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Post by Public Enemies on Oct 3, 2011 18:07:31 GMT -5
"Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!" NUMBER ONE SPOT by Ludacris serenades the P.A. Ollie Jay bursts through the shady drapes and races down the embankment en route to the squared circle. OJ drifts to his right high-fiving fans hand-over-hand on his way to the ring apron. Along the way, he stops in-front of the barricade and observes a child in the audience. The kid hops up and down like a Mexican-Jumping Bean before the GHW superstar. The Bulldawg raises an eyebrow, smirking at the youngster. ATL reaches his arms around the back of his neck, lifting the silver chain above his head. He places the chain around the kin's neck and pulls him in close, patting him on the back. OJ drifts to his right high-fiving fans hand-over-hand on his way to the ring apron. The sapphire mid-thigh trunks, knee pads, and glossy leather boots slide onto the canvas from under the bottom the rope with Ollie Jay himself in a flash. "After a number of weeks, Ollie Jay has finally returned to good standing.""Indeed, after last July's incident at Red, White, & Bruised; Ollie Jay suffered some lasting symptoms."Drove through the window, the industry super sized me Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me I'm on the rise, so many people despise me Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!) It's a celebration and everyone should invite me Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)"Introducing first, from ATLANTA, GEORGIA, weighing in at 239 pounds..." Ollie Jay rockets up the near turnbuckle flails his arms up into the atmosphere of the great spectacle of the arena. "...OLLIE JAY!" ATL strips off his white tank, wads it up in hand and tosses it into the GHW audience. "Tonight, against Constantine DeVile, is definitely redemption in his eyes."Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)All-Day Ollie-Jay still stands before the fans on the turnbuckle. A GHW cameraman steadies himself closer to the corner that occupies Ollie Jay. ATL catches sight of the camera and directs him to come in closer. The Bulldawg leans down toward the lens, "Yo, ain't nothin' better!" and points outward to the audience. The Bulldawg hops down from the turnbuckle. "...Or it may be another chance for Jaggeroth's connection to make yet another lasting impression on Ollie Jay for good."I crush mics until my hand breaks Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+ Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars
TBC- Constantine DeVile Edit - added comm and ent-lyrics. Edit was made past deadline for aftermath purposes.
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Post by TPK on Oct 3, 2011 22:41:43 GMT -5
With the fans still clambering over the awesomeness that is All Day Ollie Jay, you almost can't hear March of the Gladiators blaring over the public announce system. However, once the fans realize Carny Asada cockily strutting down the ramp they begin to loudly jeer him. The Carnival Vet just ignores the irate fans and keeps his focus on the ring. Once inside the confines of the squared circle he nudges Coors out of the way and snatches the mic from his hands.Carny: All Day Ollie Jay ladies and gents! All Day...that's uh, "Cute" yeah. Your opponent, however, is ALL SLAY! Accompanied to the ring by none other than Jaggeroth, he is the man you had better get use to being pinned by, it is my pleasure to introduce CONSTANTINE DeVILE! Carny's delivery was both passionate and enthusiastic, however the fans had already made up their mind who their favorite in the contest was long beforehand. After a brief pause in the action, Cemetery Gates by Pantera hits and Constantine bursts through the entrance ramp, his father close by his side. The father son duo storm down the ramp, making random comments amongst themselves all the while.Matt O: Interesting strategy by DeVile, not only does he have the usual distraction in Carny Asada out at ringside...but now he's thrown his own father into the mix. I pity Ollie Jay, he's definitely going to have his hands full tonight.Big Al: And it's this reason why Ollie Jay can't POSSIBLY win, he'd have enough trouble with DeVile alone. Throw in two other X-Factors like that and, well, forget it pal!Fuzz: Valid point, but you've gotta realize that it's as much of a distraction to DeVile in all likeliness. Think about it, not only does he have to worry about his own well being, but now he has two extra bodies he has to look out for.Matt O: Can you honestly say The Seed of Jagy would bat an eyelash if either of these guys went down? He might, but really...does he seem like the type.TBC By Ollie "Mother Fuckin" Jay good luck dude!
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Post by Public Enemies on Oct 6, 2011 14:21:08 GMT -5
Carny Asada reluctantly ducks out of the ring as the ring bell chimes thrice. Ollie Jay flicks his wrist simultaneously as he steps forth in the sights of Constantine DeVile. DeVile remains salient as the Bulldawg approaches. With his fists clenched stronger than concrete, Constantine locks his hands together around the throat of ATL. With his thumbs burying into the larynx of the Georgian, OJ's toes now merely grace the surface of the canvas. Like the blade of a guillotine, DeVile hangs The One Man Army for all his dedicated spectators to witness. Alas, The Seed carries his deadweight opponent like a dark curtain across the ring before flinging him into the turnbuckle like an insect caught in the web of an arachnid.
"That's definitely a frightening sight!" "Shit!" "Fuck!"
All Day gathers every ounce of oxygen he can inhale before his predator arrived at the corner. DeVile wraps his hands on the second rope of the intersecting corners of wire before bending over, much like a longhorn-bull preparing to charge a matador. Like a car accident, Constantine hits the diaphragm of OJ head-on. Every ounce of live-saving oxygen being pounded out of Ollie Jay like a punching bag. Again and again the seed strikes the midsection of the Atlanta native until his prey could no longer stand. Beaten and dominated, OJAD is reduced to one knee. Satisfied, The Seed takes a step back while the referee firmly reminds him of the "Five-second" rule.
"It looks as if this match is going South in a hurry!" "South of Atlanta..."
With no time to lose, Constantine concocts his next plan of action. He rests in the opposite corner, waiting for any salvation or gasp of life from his disappointingly feeble competitor. Out of patience, DeVile raises his hands high in the air as he supercharges his engine, targeting Atlanta's Finest. The long strides of The Seed's legs seem like an old-fashioned locomotive in action, slowly gaining more and more steam. Finally, oxygen reaches the brain of OJAD. The glazed eyes of the Georgian are enough to let him see the survival tactic necessary. Like an animal's instinct, Ollie Jay leaps out of the way of Constantine, and watches as the Son of Jaggeroth derails and collides *SMOOSCH* into his own spider-web of DOOM.
"At last the tides are turning!" "It's a big fucking tide concerning DeVile"
Ollie Jay capitalizes on his fortune and approaches the back of the groggy monster. OJ slides both of his arms inbetween DeVile's shoulders and above his opponents head before he locks his own fingers together in a vise. ATL lifts the Goliath just inches off the ground before himself and his opponent fall on their buttock in front of him. Constantine wails as his ass throbs in response to the Full Nelson Drop.
"Now how's that for an ass pounding!" "That's what I said to your mother last night, Colin!" "Easy, Al." "...And she wanted more!"
With the giant finally downed, Atlanta's finest covers the Seed's shoulders and upper body as he lays face up on the mat. The audience wishes upon a star as OJ makes for a quick getaway in the win column. The referee drops down to eye the shoulders, but always comes up with a two count before a slighted hand rises out of the deep recesses from Constantine DeVile, clipping OJAD on the facial cheek. Outside the ring, Jaggeroth looks on...before noticing the camera. Mysteriously, the camera shot goes black after a *BLORK*.
"Was that really necessary?" "Yes." "This match rolls on, stay tuned!"
TBC-TPK, (( not much, but it'll do Donkey ))
Edit #1: Altered the interjection in the last paragraph.
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