Post by Jack Tracks on Aug 17, 2011 20:40:45 GMT -5
Backstage in the GHW Arena
When coming back from commercial, this week's episode of Live comes in on the face of a newcomer. Looking to already be in his ring gear, the energetic-looking young man lets his hair fall as it will, more concerned with staring down the camera at the moment.
"Evening to all of ya out there tunin' in for your daily dose of asskickin'. My name is Jack Tracks. Y'all may not know me yet, but tonight, you'll get to know me very well."
"I believe life's gotta be lived as hard and fast as you can. Push yourself to the brink, and make it back bigger and better than ever. And that's exactly what I'm doin' tonight. I always try to make a big impact, and what better way to do it than to qualify for Death From Above? I win that, and this entire federation will know my name."
"But to do that, I gotta go through two others tonight to pass the qualifiers. And I've got some real interestin' competition tonight. On one hand, we've got a man claimin' to be the Pale Rider himself. Well guess what? Even the horse of Death himself won't be able to keep up with this Ferrari right here. On the other, we've got a man who fancies himself some kinda demon. I've heard what you've done elsewhere, my man, and it's mighty impressive, but you should know as well as anyone not to underestimate anyone, regardless of experience."
Tracks brushes the hair from his eyes, and widens his grin, his voice raising a level in intensity.
"So I've gone and got myself surrounded by Death tonight, but I ain't worried. I've stared the Reaper in the eye many times before, and I'll do it many, many more times before he takes me for good. Now get your horses ready to ride, because my engine's geared up for one hell of a chase!"
With that, Tracks gives the camera a mock-elbow, a final grin, and bolts off-screen.
When coming back from commercial, this week's episode of Live comes in on the face of a newcomer. Looking to already be in his ring gear, the energetic-looking young man lets his hair fall as it will, more concerned with staring down the camera at the moment.
"Evening to all of ya out there tunin' in for your daily dose of asskickin'. My name is Jack Tracks. Y'all may not know me yet, but tonight, you'll get to know me very well."
"I believe life's gotta be lived as hard and fast as you can. Push yourself to the brink, and make it back bigger and better than ever. And that's exactly what I'm doin' tonight. I always try to make a big impact, and what better way to do it than to qualify for Death From Above? I win that, and this entire federation will know my name."
"But to do that, I gotta go through two others tonight to pass the qualifiers. And I've got some real interestin' competition tonight. On one hand, we've got a man claimin' to be the Pale Rider himself. Well guess what? Even the horse of Death himself won't be able to keep up with this Ferrari right here. On the other, we've got a man who fancies himself some kinda demon. I've heard what you've done elsewhere, my man, and it's mighty impressive, but you should know as well as anyone not to underestimate anyone, regardless of experience."
Tracks brushes the hair from his eyes, and widens his grin, his voice raising a level in intensity.
"So I've gone and got myself surrounded by Death tonight, but I ain't worried. I've stared the Reaper in the eye many times before, and I'll do it many, many more times before he takes me for good. Now get your horses ready to ride, because my engine's geared up for one hell of a chase!"
With that, Tracks gives the camera a mock-elbow, a final grin, and bolts off-screen.