Post by jeff on Apr 2, 2009 11:33:32 GMT -5
The crowd is buzzing on the night of another fantastic show put on. There has been great wrestling and entertainment throughout. The crowd is about to receive something they never expected though.
Johnny: Ray, this sure has been one hell of a night if I say so myself.
Dave: I have to agree, and I can only wonder what fabulous action is yet...
Before Ray can finish his statement, the entire arena goes into a pitch darkness. An ominous voice can be heard over the PA system.
Voice: The time has come. There has been an absence of domination and force in wrestling for too long. Someone needs to bring fear into the hearts of everyone in this business. That someone... is me!
Suddenly, black and red lights begin to flicker throughout the ring area. The Night by Disturbed begins to blast the arena, as the crowd is still confused as to the identity of the voice. Black and red pyrotechnics begin to shoot from all directions in front of the big screen. After about 20 seconds of fireworks, they clear, and everyone is shocked to see former EVPW superstar Jeff emerging from backstage.
Johnny: WHAT THE HELL!! It's Jeff Smith!! I forgot all about him ever since Vladimir beat him inside the Hell in a Cell!
The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Jeff begins taking several steps up the ramp towards the ring. He is wearing a pair of Chicago Bulls Red and Black shorts, no shoes and no shirt. He is sporting a new tattoo that was never previously seen on his chest.
Jeff doesn't show any emotion or acknowledging towards the fans, just an evil stare as he is walking towards the ring. He approaches the steps, grabs a microphone resting on the top step, walks up them, and enters the ring through the middle and top rope. After several more seconds of The Night playing, it begins to get quieter until altogether silent. He raises the microphone to his lips and begins to address the buzzing crowd.
Jeff: Someone of you might remember me, some might not. I was engaged in three of the most brutal matches of my career against Vladimir Strife, in which I lost all three. After the third, I began to question my purpose in the wrestling business. It took almost a year to realize what my reason was. Not to impress you, or anybody in the back. Not even to impress myself. The sole reason I am here is simply because I like to inflict pain upon others. So I'm going to make this short and sweet. I'm back, and I'm the best shape of my life, and I'm out for blood. So if any pansies in the back have something to say to me, I suggest you get your ass out here quick before I go back there and find someone to fight myself!
Jeff throws the microphone out of the ring and begins staring at the ramp, anticipating someone to accept his challenge.
Dave: Jeff is back, and he's back with a vengeance. I wouldn't want to step into the ring with him right now.
TBC by Anyone
OOC - Sorry I haven't been around for the last few months guys, I haven't really thought about it. If my RP's are kinda shitty at first it's b/c I haven't RP'ed since my last match here.
Johnny: Ray, this sure has been one hell of a night if I say so myself.
Dave: I have to agree, and I can only wonder what fabulous action is yet...
Before Ray can finish his statement, the entire arena goes into a pitch darkness. An ominous voice can be heard over the PA system.
Voice: The time has come. There has been an absence of domination and force in wrestling for too long. Someone needs to bring fear into the hearts of everyone in this business. That someone... is me!
Suddenly, black and red lights begin to flicker throughout the ring area. The Night by Disturbed begins to blast the arena, as the crowd is still confused as to the identity of the voice. Black and red pyrotechnics begin to shoot from all directions in front of the big screen. After about 20 seconds of fireworks, they clear, and everyone is shocked to see former EVPW superstar Jeff emerging from backstage.
Johnny: WHAT THE HELL!! It's Jeff Smith!! I forgot all about him ever since Vladimir beat him inside the Hell in a Cell!
The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Jeff begins taking several steps up the ramp towards the ring. He is wearing a pair of Chicago Bulls Red and Black shorts, no shoes and no shirt. He is sporting a new tattoo that was never previously seen on his chest.
Jeff doesn't show any emotion or acknowledging towards the fans, just an evil stare as he is walking towards the ring. He approaches the steps, grabs a microphone resting on the top step, walks up them, and enters the ring through the middle and top rope. After several more seconds of The Night playing, it begins to get quieter until altogether silent. He raises the microphone to his lips and begins to address the buzzing crowd.
Jeff: Someone of you might remember me, some might not. I was engaged in three of the most brutal matches of my career against Vladimir Strife, in which I lost all three. After the third, I began to question my purpose in the wrestling business. It took almost a year to realize what my reason was. Not to impress you, or anybody in the back. Not even to impress myself. The sole reason I am here is simply because I like to inflict pain upon others. So I'm going to make this short and sweet. I'm back, and I'm the best shape of my life, and I'm out for blood. So if any pansies in the back have something to say to me, I suggest you get your ass out here quick before I go back there and find someone to fight myself!
Jeff throws the microphone out of the ring and begins staring at the ramp, anticipating someone to accept his challenge.
Dave: Jeff is back, and he's back with a vengeance. I wouldn't want to step into the ring with him right now.
TBC by Anyone
OOC - Sorry I haven't been around for the last few months guys, I haven't really thought about it. If my RP's are kinda shitty at first it's b/c I haven't RP'ed since my last match here.