Post by Thomas Walker on Oct 3, 2011 4:38:51 GMT -5
The steel structure hangs ominously over the ring, casting back the memories of all who've seen so many legendary matches held within such a structure--Inside GHW and elsewhere. Fresh steel has been crafted for the job but the memory remains. A familiar note strikes and the FBI video package begins on the titantron.
Purest, unsurprisingly lacking his ring dressing, struts to the stage in an ever increasing state of bangage. The Scotsmans hand buzzes with the active microphone he dangles at one side. Blood pumps rapidly through his veins as it ever does in situations where the full focus of the fans anger is focused on him.
"He certainly looks like he's sticking to his 'sick note' idea for tonight but I still don't understand this, he clearly signed his name to the contract for this match. What's he got in mind?"
"Well Colin thats what that magic stick in his hand is for, he talks into it and we can all hear it if you'd shut up for a second."
His music stops and the rabid Brit wastes little time in speaking up.
"I'm not one for raking the coals of fires already cindered so I'll condense this story as much as I possibly can: Me, Hughes, Corrin and Marcus joined forces for the good of GHW. We destroyed everyone we faced, ripped The Legion apart at the seams and won a tag title match for the FBI. Dom got scared for his reputation when I took everything he had to throw at me and still beat him so he recruited a new hand to replace Shawn Dreamer and viciously assaulted me. I'd love to put him through hell for what he did but I have it on good authority that it is a severe health risk for me to get in that ring anytime soon and I'm not willing to gamble with fate--In time I shall have my revenge but for now I must sit on the benches. Therefore, I must introduce to you the team representing FBI and future GHW Tag Team Champions."
"Hailing from Ayr, Scotland...Weighing in at 250lbs and standing just over 6ft 5in tall...The future of GHW and the fruit of my seed...Steven Glover!"
In blue shorts, knee/elbow pads and a silver sleeveless jacket Steven Glover Jr bounces to the stage beside his father and raises his arms to a ready made crowd of 'adoring fans'. Locking his significantly smaller father in a tight embrace before turning to the ring, the Scotland bred newcomer soaks in the fans boos much as his father would.
"And his partner, fighting his way out of London, England...Standing at a dizzying 5ft 8in tall and weighing 170lbs...He is The Block Rockin', Show Stoppin', Cherry Poppin', he'll break your heart then he'll break your jaw...he is a legend in the waiting, Corrin Cobain!"
The music remains constant as Corrin charges to the top of the ramp and raises his arms high overhead, his hands looking empty without a title. Something he no doubt has every intention to change tonight. A sly smile to Snr and a fist bump to Jnr then the two younger men sprint the length of the ramp and slide under the bottom rope. Purest takes the microphone backstage with him as he leaves.
"Did ol' papa pure really just refer to his son as 'the fruit of his seed'?"
TBC
Purest, unsurprisingly lacking his ring dressing, struts to the stage in an ever increasing state of bangage. The Scotsmans hand buzzes with the active microphone he dangles at one side. Blood pumps rapidly through his veins as it ever does in situations where the full focus of the fans anger is focused on him.
"He certainly looks like he's sticking to his 'sick note' idea for tonight but I still don't understand this, he clearly signed his name to the contract for this match. What's he got in mind?"
"Well Colin thats what that magic stick in his hand is for, he talks into it and we can all hear it if you'd shut up for a second."
His music stops and the rabid Brit wastes little time in speaking up.
"I'm not one for raking the coals of fires already cindered so I'll condense this story as much as I possibly can: Me, Hughes, Corrin and Marcus joined forces for the good of GHW. We destroyed everyone we faced, ripped The Legion apart at the seams and won a tag title match for the FBI. Dom got scared for his reputation when I took everything he had to throw at me and still beat him so he recruited a new hand to replace Shawn Dreamer and viciously assaulted me. I'd love to put him through hell for what he did but I have it on good authority that it is a severe health risk for me to get in that ring anytime soon and I'm not willing to gamble with fate--In time I shall have my revenge but for now I must sit on the benches. Therefore, I must introduce to you the team representing FBI and future GHW Tag Team Champions."
"Hailing from Ayr, Scotland...Weighing in at 250lbs and standing just over 6ft 5in tall...The future of GHW and the fruit of my seed...Steven Glover!"
In blue shorts, knee/elbow pads and a silver sleeveless jacket Steven Glover Jr bounces to the stage beside his father and raises his arms to a ready made crowd of 'adoring fans'. Locking his significantly smaller father in a tight embrace before turning to the ring, the Scotland bred newcomer soaks in the fans boos much as his father would.
"And his partner, fighting his way out of London, England...Standing at a dizzying 5ft 8in tall and weighing 170lbs...He is The Block Rockin', Show Stoppin', Cherry Poppin', he'll break your heart then he'll break your jaw...he is a legend in the waiting, Corrin Cobain!"
The music remains constant as Corrin charges to the top of the ramp and raises his arms high overhead, his hands looking empty without a title. Something he no doubt has every intention to change tonight. A sly smile to Snr and a fist bump to Jnr then the two younger men sprint the length of the ramp and slide under the bottom rope. Purest takes the microphone backstage with him as he leaves.
"Did ol' papa pure really just refer to his son as 'the fruit of his seed'?"
TBC