Post by Psychotic Circus on Mar 28, 2013 1:15:24 GMT -5
(The beginning, you should all read this excellent promo anyways. gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=backstage&thread=14959&page=1#71657)
-The scene returns to Big Jim getting the dumb slapped from his mouth by the Privateers. The GHW arena chants hard for their Backwoods Hero to get the better of the two Sea Faring bastards, but it seems to be of no avail. Soon the crowd had their ears full of a different sound than that of Jim's sorrow, but it didn't make them feel any better.-
-The usual display of force is shown as Jaggeroth passes through the red mist, decked out in his military trench coat and commander's cap. Jerry Nate followed closely behind him with the GHW title resting in his hands. Jaggeroth turned and walked backwards as the Privateers gave Big Jim his well deserved beatdown, giving the butcher-tron an italian kiss.-
"Fucking beautiful!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, we were suppossed to have a main event for the ages, but it seems now that we have to instead listen to more propaganda by the owner of the company..."
"I for one think this is the greatness thing to happen to us, and I appreciate what our great leader is doing for the good of the people here. May his rule be unending."
"I...I...Send this dummy to the DMZ!"
-The Psycho King enters the ring with Jerry, his trench coat fluttering in the mysterious breeze that followed him around.-
"Whores and lay abouts, this is exactly what is needed here in GHW. More chaos! A main event was promised, but it doesn't seem as if Big Jim is going to make it out to the ring tonight. So instead, while there's an ass being kicked on screen, I will make a speech. Next week, there will be a heavy handed card, each match would be main events in any ring, or country. That is something I can promise you will happen. There will be chaos on an unprecedented level. Matches that will leave you mystified and amazed beyond belief as Dustin Delta will face Jack Tracks. Hayden Hardkore will face down the Mighty Man, and hey, Privateers! You better soften Big Jim up a little bit more, because next week you're going to get your chance to do it in the ring, live in front of a sold out audience. Next week, GHW takes the show on the road...and I promise there will be more to come..."
"Our first stop will be appearing live in Omaha, Nebraska. Home town of Jerry Nate, and the state where the greatest of Pro Fighty fighty persons are born...male Fighty fighty persons that is. For you see, Wolverina was taken to the hospital already, and she may not even appear, and quite frankly, that's ok by me. I don't need her showing up and making a mockery of my fucking ring anymore. But Haven, if you somehow manage to survive the night, and yank your putrid, smelly cunt from that hospital bed, then the games will continue, and you will earn every cent of your minuscule paycheck in blood. I've erased any mention of your title history from the record books, but that doesn't mean you've paid for your sins just yet. I will have my day in the sun while you're broken and beaten, and finally able to accept that I am your better..."
Jerry Nate"I want Vlad..."
"The fuck?"
"Are you deaf?! I said I want Vladimir Fuckin' Strife next week. We still have unfinished business to attend to...and I need it. I want him, I need to feel his blood spilling on my skin while I choke the life right out of his miserable carcass."
"Balls, that's a good idea. Alright, fine, you get your wish. Next week's main event has been set. Jerry Nate goes one on one with Vladimir Strife...hardcore rules in effect."
-The Nebraskan Leviathan is cut off from finishing his speech as the sounds of music blare through the P.A system.-
TBCB: They know who.
-The scene returns to Big Jim getting the dumb slapped from his mouth by the Privateers. The GHW arena chants hard for their Backwoods Hero to get the better of the two Sea Faring bastards, but it seems to be of no avail. Soon the crowd had their ears full of a different sound than that of Jim's sorrow, but it didn't make them feel any better.-
-The usual display of force is shown as Jaggeroth passes through the red mist, decked out in his military trench coat and commander's cap. Jerry Nate followed closely behind him with the GHW title resting in his hands. Jaggeroth turned and walked backwards as the Privateers gave Big Jim his well deserved beatdown, giving the butcher-tron an italian kiss.-
"Fucking beautiful!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, we were suppossed to have a main event for the ages, but it seems now that we have to instead listen to more propaganda by the owner of the company..."
"I for one think this is the greatness thing to happen to us, and I appreciate what our great leader is doing for the good of the people here. May his rule be unending."
"I...I...Send this dummy to the DMZ!"
-The Psycho King enters the ring with Jerry, his trench coat fluttering in the mysterious breeze that followed him around.-
"Whores and lay abouts, this is exactly what is needed here in GHW. More chaos! A main event was promised, but it doesn't seem as if Big Jim is going to make it out to the ring tonight. So instead, while there's an ass being kicked on screen, I will make a speech. Next week, there will be a heavy handed card, each match would be main events in any ring, or country. That is something I can promise you will happen. There will be chaos on an unprecedented level. Matches that will leave you mystified and amazed beyond belief as Dustin Delta will face Jack Tracks. Hayden Hardkore will face down the Mighty Man, and hey, Privateers! You better soften Big Jim up a little bit more, because next week you're going to get your chance to do it in the ring, live in front of a sold out audience. Next week, GHW takes the show on the road...and I promise there will be more to come..."
"Our first stop will be appearing live in Omaha, Nebraska. Home town of Jerry Nate, and the state where the greatest of Pro Fighty fighty persons are born...male Fighty fighty persons that is. For you see, Wolverina was taken to the hospital already, and she may not even appear, and quite frankly, that's ok by me. I don't need her showing up and making a mockery of my fucking ring anymore. But Haven, if you somehow manage to survive the night, and yank your putrid, smelly cunt from that hospital bed, then the games will continue, and you will earn every cent of your minuscule paycheck in blood. I've erased any mention of your title history from the record books, but that doesn't mean you've paid for your sins just yet. I will have my day in the sun while you're broken and beaten, and finally able to accept that I am your better..."
Jerry Nate"I want Vlad..."
"The fuck?"
"Are you deaf?! I said I want Vladimir Fuckin' Strife next week. We still have unfinished business to attend to...and I need it. I want him, I need to feel his blood spilling on my skin while I choke the life right out of his miserable carcass."
"Balls, that's a good idea. Alright, fine, you get your wish. Next week's main event has been set. Jerry Nate goes one on one with Vladimir Strife...hardcore rules in effect."
-The Nebraskan Leviathan is cut off from finishing his speech as the sounds of music blare through the P.A system.-
TBCB: They know who.