Post by paulroach on Feb 5, 2011 10:00:55 GMT -6
ATLANTA, GEORGIA—JAN 31ST
”Well, man it looks like I got some steam going into Dallas. What do you think?” Paul asks Jack Sunday night, an hour after Elevation ended, as they sit in the back of a Taxi cab taking them back to their hotel room.
Not knowing how to reply Jack shrugs his shoulders. His actual worry was that of Mystic Mauler. There was no reason to start a fight with him, but Paul had insisted on going out there, but was never given a reason why.
”I don’t know man.” he replies. ”You beat EB Marcus, but now you have to look out for Mystic Mauler at the RoyLee Rumble or even before that. I didn’t like the way he smiled at you dude.”
”The way he smiled at me?” Paul asks wincing as he massages his black eye (a temporary memento from his recent bout with ‘The Elite’} ”You mean that little crooked ass smile he gives everybody?” he inquires looking at Jack for the first time.
”Yeah,” he replies without hesitation, ”and I know he gives it to everybody, but it was just that look in his eye man. He’s a seven foot tall dude and well…he may be a little unbalanced.” Jack finishes in his slightly quieter voice.
”Don’t worry about it man. What’s he going to do? You know what I always say right?” Jack shakes his head in response to the question. ”It’s a proven fact ‘the bigger you are, the harder you fall and a seven foot, three hundred and fourteen pound guy is going to fall pretty fucking hard.”
”I guess so,” Jack begins trying to keep the uncertainty out of his voice, ”but still he is a big man, plus he’s smart, which is even worst then a big, dumb man. So I don’t know we got to watch our Asses.”
”Watch our Asses?” Paul scoffs not even bothering to look at Jack. ”Look man. I don’t have to watch my back for anybody. Do you think somebody would be THAT stupid to try and attack me? No, and like you said Mystic Mauler’s a smart man.”
Sure, Sure Jack thinks inside his own head. What Paul doesn’t realize is that Jack Nation has a gift for reading people. Paul has this cocky edge where he believes nobody can touch him, but Jack isn’t so sure.
”You know that you have like two weeks off from actually competing? Yet, they’re giving you three slots for TV time to hype yourself up for the event?” he asks conversationally.
”Yeah, they give that to everybody. Some of the others have already used up one of their slots, but they were quite worthless and I’m sure that they’ll be thrown out of the rumble …pretty quick if I have anything to say about It..” he adds that last sentence with a smirk.
PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA—FEB 6TH
The scene reopens with a shot of Paul Roach’s front porch. It is now Friday and the cousins finally made it back to Pennsylvania. ”Damn, that was a long trip!” Paul exclaims as they get out of the taxi cab and begin their jaunt up the sidewalk.
”Damn right” Jack responds happily, excited to be home, ”With all those cancellations and delays I’m surprised we got here as quick as we did. You and I need to start chartering airplanes man.” He adds on with his last statement.
Laughing Paul reaches the door first, unlocking it, and getting themselves into their warm house. ”Home Sweet Home” he says carelessly tossing his luggage onto the chair and taking a seat on his couch.
”So, what now?” Jack says, almost sarcastically, looking towards Paul, who is looking at his ‘stash’ on the coffee table. After a split seconds hesitation Paul reaches over and grabs his papers, his weed, and begins to roll a joint.
”I don’t understand it.” Jack says in annoyance. ”You go all week without taking ONE puff and the first minute you walk into the house you just have to roll a fucking joint. What’s up with you man?”
”What’d you say?” Roach asks realizing Jack had said something, but was concentrating to hard on his task at hand. Jack simply sighs and leans back into the sofa cushion.
”You know man,” he begins again. ”This is probably one of the biggest nights you will have being in the Roy Lee Rumble. Well, unless you win it, then you’d go on to Wrestival V.”
”That would be cool.” Paul replies also leaning back into the couch to take a hit off his now completely rolled joint. ”I’m starting to think I have a pretty good chance.”
Jack shrugs his shoulders once again, something he does a lot. It is possible that his cousin can win the Roy Lee Rumble, and even more so go on and win the World Heavyweight title, but he still can’t Mystic Mauler out of his mind.
”Are you ever planning on coming over to WPW’s active roster?” Paul suddenly blurts out startling Jack. He has thought about it, but hasn’t made a decision. It could be a very good thing or it could also be a disastrous, career-mangling move. He had to admit that he does LOVE traveling.
”I don’t know” he confesses after a few minutes of thought (in which Paul had given up on the conversation). ”Sometimes, I find myself thinking about it really hard, and then other times I’m just content to sit back and watch. You ever get that feeling?”
Paul. Simply, shrugs, and nods his head. ”Sometimes man, but other times it’s hard for me to stay away from anything I love to do. That’s why I came back after like five years dude. I missed it.” he adds as an afterthought.
Jack can’t deny missing it either, but what could he do. He wasn’t sure he would be able to hang in the ring anymore especially in WPW. Not with the level of competition in this new place, but there is always that possibility; just that tiny one.
WPW88 LIVE PROMO
The scene comes to life once again in the small cubbyhole that WPW calls their ‘interview studio’. Paul Roach (who declined to use the stool is standing impatiently around waiting for the camera woman to give him the thumbs up to begin; which she does.
”Well, Well” he begins with a grin on his life. ”Look at this, another rumble. I admit I haven’t had too much good fortune in these matches, but I don’t know I’m just feeling so lucky!” a smirk crosses his lips.
”Just look at the level of competition so far!” he begins laughing. ”We have the Bean town Brawler, Will Starr, Duke Masters, and Scooter! Just to name a few. These four I won’t go on with much, because they are really just the annual Roy Lee Rumble jokes.” he shakes his head a bit.
”What do I know though? They could turn out to be great and my foot would be stuffed in my mouth wouldn’t it?” he asks suddenly laughing again.
”Then we have one of my old favorites. The world heavyweight champion himself Mr. Firebomb is going to enter the Roy Lee Rumble. Does he not have enough belief in his abilities to successfully defend his world heavyweight title that same night or is he just cocky enough to think that he’ll be able to take Wrestlval off by winning the Roy Lee Rumble either way I find it funny.” the smirk flashes across his face again.
”What about Lost Soul?” he continues with his tirade. ”I won’t lie I’ve heard of this guy, and heard that he was pretty good, but so far I haven’t seen anything out of him. Are you lost?” he asks laughing ”or did you just smarten up and realize that you can’t win?”
”and who is this Amber Grace?” he asks without the customary smirk, laugh, or scowl. ”She is so nice that’s it’s almost disgusting yet she is stepping into a ring with twenty hungry beasts who are wanting a shot at the biggest title that WPW has to offer? Is she crazy?” He asks genuinely curious.
”Another woman who’s going to be competition on February 13th is Tyger Lilly.” he scowls this time obviously remembering the all-time television title match. ”I know she’s beaten me once, but baby this is a bigger playing field for a bigger prize and I, not you, am going to take it right back to Pittsburgh, just the Steelers are going to bring the superbowl championship right back to Pittsburgh.” he winks at the camera.
”Now, let me talk a second about Stunkle a former one time television champion. I’m glad to see that you are staying here after what that new dude Neved did to you and don’t worry man I’m going to get him back for you buddy. Nobody beats you up unless it’s me.” he gives a reassuring nod towards the camera.
”and now it only seems natural that my next person of interest is the man named Neved. Neved, what kind of name is that? Is it Scandinavian? Or is you dyslexic? Whatever it is that doesn’t matter because your ass is going over the top rope as soon as I see you in that ring and if it’s not tossed out by me I can guarantee it will be by someone else.” he adds in an undertone.
”Now, we’re going to something of a threat a veteran of the WPW ring. He is The Hired Assassin The Phil. I won’t lie. I am a little nervous about this guy, but I was nervous about him in the All-Time TV title battle royal and he was the first chucked out so is it easy to oversee him yes? Will I no.” he glares at the screen momentarily before continuing.
”Somebody I am overlooking is Tommy Kurinto. What was that shit I seen on WPW88 last week? Where you were walking up and down that street in New York City talking about how we, Americans, are disrespecting your kind? It seemed like you were disrespecting us, especially those people you were bullying. On February 13th why don’t you try bullying me Mr. Man cause when you do your ass is mine.” He shakes his fist joking at the camera.
”Now, there are a few people I don’t know. Like for example who is Dennis Mann?” he puts his arms out to the sides in a confused sort of way. ”Is he an actual competitor or is he going to be one of those ‘fillers’ who will come in for two or three minutes then hit the concrete again? I have to say the latter.”
”The same goes for you ‘Roland Peck”. The f**k kind of name is Roland Peck? I don’t usually at people’s names, but I just cracked a grin when I saw yours. I hope that you’re Mother didn’t name you that because if she did I’m not just going to toss you out of the rumble. I’m going to keep you in there for awhile so I can punish you JUST for being Roland Peck.” he smiles and shrugs his shoulders again.
”The last of the unknowns. We have Jamar Matthews, and we have Robert Milano Jr. I sure do like the cookies Milano, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you off the hook and Jamar, I really have nothing to say to you so I wish you the best of luck at not meeting me during this time period.” a confused look suddenly appears over his face.
”Now, we have T-Bomb. Aren’t you one of Firebomb’s lackeys? I could be wrong, but I think that is where I heard your name. So, what’s going on if you win and you’re friend loses his world title are you going to give him your shot? That’s the only reason I can see you being in this match because I know for certain that you’re not going to be fighting with your friend.” he gives him that am I right or am I right look.
”I almost forgot about you, Doug Gavelon. I hear that you are a legend in the WPW. I don’t know how true it is personally I wouldn’t even give you a second look if it wasn’t for this match because I KNOW you’re not up to par with my level of competition. I know that for a fact boy.” a thin smile appears on his face.
”Now, Now, Now, all seven foot, three hundred plus pounds of The Mystic Mauler.” he lets out a simple laugh. ”How are you doing my friend? I see you haven’t made an effort to say anything to the other competitors, or more importantly, me. I don’t blame you” he says putting his face close to the camera. ”I wouldn’t want to piss me off either and get my lights knocked out.” and with that the scene quickly goes black.
”Well, man it looks like I got some steam going into Dallas. What do you think?” Paul asks Jack Sunday night, an hour after Elevation ended, as they sit in the back of a Taxi cab taking them back to their hotel room.
Not knowing how to reply Jack shrugs his shoulders. His actual worry was that of Mystic Mauler. There was no reason to start a fight with him, but Paul had insisted on going out there, but was never given a reason why.
”I don’t know man.” he replies. ”You beat EB Marcus, but now you have to look out for Mystic Mauler at the RoyLee Rumble or even before that. I didn’t like the way he smiled at you dude.”
”The way he smiled at me?” Paul asks wincing as he massages his black eye (a temporary memento from his recent bout with ‘The Elite’} ”You mean that little crooked ass smile he gives everybody?” he inquires looking at Jack for the first time.
”Yeah,” he replies without hesitation, ”and I know he gives it to everybody, but it was just that look in his eye man. He’s a seven foot tall dude and well…he may be a little unbalanced.” Jack finishes in his slightly quieter voice.
”Don’t worry about it man. What’s he going to do? You know what I always say right?” Jack shakes his head in response to the question. ”It’s a proven fact ‘the bigger you are, the harder you fall and a seven foot, three hundred and fourteen pound guy is going to fall pretty fucking hard.”
”I guess so,” Jack begins trying to keep the uncertainty out of his voice, ”but still he is a big man, plus he’s smart, which is even worst then a big, dumb man. So I don’t know we got to watch our Asses.”
”Watch our Asses?” Paul scoffs not even bothering to look at Jack. ”Look man. I don’t have to watch my back for anybody. Do you think somebody would be THAT stupid to try and attack me? No, and like you said Mystic Mauler’s a smart man.”
Sure, Sure Jack thinks inside his own head. What Paul doesn’t realize is that Jack Nation has a gift for reading people. Paul has this cocky edge where he believes nobody can touch him, but Jack isn’t so sure.
”You know that you have like two weeks off from actually competing? Yet, they’re giving you three slots for TV time to hype yourself up for the event?” he asks conversationally.
”Yeah, they give that to everybody. Some of the others have already used up one of their slots, but they were quite worthless and I’m sure that they’ll be thrown out of the rumble …pretty quick if I have anything to say about It..” he adds that last sentence with a smirk.
PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA—FEB 6TH
The scene reopens with a shot of Paul Roach’s front porch. It is now Friday and the cousins finally made it back to Pennsylvania. ”Damn, that was a long trip!” Paul exclaims as they get out of the taxi cab and begin their jaunt up the sidewalk.
”Damn right” Jack responds happily, excited to be home, ”With all those cancellations and delays I’m surprised we got here as quick as we did. You and I need to start chartering airplanes man.” He adds on with his last statement.
Laughing Paul reaches the door first, unlocking it, and getting themselves into their warm house. ”Home Sweet Home” he says carelessly tossing his luggage onto the chair and taking a seat on his couch.
”So, what now?” Jack says, almost sarcastically, looking towards Paul, who is looking at his ‘stash’ on the coffee table. After a split seconds hesitation Paul reaches over and grabs his papers, his weed, and begins to roll a joint.
”I don’t understand it.” Jack says in annoyance. ”You go all week without taking ONE puff and the first minute you walk into the house you just have to roll a fucking joint. What’s up with you man?”
”What’d you say?” Roach asks realizing Jack had said something, but was concentrating to hard on his task at hand. Jack simply sighs and leans back into the sofa cushion.
”You know man,” he begins again. ”This is probably one of the biggest nights you will have being in the Roy Lee Rumble. Well, unless you win it, then you’d go on to Wrestival V.”
”That would be cool.” Paul replies also leaning back into the couch to take a hit off his now completely rolled joint. ”I’m starting to think I have a pretty good chance.”
Jack shrugs his shoulders once again, something he does a lot. It is possible that his cousin can win the Roy Lee Rumble, and even more so go on and win the World Heavyweight title, but he still can’t Mystic Mauler out of his mind.
”Are you ever planning on coming over to WPW’s active roster?” Paul suddenly blurts out startling Jack. He has thought about it, but hasn’t made a decision. It could be a very good thing or it could also be a disastrous, career-mangling move. He had to admit that he does LOVE traveling.
”I don’t know” he confesses after a few minutes of thought (in which Paul had given up on the conversation). ”Sometimes, I find myself thinking about it really hard, and then other times I’m just content to sit back and watch. You ever get that feeling?”
Paul. Simply, shrugs, and nods his head. ”Sometimes man, but other times it’s hard for me to stay away from anything I love to do. That’s why I came back after like five years dude. I missed it.” he adds as an afterthought.
Jack can’t deny missing it either, but what could he do. He wasn’t sure he would be able to hang in the ring anymore especially in WPW. Not with the level of competition in this new place, but there is always that possibility; just that tiny one.
WPW88 LIVE PROMO
The scene comes to life once again in the small cubbyhole that WPW calls their ‘interview studio’. Paul Roach (who declined to use the stool is standing impatiently around waiting for the camera woman to give him the thumbs up to begin; which she does.
”Well, Well” he begins with a grin on his life. ”Look at this, another rumble. I admit I haven’t had too much good fortune in these matches, but I don’t know I’m just feeling so lucky!” a smirk crosses his lips.
”Just look at the level of competition so far!” he begins laughing. ”We have the Bean town Brawler, Will Starr, Duke Masters, and Scooter! Just to name a few. These four I won’t go on with much, because they are really just the annual Roy Lee Rumble jokes.” he shakes his head a bit.
”What do I know though? They could turn out to be great and my foot would be stuffed in my mouth wouldn’t it?” he asks suddenly laughing again.
”Then we have one of my old favorites. The world heavyweight champion himself Mr. Firebomb is going to enter the Roy Lee Rumble. Does he not have enough belief in his abilities to successfully defend his world heavyweight title that same night or is he just cocky enough to think that he’ll be able to take Wrestlval off by winning the Roy Lee Rumble either way I find it funny.” the smirk flashes across his face again.
”What about Lost Soul?” he continues with his tirade. ”I won’t lie I’ve heard of this guy, and heard that he was pretty good, but so far I haven’t seen anything out of him. Are you lost?” he asks laughing ”or did you just smarten up and realize that you can’t win?”
”and who is this Amber Grace?” he asks without the customary smirk, laugh, or scowl. ”She is so nice that’s it’s almost disgusting yet she is stepping into a ring with twenty hungry beasts who are wanting a shot at the biggest title that WPW has to offer? Is she crazy?” He asks genuinely curious.
”Another woman who’s going to be competition on February 13th is Tyger Lilly.” he scowls this time obviously remembering the all-time television title match. ”I know she’s beaten me once, but baby this is a bigger playing field for a bigger prize and I, not you, am going to take it right back to Pittsburgh, just the Steelers are going to bring the superbowl championship right back to Pittsburgh.” he winks at the camera.
”Now, let me talk a second about Stunkle a former one time television champion. I’m glad to see that you are staying here after what that new dude Neved did to you and don’t worry man I’m going to get him back for you buddy. Nobody beats you up unless it’s me.” he gives a reassuring nod towards the camera.
”and now it only seems natural that my next person of interest is the man named Neved. Neved, what kind of name is that? Is it Scandinavian? Or is you dyslexic? Whatever it is that doesn’t matter because your ass is going over the top rope as soon as I see you in that ring and if it’s not tossed out by me I can guarantee it will be by someone else.” he adds in an undertone.
”Now, we’re going to something of a threat a veteran of the WPW ring. He is The Hired Assassin The Phil. I won’t lie. I am a little nervous about this guy, but I was nervous about him in the All-Time TV title battle royal and he was the first chucked out so is it easy to oversee him yes? Will I no.” he glares at the screen momentarily before continuing.
”Somebody I am overlooking is Tommy Kurinto. What was that shit I seen on WPW88 last week? Where you were walking up and down that street in New York City talking about how we, Americans, are disrespecting your kind? It seemed like you were disrespecting us, especially those people you were bullying. On February 13th why don’t you try bullying me Mr. Man cause when you do your ass is mine.” He shakes his fist joking at the camera.
”Now, there are a few people I don’t know. Like for example who is Dennis Mann?” he puts his arms out to the sides in a confused sort of way. ”Is he an actual competitor or is he going to be one of those ‘fillers’ who will come in for two or three minutes then hit the concrete again? I have to say the latter.”
”The same goes for you ‘Roland Peck”. The f**k kind of name is Roland Peck? I don’t usually at people’s names, but I just cracked a grin when I saw yours. I hope that you’re Mother didn’t name you that because if she did I’m not just going to toss you out of the rumble. I’m going to keep you in there for awhile so I can punish you JUST for being Roland Peck.” he smiles and shrugs his shoulders again.
”The last of the unknowns. We have Jamar Matthews, and we have Robert Milano Jr. I sure do like the cookies Milano, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you off the hook and Jamar, I really have nothing to say to you so I wish you the best of luck at not meeting me during this time period.” a confused look suddenly appears over his face.
”Now, we have T-Bomb. Aren’t you one of Firebomb’s lackeys? I could be wrong, but I think that is where I heard your name. So, what’s going on if you win and you’re friend loses his world title are you going to give him your shot? That’s the only reason I can see you being in this match because I know for certain that you’re not going to be fighting with your friend.” he gives him that am I right or am I right look.
”I almost forgot about you, Doug Gavelon. I hear that you are a legend in the WPW. I don’t know how true it is personally I wouldn’t even give you a second look if it wasn’t for this match because I KNOW you’re not up to par with my level of competition. I know that for a fact boy.” a thin smile appears on his face.
”Now, Now, Now, all seven foot, three hundred plus pounds of The Mystic Mauler.” he lets out a simple laugh. ”How are you doing my friend? I see you haven’t made an effort to say anything to the other competitors, or more importantly, me. I don’t blame you” he says putting his face close to the camera. ”I wouldn’t want to piss me off either and get my lights knocked out.” and with that the scene quickly goes black.
