Post by thepurest on Jun 2, 2009 13:42:25 GMT -5
The jam packed arena cheer wildly as the lights shut off and multiply by Xzibit begins to play when four spotlights begin to turn around the arena lighting the fans as they go, eventually they all rest on the stage at different spots before slowly coming together and settling over the curtain where they overlap to form one single round circle. Sam Blade bursts through the curtain to the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd who are somewhat happy of his return from an, as of yet, unexplained absence despite his own shortcomings. Raising his right arm the crowd pop a little but settle back down as he proceeds towards the end of the stage.
-:Dave:-
Hes lucky to be getting on the card atall, granted he is a good athlete but taking little short of two months off without explanation grants an instant release.
-:Johnny:-
Well putting him against AJ may be something of a punishment from the management, imagine having to re-debut against someone as talented as Scally.
"I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't rock-to (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta"
Making his way forward down the ramp the beam follows him, every other light in the arena off so the only thing visible is the three feet either side of the wrestler as he heads towards the ring wearing dark blue and white wrestling tights, white knee/elbow pads and ring boots. He stops infront of the ring and stretches slightly before walking around the ring to within touching distance of the fans where some of them try to pat him on the back and talk to him but he pulls away and makes some distance between himself and the crowd as he gets round to the announce table where he hands a note to the announcer and mouthing something to her which is drowned out by the music. Grabbing a microphone, Samuel quickly turns from the announcers and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, just as quickly he pushes himself to his feet and bounces a little as he once again raises his arms to the fans.
"(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough"
-:Johnny:-
Looks like we're gonna get to hear a few words from this young man...Oh great.
The lights follow him into the ring as he stands tall in the centre they begin to circle around him, the music plays on for a few seconds before shutting off. The lights move in different patterns while his information is announced.
-:Belle:-
Introducing...Weighing in at 240lbs and standing six foot three inches tall...Currently residing in an undisclosed location...Umm...
Sam raises the microphone to his mouth.
-:Sam:-
Say it!
-:Belle:-
Hmph, The past present and future of LDWA...Samuel Octavia Blade!
the spotlights shut off as the other lights in the arena turn back on, raising the microphone to his mouth again he begins to speak.
-:Sam:-
Aha thats right, hes back! I feel I should apologise for the effect my absence has had on this show. I offer no apologies for the absence itself but watching from home I could see how poor the quality of LDWA was without me. Lets negate for a second the facts that we have half our roster failing to show up on the day and one of our general managers using their powers to serve their own purposes regardless of the effect it has on the health of the company. Yeah lets forget all that for a second and focus on our world title. In one corner was Ryan Hughes, a man who was never supposed to be in the tournament and wouldn't have been had it not been for Kahlan dropping out, and in the other was Magnus Gunner who only got through his match with me because I was already half beat from my Last Man Standing match the week before then having to go into another with him, talk about stacking the odds against one competitor eh? Who did he have to beat after me? Sean Myers? Ha, hardly the Ric Flair of our generation now is he? I'm not going to sit here and compare myself with one of the greatest of all time Ric Flair because frankly that'd be an insult to everyone with half a brain, everyone knows I have far surpassed the ranks of Flair and everyone else that came before me. So with that being said, It begs the question why I have been back a few days now and have yet to be given notice of when I'll be given what is rightfully mine: The Lions Pride championship! Scally you are little more than a stepping stone on my road to the title, c'mon down and lets get this over with!
Octavia drops the microphone out the ring as the referee frisks him for illegal weapons, meanwhile he stares intently up the ramp in anticipation of his opponents entrance.
TbC by AJ Scally
((OOC: Completely in character))
-:Dave:-
Hes lucky to be getting on the card atall, granted he is a good athlete but taking little short of two months off without explanation grants an instant release.
-:Johnny:-
Well putting him against AJ may be something of a punishment from the management, imagine having to re-debut against someone as talented as Scally.
"I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't rock-to (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta"
Making his way forward down the ramp the beam follows him, every other light in the arena off so the only thing visible is the three feet either side of the wrestler as he heads towards the ring wearing dark blue and white wrestling tights, white knee/elbow pads and ring boots. He stops infront of the ring and stretches slightly before walking around the ring to within touching distance of the fans where some of them try to pat him on the back and talk to him but he pulls away and makes some distance between himself and the crowd as he gets round to the announce table where he hands a note to the announcer and mouthing something to her which is drowned out by the music. Grabbing a microphone, Samuel quickly turns from the announcers and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, just as quickly he pushes himself to his feet and bounces a little as he once again raises his arms to the fans.
"(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough"
-:Johnny:-
Looks like we're gonna get to hear a few words from this young man...Oh great.
The lights follow him into the ring as he stands tall in the centre they begin to circle around him, the music plays on for a few seconds before shutting off. The lights move in different patterns while his information is announced.
-:Belle:-
Introducing...Weighing in at 240lbs and standing six foot three inches tall...Currently residing in an undisclosed location...Umm...
Sam raises the microphone to his mouth.
-:Sam:-
Say it!
-:Belle:-
Hmph, The past present and future of LDWA...Samuel Octavia Blade!
the spotlights shut off as the other lights in the arena turn back on, raising the microphone to his mouth again he begins to speak.
-:Sam:-
Aha thats right, hes back! I feel I should apologise for the effect my absence has had on this show. I offer no apologies for the absence itself but watching from home I could see how poor the quality of LDWA was without me. Lets negate for a second the facts that we have half our roster failing to show up on the day and one of our general managers using their powers to serve their own purposes regardless of the effect it has on the health of the company. Yeah lets forget all that for a second and focus on our world title. In one corner was Ryan Hughes, a man who was never supposed to be in the tournament and wouldn't have been had it not been for Kahlan dropping out, and in the other was Magnus Gunner who only got through his match with me because I was already half beat from my Last Man Standing match the week before then having to go into another with him, talk about stacking the odds against one competitor eh? Who did he have to beat after me? Sean Myers? Ha, hardly the Ric Flair of our generation now is he? I'm not going to sit here and compare myself with one of the greatest of all time Ric Flair because frankly that'd be an insult to everyone with half a brain, everyone knows I have far surpassed the ranks of Flair and everyone else that came before me. So with that being said, It begs the question why I have been back a few days now and have yet to be given notice of when I'll be given what is rightfully mine: The Lions Pride championship! Scally you are little more than a stepping stone on my road to the title, c'mon down and lets get this over with!
Octavia drops the microphone out the ring as the referee frisks him for illegal weapons, meanwhile he stares intently up the ramp in anticipation of his opponents entrance.
TbC by AJ Scally
((OOC: Completely in character))