Post by Psychotic Circus on Nov 8, 2012 17:44:34 GMT -5
The crowd doesn't have to wait very long before the drums and guitar began to kick in, causing the patrons to go into a simultaneous stand, look and wait towards the entrance ramp to see the only champion they've ever needed.
"WHEN IT'S TIME TO PARTY, WE WILL PARTY HARD!"
The entrance ramp had gone dark, multicolored strobes had began to go off as the P.A shouted off an intent to party, and to party hard at that as a white smoke came up in front of the curtain.
A piano kicked in with some solid, repeating notes, and as it did a figure began to come up from the smoke as the strobes gave way and a voice shouted over the P.A, causing the smoke to part and revealing the body of the mystery man to the crowd with arms stretched out and a wide smile over his face as he stood on a backwards folding chair with one foot planted on the back rest.
"Your eyes aren't deceiving you! The Shotgun Kid has returned to GHW!"
Jerry Nate was standing on top of that chair, clad in his baseball cap, sunglasses, baseball shirt, ring vest and some black jean shorts. His smile could choke a baby with comfort as he gazed upon the cheering crowd. He spin jumped off the chair with ease and landed like a smooth criminal as he came running down the ramp and springed under the bottom rope and slid into the ring, skidding up onto one knee with arms out to suck in the affection of the crowd. The announcer, shocked like the rest, prepared to make it official on the record books.
"And introducing the challenger!...Standing at six feet, one inch, weighing in at 250 pounds. THE master of DEEEEZ! Jerry Nate!"
The Shotgun Kid stood in the middle of the ring, perched and ready to go as he waited for Hayden to make an appearance.
"Big Al! What does this sort of confrontation mean to you?"
"A lot of asses...and a lot of kicks...."
TBCB: Hayden.
"WHEN IT'S TIME TO PARTY, WE WILL PARTY HARD!"
The entrance ramp had gone dark, multicolored strobes had began to go off as the P.A shouted off an intent to party, and to party hard at that as a white smoke came up in front of the curtain.
A piano kicked in with some solid, repeating notes, and as it did a figure began to come up from the smoke as the strobes gave way and a voice shouted over the P.A, causing the smoke to part and revealing the body of the mystery man to the crowd with arms stretched out and a wide smile over his face as he stood on a backwards folding chair with one foot planted on the back rest.
"Your eyes aren't deceiving you! The Shotgun Kid has returned to GHW!"
Jerry Nate was standing on top of that chair, clad in his baseball cap, sunglasses, baseball shirt, ring vest and some black jean shorts. His smile could choke a baby with comfort as he gazed upon the cheering crowd. He spin jumped off the chair with ease and landed like a smooth criminal as he came running down the ramp and springed under the bottom rope and slid into the ring, skidding up onto one knee with arms out to suck in the affection of the crowd. The announcer, shocked like the rest, prepared to make it official on the record books.
"And introducing the challenger!...Standing at six feet, one inch, weighing in at 250 pounds. THE master of DEEEEZ! Jerry Nate!"
The Shotgun Kid stood in the middle of the ring, perched and ready to go as he waited for Hayden to make an appearance.
"Big Al! What does this sort of confrontation mean to you?"
"A lot of asses...and a lot of kicks...."
TBCB: Hayden.
