Promos IWT VICE #10 - Paul Allen vs. Paul Ravana

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Sep 3, 2016.

  1. The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

    (@Swing Car) Paul Allen vs. Paul Ravana (@PJ Ibarazaki)

    The rules are as follows:

    -No interuptions, only competitors can post here
    -Pictures, videos, livestream etc. are all banned, apart from titantron entrances.
    -The first promo must be posted within 24 hours.
    -There is a 2 promo limit.
    -Voting will then last for 24 hours after the last promo is posted.

    Voting for yourself will result in instant disqualification and suspension

    Please don't post during the match. If you need to post an OOC post,
    it needs to be important, short and be in a Spoiler.​

     
  2. Paul Ravana’s music starts playing as the lights go dark for Ravana’s entrance. He arrives with his usual black tank top and towel and does his entrance theatrics on the ramp to the ring as the crowd looks on not knowing who his alignment is. Ravana grabs a microphone after his music stops playing.

    “They say you never forget your first, to be honest that statement’s pretty broad and ambiguous but it's also true. Whether it be your first impressions, or your love, or maybe your kill, your first will always be special in your mind. In my case however I won’t be forgetting my first real opponent here in IWT. Mr. Paul Allen.”
    The crowd begins booing once the name Paul Allen is brought up.

    “Mr. Allen, I’ve put in a little bit of research into you before we square off and from what I’ve gathered and at first glance, you don’t seem like the kind of man that should be here. With all do respect, but you don’t seem to have the eyes of a warrior. It looked like you had lacked the mind and soul of a fighter, you looked like a sheep in a wolf’s den”
    Paul pauses, closes his eyes and starts thinking of what to say next.

    “But then I looked deeper into those, I looked deeper into your heart and while I was right that those eyes of yours weren't a fighter's eyes, they were a killer. A psycho to be more specific. Those are the eyes I have encountered many time before, unhinged, feral, yet at the same time, ambiguous and without a keen observation, almost obscure to the common reconnaissance. Now any ordinary man, would be cowering over the realization his opponent is some psychopath with a twisted facade., even I have to addmit I was startled when I came across this messed up piece of information. If any other wrestler would be facing you, the odds of them winning, hell them surviving when against you would be 0 to none. But here is where any ounce of threat you posses against me fades away. You see, I have come across men like you, and every time I see their true colors, one thing is always certain when they try to go up against me, they get PUT DOWN!”
    The crowd begins cheering.

    “You have eyes the of a psycho, but I have the eyes of a fucking predator! You see, those eyes, those instincts aren’t refined, aren’t honed for combat. Whereas mines are, you lack the experience to fight me, you won’t know what to do when your attempts at trying to intimidate me fail. Sure, you might be a good fighter, I was born to be a fighter, this has been my whole life and do you honestly think that just because your a refined businessman with a sinister side to him make you better than me? Well if so, you and the roster are about to learn the name Paul Ravana after this is over. Because your inner demons are about to meet the harbinger that is me, and soon-
    Before Paul could finish, he gets interrupted by the music of...
     
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  3. *Paul comes down through the crowd. He is wearing a Valentino suit with a long black trenchcoat. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. He climbs over the barricade, and runs his left hand through his slick backed hair.*

    *Paul circles around the ring for a few seconds before getting a mic handed to him*

    *Paul slides into the ring; pacing around like he's impatient or anxious*

    Paul:
    I....get it. I do. You look into my eyes and you don't see what you usually see. I have all the characteristics of a human being - skin, hair, blood, but not one single identifiable emotion, except for greed, and disgust. My blood lust has surpassed the night and flowed into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy...like my mask is starting to slip.

    *Paul looks at the ground for a moment, collecting his thoughts*

    Paul: I know I'm supposed to be mad at you, we're working a program or whatever the producer in the back told me - you have caused me to feel this burning hatred for what you represent. You have something to live for. You take pride in your ability to fight. Do you think that shit flies when you're a Vice President of an investment firm? If I had one little outburst, a moment of identifiable emotion, passion, I'd be relocated; sent to a retreat in Guam for three weeks. The reason I'm standing infront of you, is because I controlled my own destiny. I made a decision for myself. When I hit my father in the back with the chair I broke my rusty chain - and ran. I gave it all up to find a purpose in life.

    *Paul gets a bit closer to Paul and looks him in the eyes.*

    Although I can try and hide my cold gaze, and you can try to intimidate me with your psychological horseshit, you're soon going to realize that I am Simply. Not. There.

    *Paul drops the mic with a smile, midway through turning around his expression immediately changes to one of disgust*

    *Paul climbs back over the barricade. He reaches into his breast pocket and takes out a flask. He takes a long swig from the flask, laughing, as he exits the arena the hard way. Once he reaches the top of the stairs, a fan almost pulls his trenchcoat off. Paul completely snaps and knocks the guy out. Security create a barrier between Paul and the crowd, as he slips away.*
     
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  4. By the time Paul Allen had left the arena. Ravana’s bewildered face had quickly turned into an amused one as he began talking again.

    “Ladies and Gentlemen, that was Paul Allen. Usually I would respond to my opponents after their attempts of trying to intimidate me fail. But it seems like Mr. Allen has already left the ring before I could respond to his “interesting” tirade against me. But before I leave, let me make one more thing clear. After I kicked this spoiled, incoherent, psycho’s ass, everybody in the back, everyone in the locker room of IWT better tune in after my match. Because I got something important to say and it's a matter concerning all of you."
    Paul exits out the ring, as the audience is left in wonder in what Ravana plans to say after his match.
    Show Spoiler
    @Roadster, I don't think @Swing Car will respond as his character left the arena. So begin voting. Swing, may the best man win.
     
  5. Nah, he can continue. Just needs a slight edit.
     
  6. Show Spoiler
    OOC: I'll respond, and I'll make it work. Might not be today though. Surprisingly busy.