Dow Jones vs Mighty Man Millson II Jul 18, 2011 7:39:06 GMT -7
Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 18, 2011 7:39:06 GMT -7
'I Come from Money' by S-Preme hits the PA system, the crowd immediately cheering the Tyrant of Technique before he's even made his appearance. Millson keeps the baying wolves in the crowd waiting for a few seconds, before stepping onto the stage with a microphone and spreading his arms wide, his cocky and arrogant smile only garnering more attention from the Manchester population. Conspicuous by his absence is this man's father, Ian Millson, who usually accompanies his successor, but was banned from appearing in this contest fy FNC GM, Corrin Cobain.
An astoundingly good reaction for the Mighty Man here, in his home country.
Of course, most arenas would be cheering for Dow because of Millson's arrogance, but here in England, Millson's considered a massive star.
The Daddy's Boy strides down the ramp and reaches the star making ring, hopping briskly upto the apron and springboarding over the top rope, before climbing up the turnbuckles and raising his hands to a huge pop from the Brits in attendance. Millson steps down and positions himself in the middle of the ring, before speaking.
My name is Mighty Man Millson II. I weigh in at 235 lbs and I'm from Whitby, England. I am the Tyrant of Technique, the Ultimate Ego and the most successful Television champion of all time. I was trained by the legendary Jaggeroth and I was part of the most dominating faction on Friday Nights, The Wannabes. I have been in the ring with Metal Dragon, Hayden HardKore, Dustin Delta and of course, Manchester's own, Ryan Hughes.
The crowd cheer for their icon, and Millson lets out a smile, enjoying all the cheers he's getting in this match, before continuing.
Dow, while you've been tearing it up on Tuesday Nights, you've been impressing a few people, me included. You're a great wrestler, but you're not the smartest tool in the box. Granted, you're a tool, but not a smart one. While you've been risking life and limb trying to gain pointless victories just to get noticed in the company, I've been resting up, preparing for this match and it's going to show when I beat you within 10 minutes and don't even break a sweat. So I'll give you one last chance to get out of this match and leave England with all of your dignity still intact and your limbs still working to their full capacity? Get out here, rookie.
The crowd go full circle and relentlessly boo the music of Dow Jones, Millson's former protege, who steps out onto the stage without the now trademark burlap sack containing lottery winnings, Dow all business tonight. Dow holds up the microphone he has in his hand and adresses his former mentor as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Millson, I know you're a Ladder match specialist and I know that for once, the crowd aren't on my side, but I don't quit. Even in the face of impossible odds, I don't quit. Hell, you're not supposed to win the lottery, but I did it. So tonight, I'm going to ignore the crowd chanting for you and I'm going to ignore your Ladder match reputation. The only thing I'm going to do tonight is teach you a lesson that you've always deserved and climb that ladder to earn myself a New Age title shot that I know I am a whiny faggot. Now, timekeeper, please start the match.
Jones throws the microphone away as the bell rings, beginning what is sure to be an amazing athletic contest.