First T.V. Appearance

[samoanjoe]

Hyper:
Hello fans and welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph the show thats single handedly corrupting your Tuesday Night schedule. This is the one the only Hyper Elf along side Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings and we are just one week away from the Hardcore Games and I've got to say when it says Hardcore, trust us its gonna be brutal!

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings:
And I'll have to agree with that! Folks at home if theres gonna a time for you to cover your child's eyes or turn the channel that might be the time. Nothing but extreme blood, and extreme gore can come from the Hardcore Games.

Hyper:
Speaking of extreme, hardcore, blood and gore look at the action we've got lined up for tonight.

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings:
Yeah folks buckle your seatbelt because our action packed opening bout is scheduled to get underway now.

Suddenly the arena lights begin to dim until the entire area is pitch black. Green lights begin flickering at the top of the entrance ramp and green smokes begins building up on top of the arena platform. "Paper Cut" by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system and the fans, the staff and everyone in the arena become puzzled unsure about whats going on. Suddenly, from behind the arena curtains emerges a heavy set man in black jeans and a black shirt wearing a white towel over covering his face. The man begins to make his way down to the ring.

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
It's like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)
So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin

The man steps onto the steel steps and ignores young fans reaching out to him looking for hand shakes. The shady character walks onto the ring apron, wipes his feet on it, and places one leg before the middle rope followed by the second as he enters the ring.

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

Hyper:
Hey, whats going on here? This wasn't on the card!

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings:
I don't know! This better not be some kind of joke! This better not come out of my pay check either!

I know I've got a face in me
Points out all my mistakes to me
You've got a face on the inside too and
Your paranoia's probably worse
I don't know what set me off first but I know what I can't stand
Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is
I can't add up to what you can but
Everybody has a face that they hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(And watches everything)
So you know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is watching you too
Right inside your skin

The man walks over to the ropes as his entrance theme begins to fade out. He receives a mic from the ring attendant and the lights begin to come back on. The man places his hand on his hip and and his head begins to move and he looks around the arena at the fans who are confused and puzzled. The man places the mic to his mouth and begins to speak.

I can tell by looking at your faces, the thousands of faces selling out these GHW events weekly. I look at your faces and I see the confusion, the puzzlement, your craving for answers. I can tell you are wondering who the hell I am. Well as the kind, gentlemen I am, as the remarkable man I am I will answer your question.

I am the heir to the throne of GHW. I am the one man, the one superstar, the one athlete that will single handily take over this entire cooperation. I will change the way you view wrestling. Ladies and Gentlemen, I will change your damn Tuesday Nights. And with all this greatness I assure you, ladies and gentlemen I assure you I will do anything and everything to get what I want and where I need to go without your permission. Ladies and Gentlemen I will not be a superstar that comes out here to entertain you for I am no damn Gladiator. I will come here to perform and dismantle my opponents every week until I reach the destination that I want. And that is to reach the pinnacle of sports entertainment, the top of the foodchain. Folks that is the conquering of GHW. And in regards to you I will conquer this damn company whether you cheer my name or boo me every night! GHW your feelings your opinions don't mean a God damn thing to me.

The man begins cracking his knuckles and pacing around the ring. His antics and words quickly cause the fans to show their disapproval as they award the man with signature GHW heel heat. The man places the mic on the ground and begins to clap for the fans.

Hyper:
Whats this guy's deal? He comes out here talks about taking GHW by storm, and disrespects our fans! Is he even a superstar?

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings:
I don't know but one thing you don't do is insult the fans, the life blood of GHW!

The man picks the mic back up off the floor and scratches the top of his head, shrugs his shoulders and continues his speech.

I'm not the kind of superstar that will kiss up to people to earn their respect. Ladies and Gentlemen I am not the superstar like most of those bozos in the back that will kiss the assess of a bunch of red-neck, beer drinkin, pot smokin, tobacco chewin, hippies.

No these are not insults, ladies and gentlemen I am not insulting you. Folks, I'm simply giving you a reality check.

The fans continue to boo the man and as he pulls his sleeve up and curls it at the top of his shoulder. He raises his arm out and makes a muscle before speaking in the mic again.

Look at this, look at these you savage morons! This is a python. And you don't get guns like these doing things for the appreciation of high school drop outs. You don't get these doing things to make middle aged, men and women with depression issues a bit less insecure. Ladies and Gentlemen you'll never get ripped arms like me making all your decisions in accordance to the approval of the common incompetent fool. And Ladies and Gentlemen you'll never become a decorated, hall of fame superstar, doing what the fans ask you to do. The people with the same intelligence and the same views as I are the greatest superstars in wrestling and folks they are the best superstars on the GHW roster.

Ladies and Gentlemen your praise is useless to me because your cheers get me nowhere. Your cheers do not bring me out here to this squared ring. Your cheers do not inflict pain on the second rate superstars I will be rearranging the faces of. And folks your cheers do not give me a victory. I will continue to achieve greatness with my pure wrestling ability, knowledge of the ring, and my satisfaction of seeing my opponents be carried out on gurneys.

The man rolls down his sleeve and points at all the booing, unhappy fans chanting GHW.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Idiots and Aliens, I am not your friend. When I come to this ring, I won't be focusing on your cheers anyway so wasting your breath would be ridiculous. And in regards to what you chant, I won't be happy if you few people decide to cheer me and I won't care if you continue to boo me. As I said before I will be focused on one matter and one matter only and that is completely annihilating my opponent.

The man begins removing some of the towel off his head.

Hyper:
This is getting sickening. Someone remove this guy from the arena.

Ladies and Gentlemen the time for revealing, the time for I your mystery man to show my true identity.

GHW I am the newest edition to Tuesday Nights. Ladies and Gentlemen I am the immediate increase in ratings. I am the athlete that can and will take GHW by storm.

Ladies and Gentlemen I am the next big thing in GHW. I Am the 280 Pound Freight Train. Ladies and Gentlemen I am the Samoan Submission Machine!

(Pulling The Towel From His Face)- Ladies and Gentlemen, I am....

SAMOA JOE!

Some of the jaws of the fans in the front row begin to drop and the announcers are completely shocked. The boos still fill out the arena but not as much as before.

Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings:
It can't be, it's, it's, it's Samoa Joe, here in GHW! The Samoan Submission Machine has arrived in GHW, Samoa Joe, has arrived to GHW.

Samoa Joe wipes takes his hand and with the back of it wipes his nose. Joe begins shaking his fist in the air trying to get in snot residue off. The Samoan Submission Machine takes a breath and give his final thoughts, his lasts words, the conclusion of his speech.

Samoa Joe:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the most athletic 280 pounder ever to grace a wrestling ring is here. Folks Samoa Joe is here and next week I suit up and next week I will walk in with a clean slate in a new wrestling atmosphere. But GHW I assure you when I leave the ring my opponent will be unconscious and I will be walking away undefeated!

Joe drops the mic on the floor as "Paper Cut" by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system once again. Samoa Joe exits the ring and heads up the ramp ignoring the fans touching his arm calling his name. Joe stops at the top of the ramp and an arrogant smile grows across his face. Joe wipes his nose and the smile disappears and is replaced with a cold, dark look. Joe scratches his nose and places his towel around his neck before heading through the curtains and to the back.

EOT:
Comments Always Welcomed

[Metal Dragon]

OOC: Good job. Another damn impressive promo. Can't wait to see what you can do in a match.

[Hayabusa]

Yep very good stuff. Glad to have you here, I too am looking forward to seeing you in action.