Post by Carl Anderson on Dec 28, 2011 18:00:55 GMT -5
---Undercard Match Conclusion---
Clinching his opponents throat between his mammoth hands, Carl stares at the reflection of his tainted yellow teeth in the fading eyes of the 300lb lighter man before hurling the local competitor half the rings length to an uneasy landing against the nearest turnposts buckles. Following up by driving his left boot flush into the hometown small mans jaw, Anderson follows the instruction of his baying manager at ringside egging him on to roughly mishandle his non contracted foe to the rings center where he hoists him overhead by a tight single hand grip on his throat and drives him straight back to the mat. Laying the entirety of his near-five hundred pound frame on the beaten chest of the young man, C.A stares at the ref as the match official beats his hand to the mat in sync with his count.
Al: This match is over, see ya kid.
Colin: An impressive display by Carl Anderson on his first appearance here in GHW. This other kid will need to put on a few pounds and learn some new moves before he could hope to match the talent we have here in the big leagues.
1...2...3!
The ring bells clangs three times, the referee waves to the sound tech for Evile's "Cult" to be played and the fans respond with a mewed response any first timer can expect. Our good ring announcer tries to credit this victory but both he and the striped official are ushered out of the warzone by Carl's manager who carries both a microphone and a black box.
Manny: People...of GHW. This was a mere taste of what is to come. When Carl makes his power known, all shall feel its effects.
Removing black panels from the front and side of the box, Manny taps three simple commands into exposed buttons starting a diminishing timer. Starting in days, 39, numbers depict the time remaining til DoD to the very millisecond.
Manny: Dominance awaits!
End Of Segment