Post by wingzero87 on Apr 7, 2009 14:57:29 GMT -5
After the superstars have cleared the ring from the previous match of the night, the commentators have done bickering over the outcome and the athletic display they have just witness. Before the fans in the bleachers have a moment to settle down, catch their breath and order another hot dog. Belle Blair positions her petite self in the middle of the squared circle. Lifts the microphone to her lips and makes the following announcement;
Belle Blair: Ladies and Gentlemen, next up is a singles match scheduled for one fall with no time limit! Introducing first standing in tonight at 6 foot 6 inches tall weighing 290lbs he is the superior athlete John Castle!!
The lights in the arena fade out, the crowd run and shuffle to the entrance ramp, holding their signs above high above their heads, others with cameras and recording devices to capture the superstars entrance. The butcher-tron shows the image outside of Castles locker room. As the heavy guitar rifts boom out from the P/A system, the door opens as Castles wide muscular frame fills the screen on his way to the arena entrance.
Dave: So here comes the animal who managed to defeat two other superstars last week! It even got to the point where he actually used his opponents body as a legal weapon.
Johnny: To right Dave, Castle delivered a military slam on Ravel and then used a charging Mike Payton as a weapon by delivering a spinebuster!
As the commentators continue their discussion The lights in the arena change to a red tint, as it spins around the arena, almost in the same manner of a police siren. The lights slow down an go out engulfing the arena in darkness the only thing that can be hear are the yells and chants of the fans who true to form have begun to chant “Who are ya?!”
Fans: “Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?!”
continuing to shatter the darkness the sound of powerful guitar rifts and thunderous drums come across the PA, with two erupts of red pyro erupting from the sides of the entrance. Once the smoke has settled on top of the ramp stands John Castle. Moving his head from the left of the arena over to right, he moves his head from left to right jumping down on his toes in a style similar to a boxer, followed by striking out in a series of punches and kicks.
Bending over at his waist, crossing his arms in front of chest, as he explosively straightens up, un crossing his now tensed arms spewing forth some sort of liquid from his mouth, allowing it to shower down around him. Castle then moves towards the right hand side of the stage, using his right hand to slam into his chest, yelling “Come on!” to the fans fuelling their excitement and anticipation before repeating the same actions to wards the left side. The fans cheering their hearts out, those who wished to express their hatred towards the superior athlete are easily drowned out
You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You wanted gain without pain
Now your bills is in the mail
You got stronger but your mind got weak
You made a promise you couldn't keep
You had it all - You lost more
It's all there in the fee
Making his way down the entrance ramp towards the ring, moving from one side full of crazed fans to the next giving as many people as he can high fives and hand shakes as well as posing for some pictures. The camera moves across to tonights commentating team of Johnny and Dave.
Dave: If you have just joined us, this is the forth match on the card, it is a singles match the competitors are Disco Pirate and this man right here John Castle”
Johnny: “That’s right Dave, unfortunately its under normal match rules so no foreign objects can be used, which is a shame really! But nonetheless it promises to be a physical, hard hitting match”
Via hell incorporated (regeneration)
1st you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint)
And now you're never gonna make it (bad situation)
Get on get on down
there's hell to pay 'cause
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
For better or for worse and you don't care which
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
Runnin' into trouble you skitch
He's my bitch
Castle makes his way around the ring, turning around and show casing his athletic ability in 1 leap he goes from the floor to the apron of the ring .
You wanted riches and license to kill
You got poverty and then you got ill
You got poor and you lost your will
All your dreams unfulfilled
I get my kicks when you blow your fuse
No-one got killed but that's no excuse
Hands up, I let you know when it's done
I've got the only gun
Then entering the ring through the middle ropes as the lights in the arena return to their standard setting, He then stands in the middle of the ring, jumping on his toes similar to a boxer he then goes towards the top left corner an climbs to the second turnbuckle. He then motions to the crowd, straightening his arms, an then moves them to the side in arching manner before raising his arms in double bicep pose. He then continues to repeat this with remaining 3 posts. John Castle then perches himself in his corner his hands outstretched place on the ring ropes waiting for his opponent to enter the Arena.
Belle Blair: Ladies and Gentlemen, next up is a singles match scheduled for one fall with no time limit! Introducing first standing in tonight at 6 foot 6 inches tall weighing 290lbs he is the superior athlete John Castle!!
The lights in the arena fade out, the crowd run and shuffle to the entrance ramp, holding their signs above high above their heads, others with cameras and recording devices to capture the superstars entrance. The butcher-tron shows the image outside of Castles locker room. As the heavy guitar rifts boom out from the P/A system, the door opens as Castles wide muscular frame fills the screen on his way to the arena entrance.
Dave: So here comes the animal who managed to defeat two other superstars last week! It even got to the point where he actually used his opponents body as a legal weapon.
Johnny: To right Dave, Castle delivered a military slam on Ravel and then used a charging Mike Payton as a weapon by delivering a spinebuster!
As the commentators continue their discussion The lights in the arena change to a red tint, as it spins around the arena, almost in the same manner of a police siren. The lights slow down an go out engulfing the arena in darkness the only thing that can be hear are the yells and chants of the fans who true to form have begun to chant “Who are ya?!”
Fans: “Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?!”
continuing to shatter the darkness the sound of powerful guitar rifts and thunderous drums come across the PA, with two erupts of red pyro erupting from the sides of the entrance. Once the smoke has settled on top of the ramp stands John Castle. Moving his head from the left of the arena over to right, he moves his head from left to right jumping down on his toes in a style similar to a boxer, followed by striking out in a series of punches and kicks.
Bending over at his waist, crossing his arms in front of chest, as he explosively straightens up, un crossing his now tensed arms spewing forth some sort of liquid from his mouth, allowing it to shower down around him. Castle then moves towards the right hand side of the stage, using his right hand to slam into his chest, yelling “Come on!” to the fans fuelling their excitement and anticipation before repeating the same actions to wards the left side. The fans cheering their hearts out, those who wished to express their hatred towards the superior athlete are easily drowned out
You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You wanted gain without pain
Now your bills is in the mail
You got stronger but your mind got weak
You made a promise you couldn't keep
You had it all - You lost more
It's all there in the fee
Making his way down the entrance ramp towards the ring, moving from one side full of crazed fans to the next giving as many people as he can high fives and hand shakes as well as posing for some pictures. The camera moves across to tonights commentating team of Johnny and Dave.
Dave: If you have just joined us, this is the forth match on the card, it is a singles match the competitors are Disco Pirate and this man right here John Castle”
Johnny: “That’s right Dave, unfortunately its under normal match rules so no foreign objects can be used, which is a shame really! But nonetheless it promises to be a physical, hard hitting match”
Via hell incorporated (regeneration)
1st you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint)
And now you're never gonna make it (bad situation)
Get on get on down
there's hell to pay 'cause
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
For better or for worse and you don't care which
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
Runnin' into trouble you skitch
He's my bitch
Castle makes his way around the ring, turning around and show casing his athletic ability in 1 leap he goes from the floor to the apron of the ring .
You wanted riches and license to kill
You got poverty and then you got ill
You got poor and you lost your will
All your dreams unfulfilled
I get my kicks when you blow your fuse
No-one got killed but that's no excuse
Hands up, I let you know when it's done
I've got the only gun
Then entering the ring through the middle ropes as the lights in the arena return to their standard setting, He then stands in the middle of the ring, jumping on his toes similar to a boxer he then goes towards the top left corner an climbs to the second turnbuckle. He then motions to the crowd, straightening his arms, an then moves them to the side in arching manner before raising his arms in double bicep pose. He then continues to repeat this with remaining 3 posts. John Castle then perches himself in his corner his hands outstretched place on the ring ropes waiting for his opponent to enter the Arena.