Post by komodo on Aug 12, 2011 7:22:59 GMT -5
1P - 2P - 3P - 4P
Character Select: KOMODO
Stage Select: His Town
Time Limit: Standard
Difficulty: Easy
STAGE START
The scenario is the backstage area of an arena. Specifically, somebody's locker room area. This is clearly somebody who works for Saturday Night's Main Event locker room, because of the fact that there were many a posters plastered on the walls, and the place in general looking top of the line. It really can only belong to a worker or somebody who is a huge fan of the company who also happens to be a professional wrestler. But with the location being the very location of the next Saturday Night Main Event show, it seems very unlikely. Actually considering how big Saturday Night's Main Event is, not as unlikely as one may believe. But god dammit all I'm trying to set a scene here, it's somebodies locker room. Everything looks normal and in order, bar the fact that the lighting is a fair shade of purple, giving the tone of the locker room a slightly darker, more "fortress" feel even. And in this purple toned SNME locker room? A man is standing, smack in the center. His dark fur coat reaching the floor, covering his black ring attire snug inside of it. His mask sticking out of the top, beard sticking out of the mouth port and horns sticking out of the sides and top of that, despite covering his face and body from head to toe pretty much, his body language speaks for itself. Arms folded, confident stance. You may as well stick a pair of sunglasses on him and say "Deal with it."
Standing Big McLarge Huge, Non-Secret Deal With It.
[/color]Saturday Night's Main Event... what am I going to do with you? Clearly, I should be doing something, for I am the great and almighty KOMODO, all capital letters, if you haven't already realized. Loud booming KOMODO in puro style (plus, they only have upper case letters anyway I believe. Don't quote me on that, I'm British, can't confirm. Why I'm British with a puro styled name is a question for another day), Komodo just doesn't sound right. Regardless of name, I still stand at a great and mighty height and weight of... something like nine feet and seven hundred pounds, I don't have a set of scales or measuring tape on me at the minute, so don't quote me on that either. And regardless of height and weight, I'm a mean dude, at least according to my mother. You can quote that.[/center][/size]
KOMODO laughs heartily to himself, having made quite the funny... joke? Who knows if it is or isn't, because you can, for sure, believe that his mother won't be a fan of his antics. He lowers his arms to his side, in a slightly less confident stance than he was in previously, and a more relaxed state. The purple lighting the in the room slowly and surely get slightly darker, barely noticeable unless pointed out, as he continues on his way.
KOMODO, Ruler of the Town.
[/color]My debut is on the show tonight, date of August thirteenth two thousand and eleven. I have everything planned out for myself. Step one, make my entrance. The most obvious part, as "My Town" by Hollywood Undead will blast over the speakers, I'll confidently make my way to the ring, where I'm sure my opponent will be awaiting me. Step two, I'll lay the beat down on my opponent. As a big man like myself, I'll most certainly not be taken off of my feet and be able to power him around at ease, all while showing off my incredible talent for taking the air, and hitting moves such as a fifteen hundred splash, which I'll dub "The Kyle". Step three? Hit the showers kids, this guys done, one two three, good bye amigo.[/center][/color][/size]
KOMODO begins to point at the camera with his right hand, taking on a slightly more serious stance than he did the rest of the interview, adding just an extra level of intensity to his overconfidence. If eyes could legitimately flare, then his would be burning to a crisp right now, making direct eye contact with the viewers at home, staring into their souls. The purple lighting is a lot more noticeable at this point, he continues to speak in his loud, booming voice.[/size]
KOMODO, Ruler of the Town.
[/color]My opponent tonight is the man... no, my opponent tonight is the dragon whom calls himself Canadian Dragon. Because, obviously, all dragons have their last name be "Dragon", I should probably rename myself to KOMODO DRAGON because of this or something. But regardless of name and nature, Canadian Dragon is somebody to respect. Small in stature but long in word, he'll be fun to play around with, but like all respectable opponents, there are always things wrong with him. The first one is the obvious one, he's not KOMODO, meaning he's a puny wimp who will be powered around the ring with ease, who, at BEST, will get a roll up on me once in a blue moon. The second? He's Canadian, that pretty much speaks for itself. Being Canadian means he is not of this town, maybe he moved but he isn't by heart, which is what truly matters. And number three?[/center][/size]
KOMODO begins to beat his stomach, to a total of four times, before raising his arms into a victory pose, as if he's already won the match. Obviously he hasn't as it hasn't started yet, but whatever works for him in all honesty.
KOMODO, Ruler of the Town.
[/color]I'm a level eighty five night elf mohawk on World of Warcraft son. I've been playing the game since day one and have purchased all expansion packs. I have one of the single best PvP records in the database, have my own guild known as the "Townies", and maxed out all statistics and skills in the best way possible. And all for the reason of slaying dragons. I have prepared for this bout my entire life, there is absolutely no way you can counter these skills. I have every single mechanic a dragon can use known off the top of my heart, and there is nothing you can pull out that I won't see coming, and have a Priest covering every angle in case you get some offense in. "Pain. Agony. My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last, the whole of Saturday Night's Main Event will break! And all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings!"[/size][/center]
KOMODO begins to laugh whole heartedly for a second time in his promo, facing the ceiling as he does. The lighting is now so dark, that he himself is starting to fade into the background, being overshadowed, becoming less and less visible by the second. He faces the camera guy for a second once more, preparing to say his final words.[/size]
KOMODO, Ruler of the Town.
[/color]Canadian Dragon, my name is KOMODO. This is my town. Better hope your visa is in check, or you're getting shipped back to Canada by hand.[/center]
He walks off into the darkness of the room...
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and turns the light on, thus getting rid of all purple lighting, and replacing it with a nice, bright, shining yellow light, revealing much of the room and it's possessions. Posters hung around the room once again revealed, casual clothes and other ring gear from other wrestlers scrawled around the floor, and a big sign reading "KOMODO's Base" is seen hanging from the walls, looking like it had been written in crayon.[/size]
KOMODO, Ruler of the Town.
[/color]Stupid broken lights and their way of ruining of my promos. Also, yes, by "By Hand", I did mean my fist. Gosh.[/size][/center][/font]