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Post by PANGAEA on May 21, 2015 20:31:50 GMT
 -v-  [Single Match]Giovanni Moriello vs. Trashcan Sam |
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Post by Trashcan Sam on May 28, 2015 17:30:41 GMT
A dumpster sitting out back behind the wrestling venue in Moscow, Russia. Your Hobo Hero Ol’Sammy is eating a sammich he got from the dirty hippie Canadian chick at the hostel he stayed at the previous night. Rabbit food, it was, but free food, is free food. He’s got his backpack full of stuff, and somehow he’s wrangled a shopping cart even in Moscow and has a bunch of stuff piled in it. He’s gently rocking the cart back and forth with his foot while he sits on the dumpster lid. He’s humming tunelessly to himself. He notices the camera crew, and waves them over excitedly.
Trashcan Sam: `Ello friends! Welcome ta the place where I’ll be punchin’ a dude in the face! Well not this dumpster a’piscifically but in the buil’in’ behind me I will. POW right in the kisser! Know what I mean?
Sam throws a playful right cross towards the camera which causes a piece of lettuce to fall from the sandwich, The Trashcan Man deftly catches the lettuce with his foot and kicks it back into his mouth with an amount of foot-body control that many an amateur soccer player would envy.
Sam: Yeah, y’all do. Y’all know exactally what I mean. Now I don’t hold no ill will at Mr. Gio. None at all, he’s just a guy, like me, that’s tryin’ to go out there and entertain the homely people of the Former Soviet Union. Ol’Sammy finds that to be damn admirable, and I ain’t gonna lie Gio he can fly. The fans are in for a show once we get out there and start doin’ our thing.
Hard hittin’, high flyin’, death defying action as far as the eye can see! It’s going to be one for the ages, kiddos. Now sadly there can be only one winner, well, I mean the fans will also win, because they got to see a great show, but in the match up there can be only one winner.
And from what I gather from the increased portions of foods I got after my match last show was that winners get more food…
Sam’s eyes get wide, and brighten up.
Sam: ...MORE, Gio. You understand? Now I don’t know nothin’ about where you come from, or where did you go, or if you are or ain’t Cotton Eyed Joe, but there’s mac and cheese on the line here, friend.
It’s got little hot dogs in it.
Hot dogs.
And for that, your high flying act is gonna end up like the Grayson’s, with a tragic life altering fall.
Sam crosses himself and lowers his head a little bit.
Now don’t worry Robin, ya ain’t gonna die, other than the little bit inside ya when you can’t eat no mac and cheese with weiners in it, and ya can go out and fight another day, and I look forward to seein’ your future successes out there in the big wide wrestlin’ world. But this week, ain’t your week.
Sam smiles a wide grin as the camera fades but audio is still rolling.
V/O Sam: OH! I should get a bucket! To put the Mac in!
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 23:44:44 GMT
The nonchalant rain fell from the heavens as the cameras faded into the exterior misty dark scene. The skies were dark and the only light sources came from the natural moonlight which beckoned and the dimly lit lamppost. Emerging from the mist was a figure; of a small size however approached the camera with his head held high and hos stance positive. The man came closer and closer, further emerging into the light however still, due to the fog he wasn't visible.
"I'm not expected to win."
The man stated, with his voice becoming much more recognizable to the camera crew and viewers. He further emerged into the light whilst speaking:
"But then again I wasn't expected to win last time, but I did. I'm never expected to win and when I do, it all comes as a big shock, a massive surprise! I'm repeatedly presented as the underdog that in actual fact, the fans route for but they dont actually believe he is going to prosper. Sure they cheer my name but they don't believe. And they have no reason to believe.. but I'll give them one. The expectations are low from me, and I like that, because I love to contradict the expectations. I like to change the minds of the viewers and the roster, and management. It's something I've done very well over the last few years."
Once finishing his sentence the man stepped further towards the camera and now, he became recognizable; it was Pangaea Wrestling roster member, Giovanni Moriello. Gios face remained vacant as his eyes were fixated on the camera, dressed in an all black attire with wrist tape around both hands and wrists, indicating he was either going to workout or just finished one.
"Moscow, Russia - the next location of my Pangaea pro wrestling career, the next chapter. And I'm against a man who is favorites to win our encounter names Trashcan Sam. Yes, his name is actually Trashcan Sam. Trashcan Sam."
He repeated his name, sounding astounded the second time round as he smiled sarcastically at the camera.
Now I could come up with a load of smart lines, about how I'm going to take Trashcan Sam down to the garbage! Or I could tell you how I'm going treat him how he should be treated, like trash! Or I could say that Trashcan Sam is just pure trash when it comes to his wrestling ability. But he's not. I know this and I'm sure as hell you know this too, because he has proved that he isn't garbage at all.
He's proved his worth and thats why he's got so much predictions in his favor. I mean half the roster are believing he's honestly going to whoop my ass."
He paused, a smirk appearing on his lips.
And I've still got a lot to prove. I have a lot to do in order to climb the ladder and I'm looking forward to it, Trashcan Sam is merely and obstacle and just like any obstacle, I will overcome. I'm sure as hell not going to underestimate the man. I don't underestimate any of my opponents. I go into every mat h with the same mindset and Trashcan Sam is no different.
Sam is just another obstacle that I'm going to have to overcome on my journey to the top of Pangaea wrestling. There's a lot on the line here. Whilst Sam has got food on the line, we both have wins to uphold, but I've also got something to prove, that I belong. All my life I have been outcasted because of my height.
I wasn't tall enough for the football team. I wasn't popular enough for the track team, and I wasn't hot enough to be invited to all the cool parties! I didn't have the image to be world heavyweight champ.. I didn't have the modelling contract or the flashy cars, or the fancy lifestyle. I was out casted and labeled as a an inbetweener.. And now, I'm representing the inbetweeners and showing the world that we do belong. I belong in professional wrestling. I belong in Pangaea."
Once again he paused, nodding his head towards the camera as a smile emerged from his lips.
"Show by show I'll continue to rise. Show by show I'll continue to prove. And show by show I'll continue to contradict. Trashcan Sam, I bid you good luck in our encounter. You're going to need it."
A thunderous bang roared from the heavens as Giovanni finished his sentence. He looked up at the skies, allowing the rain to fall upon his face whilst the scene faded out and cut to black.
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