Classic vs. Omen vs. Tarantino

[Ben Zenith]

FTW Extreme/NEW Internet/NBA Television Title Unification Match.


Sean Classic © vs. Saint Omen© vs. Anthony Tarantino©

[Anthony Tarantino]

*The scene opens up with a shot of Anthony Tarantino sitting in the diodonofrio café eating a sandwich. He puts it down on the table once the camera gets closer.*

The weather changes out there like crazy. One day it’s freezing cold, the next day it’s 60 degrees. I don’t know what to wear when im walking out of my house. Last night I went on the NBA site and found out that im having a pretty big match this week. It’s a triple threat to unify three major titles.

Of course im representing the FTW promotion and my title is up for grabs. The most extreme title in the land and im facing two guys who I feel.....cant even match up to me when it comes to accomplishment.

First off is Sean Classic. Sean’s a.....uh....I don’t know too much about him so I can be an asshole and say right from the start that he stands no fucking chance....but im not. Im gonna give him some credit and say that he earned his belt. He is a champ...sure it’s a garbage title but he does have some gold.

Omen....what can I say about this piece of shit?

I have beaten this mutt about 30 times in my career and he bores the shit out of me. Im just so fucking sick of him and wrestling him. Each and every time he proves to be even more of a worthless scum bag.

*Ant calls*

Ant: Hey waiter!

Waiter: Yo!

Ant: Check

Waiter: Coming right up....

*Ant turns his attention back to the camera.*

This wont even be a match....it’s a domination. And you can bank on it.

*The scene fades out.*

[~Omen~]

*The scene opens up with Omen, lying on his couch, listening to the rain falling hard on the pavement outside and his Apartment Patio. He stares off into space, listening intently when his cell phone rings on his coffee table. Without looking, Omen reaches over and answers.*

Omen- Hello?

*A moment of silence*

Omen- Yeah, I'll get on that. Thanks for the heads up.

*Omen hangs up and places the phone back on the coffee table. Omen sighs and sits up, leans back on his couch, and puts his feet on his coffee table, resting them on a Magazine.*

Somebody finally opened their mouths. I was expecting Classic to, but I can always count on you, Ant, to talk cheap trash. But you only said one thing that was sane and appropriate, you commented on the weather! And as you may have seen, Its 60 degrees, its Pouring, and just 2 days ago there was snow on the ground and everyone was bundled in covers! And not only is the weather crazy, but this match is too. 3 titles that have defined all 3 of us. Well you two, I won the NEW Internet title in my debut, y'all had your titles before I came here. But I bet those shiny titles rose you two up mighty high on some chart. Sean having the NBA World Television title, Ant having the FTW Extreme title, and myself having the NEW Internet title, all being unified because its better to have NBA not to Co-exist with FTW and NEW. Now I don't blame management, I think that it's a smart idea. And with this hectic match, which I think will be real eye candy for fans, It's definitely going to take one of us somewhere....

Sean Classic, I never thought you were the quiet type. You haven't said a word. Are you scared of the tough competition? Are you afraid that you'll lose the NBA World Television title? I'm not scared, I'm thrilled, I'm excited that I'm in a 3 way bout to unify the title that I hold proudly. And even though the name changes, the look changes, Its my title and that won't change! Your NBA title will be around my waist. And I know that your going to put up a fight for it, but your outnumbered dude, and with Ant and I as your threats, you better speak up and defend your title.

*Omen smirks*

Now onto Ant. And I know just a little bit ago I shot on you, but that's nothing. Your predictable. You talk trash, endless amounts of it! It's like you waste your time on the computer looking up insults just to say to me. Usually trash talking takes you nowhere but downhill, but surprisingly you have a title around your waist! Congrats, too bad it's not going to be there after our match. And what's even more surprising is the name of the title! It's the Extreme title, and last I checked, Italians aren't extreme. Italian food isn't extreme. Little Italy isn't extreme. And the Diodonofrio Café definitely isn't extreme. What do you do there? Sip coffee, read a paper, converse in a short conversation with the teenage waiter? That's nothing. The name of that title should be the FTW give-it-away-to-whoever-asks Title, because that's best fitting when your holding it! But you shouldn't worry about the name, because it wouldn't fit on the title, and you won't be holding it for long. The True FTW Extreme, The NEW Internet, and the NBA World Television Title is here! The Patron Saint of Punk is the new Champion! And why do you ask I bet? It's because Blessings Happen in Disguise! And for you two, it's not a good blessing.

*Omen puts his feet of the coffee table and gets off of the couch and walks away. Cameras fade.*

[Sean Classic]

It's about 2:00 P.M. The scene opens in downtown Brooklyn, at the all new "Sean Classic Center". Sean Classic is seen exiting his white HumVee stretch limo with his date, Jenna Jameson. He is the guest of honor at a party thrown by Jay Z and Beyonce Knowles. He is dressed casually in his designer jeans, Puma athletic jacket and white Nike sneakers along with a white Yankees cap. He is wearing expensive Oakley sunglasses and is blinged out in gold jewelry. He of course has his NBA World Television Championship resting upon his left shoulder. The paparrazi is at hand, along with several reporters. As Sean is walking, he is stopped by one of the reporters.

Reporter: What do you think about Britney Spears?

Sean: The bitch is crazy.

Reporter: Who will be the next President of the United States?

Sean: You're looking at him.

Reporter: One more question please. Anything to say to your two opponents next week? The match is a three way to unify the FTW Extreme title, the NEW Internet title, and your NBA World Television Title. Your opponents have already promoed sir. Well...if you could call it that.

Sean: Hold it right there. I do have something to say.

Reporter: Great.

The Reporter pulls in the microphone closer, while a camera zooms in on the Television Champ.

Sean: You know, originally I wasn't going to say anything derogatory against my opponents, but this time around I said...Fuck it. First of all Omen, I talk whenever I am damn good and ready to talk. And before you get too excited, I earned my belt by beating one of the best in Ethan Everhart. Who did you beat? Two nameless jokes that I don't even see around here anymore. So don't talk to me about "tough competition". I had to go through hell to get this title, so don't think that two little jokers like yourselves are going to come into the Air Canada Center to take away what belongs to me. I never underestimate my opponents, but I certainly never overestimate them either.

Reporter: Okay, but how about...

Sean: Shush! The champ ain't done talking.

Reporter: Sorry.

Sean: Anthony, the only garbage titles I see are around the waists of Omen and yourself. Just look at the names of our titles genius. FTW Extreme Title? NEW Internet Title? The real title that is up for grabs is mine, the NBA "WORLD" Television Title. Did you get that, or do I have to repeat it to you slowly? My title is in the "World" title family. There is more history in this one belt, than both of your belts combined. The reason they are putting this match together is because FTW and NEW is now dead. Dead, like your hopes of ever defeating me.

If you even want to stand in the same ring with me, you better get your acts together and promo harder than the garbage I have been hearing from you two. If you want to know how hard I play, ask anyone who's ever faced me. Ask Natural, ask Ben Zenith, ask somebody if you don't know, cause if not, you're going to find out the hard way why I'm Sean Classic and the two of you are....whatever.

I know what you're thinking. "Oh, that Sean Classic is pissing me off!" GOOD! Maybe next time I'll start things off so that I can get a better reaction from the both of you. When I saw my name next to you two losers, I thought to myself, "What the fuck is this?" I'm wrestling in Main Events one minute, and now I'm wrestling a retard and a reject! God help me, I'm outnumbered by two guys that have no hope of getting laid, much less any hope of taking MY title! If you're going to talk trash, give me your best fucking shot! At least get an acting coach so that you can sound realistic, cause I'm not feeling it boys! If not, don't even show up to the ring next week. Just save yourselves the embarrassment. I hope one of you become inspired enough to give me a challenge. I'm tired of these half ass promos. Say what you mean and mean what you say.

They're going to call this a rant, because they wish they had enough brain cells to think of something else to say. But that's okay, cause I have more where this came from. I'm out of here, call me when you got something else better to say.

Jenna: Oh Sean, I now it's like 65 degrees today, but I'm still cold.

Sean: Don't worry Jenna, I'll warm you up real soon.

Sean looks over at the reporter.

Sean: Any other questions?

Reporter: Nope, I'm good

Jenna: Thank goodness.

Sean: Then if you'll excuse me...

The scene fades as Sean enters the building with his date.

[~Omen~]

OOC: lol...all of our promos mention how f'ed up the weather is..