Post by MVP on Dec 3, 2011 0:00:50 GMT -5
The camera begins to roll as we're taken to a brightly lit room. The walls, beige colored with hundreds of men and women sitting in seats lined up in rows throughout the brown rugged floor. At the head of the room, a small stage with black podium resting on it, as well as three other chairs. The men and women inside the room have cameras dangling from their necks, pads and pens in hand, as well as voice recorders as they sit and stand, anxiously waiting for something to take place.
Reporter 1:
[/color] "Where the hell is he? He said noon!Reporter 1:
Reporter 2: "Why do you sound surprised? You know noon, means 1 pm to him. Wait, I thought I heard a car door slam!"'
All inside the room rush to a small door near the exit, where they begin to brace their cameras, and getting ready, as the doorknob slowly turns and the large brown door is forced open revealing a momentary blinding light of sun rushing in. The reporters snap away regardless as a short, balding man walks in with a large smile on his face as he removes his black shades and walks in embracing the men and women as he makes his way toward the stage, and podium laughing, and enjoying this moment. As he makes his way behind the podium, he pauses, removes his shades, and places them inside of his coat pocket. He plays with the microphone for a moment, before beginning.
Agent: "Ladies and gentlemen I would like to first take this opportunity to thank you for being here today, it's an extremely special day. Today, after long and careful negotiations with wrestling powerhouse, Saturday Nights Main Event, and it's Owner-Shawn "HBK" Michaels. Today, ladies, and gentlemen marks the signing of the one, and only, Montel. Vontavious. Porter. Better known as M-V-P!"
There's a minor roar from the crowd as they continue to flash their cameras, and reach their respective mics. in closer for audio. The man in the suit, attempts to calm them all down as a few near the front, as well as the back raise their hands attempting to ask a question, or two. He instantly dismisses them, in efforts to continue on.
Agent: "All questions will be handled in time, don't worry. You're question is important to Montel and myself but please, hold them off for a little bit longer.
Now when I signed Montel as my client I knew I had someone really special. I had a once in a lifetime opportunity to get this man, where he could and would shine brighter than the north start on a clear summer night. Last night, I did just that. Montel signing a very lucrative deal to wrestler with SNME was not only the culmination of my career! It marked a turning point for the roster of Saturday Nights, from here on out. Ladies and gentlemen without further adieu if you could put your hands together for a man that truly needs no introduction... Montel! Vontavious! Porter! M!... V!... P!
The agent begins fiercely clapping his hands together as a large toothy grin comes across his face. The cameras continue to flash, and turn now toward the large brown door, where the original man had entered as it is once again swung open. Slowly walks in the man they call 'MVP.' Montel has on a brown suit, with orange button down shit, and brown and orange stripped tie on, as well as a pair of black shades over his eyes, and a black do-rag over the top of his head tightly tied down. As he walks into the room he takes a few steps forward also bearing a toothy grin, as his two silver eating shine off the lights from the ceiling, and snaps of the cameras. Montel slowly makes his way toward the stage, walking up the steps he and his agent embrace one another in a momentary hug. Breaking apart the agent gives Montel a slap on the shoulder and hands the podium over to him, as he takes a seat in one of the chairs to the right. Montel cracks his neck, chuckles a bit, and then begins as the reporters reach their instruments in for audio, and pictures of this historic event.
MVP:[/color] "Ah ha! Man this feels good. First and foremost I wanna thank myself, for bein' the way I am otherwise I wouldn't be here today, so thanks Montel.
MVP gives himself a slap on the back, as he begins to laugh again. He fixes his suit jacket, and continues in a very cocky, arrogant tone.
MVP:[/color] "Well, here I am. Montel Vontavious Porter, in the flesh. Now before you attempt to bombard me with questions, and comments lets get something straight, MVP don't do questions. MVP doesn't care for what you have to say. You're all here for me. To see me, to hear me. I'm not here for you, so whatever you gotta ask, or whatever you need to say, can be said and done through my agent, who will handle all that nonsense.
When signing with SNME, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew the roster, the talentless locker room. I did SNME a huge favor in signing with them. I pretty much saved Shawn Michaels, and his company from bankruptcy. I will single handedly bring back the interest of the fans, and re-build this damn place all on my own, because thats the kinda guy I am and thats what I do, I draw attention. Look at you all comin' out here to show me love, I did this. I brought you all here, and just like I got you all here, I'ma bring all the SNME fans back.
MVP laughs as he turns to his agent who agrees and chuckles along with Montel. MVP again fixes his suit jacket, and brushes off his shoulders in a cocky manner.
MVP[/color] "I got word on my first opponent in case you're all wondering which I already know by the looks on your stupid faces that you are so I'll give you a little bit of insight on the matter. When I debut my career kicks off kicking CM Punks ass! Yeah, you heard me CM Punk!"
Reporter 1: "CM PUNK!? How'd you get so lucky to draw that card, Montel!?"
MVP: "What did I say!? Security get that disrespectful scum outta here!"
Montel's agent shoots out of his chair to point of the man with an angry face for security to snatch him. As the guard grab the man, he attempts to fight them off but the two large men carry out the reporter and toss him outside the brown doors, as they close we see him on his butt, trying to figure out his next move from being tossed out.
Agent:[/color] "Sorry buddy, he won't be bothering you anymore."
Montel shakes his head in disbelief, and he adjusts himself and begins again.
MVP:[/color] "Now that I lost my damn train of thought, where was I? Oh yeah CM Punk. What kinda name is that anyway? I mean to consider yourself a Punk makes it even that much easier to look past you. I can tell you this, I ain't ever really heard of CM Punk. Ya know I've seen couple youtube videos here and there from Ring of Honor and all the jazz, but nothing really worth gettin' all worked up about, beggars can't be choosers. If he's who I gotta get through to get to the top, then the roster is sure as hell as thinner than I thought it was, ha ha ha.
Punk may be a talented guy in the ring, but I ain't just hype. I'm the real, damn deal. Everything you see here, the good looks, the charisma, the attitude thats just a piece of the puzzle. One tiny piece of a thousand piece puzzle. They don't consider me half man, half amazing for no reason.
CM Punk ain't nothin but a stepping stone. After this hurdle, theres only one place for the Franchise Playa to go, and thats straight to the top. I mean come on, lets be for real what is it that Punk's got, that I don't already have. He doesn't have the speed. He sure as hell doesn't have the power. In-ring abilities are out for Punk. Lets look at the looks then. He's got that long, grease ball hair, and that puny little body. When you look at MVP, the only thing you can think of is, perfection. Perfect build, perfect face, perfect in every which way.
Lets face it, Punk is outta his league on this one folks. This is as big a mis-match as putting Tyson against Ali. We all know Ali takes out Tyson in a matter of time, same fate Punk's headed for. It's basically inevitable. It's a whole new ball game for the SNME locker room, and it starts this week with CM Punk.
MVP backs away from the podium for a moment, and checks to make sure his coat is buttoned, as he walks over to his agent who's risen up to his feet and buttons his own coat. The two embrace in a hug again as well as a well though out custom handshake, as the reports rant and rave trying to get their questions out. Montel slowly makes his way across the stage, and struggling to make his way through the swarm of publicity, as he makes his way to a different door than he entered, but pushes it open, and exits the room leaving his agent standing at the podium once again.
Agent:[/color] "Now if their are any questions, I'll be happy to handle them for my client at this moment, one question per person, and lets try to make them brief."
Hands shoot up as the agents takes a question as the camera slowly begins to fade out leaving us with a raucous room of reporters trying to ask their questions, and get their voices heard.[/i][/size][/center]