Post by Sketch Kid on Aug 17, 2010 13:10:22 GMT -5
The Hardcore Games has everybody in the arena in a jolly mood. People in the audience are holding souvenirs of dented chairs and broken tables that had been tossed into the crowd after use. Wanting the night to continue with it’s exciting pace the crowd begins to chant for the next match to begin which is between Vladimir Strife and Bud Whiser. Killing the moment as usual “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco blares over the P.A. system as Reeves emerges from behind the velvety red curtains dressed in an expensive suit.
“Oh come on! This night was going so well and now this guy has to show up to kill the moment.”
“Don’t hate, appreciate that you’re in the presence of this man. He’s a former tag team champion, the current television champion, and was voted the rising star of 2009. This guy is the whole package and still has a long way to go in his career. Just imagine where else this guy will be going within the next couple of years.”
After adjusting the Television Championship over his shoulder Reeves beckons to the back and Eli Young emerges behind him cracking his knuckles with a serious look on his face. The Sketch Kid pats his title before walking down the ramp with his manager following behind him. Everybody in the audience is either jeering him or booing him, either way not a single person in the arena paid expecting to see him tonight. Reeves just chuckles a bit before giving some unheard instructions to Eli Young who parts ways with him and heads over toward Charlie Coors who is seated near the ring bell.
“What did Reeves tell him to do? I don’t like the fact that a big guy like that is heading this way.”
“Maybe he’s here to shut your fat mouth once and for all after all of that slandering you’ve been doing to the Young Legend.”
Eli Young snatches the microphone from the ring announcer before unnecessarily kicking his chair over. He heads back to the ring where Reeves is already standing in the center awaiting his arrival. Once receiving the microphone from his mentor Reeves smirks and raises the microphone up to his mouth.
The crowd continues their tirade of booing and jeering the Television Champion but fail to break his ego. He just bows as if they’re applauding him and after a few minutes to taking in the love of the crowd, Reeves gets back on subject.
Mr. Official steps forward from Reeves’ rear view and he rips off his right sleeve before flexing his bicep to the crowd. El Negro applauds his bodyguard with the sound echoing through the arena since he’s holding the microphone in his hand.
Just as Reeves is building momentum in his speech he is interrupted by the cheering crowd as a figure appears at the top of the ramp. A distinguished curl in the lip and narrowing eyes shows Reeves disdain for the
“Oh come on! This night was going so well and now this guy has to show up to kill the moment.”
“Don’t hate, appreciate that you’re in the presence of this man. He’s a former tag team champion, the current television champion, and was voted the rising star of 2009. This guy is the whole package and still has a long way to go in his career. Just imagine where else this guy will be going within the next couple of years.”
After adjusting the Television Championship over his shoulder Reeves beckons to the back and Eli Young emerges behind him cracking his knuckles with a serious look on his face. The Sketch Kid pats his title before walking down the ramp with his manager following behind him. Everybody in the audience is either jeering him or booing him, either way not a single person in the arena paid expecting to see him tonight. Reeves just chuckles a bit before giving some unheard instructions to Eli Young who parts ways with him and heads over toward Charlie Coors who is seated near the ring bell.
“What did Reeves tell him to do? I don’t like the fact that a big guy like that is heading this way.”
“Maybe he’s here to shut your fat mouth once and for all after all of that slandering you’ve been doing to the Young Legend.”
Eli Young snatches the microphone from the ring announcer before unnecessarily kicking his chair over. He heads back to the ring where Reeves is already standing in the center awaiting his arrival. Once receiving the microphone from his mentor Reeves smirks and raises the microphone up to his mouth.
“Aren’t you people glad to see me, the GHW Television Champion, here tonight to grace you with my prescience? Well, it doesn’t matter if you’re happy or not because you people don’t deserve to be happy in the first place.”
The crowd continues their tirade of booing and jeering the Television Champion but fail to break his ego. He just bows as if they’re applauding him and after a few minutes to taking in the love of the crowd, Reeves gets back on subject.
“Anyway, the reason I’m out here is not to make the next ten minutes of your life pure greatness. I’m out here because I have the right to be. Seeing as I was given the night off tonight I decided that I should still have the right to show up and put on the best ratings of the show just by simply being handed a microphone. With a crappy crowd like you I can turn this show into gold just like I do every night. As a matter of fact I’m so damn talented that I no longer need a manager, which is why as of today Eli Young is not my manager but he is my bodyguard.”
Mr. Official steps forward from Reeves’ rear view and he rips off his right sleeve before flexing his bicep to the crowd. El Negro applauds his bodyguard with the sound echoing through the arena since he’s holding the microphone in his hand.
“That’s right! I’m no longer the man that I used to be, I’m better. I have single handedly taken down contenders one after another week after week to defend this championship. Nobody, and I mean nobody, can take this title off of me. It doesn’t matter if it’s someone like Vladimir Strife or someone like GreenSpark, I will rip through any and all competition as I am now one of the most feared and respected forces here in Glory and Honor Wrestling. No man can take this championship from me, I am unstoppable! I am…!”
Just as Reeves is building momentum in his speech he is interrupted by the cheering crowd as a figure appears at the top of the ramp. A distinguished curl in the lip and narrowing eyes shows Reeves disdain for the
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