Post by The Outlaw on Jan 17, 2011 17:55:50 GMT -5
Backstage I take another sip of some GooD 'Ol Kentucky Moonshine reserved for just such an occasion. Reaching into the back pocket of my holy Levi jeans I pull a can of skoal out and throw in a pinch and wait for the loud mouth, self overrated, self acclaimed God of Thunder to stop spewing the vile from his lips and hoping the sound of his voice echoing in the P.A. system rings back into his ears letting him hear just how stupid he sounds.
Last week I was ready to play the part of the bad guy, but that's just not in my style to try to be something, I'm merely one hundred percent me. I'm a GooD bad guy, true authentic original Bad Ass, loved by the fans and hated by most in the back.
Chaotic laughter rings out through the speakers and I spit a lil Skoal into the trash can as the tech crew kills the lights plunging the arena into darkness as Brantley Gilbert's "Take It Outside" bitch smacks the P.A. system.
RINGSIDE...
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[/color][Allyson] "He changes his music like clothes but we've heard that tune before, The God of Thunder may be in for the surprise of his life. The man coming out here worships no God, no man and plays by absolutely no one else's rules but his own!"
[Simon] "Here's your chance to settle up with him T Money!"
[T Money] "If he shuts this punk up I'll call it even."
Taking center stage in the House That Holiday built was The Outlaw standing to the content of the massive roar of the crowd. With his usual infamous smirk, a chiseled body and a few gallons of Ass-Whoop on reserve if the need be. Like a soldier he marches to the front lines without an ounce of fear in his eye slapping a few hands as he goes. He takes to the center of the ring and stands sizing Thunder and then his shit eating grin appears once again and he spits some of his dip onto Thunders boot letting him know he's not a damn bit intimidated.
[Allyson] "Come on Holiday, save your words for someone who can understand them, just knock this guy on his ass."
[Simon] "I agree, kick his ass Aaron!"
With the flick of his wrist Holiday has his diamond plated steel mic in his hands, the fans on their feet chanting his name and the attention of the world at his command. Cloud as he stated may know how to work a crowd but Holiday on the other hand demands attention and respect and at all times it is given.
[Holiday] "First of all I've got to get something off my chest, and no numb nuts it doesn't involve you because like it or not you're far from the center of attention you'd like to be."
Thunder raises his mic but before he can get the first sound out let alone word the hand of The Hardcore Legend slaps the taste out of his mouth and stares through him daring him to do anything about it. Shockingly enough Thunder lowers his mic and waits....
[Holiday] "There are some terms that has been thrown around loosely as of late and as one of the TRUE Veterans here I have to clear that up starting with that term in itself. Few people here and I mean VERY few can claim to be a Legend or call themselves a vet. I am one of those select few who have Veteran status as the rest of you are merely seasoned and just a handful of you at that. So as we make our way to the New Ring Wars where there will be returning veterans and legends it will do you all well to remember to keep that in check.
[T Money] "Holiday laying down the respect system tonight, even though he disrespected the shit out of Thunder."
Holiday turns from facing the stage to the man behind him and pulls his mic back up to his lips.
[Holiday] "And now onto you. First of all I'm inclined to tell you how stupid and ridiculous you are, but on that same note congrats because it worked. 'Ya see 'round here we don't get a lotta fresh meat. I'm sick of beating up the same guys and gals every week and they're tired of it too. And now you come along, you throw a few rocks and long behold every single one of those guys in the back that would claim they're GooD, that they've got talent are gunning for you because you're Retarded! Ohh and now that you have my attention, you have my permission to speak."
[Thunder] "They want to get it on with me more hardcore than I got it on with there mom!"
[Holiday] "See, classic childish things like that is what are pissing these guys off. You disrespected the Hall of Fame, hell you even disrespected my bitch Freakula and that should piss me off. But the way I see it now is like this, I don't need a card, a pay per view, I don't even need permission to make you shit your teeth out after I knock 'em down your throat. You're face to face with the man who stands on the top of the mountain.
[Thunder] "Then where is your title, shouldn't you at least be a champion?"
[Holiday] "I don't need gold around my waist to know my worth. When I came here I locked every title around my waist at once to prove to everyone here that I'm that damn GooD! So tell me boy, you think you're the best? You're looking at THE BEST! So what are you going to do now?
[Thunder] "Well ummm....."
[Holiday] "I tell you what you're going to do, because you pissed everyone off, because you made those boys in the back dance like your puppets and you brought some heat, you're going to have the best damn tag partner you could ask for. You said you prayed to the wrestling God and he answered....you're damn right because that's why I'm here!"
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