Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 1, 2010 23:30:54 GMT -5
Dolla continues to walk the ring, letting the fans rage at the draw. After a few moments the lights in the arena go dark and the Tron lights up with:
"Rebirthing" by Skillet hits the P.A. system and the fans immediately stop raging and start cheering for a real wrestler. The lights come up and reveal me standing at the top of the ramp, a slightly upset look on my face, holding a mic by my side. I let the music play through to the end, letting the tension build up. As the music dies the crowd continues to cheer. It has been too long since I have set foot in the ring.
Simon:Who the hell invited him out here?
Allyson:Shut up and let someone with some sense talk.
I motion with my hands for the crowd to settle down and wait the few seconds it takes them to do so before raising the mic to my lips.
Cloud:First of all stupid put one of the mics down, you don't need two to get your point across.
Dolla looks down at his hands, and realizes, for the first time, that he has two mics in his hand. The one he came to the ring with, and the one he got when he got into the ring. Looking like he swallowed something sour he tosses one of the mics aside and raises the remaining one to speak. I cut him off before he starts.
Cloud:Keep quiet skippy, I have something to say before you foul the air with the garbage you spew from your mouth.
This time he looks like he just got slapped as he lowers the mic.
Cloud:Now for starters, man is it good to be back in the REW.
I look out at the fans as they give a roar of approval.
Cloud:See puppy, that's how you get them riled without using your entire vocabulary to do it. Second, why on earth do you think you have the right to bitch about a decision that was made by the powers that be, you piece of trash?
Allyson:Get him Cloud!
Cloud:I mean honestly what the hell have you accomplished around here? Other than being stupid beyond belief?
Dolla:Why don't you come in the ring and say that to my face you coward!
Ah the mark of a greenhorn, calling someone a coward and expecting a response.
Cloud:I am not going to come into the ring, have you attack me, and force me to prove what I am saying by handing you your ass without having to break a sweat. You are beneath me plain and simple. I won't sully myself with fighting you unless you are thrown to the wolves, and the person around here making the cards decides you need some sense beaten into you.
Now a confused look crosses his face as he tries to derive some meaning from what I just said.
Cloud:Meaning you get scheduled in a match with me, you brainless halfwit.
He hefts an angry, and probably what he thinks is scary look on his face and moves to the ropes closest to him.
Cloud:If you want to come to me, and give me the opportunity to shed some of your blood so be it, but mark my words, you won't walk out of this arena if you come at me with no one to pull me off of you. I don't take kindly to someone being brainless enough to attack me.
He stops with one leg in between the ropes with the sour look on his face again.
Cloud:Plain and simple, you come out here, run your mouth, and expect to get results. It takes guts to do that, but believe me you are barking up the wrong tree if you are trying to fight the decision that was made last week. If you push for a rematch I will make sure that the legends of REW come out of the woodwork and make it so none of the dregs that were there for the event have a chance at winning.
I let the words sink in for a moment before continuing.
Cloud:The fact that Aaron Holiday, and JMW didn't deem any of you worth their time should have told you to just let what happened happen. Cause believe me if either man had truly felt threatened you would have seen much more from either man than you could handle. More than every one of you in the match teaming up against that one man could handle. I have been in a match with Holiday, and know what he is capable of. JMW's skills are legend enough that people like you should know not to look in his direction unless he gives you explicit permission, and even then it should only be a glance, because any more than that would cause you to go blind.
At this point the crowd has returned to their seats and begun to thoroughly enjoy the tongue blistering I am giving Dolla.
Cloud:So with that said, I am leaving now, you be a good little boy, shut your mouth and walk backstage, cause if I have to come out here again because of your drivel I will not give you time to talk, and the beating you receive from me won't be verbal this time.
I turn on my heel and walk back through the curtain as my music starts again.
Will Dolla take my advice or will he walk down a path that will only cause him pain? Stay tuned to find out.
"Rebirthing" by Skillet hits the P.A. system and the fans immediately stop raging and start cheering for a real wrestler. The lights come up and reveal me standing at the top of the ramp, a slightly upset look on my face, holding a mic by my side. I let the music play through to the end, letting the tension build up. As the music dies the crowd continues to cheer. It has been too long since I have set foot in the ring.
Simon:Who the hell invited him out here?
Allyson:Shut up and let someone with some sense talk.
I motion with my hands for the crowd to settle down and wait the few seconds it takes them to do so before raising the mic to my lips.
Cloud:First of all stupid put one of the mics down, you don't need two to get your point across.
Dolla looks down at his hands, and realizes, for the first time, that he has two mics in his hand. The one he came to the ring with, and the one he got when he got into the ring. Looking like he swallowed something sour he tosses one of the mics aside and raises the remaining one to speak. I cut him off before he starts.
Cloud:Keep quiet skippy, I have something to say before you foul the air with the garbage you spew from your mouth.
This time he looks like he just got slapped as he lowers the mic.
Cloud:Now for starters, man is it good to be back in the REW.
I look out at the fans as they give a roar of approval.
Cloud:See puppy, that's how you get them riled without using your entire vocabulary to do it. Second, why on earth do you think you have the right to bitch about a decision that was made by the powers that be, you piece of trash?
Allyson:Get him Cloud!
Cloud:I mean honestly what the hell have you accomplished around here? Other than being stupid beyond belief?
Dolla:Why don't you come in the ring and say that to my face you coward!
Ah the mark of a greenhorn, calling someone a coward and expecting a response.
Cloud:I am not going to come into the ring, have you attack me, and force me to prove what I am saying by handing you your ass without having to break a sweat. You are beneath me plain and simple. I won't sully myself with fighting you unless you are thrown to the wolves, and the person around here making the cards decides you need some sense beaten into you.
Now a confused look crosses his face as he tries to derive some meaning from what I just said.
Cloud:Meaning you get scheduled in a match with me, you brainless halfwit.
He hefts an angry, and probably what he thinks is scary look on his face and moves to the ropes closest to him.
Cloud:If you want to come to me, and give me the opportunity to shed some of your blood so be it, but mark my words, you won't walk out of this arena if you come at me with no one to pull me off of you. I don't take kindly to someone being brainless enough to attack me.
He stops with one leg in between the ropes with the sour look on his face again.
Cloud:Plain and simple, you come out here, run your mouth, and expect to get results. It takes guts to do that, but believe me you are barking up the wrong tree if you are trying to fight the decision that was made last week. If you push for a rematch I will make sure that the legends of REW come out of the woodwork and make it so none of the dregs that were there for the event have a chance at winning.
I let the words sink in for a moment before continuing.
Cloud:The fact that Aaron Holiday, and JMW didn't deem any of you worth their time should have told you to just let what happened happen. Cause believe me if either man had truly felt threatened you would have seen much more from either man than you could handle. More than every one of you in the match teaming up against that one man could handle. I have been in a match with Holiday, and know what he is capable of. JMW's skills are legend enough that people like you should know not to look in his direction unless he gives you explicit permission, and even then it should only be a glance, because any more than that would cause you to go blind.
At this point the crowd has returned to their seats and begun to thoroughly enjoy the tongue blistering I am giving Dolla.
Cloud:So with that said, I am leaving now, you be a good little boy, shut your mouth and walk backstage, cause if I have to come out here again because of your drivel I will not give you time to talk, and the beating you receive from me won't be verbal this time.
I turn on my heel and walk back through the curtain as my music starts again.
Will Dolla take my advice or will he walk down a path that will only cause him pain? Stay tuned to find out.
