Post by Trash on Dec 11, 2011 0:37:12 GMT -5
*enters the Wrath after show*
The show opens with a replay, showing the end of the Trash Vs Jason Myst match. The camera zooms to the screens of the two opponents, Trash is on the last disc, installing Riven, while a frustrated Jason Myst has somehow found himself in his computer's bios.
Allyson : "I dont know much about computers, but it seems to me that Trash has the upper hand. Who knew Trash was such a computer wiz?"
Simon : "Well, its not so much Trash being a pro, as it is Myst never really touching a computer..."
Simon : "Well, its not so much Trash being a pro, as it is Myst never really touching a computer..."
The last CD almost installed, Trash glances to his opponent as the camera beams back to Myst's machine. Jason had somehow managed to change the multipliers in the bios and restarts the computer, overclocking the CPU to an umanageable degree.
Trash smiles as he smells the fumes of burnt silicone. Myst's machine shuts off, never once tasted a single disc of Riven. The juggallo shoves the computer's keyboard aside in anger.
Jason Myst : "F'N computers, how do they work?!"
*ding*
Windows rings its own bell, proudly displaying a sucesfull installation of Riven. Back in the arena Trash is declared the winner of the match.
* * *
And now, Wrath opens with Trash standing in the ring, mic in hand.
Trash : "That was fun...but I would rather get to more serious business. As last night's wrath concluded, I saw an all too familiar sight. An REW legend...legend being used quite loosely here, because anyone whose sucesfully shown up for more than a handful of shows becomes a legend here...comes back and immediately demands a world title shot, inserts himself into the main event, because damn it, the only thing they are worthy of doing is fighting in the main event.
This wouldn't have flown in the Ring Wars of old...in, dare I say, Cyberslam promotions. This even wouldn't even fly over on any of the handful of Wrassle affiliated feds on that pay to watch channel!
So, I am here to make a simple proposal, one that our good natured Lawyer will surely appreciate. Blake, you think you deserve a shot at John's title? You think your head is big enough, tough enough, BALD enough to wear the crown of Real Extreme Wrestling?
Prove it.
Beat the Sanity Assassin! "
This wouldn't have flown in the Ring Wars of old...in, dare I say, Cyberslam promotions. This even wouldn't even fly over on any of the handful of Wrassle affiliated feds on that pay to watch channel!
So, I am here to make a simple proposal, one that our good natured Lawyer will surely appreciate. Blake, you think you deserve a shot at John's title? You think your head is big enough, tough enough, BALD enough to wear the crown of Real Extreme Wrestling?
Prove it.
Beat the Sanity Assassin! "
The crowd explodes in cheers, wanting to see The Standard drag Trash from ring post to ring post, decimating him on the way to the elusive general manager come champion.
Trash waits for the cheers to subdue, bringing the mic to his mouth again.
Trash : "And John, you set the stipulation, if you choose to set the match of course. I'm not gonna ask which one of us you'd rather face, so I'll let your stipulation speak for you. "
Trash drops the microphone, rolls out of the ring and heads backstage.
Simon : "Well, an interesting start to this week's Wrath!"
Allyson : "With most of the roster fired, how will we manage to even have a Wrath now?"
Allyson : "With most of the roster fired, how will we manage to even have a Wrath now?"
TBC by
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