Philip Joseph [vs.] Silas Romero

Subject: Philip Joseph [vs.] Silas Romero Tue Oct 09, 2012 8:15 pm

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As the scene began rolling, the first image was of a two balled up, tatted up fists practically right up against the camera lens. As the camera panned out just a tiny bit, it was revealed that the letters across the knuckles spelled out, "STAY DOWN." The hands stayed in the camera's path for another moment or two before finally dropping away, revealing who those fists belonged to -- Silas Romero, the Knockout Supreme. It was now Silas, whom backed away from the camera a couple steps, before stopping just before he walked into a solid brick wall.

SILAS ROMERO: Stay.. Down.

Silas balled up his fists once more and stared down at the letters that filled the top parts of his fingers, just below the knuckle.

SILAS ROMERO: I could stay down after yet again failing to deliver on one of my promises here in the IWF. I mean, shit.. I was told to stay down my entire life. See..

He looked up slowly, but still leaving his fists up, right in front of his chest.

SILAS ROMERO: Despite having all the money I could, despite having everything at my finger tips.. I still didn't fit in. Everyone always assumes that when you everything, everything else is easy; everyone instantly likes you. Well, that CAN be true from time to time, but when you don't really like all the ignorant, preppy fucks that always end up around the country clubs and social gatherings.. It gets a little taxing, ya' know? Again, this is where the "stay down" comes into play. Imagine at time when the Knockout Supreme wasn't this fucking awesome. Imagine a time when I wasn't carved out of stone, ladies and gentlemen. No, when I was little.. I was weak, I was nothing. I was constantly talked down and beat up on a daily basis.. Despite my social status. That's when I discovered the world of mixed marital arts.. And it became my safe haven. No longer was I being told to stay the fuck down.. I was now the one telling motherfuckers to stay down. Then you skip a couple years.. And I take a liking to football, where I can still knock bitches and also get with the bitchy cheerleaders. See, because at this point? Your man, Silas, was starting to look good. I was slowly becoming the Knockout Specialist you see before you. Then, you skip a few years.. And I'm the center of attention, as I should have always been. But, I was still having to check those preppy little fucks left and right. The thing is, when I had finally got into wrestling after all those years of dealing with fucktards all the time.. I thought that would change. I thought maybe, just maybe.. I could finally be around people with more in common than the preppies. Sadly enough, it wasn't the case.. I'm still having to justify my actions and prove myself to each and every one of you week in and week out and quite frankly, I'm fucking sick of it.

I can't say a single fucking thing around here without it being scrutinized. I have never been in a situation where when I say I'm going to do something.. And I fail.. I have a bunch of random reporters up in my grill, wanting to know what the fuck happened. What the fuck happened? I lost, plain and fucking simple. Is that so hard to fucking understand? Yes, I am quite simply the best thing to ever step foot in an IWF ring, but even the best fall at times. But, do I stay down? Not a fucking chance. I get right back up and I move on. So what if I didn't walk away with the High Impact Championship at Fallout. Did I ever say I truly needed that belt? No. I did however say it would look tremendous around my waist. That doesn't mean I really wanted the belt to begin with. As I have said time and time again.. I don't need a championship belt to validate my career. I also don't need an undefeated record to prove that I am the best this business has to offer. All I need to do is go out to that ring and put on a fucking wrestling clinic for all those sheep that flock to the arenas around the country. Because at the end of the day, Silas Romero equals ratings! I am the main reason those sheep bring their asses to the arena. There is no need to try and dispute that claim, because each and every one of you know it's true. When my face lights up the screen, bitches scream. I am the embodiment of perfection even in a loss. The thing you people need to get through your thick fucking skulls is that Silas Romero cares not what you think of him. The only thing I care about is getting paid to go out to that ring and beat the living shit out of someone and maybe, just maybe knock him or her the fuck out. Is that so much to ask? Is that so much to understand, ladies and gentlemen? All I want to do is fight. Which would explain why Chucky Matthews brought me into the IWF as an enforcer of sorts. All I gotta do is go out to the ring, beat some people up, and look damn good while doing so. Ya'know what? I think I've done my job to a "T", don't you agree?

Silas shook his head, while letting out a few chuckles here and there.

SILAS ROMERO: But, no matter what I do.. Everyone thinks they're a critic. Everyone wants to chime in on the things I've done and the things I've said. The thing is, people are starting to say that maybe I'm a fraud and that I'm simply going to be a bust because.. Why? I've lost TWO matches here? Did people suddenly forget that I have only been in the company a couple weeks? So, as I pointed out two weeks ago.. How many people can say in their third match, they received a title shot? Did I cash in that shot successfully? Well, no. BUT! I had the opportunity to put gold around my waist in just a mere FOUR weeks of being with the company. So in the time it took the ink on my contract to fully dry, I was already being rocketed to the moon and back because I AM everything I say I am! I AM Simply the fucking Best! I AM the Knockout Supreme! And one day? I WILL become the Insurgency Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion! Not because I need to solidify myself being the best of the best.. But just because I WANT that piece of gold strapped around my waist! So, who stands before me and getting back to my winning ways? Who gets to be the next man to step up to plate, just to get knocked the fuck out?

He paused for a moment, as if he was actually trying to remember his opponents name.

SILAS ROMERO: Philip.. Joseph. You remember me of one those preppy bitches that I had to put in their place back in the day. Always going on and on and on about the shit they want, or the shit they think they deserve.. When in reality? You deserve nothing more than to have my elbow meet the bridge of your nose with the quickness and don't you worry, you'll meet it sooner than later, Phil. But, that's not even the best part -- You're doing exactly what the preppies do. You went out and you aligned yourself with a merry band of fucktards, thinking you're going to come in here and wreck shop. The thing is, you're not going to do a damn thing other than screw up a couple events and wrestle some matches. Do you truthfully think you're going to "take over the company".. Really, Phil? Really? Do you really think anyone is going to let a bunch of clowns you fucks take over a company and run it into the ground? Yep, that's totally going to happen. That's as likely as me not getting laid tonight, Phil. It just won't happen. I can walk around this corner right now and have my choice of any girl I see and it's not like they see my money when they look at me. So, basically.. I'm just that fucking awesome. You? You're the typical rich fuck who throws his money around like it's going out of style. You get play because you flaunt the money. Girls see that and it's like an instant pantie dropper. So all you're doing is going fishing with grenades.. It's just not fair. Kind of like how you had your little buddy come to the ring and breathe fire on someone you called your friend. Hell, not even that.. A man whom which you told you wouldn't even fight, because of how good of friends you are.. Empire be damned. But, in true douchey fashion.. You turned on your best friend, just so you could hang out with the "cool kids." The more I think about it.. The more you really are just like every little preppy fuck from my high school. They would turn on their family at the drop of a dime just to be considered one of the cool kids. To me, that's pretty damn pathetic if you ask me. So, come Battle Grounds, Philip.. I'm going to teach you the lesson of your life, my friend. I'm going to show you the price you have to pay to be in the in-crowd. Now, if any of your little Empire buddies come to the ring.. I can teach them a fucking lesson to. I've got knockouts for days, Philip. So, why don't you step up to the plate.. ALONE.. To see if you're truly man enough to be on this level. But, just remember one thing.. When I put you down? I want you to STAY DOWN!

With that, Silas exited the shot via stage right. Soon after, the scene faded to black.

Subject: Re: Philip Joseph [vs.] Silas Romero Wed Oct 10, 2012 3:58 pm

The scene opens up to Philip's match at Battle Grounds.

Baron jumps on the ring apron as Philip and him start arguing back and forth with Philip getting in Baron's face while he just smirks at him. While this is going on John has a very confused look on his face as he stands there watching the two men bicker at each other.

Matt - This is getting out of hand.

Rick - I agree.

John finally has heard enough and moves toward Philip and Baron, suddenly Philip drops down as Baron pulls out a lighter and flips the switch before spitting out some liquid that immedatly catches fire as it passes through the flame. The fire hits John right in the face and causes him to fall down on the campus.

Rick- HOLY SHIT DID BARON JUST BREATH FIRE!?!?

Matt - I told you he's the new Corey, spitting flames just like Bowser!!

Philip looks over at John with a clever smile as he moves in and covers him while Baron laughes and jumps off the apron, the ref counts the pin.

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[Ding Ding Ding]

The ref rings the bell.

Rick - What the fuck just happend?

Matt - Philip just pinned his best friend......dude this is trippy.

Heather Thompson - Here's your winner, Philip Joseph!

Rick - I don't get this.......

Matt - Me either.

Baron slides into the ring as Philip gets back up, they both stare at John. He nods to Philip who moves from one side of the rope and does a Phoenix Splash on John crushing him.

Rick - Champagne Supernova!

Matt - On his best friend!!

Philip gets back up and him and Baron exchange glances and smiles. They then move in with a firm handshake that tells the story as the fans shower them with boos and jeers. The two get to the back and Baron heads off to get ready for his match. Philip heads into his locker room.

PJ: Wow what the hell was John thinking, Did he really think I was going to back down and not fight him? That kid is so gullible to think I would do such a thing. He always says he would cripple his own family if it meant it would get him what he got. Well John I got what I wanted and you were just in my way. So the way I look at it you can't even be upset. I just beat you to the punch. Lets face it, one of us was going to screw the other over sooner or later. I mean I got an offer I couldn't refuse John. While I am climbing to the top you will still be sitting at the bottom looking up, wishing you were here.

Ah it feels good to finally separate myself from John, all he would of done was weigh me down. And the funny thing is he never seen it coming. He actually thought I was going to fight Baron and what happens he catches a fire ball to the face.

PJ: John you have fun healing up from that fire ball to the face. I have bigger fish to fry then to sit here and worry about you. You need to get on my level and maybe we can talk again. But until that day comes you have fun kissing the boots of guys like myself.

The scene fades to black as Philip begins to undress.

SCENE 2:

The scene opens up and we see a White Bentley Phantom pulling into the arena. The driver gets out and opens the back door and out comes Philip Joseph wearing a black Armani suit with his gator shoes and his Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. He reaches into the car and grabs his bags, he then turns and heads inside to hit locker room.

PJ: So everyone wants to hate on me for the way I treated my so called friend John last week. Well you know what there are no friends in the business. Its all about who you know and if an opportunity presents itself to move yourself up in the company you jump at it. I don't care what any of you have to say. I know what I did and I did it to better myself not let my career get dragged down by a bottom feeder.

Did I make the right choice? Can I trust Corey? I am 100% sure I made the right choice, forget what everyone else keeps saying. I will become a Champion here and no one can stop me.

Philip drops his bags and grabs a glass of Champagne.

PJ: Last week I made a statement by flipping on Tolly and this week I will make another statement by Eliminating Silas. He wants to walk around like he is gods gift to women. He says he doesn't have to throw around his money to get pussy, but I mean come on lets be real. Silas the only way your getting laid is if your at the whore house.

Philip unbuttons his shirt to show off his amazing chiseled abs.
Philip Joseph [vs.] Silas Romero Chiseled-abs

Philip Joseph [vs.] Silas Romero Chiseled-abs

PJ: Silas you say the only way I am getting laid is by flaunting my money around. Are you fucking kidding me? I mean look at my abs they are that of pure perfection. So no I don't have to flaunt my money for pussy. They come flocking to me, I mean just ask your mom she hit me up last night.

Philip laughs at the comment about Silas's mom.

PJ: You wanna call me the preppy kid in high school. Well news flash for you. I wasn't born into money , I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I had to fight for everything I ever wanted. Do you know how it feels to have to raise yourself from the age of 13? No I don't think so. Have you lost both of your parents? Prolly not, so to say that I was the preppy kid in high school is very irrelevant here. I grew up in the slums of Detroit the son of drug addicted parents, and soon after there death I was running with gangs. I never went to the fancy schools or anything like that. So next time do some research before you go running your mouth.

God I miss them so much, I wish they were still here so I could make em proud. I am sure they are proud of me as they are looking down watching and guiding me through the trials and tribulations of life.

PJ: Silas this week you will get to see what this so called “Preppy Boy” can do to you. See your fate has been sealed ever since you wanted to open up that big mouth of yours. I don't need anyone's help to beat you. I won't be bringing anyone from The Empire with me, I am going to show you how a real man fights. But you might want to recruit someone to help you out. Because after I am finished with you they're going to have to haul you off on a stretcher. No one can save you come Battle Grounds. You may want to second guess yourself next time you want to go around running your mouth about a man you have no idea about.

Philip shakes his head as he reaches into his gym bag and grabs a yellow gatorade.

PJ:Silas just remember, I am the Future, I am the Champagne Superstar and your not even close to being on my level.

Philip walks out of his locker room and heads to the parking lot as the scene fades to black.

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