Post by samoanjoe on Aug 13, 2008 21:48:06 GMT -5
The arena is still stunned, shocked and quiet at the same time as Brian exits the ring area and heads to the back to start his title match preparations. GHW comes from a commercial break and the arena is still very much the same. The sounds of pins dropping and cell phones ringing.
The tron suddenly shuts on interrupting Al who was about to say something about Fuzz's last comments. The shuts on and shows a man with his back turned in a sephia tone background. A voice then begins to speak, and if not before, grabs the attention of the crowd.
The character then turns around and proves to anyone that did not know that he is Samoa Joe. The sephia tone background switches from black and white colors to red white and blue to normal. "Joe's Gonna Kill You" appears in red text in the corners of the tron and the highlights of Joe careers appear while "Paper Cut" by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system. A few boos and looks of surprise begin to appear all over the arena as Samoa Joe emerges from behind the ring curtains.
Joe grins at the top of the entrance ramp as his song continues to play. He wipes his nose and straightens his towel thats sits around his neck and the smile disappears as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Joe reaches the steel steps and stares at a fan in the crowd holding a "Where's Samoa Joe" sign in his hand. Joe snatches the sign from the child and after the boy's mother pulls him to his seat, Joe marches up the steps and enters the ring through the middle and top rope.
Joe walks over and hangs his arm over the top rope and stares at a ring attendant who sits in a chair. His associate taps him and the attendant turns his attention to Joe who looks at him with a grimacing look. The attendant quickly gets and runs to the ring and extends his hand out, politely handing Joe the mic but only to have it rudely snatched out of his hand. Joe then walks to the middle of the ring and holds the hand painted sign to his face.
Joe tosses rips the fan's sign up and tosses it's pieces out of the ring. Joe then walks over and leans over the ropes and request a chair from the ring attendant who this time slides it in the ring instead of handing it to him.
Joe picks up the steel chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He sits up in it and crosses his legs, getting comfortable before continuing.
Joe gets up and unfolds the steel chair before picking it up and raising it in the air. Joe the commences to slamming the chair on the canvas. The steel chair slams down hard and Joe's eyes squint as he speaks in a scary serious tone.
Joe drops the mic and his entrance theme hits the P.A. system. Hayden exits the ring and hops off the ring apron and smiles at the crowd who is still a bit stunned and excited at the time. Joe straightens his towel and adjusts his pants before marching up the ramp and heading to the back.
EOT
-~Fuzz~-
I know Brian explained his *censored* an all but I don't know whether I can justify it or label him a criminal. His actions were down right despicable but I'm trying to decipher in my head if they, in any way can be right!
I know Brian explained his *censored* an all but I don't know whether I can justify it or label him a criminal. His actions were down right despicable but I'm trying to decipher in my head if they, in any way can be right!
-~Al~-
Same here. I love Commonwealth in all but, he just destroyed his stable buddie. What can condone someone to do that. Greed, jealousy? Is it because Metal Dragon was on top of the world and he wasn't?
Same here. I love Commonwealth in all but, he just destroyed his stable buddie. What can condone someone to do that. Greed, jealousy? Is it because Metal Dragon was on top of the world and he wasn't?
-~Fuzz~-
Forget about Stone Orchard. Will Psycho Savage retired and Damien Kain dead, Stone Orchard is hereby done. And I have a feeling that the worst is yet to unfold.
Forget about Stone Orchard. Will Psycho Savage retired and Damien Kain dead, Stone Orchard is hereby done. And I have a feeling that the worst is yet to unfold.
The tron suddenly shuts on interrupting Al who was about to say something about Fuzz's last comments. The shuts on and shows a man with his back turned in a sephia tone background. A voice then begins to speak, and if not before, grabs the attention of the crowd.
I Am Dominance, In Every Single Way, Aspect, Shape or Form.
I Am Destructive.
I Need Not To Find Focus For I Am The Living Definition of It.
I Am Not Consumed By Fear for I Am Fear Itself and The Undeniable Courage.
I Do Not Feel Remorse For Remorse Is For The Weak And Self righteous.
The Word Pity Does Not Apply To Me, For Pity Is For Incompetents.
I Don't Feel Pain For It Is Me, And Every Different Suffering That Is Inflicted Upon You.
I Am Not Human, I Am.... A Machine.
I AM SAMOAN JOE!!!
I Am Destructive.
I Need Not To Find Focus For I Am The Living Definition of It.
I Am Not Consumed By Fear for I Am Fear Itself and The Undeniable Courage.
I Do Not Feel Remorse For Remorse Is For The Weak And Self righteous.
The Word Pity Does Not Apply To Me, For Pity Is For Incompetents.
I Don't Feel Pain For It Is Me, And Every Different Suffering That Is Inflicted Upon You.
I Am Not Human, I Am.... A Machine.
I AM SAMOAN JOE!!!
The character then turns around and proves to anyone that did not know that he is Samoa Joe. The sephia tone background switches from black and white colors to red white and blue to normal. "Joe's Gonna Kill You" appears in red text in the corners of the tron and the highlights of Joe careers appear while "Paper Cut" by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system. A few boos and looks of surprise begin to appear all over the arena as Samoa Joe emerges from behind the ring curtains.
-~Al~-
It's Samoa Joe, The Samoan Submission Machine is back from where ever he has hidden to since Red, White and Bruised. Boy am I surprised to see him. Wonder what he's doing out here.
It's Samoa Joe, The Samoan Submission Machine is back from where ever he has hidden to since Red, White and Bruised. Boy am I surprised to see him. Wonder what he's doing out here.
-~Fuzz~-
Most likely ripping the crowd or gloating and falling in love with himself. Thats the type of thing self centered bastards such as Joe tend to do. Its sort of a hobby and sort of a trait at the same time.
Most likely ripping the crowd or gloating and falling in love with himself. Thats the type of thing self centered bastards such as Joe tend to do. Its sort of a hobby and sort of a trait at the same time.
Joe grins at the top of the entrance ramp as his song continues to play. He wipes his nose and straightens his towel thats sits around his neck and the smile disappears as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Joe reaches the steel steps and stares at a fan in the crowd holding a "Where's Samoa Joe" sign in his hand. Joe snatches the sign from the child and after the boy's mother pulls him to his seat, Joe marches up the steps and enters the ring through the middle and top rope.
Joe walks over and hangs his arm over the top rope and stares at a ring attendant who sits in a chair. His associate taps him and the attendant turns his attention to Joe who looks at him with a grimacing look. The attendant quickly gets and runs to the ring and extends his hand out, politely handing Joe the mic but only to have it rudely snatched out of his hand. Joe then walks to the middle of the ring and holds the hand painted sign to his face.
-~Joe~-
Hmm, where is Joe? Well you idiots can rest assured that Joe is back and he's not going anywhere for a long time. I'm back with a chip on my shoulder and I'm back with vengeance. And there is one thing on my mind that is of great importance. Scratch that I lied everyone, there are actually two things I'm gonna address.
The first things first, I sat in the back and watched and listened to Brian Commonwealth after he destroyed Metal Dragon or as I liked to call it, "Gave Him The Royal Boot" out of his stable and tried to make excuses for it. Brian calls it the "Right Thing To Do" and he said "Dragon Had It Coming." Well I've got something to say about that matter. I don't really see the grave importance, wait let me rephrase that.
I don't see the benefit in derailing, annihilating, and kicking out your supposed friend, and the hottest superstar on the roster. I don't understand it and I can assure you Metal Dragon doesn't understand it. Hell, his brained were severely scrambled with the Magnum Opus. The bastard is lucky if he doesn't have a severe concussion.
But let me make something clear right now before I carry on with my great, beneficial, speech of great importance, well to me. I have not come out here to sympathize Metal Dragon. I can give a damn about that dude and it serves his dumbass right for aligning himself with greedy, jealous, ingrates who would stab you in the back as fast as they can blink.
I am also not out here to make justifications or applaud Brian for his dead. Now I'm not saying it wasn't entertaining or that it wasn't a real treat for fans but he's not getting my vote.
Now, that we've got that all clear, you dumbasses can get ready to listen to the reason why I am really out here.
Hmm, where is Joe? Well you idiots can rest assured that Joe is back and he's not going anywhere for a long time. I'm back with a chip on my shoulder and I'm back with vengeance. And there is one thing on my mind that is of great importance. Scratch that I lied everyone, there are actually two things I'm gonna address.
The first things first, I sat in the back and watched and listened to Brian Commonwealth after he destroyed Metal Dragon or as I liked to call it, "Gave Him The Royal Boot" out of his stable and tried to make excuses for it. Brian calls it the "Right Thing To Do" and he said "Dragon Had It Coming." Well I've got something to say about that matter. I don't really see the grave importance, wait let me rephrase that.
I don't see the benefit in derailing, annihilating, and kicking out your supposed friend, and the hottest superstar on the roster. I don't understand it and I can assure you Metal Dragon doesn't understand it. Hell, his brained were severely scrambled with the Magnum Opus. The bastard is lucky if he doesn't have a severe concussion.
But let me make something clear right now before I carry on with my great, beneficial, speech of great importance, well to me. I have not come out here to sympathize Metal Dragon. I can give a damn about that dude and it serves his dumbass right for aligning himself with greedy, jealous, ingrates who would stab you in the back as fast as they can blink.
I am also not out here to make justifications or applaud Brian for his dead. Now I'm not saying it wasn't entertaining or that it wasn't a real treat for fans but he's not getting my vote.
Now, that we've got that all clear, you dumbasses can get ready to listen to the reason why I am really out here.
Joe tosses rips the fan's sign up and tosses it's pieces out of the ring. Joe then walks over and leans over the ropes and request a chair from the ring attendant who this time slides it in the ring instead of handing it to him.
-~Fuzz~-
It is always painful to listen to Joe. Such an arrogant, conceited, bastard. He's an uncaring, ignorant pompous ass. Joe is one son of a B**** that I can do without.
It is always painful to listen to Joe. Such an arrogant, conceited, bastard. He's an uncaring, ignorant pompous ass. Joe is one son of a B**** that I can do without.
-~Al~-
Guess I'll have to do something rare and agree with you. His constant insulting and derogatory comments towards our fans really doesn't boost our ratings a lot.
Guess I'll have to do something rare and agree with you. His constant insulting and derogatory comments towards our fans really doesn't boost our ratings a lot.
Joe picks up the steel chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He sits up in it and crosses his legs, getting comfortable before continuing.
-~Joe~-
You see Lads and Queers, when Brian decided to eliminate Metal Dragon from the GHW equation, he put and undeserving Jackass over him, whom may I add was pinned at Red, White and Bruised, and had the ref count three. Now I have nothing against abusing the GM powers to make GHW better but come on, seriously, Hayden. Brian, we would be better off if you had the ref make the count for one of these pot smoking hippies.
I cannot stand the fact that Hayden is our knew King of Deathmatch Champion. It made me sick that he was given an opportunity over more deserving competitors like ones who weren't pinned by him.
He's a washed up wannabe who needs to pass that torch which he barely had a grip on in the first place.
And I am the very dominant force that is ready and willing to take it away from him.
I'm tired of these GHW pansies like Hayden and Dominik Santiago who think they are great and future Hall of Famers. One guy needs outside interference to gain wins and the other needs forfeits and fluke victories. They both are pathetic strategies for success and both of them are sorry excuses for champions.
Now I do have half a mind to make myself available at ringside for Santiago for Commonwealth but hey, I won't have to worry about anything because Santiago won't be champion when the night ends.
Hardkore on the other hand, now that's a guy I am worried about. He is everything that a Hardcore Champion shouldn't be.
Annoying.....Dumb..... and barely talented.
Hayden has one thing right and that is his name... Jackass. That right there is very true. Hayden is a true asshole and his jackass mentality has no limitations.
And as far as the KOTDM Championship goes.
She is a delicate treasure and she needs, desires and craves for someone who isn't the village idiot of the company but someone who brings complete Blood and Gore to her bouts.
She needs someone who isn't in the final moments of their prime but instead a athletically gifted stallion who is that damn good before he hits that mark.
She needs someone with a piece of mind.
And a man who doesn't take pride in calling themselves Jackass.
She needs the Samoan Submission Machine.
She needs me and I hearby and nominating myself for the task.
And the task is a simple one which I for one would definitely accomplish. And that is, permanently put Hayden on the shelf and take the title which I should have one at Red, White, and Bruised.
So Hayden let me make this clear or put these in more simple laymen turns so that you can understand with your 45 IQ and all.
This is both a challenge and a demand. I challenge you for the King of Deathmatch Championship at Summer Ritual and I demand that you find the balls to accept it.
Not tonight though, I want you to soak your wounds from tonight, and clear your head. And Hayden, I hope after that you come to a decision, because if you don't, I'll be sent away for beating you to a bloody pulp..........without authorization.
You see Lads and Queers, when Brian decided to eliminate Metal Dragon from the GHW equation, he put and undeserving Jackass over him, whom may I add was pinned at Red, White and Bruised, and had the ref count three. Now I have nothing against abusing the GM powers to make GHW better but come on, seriously, Hayden. Brian, we would be better off if you had the ref make the count for one of these pot smoking hippies.
I cannot stand the fact that Hayden is our knew King of Deathmatch Champion. It made me sick that he was given an opportunity over more deserving competitors like ones who weren't pinned by him.
He's a washed up wannabe who needs to pass that torch which he barely had a grip on in the first place.
And I am the very dominant force that is ready and willing to take it away from him.
I'm tired of these GHW pansies like Hayden and Dominik Santiago who think they are great and future Hall of Famers. One guy needs outside interference to gain wins and the other needs forfeits and fluke victories. They both are pathetic strategies for success and both of them are sorry excuses for champions.
Now I do have half a mind to make myself available at ringside for Santiago for Commonwealth but hey, I won't have to worry about anything because Santiago won't be champion when the night ends.
Hardkore on the other hand, now that's a guy I am worried about. He is everything that a Hardcore Champion shouldn't be.
Annoying.....Dumb..... and barely talented.
Hayden has one thing right and that is his name... Jackass. That right there is very true. Hayden is a true asshole and his jackass mentality has no limitations.
And as far as the KOTDM Championship goes.
She is a delicate treasure and she needs, desires and craves for someone who isn't the village idiot of the company but someone who brings complete Blood and Gore to her bouts.
She needs someone who isn't in the final moments of their prime but instead a athletically gifted stallion who is that damn good before he hits that mark.
She needs someone with a piece of mind.
And a man who doesn't take pride in calling themselves Jackass.
She needs the Samoan Submission Machine.
She needs me and I hearby and nominating myself for the task.
And the task is a simple one which I for one would definitely accomplish. And that is, permanently put Hayden on the shelf and take the title which I should have one at Red, White, and Bruised.
So Hayden let me make this clear or put these in more simple laymen turns so that you can understand with your 45 IQ and all.
This is both a challenge and a demand. I challenge you for the King of Deathmatch Championship at Summer Ritual and I demand that you find the balls to accept it.
Not tonight though, I want you to soak your wounds from tonight, and clear your head. And Hayden, I hope after that you come to a decision, because if you don't, I'll be sent away for beating you to a bloody pulp..........without authorization.
Joe gets up and unfolds the steel chair before picking it up and raising it in the air. Joe the commences to slamming the chair on the canvas. The steel chair slams down hard and Joe's eyes squint as he speaks in a scary serious tone.
-~Joe~-
And That Ladies and Gentlemen, is a promise and I always keep my promise!
And That Ladies and Gentlemen, is a promise and I always keep my promise!
Joe drops the mic and his entrance theme hits the P.A. system. Hayden exits the ring and hops off the ring apron and smiles at the crowd who is still a bit stunned and excited at the time. Joe straightens his towel and adjusts his pants before marching up the ramp and heading to the back.
EOT
