Post by Cobrita on Sept 2, 2009 2:06:42 GMT -5
Rock The Nation! Rock The Nation! Rock The Nation!
The metalic voice grinds out of the stadiums P.A system as a rythym of Drum and Bass is added, with the gravelly and powerfull voice of Michael cutting in not long after.
We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time
a painful time, a time where cynicism rots to the vine
in a time where violence blocks the summer shine
lifetimes, go by in a flash
in search for love, in search for cash
everybody wanna be some fat tycoon
everybody wanna be on a tropic honeymoon
The entrance curtain is slung open as Cobrita bursts out from behind it, his taped fist, trunks and grin all in full effect as he looks to the crowd. Pumped for his debut he stands mid stage and nods to his entrance theme's lyrics with a fist in the air and a hand over his heart.
Charlie Coors
"Standing at six foot four above sea level, The Hardcore Hero! The Master Of Disaster, The Black Superman! Cobritaaaaa!"
it's too soon to step out of line
you might get laughed at you might get fined
but do you feel me when I say I feel pain everyday
when I see the way my friends gotta slave
and never get ahead of bills they gotta pay
no way no way!
some make a living doing killilng Colombian penicillin
some are willing to play the villain they just chillin'
to pass the time, pass the information
or pass the wine
pass the buck or pass the baton
but you can't pass the police or the pentagon
the I.R.S. or the upper echelon
I think it's time to make a move on the contradiction
Cobrita purses his lips together and pushes them outwards as he nods with pride, and hits his heart with a closed fist as he begins to move down the entrance ramp. Keeping on his toes as he bounces from foot to foot, as he plays to the crowd as per usual. Always the center of attention.
Big Al
"Here he is! Handpicked by Xantaxm to take on the evil of the rebel unit that like to call themselves the Anti-X superstars. Black Dead may be in some huge trouble here. Cobrita looks in fine form."
The Fuzz
"There's no question there, The Master Of Disaster looks absolutely pumped! Although Al... I've got a question. As much as Cobrita asosciates with Xantaxm, Cobrita isn't actully apart of The X-Forces is he? I mean he's done some anti-x things in his time aswell... Where exactly does his allegiance lie?"
Big Al
"Heh... Cobrita's allegince has been the same for a very long time. The Black Superman only answers to the Black Superman, he does whatever's best for him and right now... Helping Xantaxm is the best thing for him, wether or not Xantaxm will draft him into the X-Forces is known only by Xantaxm."
As the great one aproaches the bottom of the ramp he points to the crowd and takes a hop step forward, breaking into half a jog as he moves towards the ring, leaving the ground and leaping forward, sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He looks up from the canvas with a grin before rolling onto his back and bringing his knees to his chest before pushing them out, bringing his torso off the canvas and arching upward and landing on his feet. He smiles and backs into the conrer, awaiting black dead.
TBC
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The metalic voice grinds out of the stadiums P.A system as a rythym of Drum and Bass is added, with the gravelly and powerfull voice of Michael cutting in not long after.
We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time
a painful time, a time where cynicism rots to the vine
in a time where violence blocks the summer shine
lifetimes, go by in a flash
in search for love, in search for cash
everybody wanna be some fat tycoon
everybody wanna be on a tropic honeymoon
The entrance curtain is slung open as Cobrita bursts out from behind it, his taped fist, trunks and grin all in full effect as he looks to the crowd. Pumped for his debut he stands mid stage and nods to his entrance theme's lyrics with a fist in the air and a hand over his heart.
Charlie Coors
"Standing at six foot four above sea level, The Hardcore Hero! The Master Of Disaster, The Black Superman! Cobritaaaaa!"
it's too soon to step out of line
you might get laughed at you might get fined
but do you feel me when I say I feel pain everyday
when I see the way my friends gotta slave
and never get ahead of bills they gotta pay
no way no way!
some make a living doing killilng Colombian penicillin
some are willing to play the villain they just chillin'
to pass the time, pass the information
or pass the wine
pass the buck or pass the baton
but you can't pass the police or the pentagon
the I.R.S. or the upper echelon
I think it's time to make a move on the contradiction
Cobrita purses his lips together and pushes them outwards as he nods with pride, and hits his heart with a closed fist as he begins to move down the entrance ramp. Keeping on his toes as he bounces from foot to foot, as he plays to the crowd as per usual. Always the center of attention.
Big Al
"Here he is! Handpicked by Xantaxm to take on the evil of the rebel unit that like to call themselves the Anti-X superstars. Black Dead may be in some huge trouble here. Cobrita looks in fine form."
The Fuzz
"There's no question there, The Master Of Disaster looks absolutely pumped! Although Al... I've got a question. As much as Cobrita asosciates with Xantaxm, Cobrita isn't actully apart of The X-Forces is he? I mean he's done some anti-x things in his time aswell... Where exactly does his allegiance lie?"
Big Al
"Heh... Cobrita's allegince has been the same for a very long time. The Black Superman only answers to the Black Superman, he does whatever's best for him and right now... Helping Xantaxm is the best thing for him, wether or not Xantaxm will draft him into the X-Forces is known only by Xantaxm."
As the great one aproaches the bottom of the ramp he points to the crowd and takes a hop step forward, breaking into half a jog as he moves towards the ring, leaving the ground and leaping forward, sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He looks up from the canvas with a grin before rolling onto his back and bringing his knees to his chest before pushing them out, bringing his torso off the canvas and arching upward and landing on his feet. He smiles and backs into the conrer, awaiting black dead.
TBC
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