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Post by carjak on Aug 6, 2008 19:57:45 GMT -5
Al:Here is the man of the Hour,Christian Cage.Wonder whats on his mind?
Colin:I Dont know but i get the chills every he comes to the ring so it must be important.
Christian emerges from the back with an unusaul smile on his face and his jacket on.He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.He pulls a mic out of his pocket and gives the crowd a sly smile.
[glow=blue,2,300]Christian:I am out here to adress the World Champ.I am coming for that title and right now i am asking wait no telling you to get down here right now![/glow]
Christian still has his jacket but his smile has now faded into a frown as he waits for the champion.
TBCB....The World Champion
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Post by Hayden on Aug 7, 2008 4:16:46 GMT -5
As he waits, the crowd begins to murmer, unsure about what to make of the demands that the newcomer seems to be asking. Almost in adding to the confusion, the sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings hits the arena. The murmuring increases with the familiar sounds, mixed with a scattering of booing directed at the entry of the Jackass.
Big Al:
Hang on a second... Hayden HardKore is not the champ. What the hell is he doing coming out here? Christian Cage asked specifically for the champ to come out.
Fuzz:
Asked? He more like demanded it. And if there's one thing I know about this business, is that demands like that will only get you trouble. In this case, trouble has a name... Jackass.
After afew bars of his music playing, Hayden HardKore enters the arena, a mike in his hand and heading straigt for the ring. His face sits in an unfaltered gaze, his cold eyes staring out at Christian. Dressed like a high-roller in his light grey suit and pants, complete with black shirt (unbuttoned at the top), he strolls down the entrance ramp toward the ring. Christian Cage looks down from the ring at the new face, a look of disgust and annoyance on his face. Spitting down the mike in bitterness, he barks out at the Jackass.
Christian:
What the hell are you doing here? I don't see gold round your waist there buddy. I asked speciaffically for the World Champion!
Hayden ignores him as he takes the steps into the ring. Casually, he adjusts the aviator sunglasses that sit atop his head before holding his finger out at Chriastian, like a mother would when scolding a naughty child. Raising the mike to his face slowly, he begins to speak. Slowly and calmly he begins, his voice picking up in enthusiasm as his speech goes on.
Hayden HardKore:
You see, "buddy"... That is just the problem. around here, the words World Champion don't realy mean a heck of alot. There IS no World Campion. I guess if you were meaning the Charging Glory Champion or the New Age Champion then it would be a different story. I don't bame you, hell, I don't even know whats going on with these titles half the time and I am basically part of the damned furniature round here.
There is a bigger problem here though. That is the lack of respect. I'm not talking the kind of respect you show the fans. I couldn't give a rat's ass what kind of respect these pleebs get from you. But I think it is clear from your reaction... You obviously do not even know who in the hell I am!
Am I right?
Hayden lowers the mike slightly, looking down his nose at Christian quizzitively. Christian shrugs back at him, chuckling to himself a little.
Christian:
Ha... Some kinda....
He is quickly cut off by the Jackass, who changes his expression with the flip of a coin to one of snapping anger, his eyes now flushed with fire momentarily.
Hayden HardKore:
Did I say talk, Chump?
You think you're the shit? Well, you obviously haven't been around long enough to know better. Who the hell do you think you are, to talk over me?
Its a steep learning curve round here, newbie. And I am going to be your teacher. Hell, I;ll be more than happy to beat some sense into you. When I'm done with you, chasing whatever belt you wanted to case will be the least of your worries.
You see, I don't concern myself with petty things like who is wearing the latest gold. I have a legacy, I am a future GHW Hall-of-famer. It is a legacy like mine that you don't get by wearing some silly little title. You earn your respect round here. You want it? Beat me in a match... Not just any kind of match, a match of my choice.
What do you say, Man of the Hour? Is your hour up already? Can I get back to my life now, or are you going to grow a pair and accept?
Hayden lowers the mike again as the crowd begin to sway both ways. One one hand, still reeling from the pleebs call, but on the other, excited about te prospect of a matc chosen by the sick and twisted mind of the HardKore Jackass himself. Patiently and ever so cockily, Hayden awaits a reply...
TBC Christian
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Post by carjak on Aug 7, 2008 12:28:08 GMT -5
Christian laughs to himself and answers Hayden.
[glow=blue,2,300]Christian:Okay,One i am The Instant Classic,Christian Cage and Two,I back down from no man so about this little challenge of yours,I ACCEPT![/glow]
Christian drops the Mic and throws a big right connecting with Hayden's face as he goes down.Christian picks him up and tosses him out of the ring.Hayden lands on the outside with a thud and Christian stands in the ring with a smile on is face.
[glow=blue,2,300]Christian:This is the kind of competetion i came here for and i am getting what i asked for![/glow]
Christian's music hits as he climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp and out of sight.
End of Rp
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Post by carjak on Aug 7, 2008 12:29:38 GMT -5
OOC..Sorry bout the sudden attack,i was in a hurry
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Post by Hayden on Aug 8, 2008 6:25:09 GMT -5
Wow... Original.
This should be fun. Hope you use more creativity in your matches or you are going to die in the ring
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