Post by Dustin Delta on Mar 31, 2011 20:27:30 GMT -5
The arena lights dim, and tint a slight red. The entirety of the stage graphics fade to a pitch black. The crowd begins to cheer as the lights slowly transition to strobes. Finally, the black stage graphics become engulfed in white, and black text reading "Dustin Delta" fades in. "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" by Me First and The Gimme Gimmes begins to play, and the velvet curtain at the top of the stage is thrown to both sides as Dustin Delta steps out onto the stage. He motions for the music to stop, and his expression is grave. The crowd cheers as they realize Delta is holding a microphone. The Human Fighter Jet nods slightly, and an instrumental to "Airplanes" by B.o.B. and Hayley Williams begins to play as Delta begins to spit.
"Been in this locker room the past few months,
And as soon as I find somebody to trust;
They stab me in the back,
Watch me bleed on the mat;
Now I'm calling you out,
You fuckin' spineless rat.
I hope your sittin' in your damn office,
Listening;
The belt should be around my waist,
Glistening;
But what did you do,
You brought the racist back;
Me and Dreamer got screwed,
'Cause of you, you lifeless hack!
I spent weeks preparing for my Sawmill Match;
But the GM started to bleed from the snatch,
'Cause he was in some hot water with the Arab demographic,
So he threw Marauder in a match, so bloody and graphic,
He got off the hook clean after being pornographic?!
You gotta be fucking kidding me, Smarky Smark;
You're as clueless as a deaf kid in the dark;
You gotta learn not to fuck with Dustin,
Now TMM's balls need some bustin;
And when he's locked up, laying in a hospital bed,
I'll come for you next, and kick you in the head."
Dustin, angry, yet laughing, continues down the ramp. He cups his hands, as if holding a frag grenade. He drops to a knee and chucks it behind him, and then checks his wrist. He taps it three times before jumping back up to his feet, and simultaneously, an explosive pyrotechnic display goes off on the stage. The Deathmatch Majesty continues with his mediocre rap.
"Don't believe that your actions will go unnoticed;
The fact that it's your fault has been duly noted;
And now Dustin Delta's putting you on notice,
I've got anger built up and it's time to show this;
The Masked Marauder is just gonna be an example,
A punching bag, a physical sample;
Of what will become of you, 'cause you're gonna get trampled,
Once I'm done with this fuckin' terrorist wanna-be;
I'm gonna teach both of you not to mess with me,
I'll kick your head in, I guarantee.
In America, you'll be anything but free;
Dustin Delta won't be a laughing stock,
You better watch your back around the fuckin' clock;
But when you least expect it, I'll make your heart stop!
I'm the Everglades Exemplar, and I'm here to stay.
And known of you punk asses will stand in my way!
So get on your knees, there's a price to pay,
I'm your Allah now, Marauder, and it's Judgment Day."
Delta chucks the microphone out of the ring as he jumps up to the south-west turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of his hated opponent, The Masked Marauder.
"Been in this locker room the past few months,
And as soon as I find somebody to trust;
They stab me in the back,
Watch me bleed on the mat;
Now I'm calling you out,
You fuckin' spineless rat.
I hope your sittin' in your damn office,
Listening;
The belt should be around my waist,
Glistening;
But what did you do,
You brought the racist back;
Me and Dreamer got screwed,
'Cause of you, you lifeless hack!
I spent weeks preparing for my Sawmill Match;
But the GM started to bleed from the snatch,
'Cause he was in some hot water with the Arab demographic,
So he threw Marauder in a match, so bloody and graphic,
He got off the hook clean after being pornographic?!
You gotta be fucking kidding me, Smarky Smark;
You're as clueless as a deaf kid in the dark;
You gotta learn not to fuck with Dustin,
Now TMM's balls need some bustin;
And when he's locked up, laying in a hospital bed,
I'll come for you next, and kick you in the head."
Dustin, angry, yet laughing, continues down the ramp. He cups his hands, as if holding a frag grenade. He drops to a knee and chucks it behind him, and then checks his wrist. He taps it three times before jumping back up to his feet, and simultaneously, an explosive pyrotechnic display goes off on the stage. The Deathmatch Majesty continues with his mediocre rap.
"Don't believe that your actions will go unnoticed;
The fact that it's your fault has been duly noted;
And now Dustin Delta's putting you on notice,
I've got anger built up and it's time to show this;
The Masked Marauder is just gonna be an example,
A punching bag, a physical sample;
Of what will become of you, 'cause you're gonna get trampled,
Once I'm done with this fuckin' terrorist wanna-be;
I'm gonna teach both of you not to mess with me,
I'll kick your head in, I guarantee.
In America, you'll be anything but free;
Dustin Delta won't be a laughing stock,
You better watch your back around the fuckin' clock;
But when you least expect it, I'll make your heart stop!
I'm the Everglades Exemplar, and I'm here to stay.
And known of you punk asses will stand in my way!
So get on your knees, there's a price to pay,
I'm your Allah now, Marauder, and it's Judgment Day."
Delta chucks the microphone out of the ring as he jumps up to the south-west turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of his hated opponent, The Masked Marauder.