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Post by Troy & B&-y Meadows on Dec 25, 2011 10:07:40 GMT -5
Requiem for a dream by DJ Furious plays over the PA system as footage of Troy Meadows vs. Jerry Nate as well as footage of Troy in several untaped matches plays over the titantron. A blue spotlight cuts on as the house lights dim slightly as if ushering the way out of the curtain for the Old School champion. The black haired goddess walks out followed shortly by a figure that is obviously Troy. He wears a black zip down jacket with a hood covering his face. The trim of the jacket is red and gold and as he turns to the camera looking up the ramp from ringside thats zoomed in the title belt is clearly still around his waist. Troy walks to the ring slowly following Brandy in every step tailing shortly behind her. As Brandy reaches the ring apron she turns to the entrance ramp and hops up sitting onto the apron. Her hands reach up grabbing the top rope as Troy makes his way to and climbs up the stairs. She lifts up and flips up and over the top rope landing inside of the ring on both feet before turning and sitting on the middle rope mid way between the two turnbuckles. Troy steps easily into the ring between the top rope and the middle rope that Brandy is holding down for him. He goes to the middle of the ring facing the main promo camera and looking at the fans in the first row to keep his face hidden by the hood. Brandy walks past him going behind him heading towards the announcers area and uses a hand motion to demand a microphone. She gives it a soft tap after the ring hand passes it in to her and she turns walking to Troy standing next to him. The camera zooms in on the two as the fans look onward. Most of the fans seem to wonder what happened to him and the rest just dont seem to care and want the promo slot to end so they can move on with the next match. Brandy brings the mic to her lips and begins to speak softly in an almost innocent voice. So Jerry, congrats are in order, you broke Troys neck.
Round two you wont have that pleasure though.
But were moving on to bigger and better now. Troy looks over at her and grabs the mic from her quickly and brings it to his lips. Jerry you may have beat me but that was round one,
I go the distance like a boxer so dont consider me done,
Your like a dress on prom night and going down quick,
And to think you might get lucky and be next to suck Dragons dick,
Wolf is back and shes just as thrifty,
She looks good for a girl who is damn near fifty,
You dress like rabble not at all gallant,
You call yourself a queen but your just a peasant,
Heres the thing I have no beef with you trick,
But I heard your asking questions and swinging on my dick,
Get off me hoe I dont want the clap,
Your going to make me line my dressing with with a big bear trap,
You have seem like a cougar dont get me wrong,
But your heads all messed up like Jag ripping a bong,
You were hiding under a rock last I heard better dust off that clod,
You try to come for my title and you will be declawed, Most of the crowd at this point has their jaws dropped and are looking at each other wondering if they heard him right. He simply grinned to the camera as he knew the message was coming off loud and clear. Now wolfie I have no beef with you one bit,
But the message is clear that I dont give a shit,
Love me or hate me Im the king of Old School,
And Ill shark your asses like Im playing pool,
So lets see who wants a piece of this G,
Might as well be Wolfie shes used to laying on her back for that 1 2 3. Troy turns to look at the entrance ramp as if expecting to be interrupted at any moment but laughs softly before turning back to look at the camera. Just what I thought,
They said the locker room had balls but it shows you have naught. Troy drops the mic and turns to the ring ropes closest to the entrance ramp heading to them to leave the ring. TBC or EOT- Open thread to anyone - Nothing personal Wolverina, just needed someone to bash and you seemed like a good target at the time. |
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Post by Psychotic Circus on Dec 26, 2011 19:48:32 GMT -5
The arena is cast in darkness as the guitars begin to pick up out of no where, leaving everyone blind to what was happening. A few seconds of riffs play out before finally..... "ELIMINATE!"
Dirty, smog filled fire erupts on both sides of the entrance ramp , they illuminate the darkened figure standing between them, for a mere second the arena could see that their former Hero from the cornfields had returned, and it sent them in an uproar of cheers as lighters and camera flashes try to give light to this historic return. It's like religion without a Bible
And the Dragon lives inside my mouth
And it speaks in tongues, the word... The flames return in all their dirt ridden glory, by the red dawn light, The Shotgun Kid's face could be seen underneath the baseball cap with the snicker's logo replaced with his name and the usual sunglasses over his eyes. He was donning a new baseball jersey with "DEEZ NUTZ!" on the front and "Jerry Nate#666" over the back and a pair of black jean shorts with his red wrasslin' boots. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUND!" "We haven't seen much of Jerry since he put the hurt on Troy at the last GHW Live ppv event. I wonder what he could possibly have to say for his actions at this ppv, or to Troy, the man he left with a broken neck."Snakes, in Southern flames
To bring the thunder; the great decider
Would you believe in this or the ash?
I do believe it and it's taking over...
Accept His video package played out on the screen while the red strobe lights took over as the makeshift lightning for his entrance. The former New Age contender slowly made his way down to the ring as the lady's all wet their panties, or at least the chanting sounded like it. "I couldn't tell you, but it seems like he's about to pick up where he left off with Mr. Meadow's here tonight."Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying walked into the ring with his usual swagger as the fans chanted for a fist fight. From his jacket, Jerry pulled out a mic and switched it on with a hiss. "Troy Meadows, it's been awhile since I've seen you...the last time I can remember you in a GHW ring...oh yeah! I was breaking your neck underneath my boot! And now you're out here, fresh from the sidelines, and you're talking more shit than ever before! Oh no, my friend...Oh no. No one walks into the Fuckin' Satisfying One's ring and acts like he owns the place! There's only one "DAWG" that runs this yard, and his name is Jerry Mother Fuckin' Nate! So, I'm going to give you one last chance to correct your swagger, make like Vanilla Ice and call your mother. She's going to be worried, seeing her little boy sitting here in the ring with the man who caused her child so much pain....Leave now, or forever feel my fist!"Jerry walked slowly up into Troy's face and stood there, his sun glassed covered eyes never wavering from Troy's. "So, are you feeling lucky? Well...are ya', Fuck?"TBC. |
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Post by Dustin Delta on Dec 27, 2011 0:27:18 GMT -5
The confrontation between the self-proclaimed high kings of metal and rap comes to a sudden halt as the arena lights short out. As all is consumed in the darkness, a guiding light shines from the back of the stage. The beacon seems to call forth a familiar force, almost as if this scene had been seen before. A figure steps into the light, his shadow cast from the stage to the farther end of the arena. The silence is broken swiftly by a deep, growling voice.
"WAKE UP."
The guitar riffs of A Day To Remember's "Mr. Highway's Thinking About The End" hits the unparalleled sound system as the arena lights turn to a deep purple tint and the figure turns around, as if brought back to life from the distant afterlife.
It was Dustin Delta.
The crowd received Dustin with a mixed reaction, some supporting him and some aiding his downfall. Delta shook his limbs and hands, loosening up as he stood in the limelight upon the stage. Jerry Nate half-grins with approval while Troy Meadows shakes his head, unhappy with the dual interruptions in what he feels is his time. Delta throws his arms out to the sides as the lead singer of A Day To Remember screams, with Double D in unison: "Don't you let me down." And with that, Delta throws his right fist forward and starts a sprint down the ramp, brimming with confidence and readiness. Delta, not being on Triumph for a few months, felt good to be back only several days removed from being the judge, jury, and executioner at Blood Runs Cold. Double D jumps up to the apron and over the ring ropes, pacing around a bit while taking quick glances at both Jerry Nate and Troy Meadows.
Delta is handed a microphone from an official standing at ringside and he leans back in one of the unoccupied corners of the ring, looking at Nate and Meadows with a smug look on his face. He pushes himself up to the top rope, sitting on the uppermost turnbuckle for his leisure. He looks at the two men before him with a look on his face that said both quizzical and interested.
"You know, I believe that we, as people have the moral obligation to leave this world in a better condition than we found it in. And I'd like to believe that I've done that with my life so far. I could come out here week after week and entertain these fans and give them four and five star matches, I could very well make someone's night. And even if it's one night, I made that person smile, I made that person happy, whether they're a casual wrestling fan or an internet smark. I made their life and thus, the world, a better place than I found it. And sometimes, to make the world a better place than I found it, I need to do things that please myself, not others. And if there is one thing I could do right now, I would step on every bone of Troy Meadows body until it was pure grounded dust. Troy, you come out here every week reciting nothing more than inadequate elementary school rhymes and calling it 'rap.' I'm no rap fan, but I'm sure that you're not doing it right. Every week, you come out and fall deeper into the rabbit hole. You're like a carless Alice, misguided by the immature ways of popular culture. But you only have so much time before the Jabberwocky devours you."
Dustin steps down to the canvas and Jerry Nate takes a step back as Delta gets face-to-face with the simpleton before him. Delta squints as he looks into the eyes of Meadows, hinting hate. Double D rubs his chin and takes a deep breath.
"Troy, you act like you're better than Jerry or I, but when the clock strikes reality, you're going to need to wake up and see that you're just like most people. You're nothing more than a victim of what is unfortunately called popular culture. I'm no hipster, but you're disillusioned by mainstream music like rap. And Jerry Nate comes along, hulking around being the metal head he is, and tries to bust some sense into the thick useless skull of yours, and it didn't work. You tried to kill the metal, and the metal knocked you to the mat. But you're resilient, and therein lies the problem. Resiliency just leads to more pain, and now you don't have one Jabberwocky on your tail, Alice. You have two. And no offense to Jerry Nate, but I hope to God that I'm the one who lays you out the final time you ever step foot in a GHW ring. And once I show you Malice in Slumberland, every fan in this arena will see the Jabberwocky standing tall over the comatose body of Alice, and like the Queen of Aces, they'll be chanting.
OFF WITH HER HEAD.
OFF WITH HER HEAD.
OFF.
WITH HER HEAD.
And I'll comply."
Dustin smiles grimly, running a hand back through his hair as Troy steps back. Meadows had gone pale, as if he had seen a ghost. Delta seems almost demented as he steps back to the corner where he sat. The former Deathmatch Champion turns to Nate, who is still grinning, and finishes.
"To answer your question, no. He isn't feeling lucky. He feels like death."
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