Post by ten on Feb 28, 2012 14:13:55 GMT
<! Please welcome at this time. Your WORLD CLASS !>
<Xx- WHOA WHOA WHOA! -xX>
<$$- Everyone looks toward the stage area. -$$>
<Xx- Don't look there! Look up here! -xX>
<$$- The crowd said "WHERE!" -$$>
<Xx- Here...Right here. -xX>
<$$- The crowd starts to notice his position. The camera shoots to where he's at. Located in the skybox...Upper left corner. Booing began -$$>
<Xx- Did my ears hear that right? World Class? Stupid ring announcer. This isn't the World Classless title. A title for the bums. Hell no. Want to name it that? Come take the title from me, and name it yourself.
Till then. Its Innovation. More like the Superior Innovation Championship. Fit for a King, a God. Something more of my stature if you get my drift. And so since this time will be interesting for a while since I'm holding it, I pondered what should I do first.
Here's what came to mind first. I'm not wrestling this week. -xX>
<$$- Crowd "Booed!" -$$>
<Xx- Yeah, but that's not the interesting part exactly. I'm going to give three people a chance to prove themselves tonight. I want anyone in the back. Please more than three. To come out here later tonight on their own time, and tell me why they deserve a shot my title. Do something interesting for once in your lifetime.
I know that can be hard, and all. Since no one in this company never has anything interesting to say...AT ALL! Never. Never ever. Its always the same thing. But I'm hoping that you'll break out of the mold, and turn towards the light.
From all the promos tonight, I'll choose three gladiators out of the bunch. You will fight this week in a triple threat match. Whoever wins that match. Faces me next week with title on the line. How will you know that you are chosen? Be ready. Once your name is called by the stupid ring announcer, get your ass out there. Time has been wasted enough. Get on it bitches
-xX>
<$$- Sits back, relaxes, and waits for some promos... -$$>
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<Xx- WHOA WHOA WHOA! -xX>
<$$- Everyone looks toward the stage area. -$$>
<Xx- Don't look there! Look up here! -xX>
<$$- The crowd said "WHERE!" -$$>
<Xx- Here...Right here. -xX>
<$$- The crowd starts to notice his position. The camera shoots to where he's at. Located in the skybox...Upper left corner. Booing began -$$>
<Xx- Did my ears hear that right? World Class? Stupid ring announcer. This isn't the World Classless title. A title for the bums. Hell no. Want to name it that? Come take the title from me, and name it yourself.
Till then. Its Innovation. More like the Superior Innovation Championship. Fit for a King, a God. Something more of my stature if you get my drift. And so since this time will be interesting for a while since I'm holding it, I pondered what should I do first.
Here's what came to mind first. I'm not wrestling this week. -xX>
<$$- Crowd "Booed!" -$$>
<Xx- Yeah, but that's not the interesting part exactly. I'm going to give three people a chance to prove themselves tonight. I want anyone in the back. Please more than three. To come out here later tonight on their own time, and tell me why they deserve a shot my title. Do something interesting for once in your lifetime.
I know that can be hard, and all. Since no one in this company never has anything interesting to say...AT ALL! Never. Never ever. Its always the same thing. But I'm hoping that you'll break out of the mold, and turn towards the light.
From all the promos tonight, I'll choose three gladiators out of the bunch. You will fight this week in a triple threat match. Whoever wins that match. Faces me next week with title on the line. How will you know that you are chosen? Be ready. Once your name is called by the stupid ring announcer, get your ass out there. Time has been wasted enough. Get on it bitches
-xX><$$- Sits back, relaxes, and waits for some promos... -$$>
END