History Repeats Itself
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 1:03 am
**The scene sets in as cameras rotate around the inside of the empty Omnisports arena in France. After circling the dimly lit, vacant seats, we zoom in on the ring, just constructed for EBWF Warfare. There is one man in the ring, stretching, circling, rebounding off the ropes, in constant motion. After a few seconds, the man comes to rest at the corner, comfortably leaning back and acknowledging the camera. The view zooms in, revealing the man as Justin Credible, in the shape of his life and that familiar smirk on his face.**
Credible: Well, well, well. I have to admit it has been a bit too long since I have felt this good. Good to be back in the squared circle. The warzone, so to speak. BUT, it has been a long time coming. See, I look around now, at this industry what I helped build one of the cornerstones of, and it is disappointing. I see the same things I saw as a kid. A business not living up to expectations. Not living up to potential. Not carrying the torch properly!
**Justin strolls the ring now. He comes to rest at the far corner from where he started and strikes the pad lightly before facing the screen again.**
Credible: Lets take a trip back in time. Back to the golden age. Look back at the Hulk Hogan's, Randy Savage's, Ultimate Warrior's. These guys that were all innovators in their own rights. Guys that you had to fall in love with their energy, and their personality. They inspired. Kids looked up to them. Parents shook hands with them. Then, your Sgt. Slaughter's, your Shiek's, and your Andre the Giant's. The ones you LOVED to HATE. The ones you couldn't wait to see fall. And it was just so...cliche. It was only a matter of time before you knew the heroes of old were going to conquer the villains. There was no way around it. And while these men were all innovators IN THEIR OWN RIGHTS, none of these men wanted to change how this story was written. Eventually, people knew how the story was going to end. It became dull. These men had done all they could, and in turn, their chapter ended.
**Justin strolls around the ring now to the next turnbuckle and pats it a little stiffer this time.**
Credible: So, we had to progress. Out came the men that didn't care for the happy ending. They didn't cater to the children and parents. They catered to themselves. Their own wants and needs had to be fulfilled before anything and you either loved them or hated them for it. The Rock. Stonecold. The Undertaker. Kane. Shawn Michaels. Just to name a few. But their were also a few who didn't get the credit they deserved and set the standard from the backround.
**Justin hops out of the ring and reaches under the canvas. He pulls out various tools of destruction he is very familiar with. A trash can. A bat. A roll of barbwire. A staple gun. After sliding these items into the ring, he rolls back in and continues to talk while he strolls around and taps them with his feet.**
Credible: The men who took a small, little business and lifted it to compete with the big boys. And watched as they put our plans on the big screen. But it was fine. Because we grew the industry. It was no longer a predictable, story book. It was WAR! Unpredictable. Chaotic. And if you didn't go out and take what you wanted, you didn't get it. See, I set the standard for this mentality. I seized opportunities to dismantle the legends. The Innovator of Violence. The Hardcore Icon. The Homicidal One. I accomplished the impossible on my way to the top. I didn't take no for an answer. I simply decided what I wanted, and went out and TOOK IT! Whether it was your NAME, your LEGACY, your BELT, or your WOMAN.
**Justin smirks again and continues around to the third cornerpost, shakes his head a bit, and looks at the lens.**
Credible: And then, once we set that standard and it couldn't be taken any higher, we had the guys who rinsed and repeated. The heroes rose again. The Cena's and the Orton's and the Bryan's. Guys that just don't seem to go away. And nobody to grab the bull by the horns and MAKE them. Nobody to hunt these men out and remove them from their pedestals. Let's face the facts here. SHIT GOT BORING AGAIN!
**Justin then reaches outside of this post and grabs his patented singapore cane that was leaning against the ring. He struts confidently to the 4th corner of the ring, before smacking the cane over the turnbuckle. The fabric rips as the cane snaps back into place, and Justin laughs before turning to the camera again.**
Credible: Well, we don't like boring. So, THE IMPACT PLAYER IS BACK! THE INNOVATOR OF VIOLENCE IS HERE! THE HARDCORE ICON! The ORIGINAL LEGEND KILLER! And I am here to bring chaos back to the world of professional wrestling like only a man like me knows how to do. Because men like me, we can't sit back and watch pretty boys like Ziggler conquer OUR mountain. I can't watch John Cena and The Rock stand high on their perch any longer. It's out with the old, and in with the new again. And it starts right here in this ring with Bray Wyatt. Should have kept your ass on the farm, because apparently your not ready for this revolution. So when you blow that fancy little torch out and leave the arena in the dark, it won't be the only lights that go out! I am ready to lead us into the next era of professional wrestling. To put us back in the limelight. History always repeats itself, but this time it will improve. Because this era that is upon us right now is going to be something else. See, this era isn't going to just be about....THE BEST!!! This new era is going to just be about....THE COOLEST!!! This era that starts today, is going to be ALL about....JUSTINNNNNNN....CRRRRRRRRRREDIBLE!!!!!!!!
**By now Justin's face is nearly pushed against the camera lens, fury in his eyes. He turns and smacks his cane on the turnbuckle, thoroughly shattering it this time, before tossing it to the ground and hopping out of the ring. We fade to black and Credible hops the barricade and begins to make his exit from the empty arena.**
Credible: Well, well, well. I have to admit it has been a bit too long since I have felt this good. Good to be back in the squared circle. The warzone, so to speak. BUT, it has been a long time coming. See, I look around now, at this industry what I helped build one of the cornerstones of, and it is disappointing. I see the same things I saw as a kid. A business not living up to expectations. Not living up to potential. Not carrying the torch properly!
**Justin strolls the ring now. He comes to rest at the far corner from where he started and strikes the pad lightly before facing the screen again.**
Credible: Lets take a trip back in time. Back to the golden age. Look back at the Hulk Hogan's, Randy Savage's, Ultimate Warrior's. These guys that were all innovators in their own rights. Guys that you had to fall in love with their energy, and their personality. They inspired. Kids looked up to them. Parents shook hands with them. Then, your Sgt. Slaughter's, your Shiek's, and your Andre the Giant's. The ones you LOVED to HATE. The ones you couldn't wait to see fall. And it was just so...cliche. It was only a matter of time before you knew the heroes of old were going to conquer the villains. There was no way around it. And while these men were all innovators IN THEIR OWN RIGHTS, none of these men wanted to change how this story was written. Eventually, people knew how the story was going to end. It became dull. These men had done all they could, and in turn, their chapter ended.
**Justin strolls around the ring now to the next turnbuckle and pats it a little stiffer this time.**
Credible: So, we had to progress. Out came the men that didn't care for the happy ending. They didn't cater to the children and parents. They catered to themselves. Their own wants and needs had to be fulfilled before anything and you either loved them or hated them for it. The Rock. Stonecold. The Undertaker. Kane. Shawn Michaels. Just to name a few. But their were also a few who didn't get the credit they deserved and set the standard from the backround.
**Justin hops out of the ring and reaches under the canvas. He pulls out various tools of destruction he is very familiar with. A trash can. A bat. A roll of barbwire. A staple gun. After sliding these items into the ring, he rolls back in and continues to talk while he strolls around and taps them with his feet.**
Credible: The men who took a small, little business and lifted it to compete with the big boys. And watched as they put our plans on the big screen. But it was fine. Because we grew the industry. It was no longer a predictable, story book. It was WAR! Unpredictable. Chaotic. And if you didn't go out and take what you wanted, you didn't get it. See, I set the standard for this mentality. I seized opportunities to dismantle the legends. The Innovator of Violence. The Hardcore Icon. The Homicidal One. I accomplished the impossible on my way to the top. I didn't take no for an answer. I simply decided what I wanted, and went out and TOOK IT! Whether it was your NAME, your LEGACY, your BELT, or your WOMAN.
**Justin smirks again and continues around to the third cornerpost, shakes his head a bit, and looks at the lens.**
Credible: And then, once we set that standard and it couldn't be taken any higher, we had the guys who rinsed and repeated. The heroes rose again. The Cena's and the Orton's and the Bryan's. Guys that just don't seem to go away. And nobody to grab the bull by the horns and MAKE them. Nobody to hunt these men out and remove them from their pedestals. Let's face the facts here. SHIT GOT BORING AGAIN!
**Justin then reaches outside of this post and grabs his patented singapore cane that was leaning against the ring. He struts confidently to the 4th corner of the ring, before smacking the cane over the turnbuckle. The fabric rips as the cane snaps back into place, and Justin laughs before turning to the camera again.**
Credible: Well, we don't like boring. So, THE IMPACT PLAYER IS BACK! THE INNOVATOR OF VIOLENCE IS HERE! THE HARDCORE ICON! The ORIGINAL LEGEND KILLER! And I am here to bring chaos back to the world of professional wrestling like only a man like me knows how to do. Because men like me, we can't sit back and watch pretty boys like Ziggler conquer OUR mountain. I can't watch John Cena and The Rock stand high on their perch any longer. It's out with the old, and in with the new again. And it starts right here in this ring with Bray Wyatt. Should have kept your ass on the farm, because apparently your not ready for this revolution. So when you blow that fancy little torch out and leave the arena in the dark, it won't be the only lights that go out! I am ready to lead us into the next era of professional wrestling. To put us back in the limelight. History always repeats itself, but this time it will improve. Because this era that is upon us right now is going to be something else. See, this era isn't going to just be about....THE BEST!!! This new era is going to just be about....THE COOLEST!!! This era that starts today, is going to be ALL about....JUSTINNNNNNN....CRRRRRRRRRREDIBLE!!!!!!!!
**By now Justin's face is nearly pushed against the camera lens, fury in his eyes. He turns and smacks his cane on the turnbuckle, thoroughly shattering it this time, before tossing it to the ground and hopping out of the ring. We fade to black and Credible hops the barricade and begins to make his exit from the empty arena.**