are about to come out through his eyes and pierce Josh Ronnie's chest and go all the way to his heart and slash it to shreds.<<
Neptune: How DARE you?! You think I don't have common sense? You worm! I know about fighting. I know what I'm doing. Do you think some dipshit from Chicago is going to best me? I mean, you don't even know what he looks like do you? Let me tell you! He looks like what shit would crap out after eating way too many kebabs on a drunken night. His face says 'I'm a douche, please bitchslap me until I cry like a little girl!'. And let's not even talk about his fucking hair... he looks like trash, he is as threatening as a My Little Pony and he sounds as intelligent as Klayton Gunn. So, you know what? Fuck you for thinking he could surprise me!
>>Neptune pulls his feet away from Josh Ronnie but Josh Ronnie quickly grabs them again and look like he's about to cry. His career is quickly fading before him. Neptune takes a sick pleasure in seeing Josh Ronnie crumble to pieces.<<
Josh: Please, please! I'm so sorry! I was just trying to be helpful! I want you to win. I want you to crush that other guy. I didn't mean to be rude at all! Please, I'll do anything! Please don't go! Please do this photoshoot. Please, I'm begging you!
Ah, the words Neptune likes to hear. He sits back in his chair and smiles his mischievous smug smile. It was an easy battle to dominate this Josh Ronnie guy. He's just a snack in between main courses. But still, Neptune enjoys dominating people. He enjoys breaking them and making them crumble into a blubbering mess. That's his style.<<
Neptune: Your begging needs more work, worm. But you know what? I'm in a good mood, so I'll allow your begging to get to me. So... since you want me so bad, how about you show it to me how bad you want me? Hmm?
>>Josh Ronnie is confused and apprehensive at the same time. One part of him wants to go 'Screw this, I'm out of here!' but the other part, the much stronger and bigger part knows he has to go 'What can I do for you not to make my life hell?' His face shows his defeat and surrender.<<
Josh: Wha... what can I do? Please, tell me.
Neptune: I want you to suck on my toes. I want to imagine Samuel Silas doing it to me, hoping I won't break his career. So... come on... get to it. Make me feel what's going to be the inevitable at the next UWA show. Make me see what Samuel Silas (aka Neptune's bitch) will be doing to me.
>>Josh Ronnie is on the verge of tears but he keeps them in as he does as he's told. Neptune smirks, enjoying his sweet victory. He can't wait to taste that sweet taste again after he defeats Samuel Silas and makes him tap out like the bitch that he'll be.<<
~ Neptune's Point of View ~
Here we are, at a crossroads. This feels like the last chance the UWA is giving itself to shine in the world filled with wrestling companies trying to outdo each other and be at the top of the ratings. I've been advised to leave and find a new company to call my home. I've been approached by talent scouts telling me they thought I was wasting my time in the UWA. They told me that the UWA was a low-tier fed that was so dead even a graveyard would seem like a party compared to it. And you know what I told those people? FUCK OFF.
I have come to the UWA to conquer it. I don't care if the ship is going down, I'll still beat the shit out of every single person who stands in the way of me becoming the captain. I have the drive, the passion, the ego, the power to be at the top of the UWA. Sure, the place isn't filled with top notch competition. You think that's a deterrent for me to compete here? Fuck that. To the contrary, it makes my goal just that much easier. I'm here to kickass and take names, sure. But most of all, I'm here to be at the very top and watch people scramble at my feet, kissing them, hoping I'd give them one fraction of a second of my time. Ryan Blake should consider himself lucky to have me here. I bring the ratings, I sell the merchandise, I'm more popular with the fans than Justin Bieber with pre-teenage girls. I'm young, I'm hot, and I'm awesome. The UWA should pay tribute to me for sticking around when things got tough. Weaker spined fighters (if you can call them fighters) ran for the hills when things were looking gloomy. They didn't think. They aren't as smart as me. I am going to be the World champion here in no time. And people like Samuel Silas, Fear, Natalia Knight, Andy Star, and even Ryan Blake will be fighting each other to see who can worship me the most.
But let's not jump ahead too quickly, I guess. First things first. I need followers to truly be seen as a God. What's a God without followers, eh? Just a guy with a lot of firepower but no one to be in awe of it and make him feel even more powerful than he is. The first person I'm going to be converting is... Samuel Silas. Now, the guy is new and everything, and of course he thinks he can take on the world because hey... he trained for five years. That makes him ready to face the likes of me. Really? Fuck off, Samuel Silas. Are you for real? You're an absolute idiot if you think for one second that training with a bunch of nobodies will make you ready for ME. I am not some jobber you can push around and pin at your leisure. I am Neptune. I am the main event. I am the STAR of the show, and I am not going to be losing to you.
You really think I'm going to lose to someone who can't even get his story straight? One second you have trained for five years and you're ready to make your debut... and in the same fucking breath you have managed and trained more World Championship holders than Neptune has ever dreamed of? Which one is it? Either you're new and this is your debut or you're some veteran who has trained 'World championship superstars'? And don't even try to bullshit your way into explaining that in ONLY 5 years time, you've decided to become a wrestler, trained yourself to be decent enough in the ring and at the same time, trained other people who then went on to start from the bottom of the barrel to the top of the food chain in several companies... you are an idiot.
If you're going to lie about your credentials, at least put some thought into it. You are coming across as a tryhard loser who's all bark but no bite. It almost seems like in the one promo, you talk like one person and then like someone else entirely. You are either a newbie or a veteran. You can't be both. Even when you join a new fed, if you've been in the business for years, you're not a newbie, you're a veteran. You say your first place of business is the UWA and yet you talk about training World champions? For fuck's sake, get it together, man. And as if it wasn't bad enough, you smear even more crap on your image by going on and on about moves that you may or may not perform on the night of our match. First, thanks for the heads up. And two, how DUMB do you think I am? I'm not you. I don't go into the match unprepared. I know what to expect from you. I do my research. But seriously, judging by the quality of your promo, I don't think you'll be much of a challenge at all.
It's very unfortunate for you that our match will be a hardcore one. You may try to use steel chairs, bats, and other miscellaneous items against me... but none will be as effective as my bare feet. That's right. My bare feet, as soft, as hot as they look are deadly weapons. You may laugh at me for saying that. You will most likely not believe me. But when the time comes, you will be lying on the mat: beaten, bloodied, broken. I won't damage you to no repair though. I want you to be the first to worship me. I'm declaring myself the God of UWA. You will bow down before me, kiss my awesome feet and swear loyalty to me. Samuel Silas, be proud, for you will be the first BITCH of many to fall for me. You will obey me, you will fear me, you will chant my name in your darkest hours. You will fantasize about being me only to realize that you'll never be good enough to even be compared to me. That's not an opinion, that's not a threat... it's an indisputable FACT.
I will make you MY bitch.
And that's a BOLD - BLOODY - RED promise!
