Post by "Hollywood" Howie Banks on Jun 9, 2007 14:59:58 GMT -5
At a local city gym in Huntington, Indiana... "Hollywood" Howie Banks and his new found bodyguard, Jeeves... Begin to train a little bit for his upcoming in ring debut match for WCW Saturday Night Wrestling. Both men are inside of a wrestling ring inside of the gym at the Banks residence as "Hollywood" Howie Banks gets set and begins to test his skills to see if he has what it takes to make it in the business still. As he begins to run the ropes and stretch, his sparring partner comes walking into the room and enters the ring. Howie can't help but notice the size difference between himself and his sparring partner that his bodyguard, Jeeves had set up for him. He begins to laugh aloud as his sparring partner just looks out of the ring and ignores his ignorance. Jeeves continues to watch as Howie Banks laughs hysterically. He finally cuts in and says something...
Jeeves: "Umm ... is there a problem?"
Howie tries to stop himself from laughing and does for a quick couple of seconds until he looks back at his sparring partner and begins to laugh some more...
Jeeves: "Who sh*t in your cornflakes this morning?"
Howie takes a deep breath and begins to concentrate on not laughing anymore. He finally becomes serious and replies back to his bodyguard.
Banks: "Where did you find this guy, dude?"
Banks shakes his head with disappointment.
Jeeves: "I don't know... he's some local."
Jeeves shrugs...
Banks: "Some what? Local jobber?"
Banks begins to laugh even more as the sparring partner comes walking up to Howie Banks face to face... Howie takes notice and then turns his laughing face into his pissed off his facial expression.
Banks: "Excuse me...Can I help you?"
The sparring partner pokes his shoulder back as Banks cannot believe it. He then replies back with a shove as he pushes him back into his corner.
Banks: "Don't you ever touch me again!"
Banks goes after him but Rodriguez gets in front of him to stop him from molesting, raping, or killing the poor guy.
Banks: "Get off of me!"
He pushes Jeeves off of him and then backs off into his own corner again. Howie Banks now begins to speak aloud over to his sparring partner, Jake "The Twiggy Alien Man."
Banks: "You stay in your d**n corner until I tell you otherwise! I am the money around here, and you are my b*tch!"
He walks up to him and gets into his face...
Banks: "Do you see these?"
He points to his muscles...
Banks: "They are muscles, and they are what make me as strong as I am. You will never ever have muscles like this in your whole entire life, and why is that?"
He pauses.
Banks: "Because you're a nobody and nothing but a d**n loser!"
He pushes his face back as he walks back out of the corner and begins to speak some more.
Banks: "Do you know who I am a$$-wipe?"
He points to his chest...
Banks: "I am the former greatest movie-star of all time. Better then The Rock, better then Stone Cold Steve Austin, better then Triple H, better then Kane, better then Sylvester Stallone or Jean Claude Van Damme, I am the greatest of all time - period!"
He starts to lose his cool and can tell so he takes a deep breath and regroups.
Banks: "Let's get one thing straight. You never get in my face, okay? I'm "Hollywood" Howie Banks. I've got the brains, the muscles, the skills, and the sex appeal. I am one of a kind and there is nobody and I mean NOBODY who is more dominating in this industry then me, do you got that? Huh? Do ya?!"
He steps back now as Rodriguez calms him down. After that, Jeeves begins to speak again...
Jeeves: "Okay man, I am glad you got that all out. Not just for this sorry f*ck but also for your opponent this week on WCW Saturday Night Wrestling"
Howie Banks looks right into his bodyguard's eyes...
Banks: "Who am I facing?"
He licks his lips as he can't wait to know.
Jeeves: "Well, it's a Television Title tournament match..."
Howie waits for the real news... a name...
Jeeves: "And your opponent is Alex Shelley"
"Hollywood" Howie Banks begins to look a bit confused...
Banks: "Who?"
Jeeves shrugs his shoulders again.
Banks: "I have no clue who that is."
Jeeves nods agreeingly...
Banks: "Oh well, probably just some other flavor of the week."
Banks smirks...
Jeeves: "Kind of like your mom?"
Banks looks straight into the eyes of Jeeves and stares with an angry look on his face...
Banks: "I don't f*cking think so!"
Howie clenches his fist and continues on...
Banks: "I'm the juggernaut, the man around here... The Phenomenal One, the star... the real deal, I am bigger then cornflakes, bran flakes, wheeties, hell.. I'm bigger then porno and playboy for god sakes..."
He taunts and does a holy stance...
Banks: "I'm not being thingyy or over confident, I'm just telling it like it is. Whether you people like it or don't, you all come to see me in action..."
Jeeves begins to lean over towards the sparring partner's way as Banks continues to ramble on...
Banks: "Anyways, is there a scouting report?"
Banks looks at Jeeves who isn't paying attention.
Banks: "Hey ass clown! I said is there a scouting report on this Alex Shelley punk?"
He walks towards Jeeves who responds...
Jeeves: "Yeah, there is, but not much of one..."
Jeeves has a sheet of paper in his hand as he begins to read it off to his client - "Hollywood" Howie Banks.
Jeeves: "Well let's see here... He's about 5 foot 10, 215 pounds... He's from Detroit, Michigan..."
He begins to mumble a bit going past information that obviously doesn't matter. He finally comes across something's that are of interest to the future WCW Television Champion - Howie Banks...
Jeeves: "Ahh, here we are! Something that's worth using..."
He pauses.
Banks: "What is it?"
Howie looks impatient as Jeeves finally spills his guts about it...
Jeeves: "It says his finisher's name is, The Shellshock..."
Howie Banks looks at Jeeves in disbelief as he reads the sheet himself...
Banks: "Holy nuts, it is..."
He is shocked as he begins to laugh a little. He then responds to that...
Banks: "What a name eh? The Shellshock... Hmm..."
He ponders for a few seconds until he comes up with something clever and witty to say...
Banks: "What kind of fruit-cake bastard has a finisher named The Shellshock.. like come on, that's quite homo, don't ya think?"
He looks over to the sparring partner for his advice for once but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention. Banks takes notice and rushes over to him as he picks him up and chucks him over the top ropes and onto the outside gym floor from the ring. He then puts his focus back onto his match...
Banks: "That's what's going to happen to you soon enough, Mr. Shelley"
He smirks as Jeeves reads some more important information for him...
Jeeves: "Apparently if you lose this match..."
Before he can continue, Howie Banks reassures him...
Banks: "Lose? First off... that's not even in the question, Jeeves... and you d**n well know it!"
Jeeves whistles as he goes on...
Jeeves: "Anywhooo, since you didn't let me finish... if you WERE to lose this match, you will be eliminated from the tournament."
Banks: "So that means I must win here?"
Jeeves shakes his head in agreement...
Banks: "I get it... well, I hope for everybody's sake in this tournament, and definitely Alex Shelley's... that he's ready to be taken to his limits...
Banks begins think to himself as he has these final words...
Banks: "Either way, does it really matter? I mean, I'm going to advance on into this tournament and then just keep winning and advancing until I am the king of the mountain... until I am the number 1 man around here, until I get the respect I deserve... and most definitely until I hold the WCW Television Championship belt around my waist. It's just a matter of time. Everybody has to understand that unlike them, I'm not good but great, and something they also need to do, is well... f*ck right off, because I've got work to do... and a lot of business to take care of today... showbusiness, that is..."
He winks as he begins to wrestle with Jeeves a bit who tries to push him away. The scene then fades...to...black...
[/color]Jeeves: "Umm ... is there a problem?"
Howie tries to stop himself from laughing and does for a quick couple of seconds until he looks back at his sparring partner and begins to laugh some more...
Jeeves: "Who sh*t in your cornflakes this morning?"
Howie takes a deep breath and begins to concentrate on not laughing anymore. He finally becomes serious and replies back to his bodyguard.
Banks: "Where did you find this guy, dude?"
Banks shakes his head with disappointment.
Jeeves: "I don't know... he's some local."
Jeeves shrugs...
Banks: "Some what? Local jobber?"
Banks begins to laugh even more as the sparring partner comes walking up to Howie Banks face to face... Howie takes notice and then turns his laughing face into his pissed off his facial expression.
Banks: "Excuse me...Can I help you?"
The sparring partner pokes his shoulder back as Banks cannot believe it. He then replies back with a shove as he pushes him back into his corner.
Banks: "Don't you ever touch me again!"
Banks goes after him but Rodriguez gets in front of him to stop him from molesting, raping, or killing the poor guy.
Banks: "Get off of me!"
He pushes Jeeves off of him and then backs off into his own corner again. Howie Banks now begins to speak aloud over to his sparring partner, Jake "The Twiggy Alien Man."
Banks: "You stay in your d**n corner until I tell you otherwise! I am the money around here, and you are my b*tch!"
He walks up to him and gets into his face...
Banks: "Do you see these?"
He points to his muscles...
Banks: "They are muscles, and they are what make me as strong as I am. You will never ever have muscles like this in your whole entire life, and why is that?"
He pauses.
Banks: "Because you're a nobody and nothing but a d**n loser!"
He pushes his face back as he walks back out of the corner and begins to speak some more.
Banks: "Do you know who I am a$$-wipe?"
He points to his chest...
Banks: "I am the former greatest movie-star of all time. Better then The Rock, better then Stone Cold Steve Austin, better then Triple H, better then Kane, better then Sylvester Stallone or Jean Claude Van Damme, I am the greatest of all time - period!"
He starts to lose his cool and can tell so he takes a deep breath and regroups.
Banks: "Let's get one thing straight. You never get in my face, okay? I'm "Hollywood" Howie Banks. I've got the brains, the muscles, the skills, and the sex appeal. I am one of a kind and there is nobody and I mean NOBODY who is more dominating in this industry then me, do you got that? Huh? Do ya?!"
He steps back now as Rodriguez calms him down. After that, Jeeves begins to speak again...
Jeeves: "Okay man, I am glad you got that all out. Not just for this sorry f*ck but also for your opponent this week on WCW Saturday Night Wrestling"
Howie Banks looks right into his bodyguard's eyes...
Banks: "Who am I facing?"
He licks his lips as he can't wait to know.
Jeeves: "Well, it's a Television Title tournament match..."
Howie waits for the real news... a name...
Jeeves: "And your opponent is Alex Shelley"
"Hollywood" Howie Banks begins to look a bit confused...
Banks: "Who?"
Jeeves shrugs his shoulders again.
Banks: "I have no clue who that is."
Jeeves nods agreeingly...
Banks: "Oh well, probably just some other flavor of the week."
Banks smirks...
Jeeves: "Kind of like your mom?"
Banks looks straight into the eyes of Jeeves and stares with an angry look on his face...
Banks: "I don't f*cking think so!"
Howie clenches his fist and continues on...
Banks: "I'm the juggernaut, the man around here... The Phenomenal One, the star... the real deal, I am bigger then cornflakes, bran flakes, wheeties, hell.. I'm bigger then porno and playboy for god sakes..."
He taunts and does a holy stance...
Banks: "I'm not being thingyy or over confident, I'm just telling it like it is. Whether you people like it or don't, you all come to see me in action..."
Jeeves begins to lean over towards the sparring partner's way as Banks continues to ramble on...
Banks: "Anyways, is there a scouting report?"
Banks looks at Jeeves who isn't paying attention.
Banks: "Hey ass clown! I said is there a scouting report on this Alex Shelley punk?"
He walks towards Jeeves who responds...
Jeeves: "Yeah, there is, but not much of one..."
Jeeves has a sheet of paper in his hand as he begins to read it off to his client - "Hollywood" Howie Banks.
Jeeves: "Well let's see here... He's about 5 foot 10, 215 pounds... He's from Detroit, Michigan..."
He begins to mumble a bit going past information that obviously doesn't matter. He finally comes across something's that are of interest to the future WCW Television Champion - Howie Banks...
Jeeves: "Ahh, here we are! Something that's worth using..."
He pauses.
Banks: "What is it?"
Howie looks impatient as Jeeves finally spills his guts about it...
Jeeves: "It says his finisher's name is, The Shellshock..."
Howie Banks looks at Jeeves in disbelief as he reads the sheet himself...
Banks: "Holy nuts, it is..."
He is shocked as he begins to laugh a little. He then responds to that...
Banks: "What a name eh? The Shellshock... Hmm..."
He ponders for a few seconds until he comes up with something clever and witty to say...
Banks: "What kind of fruit-cake bastard has a finisher named The Shellshock.. like come on, that's quite homo, don't ya think?"
He looks over to the sparring partner for his advice for once but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention. Banks takes notice and rushes over to him as he picks him up and chucks him over the top ropes and onto the outside gym floor from the ring. He then puts his focus back onto his match...
Banks: "That's what's going to happen to you soon enough, Mr. Shelley"
He smirks as Jeeves reads some more important information for him...
Jeeves: "Apparently if you lose this match..."
Before he can continue, Howie Banks reassures him...
Banks: "Lose? First off... that's not even in the question, Jeeves... and you d**n well know it!"
Jeeves whistles as he goes on...
Jeeves: "Anywhooo, since you didn't let me finish... if you WERE to lose this match, you will be eliminated from the tournament."
Banks: "So that means I must win here?"
Jeeves shakes his head in agreement...
Banks: "I get it... well, I hope for everybody's sake in this tournament, and definitely Alex Shelley's... that he's ready to be taken to his limits...
Banks begins think to himself as he has these final words...
Banks: "Either way, does it really matter? I mean, I'm going to advance on into this tournament and then just keep winning and advancing until I am the king of the mountain... until I am the number 1 man around here, until I get the respect I deserve... and most definitely until I hold the WCW Television Championship belt around my waist. It's just a matter of time. Everybody has to understand that unlike them, I'm not good but great, and something they also need to do, is well... f*ck right off, because I've got work to do... and a lot of business to take care of today... showbusiness, that is..."
He winks as he begins to wrestle with Jeeves a bit who tries to push him away. The scene then fades...to...black...