Post by MG Cage on Jun 26, 2012 1:31:45 GMT
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, and then a voice is heard:
And the beat drops.
You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard you can hold all the cards but I WONT! BACK! DOWN!, Oh no I WONT! BACK! DOWN! Oh NO!!! *scratch*I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off
Okay I took a loss, not again
Drop my top to get oxygen
From the bottom got to win
I told em what a happen if they box me in
And then I'm whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass
The boos were horrendous, and people thought he wasn't coming back, hah! He'd seen all kinds of stories, from him having an STD, some people said the Chicago Mafia had killed him, some said he had retired from wrestling forever, he'd seen all kinds of rumors. The latter was the closest to being true, Cage was thinking about it, but in the end he'd only been kicking ass for a year, he couldn't give up yet. Despite all the drama that happened in his FIRST year, he wasn't done yet, he still had a legacy to continue. Everything about Cage was new; New Gear, New personality, new wrestling style, everything, but Cage wasn't gonna be seen as a good guy by the crowd anytime soon, but he was really the last person on Earth to honestly care about the people who financed his paychecks. As the song progressed and the boos got louder, Cage's smile got wider. This crowd really couldn't get over anything, the prepubescent boys in the crowd are probably gonna cry when their first girlfriend tells them she doesn't like their shoes, and the adults were acting like little bitches. He honestly couldn't care less, none of their opinions mattered to him, fuck them. This was his mentality as he slid in the ring and grabbed a microphone from one of the ringside staff.
Heh, this is funny, I return and I'm surrounded by a bunch of rejects who obviously couldn't get past the border to still be in this shitty country.
Ahh, the boos, they got louder now. Someone threw something into the ring and Cage kicked it out, still laughing.
But anyway, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup bitcheeeeeeeees? Heh, that's right, Ol' Cagey boy is back, and better than ever, cue the Eric Bischoff entrance. But nah, I'm really back this tiem guys, no bullshit, and I'm really here to stay this time, even though I don't care about what you guys think. Boo me all you want, but I'm better than all of you sewer rats in here put together, is that even booing you're doing, I don't understand 3rd world country speak.
Some people got pissed and tried to hop the gate to get at Cage, but security stopped them before they could.
See? You can't touch me, I'm God motherfuckers, and there's nothing you can do about it. But since I know people from around the world are watching this, let me explain my abscence. Yes, I had a concussion, yes I was away for a while, yes I'm back now. After all of the injuries I'd had last year, the doctors told me it would be in my best interest to not come back.... but since when have I listened to anyone else? Answer: Never. So I'm back, rebuilt like the 6 Million Dollar man, and reborn like a Pheonix, and when I start whoopin' ass again, I'm gonna be on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire, just like one. I'm here to bring back the slogan of "Talk Shit, Get Hit", fuck that Pinnacle of Excellence persona, this is the old Cage here on a call, because someone made a call to 1-800-TALKSHIT-GETHIT.
The song plays again as Cage makes his exit, crowd booing and jeering, and him not caring, smiling the whole time he walks up the ramp.
And the beat drops.
You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard you can hold all the cards but I WONT! BACK! DOWN!, Oh no I WONT! BACK! DOWN! Oh NO!!! *scratch*I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off
Okay I took a loss, not again
Drop my top to get oxygen
From the bottom got to win
I told em what a happen if they box me in
And then I'm whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass
The boos were horrendous, and people thought he wasn't coming back, hah! He'd seen all kinds of stories, from him having an STD, some people said the Chicago Mafia had killed him, some said he had retired from wrestling forever, he'd seen all kinds of rumors. The latter was the closest to being true, Cage was thinking about it, but in the end he'd only been kicking ass for a year, he couldn't give up yet. Despite all the drama that happened in his FIRST year, he wasn't done yet, he still had a legacy to continue. Everything about Cage was new; New Gear, New personality, new wrestling style, everything, but Cage wasn't gonna be seen as a good guy by the crowd anytime soon, but he was really the last person on Earth to honestly care about the people who financed his paychecks. As the song progressed and the boos got louder, Cage's smile got wider. This crowd really couldn't get over anything, the prepubescent boys in the crowd are probably gonna cry when their first girlfriend tells them she doesn't like their shoes, and the adults were acting like little bitches. He honestly couldn't care less, none of their opinions mattered to him, fuck them. This was his mentality as he slid in the ring and grabbed a microphone from one of the ringside staff.
Heh, this is funny, I return and I'm surrounded by a bunch of rejects who obviously couldn't get past the border to still be in this shitty country.
Ahh, the boos, they got louder now. Someone threw something into the ring and Cage kicked it out, still laughing.
But anyway, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup bitcheeeeeeeees? Heh, that's right, Ol' Cagey boy is back, and better than ever, cue the Eric Bischoff entrance. But nah, I'm really back this tiem guys, no bullshit, and I'm really here to stay this time, even though I don't care about what you guys think. Boo me all you want, but I'm better than all of you sewer rats in here put together, is that even booing you're doing, I don't understand 3rd world country speak.
Some people got pissed and tried to hop the gate to get at Cage, but security stopped them before they could.
See? You can't touch me, I'm God motherfuckers, and there's nothing you can do about it. But since I know people from around the world are watching this, let me explain my abscence. Yes, I had a concussion, yes I was away for a while, yes I'm back now. After all of the injuries I'd had last year, the doctors told me it would be in my best interest to not come back.... but since when have I listened to anyone else? Answer: Never. So I'm back, rebuilt like the 6 Million Dollar man, and reborn like a Pheonix, and when I start whoopin' ass again, I'm gonna be on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire, just like one. I'm here to bring back the slogan of "Talk Shit, Get Hit", fuck that Pinnacle of Excellence persona, this is the old Cage here on a call, because someone made a call to 1-800-TALKSHIT-GETHIT.
The song plays again as Cage makes his exit, crowd booing and jeering, and him not caring, smiling the whole time he walks up the ramp.