Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jan 8, 2007 4:37:22 GMT -5
The arena lights dim down and fade to black as white light begins strobing across the entrance and 'All Hail The New Flesh' by Strapping Young Lad begins to play.
The audience begins to boo before Vladimir even steps out from the back, which he does with a middle finger high in the air and a clipboard and paper in the other hand.
JR: Not this crap again!
King: Somebody send him home, this is only the second time I've seen him and I'm already sick of him.
Vladimir slowly walks down to the ring with a smile on his face as he walks up the stairs and looks out to the audience before getting into the ring and signalling for the music to stop.
As his music stops and the lights come back on, Vladimir gets a microphone from the bell attendant and looks around the booing crowd.
"Settle down, I have great news! Great great news! 2 things actually..."
The audience quiets down, wondering what he has to say this time.
"The first thing is... This fine city we're in has just been inducted into the Guinness book of world records! That's right! For having 50,000 people and only 3 last names! Let's give it up for the shallowest gene pool!"
Vladimir applauds as the audience boo's him more.
"You aren't proud? Listen here! This man... right here in the front row!"
Vladimir points to a heavy set man with a thick beard who already looks pissed off.
"He worked SO hard for this! He had to f*ck 3 of his cousins to contribute! And I've seen his cousins, that can't be easy! They look just like him... well, their beards are a little thicker. Unfortunately, he's obviously not too bright... he f*cked up a position on the fourth cousin and well... literally ate her. ANYHOW!"
JR: Come on, someone get him out of the ring..
King: If he keeps this up, this audience is going to riot!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... You hate me, go home, all that good crap! ANY-HOW! The second bit of news is this piece of paper I have right here in my hand. You see... this is what is known as a waiver. Being it's a third grade word... I'll speak slowly while I'm explaining it. You sign it and it gives up your right to sue GHW, it's staff, or it's competitors through an event."
JR: Just what is he getting at?
King: I have no clue, JR, but I doubt it's anything good.
"With this, I can wrestle a match against people who don't work for GHW.. because there is no longer a threat posed to the company. The person just has to sign on the line willingly."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm giving you the opportunity to kick my @ss! This is the 'Strife Showdown'! Now, let's get it on track. All you have to do to qualify... is raise your hands high! I'll pick one lucky fan to come up here and sign this waiver, then you get to wrestle me in a Hardcore rules match. So, for my debut match here in GHW, I am going to wrestle one of you audience members, right now. Raise them hands!!"
JR: Actually, I do like this idea!
King: Me too, I can't wait to watch one of these audience member get a little payback on this prick!
Hands go up ALL around the arena and Vladimir smiles as he looks around.
"Let's see... hmm... YOU! Right there in the blue and green sweater! Let's get him up here!"
The house gaurds help the man over the railing, it turning out to be a man with a head of balding grey hair and a bit of a hunch to his back, looking to be in his mid-60's.
The man slowly gets into the ring, looking angrily at Vladimir as he lifts up his fists, ready to start.
"Hold on, hold on, father time. What's your name?"
Vlad leans the microphone to the guy and he answers with a smokers rasp to his voice.
"M'name's Gerald."
"Ok, well, let's give a round of applause for the brave Gerald! Just sign here on the waiver, pops."
The old man signs and Vladimir looks it over, nods and sets it off to the side, calling out a referee and having the bell rung to start.
Gerald comes forward slowly, his fist raised up and throwing a few punches as Vlad backs up. Vlad seems scared before smiling and then kicking hard, raising his foot between the old man's legs and sending him to the mat in pain as he clutches his groin.
JR: This is despicable! He's a senior citizen!
King: I just hope he makes this quick, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Vladimir pulls the man to his feet and delivers a vicious right punch that throws him back down. He then picks him up again and picks him up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Vladimir then throws the man's feet up into the air and flips him over, as if for a fireman's carry slam, but kneels down to one knee as the man is coming down, sticking his knee out. The old man's skull crashes down onto Vladimir's knee, knocking him out cold and the pain and shock causing his body to twitch and shake as his body hits the mat.
Vladimir wipes his forehead as if sweating profusely and cover the old man.
JR: Folks, that move is a finisher of Vladimir's... it's known as the Painkiller..This is disgusting.
King: Yes it is, and The PainKiller might have just killed Gerald's pain permanently.
The referee drops down and counts it. 1... 2... 3.
The bell rings as Vladimir gets up to his feet and raises his fists high into the air, grabbing the microphone and pushing the ring announcer away.
"Did you guys see it? Did ya, did ya, did ya!? I won! I just want to thank all my fans, I needed you... Without you... I'm not sure I could have won... Let's give a hip - I mean a hand to Gerald!"
Vladimir taunts the audience with it as he laughs and smiles, loving it, the audience appauled at the 'match'.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Your winner! And STILLLLLLLLL! UN. DE. FEATED. Solid Kore CHAMPION! VVVVVLADIMIR STRIFE!"
Vladimir slams down the microphone and drops down, rolling out of the ring and heading to the back as the EMT's rush out to the ring with a stretcher and neckbrace and supplies to help out Gerald.
Vladimir's music hits as he's going to the back and stops after he's went back into the backstage area.
The audience watches in silence as the EMT's check the pulse on Gerald and put a neckbrace on him before moving him carefully and quickly onto the stretcher.
JR: I'm just sickened at what just took place, King. This young man comes out here, bragging about how good he is, that's all fun and games, even if he is insulting this good crowd. But then he goes as far as to bring an old man, d@mnit, he's like 60 something! Brings him into the ring and destroys him like a lamb to the slaughter!
King: It's disgusting... I just hope that this elderly fan, well - Gerald, is going to be alright..
JR: Me too King... this is just... it's disturbing. It's wrong.
END unless anyone wants to add something. Comments welcomed and encouraged!
The audience begins to boo before Vladimir even steps out from the back, which he does with a middle finger high in the air and a clipboard and paper in the other hand.
JR: Not this crap again!
King: Somebody send him home, this is only the second time I've seen him and I'm already sick of him.
Vladimir slowly walks down to the ring with a smile on his face as he walks up the stairs and looks out to the audience before getting into the ring and signalling for the music to stop.
As his music stops and the lights come back on, Vladimir gets a microphone from the bell attendant and looks around the booing crowd.
"Settle down, I have great news! Great great news! 2 things actually..."
The audience quiets down, wondering what he has to say this time.
"The first thing is... This fine city we're in has just been inducted into the Guinness book of world records! That's right! For having 50,000 people and only 3 last names! Let's give it up for the shallowest gene pool!"
Vladimir applauds as the audience boo's him more.
"You aren't proud? Listen here! This man... right here in the front row!"
Vladimir points to a heavy set man with a thick beard who already looks pissed off.
"He worked SO hard for this! He had to f*ck 3 of his cousins to contribute! And I've seen his cousins, that can't be easy! They look just like him... well, their beards are a little thicker. Unfortunately, he's obviously not too bright... he f*cked up a position on the fourth cousin and well... literally ate her. ANYHOW!"
JR: Come on, someone get him out of the ring..
King: If he keeps this up, this audience is going to riot!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... You hate me, go home, all that good crap! ANY-HOW! The second bit of news is this piece of paper I have right here in my hand. You see... this is what is known as a waiver. Being it's a third grade word... I'll speak slowly while I'm explaining it. You sign it and it gives up your right to sue GHW, it's staff, or it's competitors through an event."
JR: Just what is he getting at?
King: I have no clue, JR, but I doubt it's anything good.
"With this, I can wrestle a match against people who don't work for GHW.. because there is no longer a threat posed to the company. The person just has to sign on the line willingly."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm giving you the opportunity to kick my @ss! This is the 'Strife Showdown'! Now, let's get it on track. All you have to do to qualify... is raise your hands high! I'll pick one lucky fan to come up here and sign this waiver, then you get to wrestle me in a Hardcore rules match. So, for my debut match here in GHW, I am going to wrestle one of you audience members, right now. Raise them hands!!"
JR: Actually, I do like this idea!
King: Me too, I can't wait to watch one of these audience member get a little payback on this prick!
Hands go up ALL around the arena and Vladimir smiles as he looks around.
"Let's see... hmm... YOU! Right there in the blue and green sweater! Let's get him up here!"
The house gaurds help the man over the railing, it turning out to be a man with a head of balding grey hair and a bit of a hunch to his back, looking to be in his mid-60's.
The man slowly gets into the ring, looking angrily at Vladimir as he lifts up his fists, ready to start.
"Hold on, hold on, father time. What's your name?"
Vlad leans the microphone to the guy and he answers with a smokers rasp to his voice.
"M'name's Gerald."
"Ok, well, let's give a round of applause for the brave Gerald! Just sign here on the waiver, pops."
The old man signs and Vladimir looks it over, nods and sets it off to the side, calling out a referee and having the bell rung to start.
Gerald comes forward slowly, his fist raised up and throwing a few punches as Vlad backs up. Vlad seems scared before smiling and then kicking hard, raising his foot between the old man's legs and sending him to the mat in pain as he clutches his groin.
JR: This is despicable! He's a senior citizen!
King: I just hope he makes this quick, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Vladimir pulls the man to his feet and delivers a vicious right punch that throws him back down. He then picks him up again and picks him up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Vladimir then throws the man's feet up into the air and flips him over, as if for a fireman's carry slam, but kneels down to one knee as the man is coming down, sticking his knee out. The old man's skull crashes down onto Vladimir's knee, knocking him out cold and the pain and shock causing his body to twitch and shake as his body hits the mat.
Vladimir wipes his forehead as if sweating profusely and cover the old man.
JR: Folks, that move is a finisher of Vladimir's... it's known as the Painkiller..This is disgusting.
King: Yes it is, and The PainKiller might have just killed Gerald's pain permanently.
The referee drops down and counts it. 1... 2... 3.
The bell rings as Vladimir gets up to his feet and raises his fists high into the air, grabbing the microphone and pushing the ring announcer away.
"Did you guys see it? Did ya, did ya, did ya!? I won! I just want to thank all my fans, I needed you... Without you... I'm not sure I could have won... Let's give a hip - I mean a hand to Gerald!"
Vladimir taunts the audience with it as he laughs and smiles, loving it, the audience appauled at the 'match'.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Your winner! And STILLLLLLLLL! UN. DE. FEATED. Solid Kore CHAMPION! VVVVVLADIMIR STRIFE!"
Vladimir slams down the microphone and drops down, rolling out of the ring and heading to the back as the EMT's rush out to the ring with a stretcher and neckbrace and supplies to help out Gerald.
Vladimir's music hits as he's going to the back and stops after he's went back into the backstage area.
The audience watches in silence as the EMT's check the pulse on Gerald and put a neckbrace on him before moving him carefully and quickly onto the stretcher.
JR: I'm just sickened at what just took place, King. This young man comes out here, bragging about how good he is, that's all fun and games, even if he is insulting this good crowd. But then he goes as far as to bring an old man, d@mnit, he's like 60 something! Brings him into the ring and destroys him like a lamb to the slaughter!
King: It's disgusting... I just hope that this elderly fan, well - Gerald, is going to be alright..
JR: Me too King... this is just... it's disturbing. It's wrong.
END unless anyone wants to add something. Comments welcomed and encouraged!
