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Chicago Makes Punk Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:53 pm
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THE KEVIN OWENS ZONE!
Just a few nights ago, the Total Nonstop Wrestling: Revolution wrestling promotion held a long night of back to back drafts, to determine the new separate brands from the 2016 split. To no surprise, RAW's first draft pick was non other than current TNW:R Champion, Roman Reigns. iMPACT's first pick was the HEADLOCK MASTER himself, Kevin Owens. Now of course KO knew he was an important part of the draft, and it was shocking & surprising to most that iMPACT would choose Kevin Owens first. But the only person who wasn't blown away by the announcement. Kevin Owens wouldn't have taken being anyone's second pick. It was only necessary and completely fitting that Owens was chosen when he was. But he felt a bit disrespected after the draft. and he thought he'd use tonight as a perfect opportunity to voice his feelings.. Not that he had many feelings other than anger. Which was just the emotion that was flooding into the body of Owens tonight. He wasn't going to wait for a "perfect opportunity" to get some word of his chest. He was going to do this right NOW. It was now or never. Owens would leave his locker room, rushing towards the gorilla position which would take him straight out to the arena. He let someone know exactly what he was about to do, so they can get his theme music and video packages ready. The strums of guitars from Kevin's theme song began, and his videos appeared on the many screens in the arena.
Owens would push the curtains aside and slowly cruise out into the spotlight, and the fans got even more wild when they saw the man himself. He looked around with a smug frown on his face, like he didn't really want to be here. Kevin stood on the top of the ramp, looking at the crowd, despite being nearly blinded by the many production lights in the building. He looked straight down the ramp. A camera man made a close encounter with Owens, having the camera almost straight into his face. Kevin would see this as a perfect opportunity to let the fans know just how damn good Owens was. They were here to see him, and only him. Owens looked right into the camera and said, "I'm the most important person in this building tonight!" He would then quickly crack his neck before, quite rapidly, walking down the ramp. While he walked down, the announcer held up the microphone high to their mouth to introduce the man of the hour. "Please welcome at this time.. KEVIN OOOOOOOOOWENS!" Owens continued his walk from the ramp, and when he was, he noticed a fan by the barricade with a sign. Very unfortunately, it wasn't a Kevin Owens sign. This didn't make Owens too happy, as he approached the barricade and violently, aggressively knocked the sign out of the poor fan's hands. He continued to walk until he got to the bottom of the ramp, where he would turn left and stop in front of the steel steps.
Owens would scale the steps, at a fast pace, and get onto the apron. He swung his foot over, and entered the ring through the ropes. He quickly made his way in and stepped towards the opposite side of the ring. He eyeballed booing fans, who yelled offensive things to the athlete. Owens was no stranger to trash talk, and he would return the favor of yelling at the crowd. It was as if Owens was a child, yelling foolish things to this fan who was having the time of his life. Never did this stranger ever imagine he'd get into a yelling contest with THE Kevin Owens. Kevin would then forget the fan, shrugging him off and almost belittling him. He figures he was done embarrassing him and would just take to finding him on twitter later to block him. Vintage Owens, always finding the easy way out and blocking his troubles and the trolls of the internet. Owens would circle the ring a little, getting a feel for the bounce of it and how hard the bumps would be tonight. As he circled he made sure his tape was correctly placed, and the referee would talk to him on the down low about what would be going on in the match, and how things would work. He gave him the normal details like the finish, some big spots, and how long we'd have. In Owens' mind, it didn't matter how much time he had. He could have an hour or 5 minutes. Either way he would give the audience a great show that they deserve. Owens would cease to circle the ring, and approach the ropes. He leaned down and held onto the bottom ropes, making a mean face into the hard camera, which would slowly zoom into his bearish face, not too pleasing. A face only a mother can love. Owens' song then stopped and he would request a microphone. A microphone would be placed in Owens' hand as he snatched it away disrespectfully. Kevin stood into the center of the ring with the microphone, tapping on it a few time to make sure it was on.
"You know.. I thought CM Punk was a lot smarter than this. CM Punk's best decision.. other than leaving in ring competition.. was drafting me first onto Impact. Yet.. he doesn't even capitalize on it.. If you take a look at tonight's line up.. Kevin Owens is no where to be seen. But since this is my show, I don't need an invitation." The fans would boo due to Owens' denouncing their little precious star, CM Punk. "It sickens me.. that you people don't see the problem with this whole situation. You see, over on Raw, the first draft pick was TNW:R Champion Roman Reigns.. So for me to get drafted first for iMPACT, only proves that I am up there with the best of the best.. So where is my main event here tonight? Where is my championship? Whoever is in charge around here, whether it be CM Punk, or anyone else who wants to pop up and claim leadership, hasn't learned that if you're going to make a huge decision like drafting Kevin Owens to iMPACT, you better capitalize on it.. This show has gone week by week known as the iMPACT Zone.. but now you're in the KEVIN OWENS ZONE.." Owens would lower his microphone, and listen to the array of boo's and curse words that were being thrown at the Prizefighter.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:53 pm
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"UNDERDOG FROM THE UNDERGROUND."Name: Sami Zayn Height: 6'1 Weight: 212 lbs From: Montreal, Quebec, Canada----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The arena was set. It was time for one of the most athletic men in TNW:R to come out and wrestle here tonight. Suddenly, a whole bunch of drums would start playing with multiple voices singing was heard. The crowd eventually automatically got up to their feet, singing along to the theme song that was playing. It was Sami Zayn's theme song! Sami Zayn's theme played throughout the whole arena through the PA system. Sami Zayn would walk through the curtain and start skipping and dancing at the same time to his own theme song. He started to look around the arena, letting the theme song play. He then threw out his fist, as the lyrics of his song came on, as Zayn yelled out "LET'S GO!" The song sang along with the theme that was playing throughout the whole arena as the crowd was cheering loudly for Sami. People knew who Sami Zayn was, and knew that he was a phenomenal wrestler and knew that this was going to be a fun time either way just by watching Sami Zayn. Sami Zayn started to look around the arena as he started to walk down the ramp as well. He looked around at all the fans and all the people who had t-shirts that were made by the TNWR staff. Zayn then started to smile, and continue to skip down the ramp. The announcer would've gotten up and had the microphone in his hand, and started to introduce Sami Zayn to the ring. "Introducing at this time, from Montreal, Quebec, Cananda. Weighing in at 212 pounds, SAMI......ZAAAYN!"The crowd would've repeated the announcer, and then continued to cheer and sing along Sami's theme catch theme song. Sami Zayn continued walking down the ramp, but eventually ended the end of the ramp. He then started to skip to the stairs, and then started to walk on them. He grabbed the corner post, and then started to pump up the crowd, raising up his arm and grabbing onto the post at the same time. He then started to walk and skip on the apron after walking up the stairs, and then placed his foot over the second rope and then onto the bottom rope, as Zayn then hopped off the bottom rope into the ring. Sami Zayn then turned to Owens and then shoulder bumped him hard. He walked past him, and then asked for a microphone. He turned back to Owens, and then his theme would fade away. The crowd would go wild, knowing these two were former best friends, and knew this was going to be an excellent confrontation. He looked at Owens, and started to smile. He raised the microphone and started to speak. " You always had that big mouth of yours gaped wide open, huh? That's alright Kev, you and I both know that even though you have a big mouth, you're a tremendous talent to have, am I right? No, really! Even though you and I have gone through our separate ways and got into this company separately, you and I always knew we would end up here. But as for now, it wasn't YOU that was booked here tonight. For now, it's ME who was booked. So Kev, former-bud, I think you should just leave before you waste anyone else's time, because honestly Kev, all these words you're saying, don't, have, meaning. Now if you want to watch me, there's a seat right over there for you bud. [Sami Zayn would point at the announcer's table] " Zayn would drop the microphone and then continue to point to the announcer's table until Kevin Owens would've left the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:58 pm
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Backstage, Samoa Joe is seen making his way to the ring, wearing his signature black and green entrance shirt with his name on it, and carrying his signature white towel, over his shoulder. He has the face of a competitor, a real fierce competitor, ready to head down to the ring and kick some a**. He passes several people in the hallway towards the entrance curtains, and the people look scared of him. He ignores them, and he makes his way to the curtains before his music plays.
Samoa Joe's intimidating theme song begins to play in the arena, with it's slow, start. The audience cheers, knowing the history of this wrestler about to make his way to the ring. He walks out from backstage, the lights shining green throughout the arena with some yellow too. He walks down the ramp with a tank top shirt on and his normal wrestling gear on as well, he stops after walking out a good distance, giving the audience a big look and looks towards the ring and walks down the ramp, being introduced..
"And his opponent, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at 281 pounds, SAMOA, JOE!"
Joe makes his way down the ramp, to the steps. He walks up them, getting on the apron. he looks at the audience before getting in the ring. He walks to the opposite ropes and does his raise of the arm taunt. He takes his shirt off, and tosses it and his towel outside of the ring. He then glares at his opponent/waits for him to come out.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:12 pm
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