Post by maximum on Mar 20, 2009 5:02:07 GMT -5
"When the lights go out the game is on, are you ready for me, 'cause I'm ready for you!
When the bell rings out this fight is on, are you ready for me, 'cause I'm ready for you!"
[/color]When the bell rings out this fight is on, are you ready for me, 'cause I'm ready for you!"
As the intensely passionate lyrics clearly uttered with confidence via the P.A system are heard, an immediate anthem of boos, taunts and cheers begin to fill the atmosphere of the arena. The arena lights begin to slowly dim down, leaving most of the arena in a pitch black. The loud guitar riff suddenly blares over the P.A system as an ear-deafening, brightly colored green charge subsides around the entrance stage, signaling for the controlmen to equalize the building to the usual, luminous lighting. As expected due to the now well-known entrance theme, Trémo La'Crow gently pushes aside the entrance curtain with a grin of happiness focused onto his known to be hate filled face. He quickly shifts into his trademark sadistically framed smirk intensifying the already loud boos and jeers of the crowd. He takes his palm and extends both his middle and index finger over his mouth. In a display to which shows that La'Crow actually believes the crowd accept him, Maximum elevates his arm and confidentially blows a kiss of fake admiration to the crowd. He smiles as he begins to descend the ring.
::Malibu::
Now look at that, how nice! Trémo just sent a kiss to the crowd. Maybe I shouldn't have doubted him all along.[/i]
::Hank::
To be honest Malibu, you must've been blind not to see how fake that kiss was! And anyway, what kind of proper Fighty fighty person sends a kiss to the crowd. Trémo should stop showboating and get out of here, he wasn't even scheduled by Hawkeye to appear on TNT tonight.[/i]
::Malibu::
I think Hawkeye would allow a member of his own possey to make a name for himself in the ring at any time. Right now, Trémo has pretty much the ability to do whatever he wants I guess. Its a whole candy shop for him.[/i]
As Trémo begins to walk down the ramp in an arrogance of which words can simply not describe, the fans, closer to his scrawny structure shift their weight over the barricade, desperately attempting to pat the man on the shoulder, particularly the television title which shimmers beautifully in the arena lights. The lights seemingly intensify, the steel ring poles gaining a vivid reflection. La'Crow finally makes his way over to the ring steps, still dented as it has been over the two years of TNT programming. He gazes at the blood stained steel, still apparently fresh from a severely extreme brawl. La'Crow continues to descend the steps until he scales over to the ring apron. At this point La'Crow has made so much movement, that the television title begins to slowly slide off. He instinctively adjusts it and briefly corrects his wrestling trunks. The diamonds on the plate of his white, velvet jacket gleam in the spotlight. He spins so that he faces towards the crowd, whirling his jacket so that is resembling a penetrating snow storm of pure white. He places his legs and continues into the ring.
"When the lights go out the game is on, are you ready for me, 'cause I'm ready for you!
When the bell rings out this fight is on, are you ready for me, 'cause I'm ready for you!"
The music begins to fade away, comparable to a rafter caught in an dreadfully powerful current. Maximum begins to pace the ring and the ring technician slides in incredibly quick, handing Trémo the microphone. La'Crow leaves the young, blond haired man a red chest, pushing him aside of stage, showing just how self righteous The Heart N' Soul Of Tommorow's personality can be.[/color]
::La'Crow::
Now, if you were gullible enough to actually miss Triumph last week, I've stored a surprise for you. A little video package showing my first match since winning the television championship. Should we take a little gander?[/i]
La'Crow nods, smiling respectfully but gains the incorrect reaction as the crowd jeer and boo him to their hearts content. Trémo points directly at the titantron as it comes alive from the preceding G.H.W logo. [/color]
Trémo is found in the ring with Draven. The two men are obviously tired, bending over and panting passionately. As La'Crow gives a second swing of his arm, Draven quickly ducks out of the way in a desperate attempt not to receive any further physical impact. La'Crow sluggishly balances on his foot, trying not to fall straight to the mat. He lowers his eye lids and simply gazes as Draven takes seize of his hand. Draven's facepaint has started to fade, having the sweat wipe it straight off. Draven then pulls with his left hand, still on La'Crow's palm and pushes with his right, sending Trémo to the turnbuckle posts. La'Crow, running quite swiftly for his condition, quickly turns at the last possible moment, landing back first on the top turnbuckle. Draven charges him but La'Crow thinking quickly on his feet lifts his legs and places them over the middle rope, twisting his body away from the pole. Draven foolishly runs into the pole and meets La'Crow's foot as Trémo falls backwards and uses the elevation of the middle rope to connect with his shins straight into Draven's forehead. He connects with his patented Takedown and goes for the cover. The referee dramatically slides in and counts three for the victory.
La'Crow claps loudly, with an unusually happy smirk embedded into his face and applauding his very own actions.[/color]
::La'Crow::
Epic wasn't it? Anyway I have a proposition to make. After joining Team Hawkeye, the speculations have sky rocketed. I find this amusing. Since I am hated by pretty much hated by all of Team Hawkeye but the man himself, I offer a simple offer. Now, since I've got no one to cover my back, I would finally like to ask for something that I have wanted for years. Ladies and gentlemen, which superstar from the back. Would like to be the officially new Trémo La'Crow tag team partner!
In a state of shock, so stunned even to prevent their boos, the crowd give a huge gasp of wonder. The gasp suddenly breaks out into a chorus of boos, taunts and the obviously well known jeers.
::La'Crow::
Oh, F-Y-I, I only showed that clip for its pure ownage! It never really DID relate to the whole point of me appearing in this... well whatever, nevermind.
TBC My next partner. Only reply if you want to be the partner, I've got enough shmit to deal with already.
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