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| Howard Thompson | Jan 1 2008, 09:33 PM Post #1 |
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"Sweeeeeeeeeet Hoooooooooooome Alaaaaaaaaaaaaabama!" The words of one, "Hollywood" Howie Banks who begins to sing the song "Sweet Home Alabama" By Lynard Skynard, obviously quite happy about something. He continues to sing... "Where the skies are so bluuuuuuue!" He stops singing as he turns the radio off in the back of his big long black stretch limousine. "Hardcore Champion... I told you it sounded good." He smiles. "I look good, I feel great and I am the NEW sVo Hardcore Champion!" He wore a smile that most men usually had after you know what... This was all thanks to becoming the Hardcore Champion, some thing he knew he could accomplish with determination and heart. "This title win has really made me happy..." He stops speaking for a few seconds as he puts his head up in the limo and looks to the roof. He then takes a long deep breath before speaking aloud after placing his head down to where it was before. "First I'd like to thank everyone who believed in me..." He takes a short pause. "Without all my fans who love me so very much, I wouldn't of been able to do this." He begins to laugh a bit before smirking. He continues to practice what he is going to say at the press conference he is booked in just a few days at the Goodfella's Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada to represent the company to promote the up coming pay-per-view against Hostility Wrestling. The pay-per-view is called Hostile Violence, both the Hostile Wrestling Federation and the Sanctioned Violence Organisation will go head to head and "Hollywood" Howie Banks is going to be one of the main men involved. "I could go on and on and on for days, but I don't..." He stops speaking once again as he continues to look out the window. "Limo driver, stop!" All of a sudden the limousine he is in stops in the middle of nowhere, or in other words ... bum fuck nowhere. Howie opens the door and steps out as the sidewalk is full of garbage and dirt as Banks sees a man that has a somewhat muscular body walking away from the area he is standing in. He begins to shout... "Hey dude!!!" He screams aloud as the man does not hear him, instead he just keeps walking off. Howie is unsure of what to really do now as he just gets back into his limo and closes the door. The driver looks back at Banks who is staring down at his feet. "Just drive..." The limo driver looks confused and shakes his head but takes the orders from everybody's favorite white boy, the NEW sVo Hardcore Champion, "Hollywood" Howie Banks. "I thought that was someone I knew... Or well, wanted to know." He sighs. "The search is on to find me a new bodyguard, but this time a real one." He takes a sip of his glass of champagne as he then places it back down in his cup holder tray. "Stevo was right... I should of kept my family and bodyguard around. At least Jeeves anyways." He begins to think in his head as the driver continues to drive towards Las Vegas from Hollywood where Howie was staying at his mansion house in California. "I'll focus on that a little later, for now let's get down to business with Showdown this week..." He reads a piece of paper given to him by the front office of the sVo offices that have what will be going down this week on Showdown in regards to wrestling matches. The paper reads that "Hollywood" Howie Banks has been booked in a HUGE eight man tag team match with partners, Jay Wildman, Johnny All Star, Psyko Stevo and himself to take on none other than Spring Heeled Jack, Orlando Fox, Joey Peyton and Mike Polowy. When he reads off Mike Polowy's name last, he smiles... "Excellent." He flexes his two hands together imitating Mister Burns off of the cartoon hit show, The Simpsons. "I wonder if Stevo knows about this yet..." Howie quickly takes his cell phone out from his coat pocket he is wearing and begins to dial Psyko Stevo's number. It begins to ring... and ring... and ring... and ring... and ring... and there's no answer. "Damn it!" He shouts aloud as the limo driver looks in the rear view mirror at him, wondering what in the world is up with him lately. "That's alright, I'll leave a message." BEEP "Yo Stevo, it's your favorite white boy... You know, the Hardcore Champion... Any who... This week we are teamed up dude, to take on Mike Polowy and some other curtain jerker's, I just thought I'd let you know if you didn't know already, anyways... give me a call back when you get the chance, we need to catch up on some stuff." Those were the words of "Hollywood" Howie Banks message left to Psyko Stevo. He flipped his phone back off and placed it into his jacket once again. The limo driver continued to drive off down the road as Banks had these final words to express aloud. "Orlando Fox... beat you last week for the gold, Joey Peyton... returned and lost, Spring Heeled Jack... Not even in my league, Mike Polowy..." He paused, thinking up something clever to say to the sVo World Champion. "The odds are against you this time. You can't and won't escape. As for my partners, if you meet me half way in this match for one night only, I'll meet you the rest of the way" He begins to laugh hysterically as the last thing shown is the back end of the limousine. Fade out. |
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