Post by thesaintpatty on May 1, 2012 17:32:17 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the ring with a dead audience, due to the fact that the match taking place is between to nobodies, who are putting on a poor performance. Out of nowhere, the lights begin to flicker blue and white, but then would shortly stop. After a few of these occurances, the audience began to chant...
Audience: What the fuck ! What the fuck ! What the fuck!
All of a sudden, the flickering would speed up. Finally, all the lights blacked out. The audience then burst into a mixed roar of emotions. Some mad due to the possibility of a technical difficulty. Others are cheering of suspense of something happening. After 15 seconds of the lights being off, the lights started to flicker blue and white rapidly, as if they were strobe lights. Over the PA system, Wrecking Ball by Novus Dae begins to play. A figure steps from beyond the curtains, but who it is can not be made out. The two local Fighty fighty persons in the ringing are standing in confusion. The mysterious person makes their way down the ramp, and stops just before the ring. The man looks at both competitors in the ring, then in a split second, he hops up on the apron and over the ropes. Finally, the lights go on and the music cuts, revealing Alexander Clyde. Most of the audience remain quiet, probably because Clyde is unfamiliar to them, but a good portion of the crowd is estatic, due to Clyde's reputation as an international sensation. Clyde picks up a microphone, and begins to speak.
Alexander Clyde: I'm looking around at your faces, and I can see by your expression that you dont know who I am. How unfortunate for you. Well, let me enlighten you. I am "The Show" Alecander Clyde and....
Clyde stops speaking, and slowly turns his head to the two local Fighty fighty persons in the ring with him.
Alexander Clyde: Get out of the ring...now.
One of the Fighty fighty persons imediately gets out of the ring, while the other just stares at Clyde.
Alexander Clyde: What the matter with you ? Are you stupid? Can you not hear me? Get the hell ot of my ring, or I'll force you to!
The brave local Fighty fighty person steps into Clyde's face. This action makes Clyde laugh.
Alexander Clyde: Excuse me sir, but you have invaded my personal bubble, and will have to ask you to leave.....please......for your own good kid.
Feeling confident, maybe to confident, the bold local hero slaps Clyde across the face. The audience begins to cheer at this gesture. Clyde, on the other hand, did not appreciate it. In a swift motion, he jumped up and roundhouse kicked the local Fighty fighty person square in the face, sending him flying out of the ring.
Alexander Clyde: As I was saying. My name is Alexander Clyde, and I am the best Fighty fighty person you have laid your eyes upon. I have been all over the world. I am a World Champion in England, Australia, Japan, Germany, Canada, and have complished more than all of you sitting on your asses combined.
The crowd begins to boo. A vague "Ass-hole!" chant could be heard.
Alexander Clyde: [Sarcastically] Oh stop guys. You're gonna hurt my feelings. Anyways, after leaving my last federation, due to boredom, I needed to find a good place to add on to my reputation. I get word of a federation called, GHW...
Audience: GHW! GHW! GHW! GHW!
Alexander Clyde: Oh, so you've heard of it as well. Well, I start following GHW. You know, scouting and such, and I've noticed some great talent. I mean, not as great as me, but I dont think anyone else can achieve that level of excellency. As I was following this federation, I see that the GHW Television Title has been vacated. I thought, this was the perfect time to debut here.
Clyde begins to make gestures of wearing a title, insinuating he has his sight set out for it. The audience erupt into a louder wave of anger.
Alexander Clyde: Now, I'm not coming in here like a chump demanding an automatic title shot. No, that aint me. Even though my credentials would deem me worthy. All I am saying, is that you all better expect to see me in the title picture in the next couple of months, that is if I haven't won it by then. Well, I'm off to the gym. I will see you chumps later.
Clyde drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, exiting the stage to a sea of negativity from the audience as the scene fades.
Audience: What the fuck ! What the fuck ! What the fuck!
All of a sudden, the flickering would speed up. Finally, all the lights blacked out. The audience then burst into a mixed roar of emotions. Some mad due to the possibility of a technical difficulty. Others are cheering of suspense of something happening. After 15 seconds of the lights being off, the lights started to flicker blue and white rapidly, as if they were strobe lights. Over the PA system, Wrecking Ball by Novus Dae begins to play. A figure steps from beyond the curtains, but who it is can not be made out. The two local Fighty fighty persons in the ringing are standing in confusion. The mysterious person makes their way down the ramp, and stops just before the ring. The man looks at both competitors in the ring, then in a split second, he hops up on the apron and over the ropes. Finally, the lights go on and the music cuts, revealing Alexander Clyde. Most of the audience remain quiet, probably because Clyde is unfamiliar to them, but a good portion of the crowd is estatic, due to Clyde's reputation as an international sensation. Clyde picks up a microphone, and begins to speak.
Alexander Clyde: I'm looking around at your faces, and I can see by your expression that you dont know who I am. How unfortunate for you. Well, let me enlighten you. I am "The Show" Alecander Clyde and....
Clyde stops speaking, and slowly turns his head to the two local Fighty fighty persons in the ring with him.
Alexander Clyde: Get out of the ring...now.
One of the Fighty fighty persons imediately gets out of the ring, while the other just stares at Clyde.
Alexander Clyde: What the matter with you ? Are you stupid? Can you not hear me? Get the hell ot of my ring, or I'll force you to!
The brave local Fighty fighty person steps into Clyde's face. This action makes Clyde laugh.
Alexander Clyde: Excuse me sir, but you have invaded my personal bubble, and will have to ask you to leave.....please......for your own good kid.
Feeling confident, maybe to confident, the bold local hero slaps Clyde across the face. The audience begins to cheer at this gesture. Clyde, on the other hand, did not appreciate it. In a swift motion, he jumped up and roundhouse kicked the local Fighty fighty person square in the face, sending him flying out of the ring.
Alexander Clyde: As I was saying. My name is Alexander Clyde, and I am the best Fighty fighty person you have laid your eyes upon. I have been all over the world. I am a World Champion in England, Australia, Japan, Germany, Canada, and have complished more than all of you sitting on your asses combined.
The crowd begins to boo. A vague "Ass-hole!" chant could be heard.
Alexander Clyde: [Sarcastically] Oh stop guys. You're gonna hurt my feelings. Anyways, after leaving my last federation, due to boredom, I needed to find a good place to add on to my reputation. I get word of a federation called, GHW...
Audience: GHW! GHW! GHW! GHW!
Alexander Clyde: Oh, so you've heard of it as well. Well, I start following GHW. You know, scouting and such, and I've noticed some great talent. I mean, not as great as me, but I dont think anyone else can achieve that level of excellency. As I was following this federation, I see that the GHW Television Title has been vacated. I thought, this was the perfect time to debut here.
Clyde begins to make gestures of wearing a title, insinuating he has his sight set out for it. The audience erupt into a louder wave of anger.
Alexander Clyde: Now, I'm not coming in here like a chump demanding an automatic title shot. No, that aint me. Even though my credentials would deem me worthy. All I am saying, is that you all better expect to see me in the title picture in the next couple of months, that is if I haven't won it by then. Well, I'm off to the gym. I will see you chumps later.
Clyde drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, exiting the stage to a sea of negativity from the audience as the scene fades.