Post by Micheal St. Star on Apr 17, 2011 3:31:25 GMT
JUST LIKE JUST LIKE JUST LIKE A STAR... Just like one...
Everyone's attention turns to the tron and The Mars Volta- Goliath blast through the stereo. The fans anticipates a man to come out with flash, glitz and glamour but this man simply comes out with a leather jacket, black and green Star Power Shirt, Cargo pants, and a green pair of Nike Air Max 2011 sneakers.
This man is with his hands in his pockets carrying a smirk on his face with all the fans booing his presence. As a commentator he brought upon an asshole-ish persona that everyone hated so it warranted the response. This man is Michael St. Star the star that was born on this day. He's center stage looking over the fans in view.
He walks down the ramp looking at the fans being very aggressive. St. Star being himself plays right along with the fans mocking them in their face. When he gets to the steps he walks up the steps slowly looking left and right. He walks the apron until he gets to the middle and puts his arms on the ropes leaning and relaxing on the ropes nodding his head. He gets in the ring walks fast to the turn buckle, climbs the ropes, and looks over the crowd once again. A camera man tosses up a mic at St. Star and his music stops. Still standing on the top rope he speaks.
“Hello norms, it is I the Star of the show. The Michael, The Saint, and The Star… has landed in your grounds.”
The fans boos as he raises his arms with his head tilted. He lets his arms down and talks again.
“Embrace this star and Embrace this presence norms. You guys have already heard of me before but I haven’t really introduced myself. How can I even begin to introduce a man of my stature and a man of my lifestyle?”
The fans boos once again.
“Not once in your life have you ever seen this beauty and not once in your life have you ever seen this genetic jackhammer of man. I have genetics lesbians will do me for.
Not once in your life have you ever saw an…”
St. Star does a perfect corkscrew flip from the top rope and lands on one knee looking into the camera. He looks up at the camera with the mic next to his face.
“Not… once in your life… have you saw an athlete as gifted as I am.”
He stands up and walks closer to the camera WCW style.
“You see, what I realize is that even though I’m perfect, I might lose to the politics of the company. This company has been trying to get rid of me since I tried to make the commentary team… perfect”
Winks his eye
“ By saying I was too much of an a-hole or too much of a crap talker and had people sending the company hate mail. I don’t care if Barack Obama caught offense to my Star quality commentary, I owned that commentary team. So I quit and started training.”
Boos.
“Then when I finally get to begin my perfect career…”
His face fixes up angry
“I was attacked by a man by the name of Sylas Styles”
The fans pop
“Awwww shut up! He hurt my chances of wrestling and showing you guys that I can become the best wrestler not only in TNB but the world! Now I don’t know where that ratchet man is but when the stars aligned we will meet again! Now will I be interrupted again? Nope! Not no more!
With this Star Quality presence comes the perfect protection…
Outlaw Inc.! “
Everyone's attention turns to the tron and The Mars Volta- Goliath blast through the stereo. The fans anticipates a man to come out with flash, glitz and glamour but this man simply comes out with a leather jacket, black and green Star Power Shirt, Cargo pants, and a green pair of Nike Air Max 2011 sneakers.
This man is with his hands in his pockets carrying a smirk on his face with all the fans booing his presence. As a commentator he brought upon an asshole-ish persona that everyone hated so it warranted the response. This man is Michael St. Star the star that was born on this day. He's center stage looking over the fans in view.
He walks down the ramp looking at the fans being very aggressive. St. Star being himself plays right along with the fans mocking them in their face. When he gets to the steps he walks up the steps slowly looking left and right. He walks the apron until he gets to the middle and puts his arms on the ropes leaning and relaxing on the ropes nodding his head. He gets in the ring walks fast to the turn buckle, climbs the ropes, and looks over the crowd once again. A camera man tosses up a mic at St. Star and his music stops. Still standing on the top rope he speaks.
“Hello norms, it is I the Star of the show. The Michael, The Saint, and The Star… has landed in your grounds.”
The fans boos as he raises his arms with his head tilted. He lets his arms down and talks again.
“Embrace this star and Embrace this presence norms. You guys have already heard of me before but I haven’t really introduced myself. How can I even begin to introduce a man of my stature and a man of my lifestyle?”
The fans boos once again.
“Not once in your life have you ever seen this beauty and not once in your life have you ever seen this genetic jackhammer of man. I have genetics lesbians will do me for.
Not once in your life have you ever saw an…”
St. Star does a perfect corkscrew flip from the top rope and lands on one knee looking into the camera. He looks up at the camera with the mic next to his face.
“Not… once in your life… have you saw an athlete as gifted as I am.”
He stands up and walks closer to the camera WCW style.
“You see, what I realize is that even though I’m perfect, I might lose to the politics of the company. This company has been trying to get rid of me since I tried to make the commentary team… perfect”
Winks his eye
“ By saying I was too much of an a-hole or too much of a crap talker and had people sending the company hate mail. I don’t care if Barack Obama caught offense to my Star quality commentary, I owned that commentary team. So I quit and started training.”
Boos.
“Then when I finally get to begin my perfect career…”
His face fixes up angry
“I was attacked by a man by the name of Sylas Styles”
The fans pop
“Awwww shut up! He hurt my chances of wrestling and showing you guys that I can become the best wrestler not only in TNB but the world! Now I don’t know where that ratchet man is but when the stars aligned we will meet again! Now will I be interrupted again? Nope! Not no more!
With this Star Quality presence comes the perfect protection…
Outlaw Inc.! “
