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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 13, 2012 7:21:40 GMT
As the show comes back from a short commercial break it wasn't long for the fans in attendance to see something happen. The lights dim red, the Maple Leaf Machines theme hits the P.A. system, and while the theme song itself belonged to the four members of The Maple Leaf Machines last year, it became apparent rather quickly who would be making an appearance tonight as the video screen lights up a highlight package of high flying maneuvers, brain busters, and taunts from the leader of the pack. Jeff Kain, The Canadian King, The Highflyer out of Hamilton, The Red and White Asshole. The man everyone loved to hate walked out onto the stage to something rather surprising; a loud standing ovation from the Atlanta crowd. He smirks, throws his arms up in the air, and heads down the ramp and into the ring. He slides in and calls for a microphone.
Thank you, thank you, you're far too kind!
Another loud cheer. He might of been a dick in the past, but he was an excellent wrestler, and the fans must of been able to see what he brought to the table every night.
Kind and dumb. Oh soooooo dumb.
Did I say a dick in the past?
I get it, I do. No Americans can please you with the crap they call wrestling. No red, white, and blue nimrods can bring their A game for any form of proper matches. What happened when I left last year to get GWNW...
That's Great White North Wrestling for those of you living under a rock. The greatest Internet wrestling show to hit the net since...ever?
Where was I? Oh, right... I left to start up GWNW for a few months, and in that time period with the lack of 'foreign' talents, such as myself, Daisuke and Sentoryu, and The Young's, TNB's ratings dropped. Without premium talent, and idiots like The Youngbloods, Genesis, and Ryan Blaze taking over the reigns, it was all just down hill from there. I feel for you, wrestling world. Every kingdom is toppling one after another, you all HAD to tune in to TNB, now known as something like I:W. In all honesty, it is your best choice of mainstream wrestling out there, I'll give you that much. There's some good ladies on the roster, so there's one thing. I'd rather be in Atlanta if I had to pick one of the 'top tier' federations. I'd rather live here in TNB, even though there's nothing too innovating about it...
That's right. I said it. Avenger isn't innovating. Blaze, nope, the man can barely function from all of the drugs he did in the past. His brain is mush, his body is out of loop, and for all we know, since he hasn't shown his ugly mug around here in ages, he's off in California drinking some cheap ass beer in a dingy strip club telling women how amazing he once was. Lionheart, assuming he breaks his word to Ryan Blaze and the world is really nothing special. Genesis promos put everyone to sleep after they realized he butchered half of what he was planning on saying from stutters and awkward pauses. The Youngbloods STILL think they're something special after six long and irrelevant years. The sad truth of those guys is that I've done so much more than them in my short lifespan than they have combined. Seriously, boys, I'm almost 23 here. Catch up with me. Even the new talent, like Ryan Whyte and Joker are laughable. There's two guys in TNB that I actually don't mind, talent wise, and one of them isn't not coming back, that's how sad things are here. The Stone is a goner, he doesn't plan on returning from what I gather, and MG Cage can put up a fight, but in all honesty is still pretty much an idiot. If he took on a silent gimmick and only did one thing, and that thing was wrestle, he wouldn't be too bad. Does TNB have cool matches and event names? Yeah, flames and cages and all that jazz are cool, and the song 'shot through the heart' for a February Valentine's Day related event is genius, wonder who came up with that idea...
He looks out the the crowd and shrugs, a cocky smile formed on his lips. He was always a pretty good 'idea' guy.
All these cool names, matches, and songs don't mean shit if the talent can't keep up. That's why I'm back. I'm sick of watching you bums do literally jack shit and calling it something. I watch a porno and get a better idea of what wrestling should be than this garbage, and that's saying a lot. I'd much rather sit at home and watch tapes of me running train on you bums than watch you idiots go at it.
I:W is a false name. I will forever refer to this place as TNB simply due to the complete lack of talent. No one here can step up to me, the REAL I:W.
That's right. I'm INNOVATION. I'm WRESTLING. I'm BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU.
He looks at the stage and smirks.
Prove me wrong. Try.
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 13, 2012 12:06:14 GMT
Lights flash as a white smoke filled stage appears. A man that walks through the smoke to the song "Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin. He holds his hands in the air in the shape of an "X" and then releases them in a cross like fashion as he yells. He takes a mic that was left on the ramp as he looks at the arena at was to be his first ever match at I:W.
Well what do we have here? A proud Englishman that wants to promote what feels to be a failed attempt of a wrestling organization and then try to pinpoint some of the wrestlers here to make him feel good? Seems to me that the boy lost his toys and wants to blame little Jimmy for stealing what was his. But you see Kain, I am not here at I:W to know who used to be this or used to be that? Oh no! I am here because the future is the one talking to you right now. I am Innovation! I am the one that will change the face of this company.
You see you come out talking about guys leaving and trying to make an impact because perhaps their impact here was short lived or never taken seriously to begin with. And what did you do? Go and make the G.I. Joe company or whatever you want to call it. But now you have returned because you are a proud man of England and all Americans are trailer park trash. Well let me let you in on a little secret and that is this American is ready to take you on. Not because you are anything special but because someone has to come out and shut you up. Someone has to challenge the others for prominence in this company and that someone is me.
You see you can blast whoever you want to blast but honestly who in the hell are you? What have you ever done? But that is no importance to me at this time. What matters is the game of "Chess." And if you like it or not the single most feared move in the world will end your little parade of charades tonight. Because when you don't even know when it is coming, I will drop you with the "Checkmate" and when it comes you are gonna be like that organization you was with and that is down and out and wondering what just happened. So if you want to fight someone that is totally Innovation then here I am but if you want to fight you past heroes then I say go down the street to Gamestop and pick up a copy of an older wrestling game and reminisce. Tonight it is about me taking you to the "School of Innovation." The real question is are you Innovation or just a cheap carbon copy of what a real wrestler from England looks like?
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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 13, 2012 21:14:01 GMT
Kain stares at the man in amazement. He was completely lost for words. He drops his microphone, rolls out of the ring on the opposite side of where the newcomer was positioned at the mid point of the ramp, and makes his way for the barriers. He hops one of them that was host of an emergency lane that was cleared for purposes of getting someone out safely. He walks up some stairs and makes a quick left before reaching the exit. He keeps walking until he hits it...
The Spanish announce table.
He sits on the top of the table looking at the two men and points back at Winters.
I come to you two because Cowboy Bill down there is a terrible announcer, damn Americans can't even call matches. So, I need one of you to deliver a message for me... Uh, God, it's been years since I tried this...
Señor Kain es canadiense Señor Kain no es Inglés canadiense no es Inglés
There was an awkward pause as the announce team stares at him blankly. It was either the fact that Kain knew a little bit of Spanish, or that someone in TNB actually addressed them and all their hard work and dedication of calling the matches to the Spanish crowd in Southern US and Mexico. They look at each other and remained quiet. There was some fear in their eyes. They could disobey Jeff and get smacked around by him, or they could tell off this newcomer, and get smacked around by that guy. It wasn't much of a situation they were capable of winning in.
Señor Kain........
Together they repeat.
Señor Kain... Señor Kain...
Kain does a hand motion to signal for them to continue on with the command. Again they look at each other in complete silence, and then do exactly what Kain DIDN'T want them to do. They messed up the line.
...no es canadiense ...no es canadiense
His eyes bulge out like a pug, and in a fit of rage snatches one of the men up by his black tie. He pulls him real close and stares him down. A glare that burned deep into the poor mans soul.
No. You're useless. Asshole.
He shoves the man back who comically topples backwards over his chair. Kain storms away from that scene and heads back to the ring area. He hops the gate and walks towards the standard announcers booth. He looks at Kazu Tagahashi and sighs.
You know what I want. Do it.
Tagahashi stands up, and says...
Jeff Kain is a Canadian citizen. He is not from anywhere in Europe. Your statement of him being English is false. There was a video package of him with maple leafs and all that Canadian stuff as he entered, everyone saw it.
Jeff Kain sighs another sigh, this one from relief. He rolls back into the ring and retrieves his microphone.
The fact that you couldn't clue in about my nationality is kind of a sign that you don't have much brains in that heavy frame of yours. Look at you, you're like that tight end from the New England Patriots that was caught dancing at a club after losing the Super Bowl. GRONK SMASH, GRONK DANCE. You might be a big guy, but lets be honest here, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. The less brains they have, the easier it is to outsmart them into falling. I'm the master of intelligence, the perfectionist of hitting the big moves at the most critical situations, and the best star to mix classical old school wrestling with new school flavor. I've got the clutch gene that isn't something you can teach, and not something you can learn. It's all natural instinct. I've got everything you don't, Gronkowski.
Who the hell am I? What the hell have I done? Do you want my accomplishments spoken verbally, written on paper, or sent to your agent via email? And would you like me to include my records and titles from various other companies, or just here in TNB? Because I was undefeated all throughout my time wrestling in 2007. I'm a former World Class champion. The first one for that matter. I made the high flying division of TNB what it is today by creating it, promoting it, and partaking in it. I made men into stars. What have you done? Not a whole lot. I don't even know your fucking name, so don't ask me what I've done. Get in here and polish my boots, buddy, because that's what your career has been thus far.
Kain paces the ring. He loved confrontations like these.
No, I get it, man. You're looking to come here, down talk this 'proud man of England', his 'G.I. Joe wrestling company', and his 'lack of accomplishments'. I get it. Cool. What you don't get is there's millions of people watching and you just made a complete mockery of yourself in front of everyone of them. I hope your family is watching. I hope you have a wife and kids, and your son looks up at his mother, his young and beautiful mother, and says... "Mommy, why did daddy say that?" And you know what I hope she responds with? I hope she looks your little boy right in the eyes, his little hopeful eyes, and says to him, "I don't know. He doesn't know what your talking about. Your daddy really embarrassed us tonight. I'm going to put you to bed because I don't want you to see him get hurt tonight." then after that she sneaks out and visits this Canadian and he teaches her how to be a lumberjack and ride a REAL piece of lumber. I hope that all happens. I hope your father is alive and well, and he changes the channel to ESPN to watch Skip Bayless rave on about Tim Tebow and Jeremy Lin. I hope he refuses to tune into the match because he's well aware that all I do is Lin.
Hashtag that.
I hope you're happy that you made your family, friends if you have any, and now coworkers embarrassed for you. I hope you're happy that everything you just said has instantly became irrelevant because you come out here talking a big game, only to get it shut down because you lack knowledge. You lack the ability to comprehend who I am, why I'm here, and what I bring to the table. You look to be worse than all the guys I can get for a used, last years version of the TNB video game, for a nice and affordable price down at Gamestop. I hope you recognize you won't even MAKE IT onto this years copy. You're that bad, and I hope you're happy about it.
You're a joke. Jump off a bridge or something, asshole.
He looks past the man, out to the stage. He stares down the entrance ramp, hoping for someone, anyone else.
This is the best you can do for my return match, TNB? Jesus Christ.
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 15, 2012 12:00:23 GMT
Alex Winters just looks as he sees this man talking to no end. Like he can't even breathe for a few seconds. He can tell his heart is racing and reminds him of an old man who can't use the bathroom.
Listen chump! You may not know who I am and that is how like it because no matter what you think or what you do that you get me tonight in this ring. Unless you are like a scared little boy and did what I saw last year when I was observing this tv program and that is take your G.I. Joe toys and leave. If that is you then by all means go and play in the sandbox with one of your bosom buddies. But if you are a man then you will walk in that ring later, go one on one with the most innovative man this sport has ever seen, and take what is coming to you.
You see you know it is coming like all of these fans know. We all know someone like you is in need of getting his ass handed to him and buddy I am the one that is gonna do that. No more of these Canadian slash English wrestlers crying because they did not get this or that. I have heard enough of that already. Seems like daddy was not good enough for them or something. I did not get this or that and want to blame everyone but what they look in the mirror. And you think that makes your nationality proud? You think that is how it is to get something out of your life? How about working your ass off and achieving it on your own. Nobody likes a crybaby and nobody likes a handout and pal nobody likes you!
The crowd erupts as it seems that Winters is ready to throw a few punches.
I can give a rat's ass what you have done in the monkey see monkey do companies around the world. I can care less on what you think you have done here. But like it or not this is not TNB but the I to the W. It is time that someone that came in with a fresh new approach gives you a lesson in what it means to be a real wrestler and the Innovator of Excitement instead of the Expertise of Boredom.
So tonight all of my family back in Las Vegas will be watching. And if you are not careful that thing you call a woman may drop you like I am gonna drop you and maybe I can show her what a real man is like. Not some carbon copy from Vancouver or wherever the hell you are from. Because real men take action and real men don't run away from a fight. They embrace it!
Alex Winters flashes the sweat off of his chest as a mockery and the fans cheer his name. You can tell this is a pro-American crowd as it seems they are giving Kain the business.
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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 16, 2012 2:32:28 GMT
Questioning Kain's manhood by saying he wasn't one if Jeff didn't get in the ring with this guy later tonight? Kain laughed that one off. He had whipped his ass with things more important than this fella. Stuff like single ply toilet paper, the worst of all toilet papers.
Kain had ice running through his veins, This guy didn't phase him too much. He had faced bigger, more menacing guys in the past. Guys that could work the microphone better, too. He actually disregarded half of what he said upon hearing one thing. One thing he'd focus on.
'That thing you call a woman'... So that's implying that your lady-friend is actually a man?
He shrugs.
If he, or she, is going to drop me, how about I fight them. That's right, bring out your wife. I'd love to smack the taste out of her mouth, she needs it after being on your dirty lips.
A loud chorus of boos.
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 16, 2012 12:06:44 GMT
The crowd boos Kain as Winters just looks in disgust.
Listen Kain these fans don't boo you because you are Anti-American. These fans boo you because you are a piece of trash that thinks he is something special. Someone that wants to be in the big time but just another small fish swarming around to be noticed. That is all you are and that is all you are gonna be. From a guy that saw it as he makes his in ring debut tonight here at I:W.
You see you think because you come out and talk like the Ultimate Dummy then that makes you a better wrestler? All that really makes you is another long list of wrestlers that talk just to hear himself talk and talk that no one can understand. Another mouth breather you are. I mean you got to have some good lungs to talk as much as you do and make no sense whatsoever.
But let me point out the obvious things shall I? You are not better than me on the mic. You are not better than me with the ladies. And you are not better than me in the ring. Those are facts and tonight I am going to make it stamped on your ass as I do what I do best. But pal what you are better than me is this and that is running, backpeddling, and blowing hot air. You are definitely the Unified Champion of that one.
Winters gets the crowd motivated as he looks around trying to find someone as he speaks again.
Can someone find Lionheart or one of the authority figures in here. Because my man in the ring don't have his Championship Belt. He needs to have it when he comes in the ring. You know the World Championship Of Most Words Spoken Without Making Any Sense.
That is about as close as you are gonna get to a title chump. Tonight you and me in this ring. You the Innovator of Lost Words In Your Lost World vs me the Innovator of Intensity, the Creator Of Innovation, and the Designer Of Champions. Get in the ring with someone that will make an example out of you and show the world what you really are. Unless you want to have a wrestling match on who can blow the most smoke and definitely you will win that one hands down.
The crowd stands to their feet as they are cheering for Alex Winters and booing heavily for Jeff Kain.
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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 17, 2012 1:30:15 GMT
Uhm, nope, you're wrong pal-o. These fans hate me for three solid reasons. First and foremost, to contradict what you said, they hate me because I poop on their home land time after time. These people are very patriotic, I'll give them that much. It's just unfortunate they're so passionate about a place that's just so terrible. I feel for them sometimes, I really do. Second off, they hate me because I'm a dick to their favorite stars. They hate me because I down talk these guys that come here to shut me up. I beat them up. My track record proves it. Third? They hate me because they know I'm good on my promises. They hate knowing I'll say I'll mess a guy up, show up to watch the show and then watch as I dismantle the self proclaimed hero that's coming to stop this villain. They hate knowing the outcome because I spoil it days before the event. It happens, it always does.
He shrugs off all the incoming boos.
Hear them? Hear them boo me? That's talent. They wouldn't hate me so much if I got my ass kicked week in and week out because they'd know I'd get what I deserve coming. But the thing is, I don't get beat. It doesn't happen very often. Remember, I HAVE stepped ring in this place before. I HAVE put on shows for these guys and gals. What have you done? Sold hot dogs in the stands, trying to pay each months rent? Is that how you know any little bit about me? It's sad.
At that very minute, every vendor turns in one collective motion to scowl at Kain's harsh words.
Let me break it down with some honesty for you. You're out here slinging insults and trying to poke through my impenetrable armor, all while trying to get the fans on your side. The truth? They only cheer for you because you're up against me. Why the hell should they cheer for you? Because you've had so many memorable matches here in the ring? Because you've held hundreds of world titles? Because you've earned the respect of your peers? Right. You'll have some stupid response to that I'm sure of it, but that's alright. Everyone in the back, EVERYONE knows that you're making a name for yourself facing me. You're making a name for yourself for even talking to me. At the end of the day you can think you've accomplished something by telling me you're better than me in every aspect of wrestling, from mic work to in ring ability. You can do it. But at the end of the day all you've got is your word. At least I've done something.
The boos all halt. There's an eerie silence throughout the arena. Jeff K stares the man down, his icy gaze frozen solid on the mans eyes. Some fans who have lost their minds even begin a slow clap. Anyone in the back could come out right now and testify for Jeff, but why would they, they're all talentless hacks anyways.
The irony of you saying I blow hot air. When I talk, people listen. Just because you can't grasp it doesn't mean it doesn't matter. It means you're retarded. I said a few words just now and you just blew up talking about how I'm the guy that speaks the most words without making sense. I thought my last statement made perfect sense...
...I'm fighting your wife tonight. It's decided.
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 17, 2012 12:17:32 GMT
Winters sighs as he had to set the record straight.
Let me set the record straight since you don't know anything about me or probably don't care. Yeah you are right on a few accounts like what have I done? Not much since I have yet to set foot in this ring but I have brought interest and fanning the flames you could say. The most talked about and sought after wrestler just on the rumor of stepping in the ring. I haven't even laced up my boots tight yet and got your panties in a wad. What does that say about me and more importantly what does that say about you.
And what will it say after the end of the night when I get the 1-2-3 that a guy that you think all he can ever do is be a vendor and scraping quarters just to pay the rent beat you in the ring? I am sure by your standards it will be all luck. But what you don't get is that this guy you are facing is no rookie. He has been waiting his time to come in and make an impact and believe me when I say I don't need your mudish name to be anyone or anything. Matter of fact if you beat me it will increase you more than me beating you. For the fact that I am an internet icon and you are just another wannabe Canadian wrestler that is only famous for the crying and complaining that he does.
Tonight the only chance you have in beating a "Winters" is if you beat my girlfriend. But hey maybe you need to wear another outfit and go to the Amazon division and perhaps you could actually "score." But tonight you will find no refuge I assure you. You will have no place to hide and even your so called beloved people will turn their backs on you. Tonight when we step in that ring you will realize that I am not making a name for myself from you but I am going to make the Innovation Division what it is. I am making it the most popular because Kain I am "Innovation." You may not realize it because you are blinded by your own ego and words. But hey that works for me, it just gives me more of an opportunity to shove it down your throat as even you will be astonished after the night is over.
You dream of power and women but have yet to show any promise. You like the desire or drive to obtain anything on your own as you feel everyone is against you because you have this hatred for the American Society. Even though it is the American Society paying your salary and allowing you to come out here week in and week out. And honestly, I don't need the fans to cheer for me or boo you for me to show them who the real star is. Tonight we will get in that ring and you will see quickly that you can't beat me and knowing you you will do what comes naturally and that is get out of the ring and run away. But who can blame ya when you are about to get in the ring with me.
The crowd cheers as Winters is getting pumped up as you can almost see the energy surpassing him. The arena begins to shake over the fact the fans are excited.
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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 17, 2012 13:21:08 GMT
I'd have my panties in a wad MAYBE if you said something different. I love the irony that I'm the one that blows hot air and you don't shut the hell up. I don't honestly see why you have to ramble on and on and on and on and on and.. on. andonandonandonandonandon.
I put it very simply and you keep avoiding it, I want to fight your wife. Simple. You said she could knock me out earlier, so let's see it. What is she, Kim Hunters? The dyke that wants to hang with the guys, can't cut it with the women, and then goes back into some dark abyss where she belongs- a place where no one cares about her. Is that it, are you with Kim Hunters?
you keep telling me you're innovative, and honestly, it's getting old QUICK. The whole point of innovation is to bring something new to the table. You haven't done it yet. All I've heard from you is, damn, Kain, you're a pussy. Damn, Kain, I'm innovating. Damn, Kain, these fans love me. You sound like The Avenger, the type of guy that keeps talking in circles until something he says can get him props. Want a hint? Change your game.. quick. We're talking about a guy that has ONE fan, one legitimate fan, and that's Mr. Bossman Chris Lionheart. If Liono wasn't the guy that held the cards for the majority of the time we'd see that old joke of a wrestler gone. Once he hits the TV, everyone hits the remote. Truth.
Just trying to give you some advice. You don't need it though, because you're so super-duper hyped, everyone loves you, you're a highly sought after free agent that is sooooooo-oohhh-ohhhh-hooooooo innovative.
The fans kind of chuckle. This guy was clearly an idiot. Highly sought after? Nobody here cared about what people did outside of TNB with the exception of maybe Sylas Styles, who had made a name for himself all around the world.
You know what's funny? That you think you're fighting me tonight. THAT'S HILARIOUS! Because I'm fighting your wife tonight.
Then it hits Kain like a ton of bricks...
Actually, no.. You're right. That's amazing! You're a genius for saying that one small thing, but that's the only half intelligent thing you've said all night.
I already said it, TNB has a decent womens division...
I'm fighting the ladies from now on.
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 18, 2012 15:20:42 GMT
Winters starts clapping as he shakes his head.
So you want to fight women now? What are you some pimp that only feels powerful when he has to put his hands on a woman? What you can't beat a man? Is that how you roll? You know when you say things like that it shows that maybe you are not cut out to be a man's man or a professional wrestler on the male scale. Maybe you need to dress up and beat up on somebody you can beat and that is these women.
You know you comparing me to the Avenger and Lionheart is almost a compliment. At least they have done something in this sport. Can't say the same for you. I mean you talk out of both sides of your mouth. You say I blow hot air and I keep repeating? Look in the mirror Einstein and see what you are doing. You remind me of Ryan Blaze. The guy that doesn't know who he is or where he is. You remind me so much of him that when the chips are not in your favor that you tuck tail and run to a place you know you can dominate. Why don't you do something positive for once and get in the ring with a real man. Someone that will fight back and bust you in the mouth, Oh wait, I forgot you got to fight a woman so you know you can get the victory. Is that how Canadians roll? Is that why they are mostly crybabies because of the free government help they get? That's it! You are a sponge. Just getting what you can get for free. Is that why you beat up on women?
You know I always thought you were a little slight in the pants by the way you talk and presume to be a woman beater but never knew all Canadians were that way. I tell you what if you want to be a man and grow a sack then get in the ring with a real man. Get in the ring with me. But if you want to play dress up and have slumber parties then find one of the ladies in the back. Because this is where real men come to fight and become something. Don't leech on to a free gift but earn it. And yes, I haven't earned squat and I acknowledge that because I have not been in that ring on a live event. But that doesn't make me less than you just because you fought here once and left and now returned. What it makes you is someone that can't handle the big time especially on your mind is getting things for free and beating up women.
I think it is time for a man to put you in your place. If you ain't scared that is? If you won't call momma and tell her someone is beating you up? And believe me I won't be making a name for myself by doing that but I will put you back in reality. And after I am done with you and taught you a lesson on how to treat women then this world will be a better place. But knowing that it won't take just one ass whopping I am sure it will take many. Because I am gonna something that your momma should of done a long time ago.
The crowd chants...
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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 18, 2012 15:41:16 GMT
Kain, literally ignoring EVERYTHING the man just said, stares at him and makes a 'gum flapping' motion with his free hand, all while saying BLAH BLAH BLAH off mic. If the man was going to ignore half of what he said, then why was it worth listening to him? He put it very simply- the wife comes out or there's no interest for him to be here anymore. He didn't need a huge rant about....whatever it was he was saying. He wanted a YES or a NO.
Maybe this guy would get it if he did a physical action because words were going straight through his head. Maybe he was absorbing it, but the man was literally slightly off? Slightly slow? This was very possibly the case. A man who kept down talking Kain like he had done more than him, all while Kain actually had stuff on his resume here in TNB.
It was ok, though, because if he was retarded, that must mean his wife was retarded too, which would make the fight that much sweeter.
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 18, 2012 16:44:03 GMT
Winters laughs as he exits and then turns around.
I will be here in the ring later. If you want to be a man then come and get what is coming to you. If you want to be 13 or a woman then go play with the women in the back. I will be here waiting on you Mrs. Canadian Dry!
Alex Winters nods his head in a yes position many times as he mocks Kain rubbing his eyes pretty much calling him a crybaby.
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Post by Daisuke Tsuyuki on Feb 21, 2012 23:35:13 GMT
As Winters makes his way up the ramp, the lights in the dome fade. From the entrance that the Falcons use for home games fills with with a dark royal blue light. The electrnic banner that courses its way around the arena area shutters and suddenly is fill with neon green symbols, they shift and reform into Japanese Kanji. The crowd murmurs as the lights within the dome brighten, changing to a color hew that they recognize. Then suddenly a theme begins Bang and Shake it fills the arena. The Crowd starts to chant as they come to their feet.
Anaru sekkusu Anaru sekkusu
Then there is a loud scratching wobbling sound as if the tape was being rewound and broken, then silence.....
The crowd stop their chant. Wondering what is going on. Then the first bars of Fist Pump by Lil John starts and from the entrance way comes Daisuke Tsuyuki droppin it like its hot. As he dances and sings away the crowd reach out to him and restart their chant.
Anaru sekkusu Anaru sekkusu
As he listens to the crowd, his pride swells . He now knew that returning was the right thing to do after all. Then to his side appearing from the crowd, two tiny sleek looking Japanese women, They mirror his every move. As he reaches the barrier he stops lifts each one to stand on it and then joins them. The music abruptly stops. Dice smiles to himself, his head bowed . Then with a thrust of his arm he raises the mike over his head. The crowd responds.
Fukaku hamekonde chodai! Korrrrrrrrra!
Then as one the three jump down to the floor again and the women dance up the ramp around Winters, as Dice rolls into the ring and jumps to the turnbuckle, playing to the crowd that was still chanting. Jumping from the buckle he turns, With the swift movement, he mimics the stylings of a samurai sliding the mike like a katana he sheaths it in his trunks.
Stepping to Jeff Kain he extends his hand, which is slapped fist bumped and, as Jazz and Fresh Prince used to do ,they insync toss their head to the side and go spish. With that they both fall back wards and flop to the mat only to kip up at the same time . Smiling both men bow to each other and turn to face Winters, who's face was a mask of bewilderment, both at the display in the ring and of the two gyrating Japanese women impeding his retreat from ringside.
Dice spins on his heel then tipping an imaginary hat he grabs his nuts and throws a hand in the air as he moonwalks ala Micheal Jackson style to the ring ropes . Spinning again, as he does he whips out his trusty mike,Leaning on the ropes nonchalantly,mike dangling loosely in his grasp. He looks down at this new arrival to the I:W landscape. Smiling Dice decides its time to speak.
Fukaku hamekonde chodai! "Binbin-daze" You look like you have never seen an Oriental woman before. Or maybe you really like what ya see and you want to get to the back fast so u can Masu-wo-kaku I can see you now hiding in the janitors closet all bent over with your Tento-wo-haru out and after 2 seconds you be screamin.Iku...Iku!
With that Dice starts laughing so hard he forgets he is hanging over the ropes. He loses his grip and falls headover heels out to the floor, clutching his stomach screaming in no más no más in spanish... as he is a worldly beast Dice laughed somemore at his antics. The crowd was laughing as well. The two Japanese women come running to ring side and help him up. He is still doubled over ,clutching his ribs eyes full of tears. Straightening he stands, turning to the Japanese ladies the then bows and dismisses them. Turning back to Winters,whos is still in a state of shock and lose as he doesn't have two clues what the fuck is going on.
Well Winters I have a head ache from listening to you prater on and on like an Abazure. Jeff is in the same state. He is trying to come up with an exit strategy to rid himself of your Avenger- like mike skills. So I figured since He wants to kick your Otoko onna, around like a soccer ball. I figured i would step in and make you look like Jyogakusei. Oh before you start talking again i will save you some breath. I am fluent in English, yes i know I am in the U.S. Yes I know that America speaks English. But I also am Japanese I tend to use Words i like to use and if you had a bit of a brain in your former military head of yours you would know these slang words. As everyone uses the English counter parts every day. Well unless you are Tim Tebow. So what cha say big man you want dance with the Dice Man?
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Post by Alex Winters on Feb 22, 2012 11:50:48 GMT
Winters stops to hear what this guy had to say as he smiled and was captivated by how he is compared to legends of this sport.
You know that is all I have heard is Kain there wants to fight my girlfriend? Question is am I fighting his with you Dice-K? I mean you come out and compare me to one of the Legends and I will take that as a compliment. But regardless, I have yet to make my debut and since Kain wants to fight my girlfriend then I need to call her up to see if she is ready. Even though she has had no training besides keeping herself fit in the gym.
But you on the other hand, I am gonna take pleasure into fighting. Because you are the Orient Express I hear. The man behind all the great Japanese wrestlers. Well I guess we are gonna see because I got myself a Japanese move or two. Not because it is to mock you but it is part of my military heritage as you pointed out earlier. Because if you believe me or not I am not out here to degrade anyone or anything. But it is about time that the world knew that I am not just some loser who couldn't cut it and wanted to try wrestling.
So tonight if you want a match with me then so be it. You I bet are a grounded wrestler like most bigger Japanese guys are but with me you will see I will resemble the Sentoryu cat you keep mentioning. Maybe if he is watching he will see a little of me in him. You want to compare me to anyone compare me to him!
Winters was ready for the night. He was on his top adrenaline rush as he knew that tonight was gonna be a special night. No matter if he won or lost.
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Post by Jeff Kain on Feb 22, 2012 12:08:19 GMT
Kain allows Dice to have center stage as he slides out of the ring and back out through the gated off section he had roamed to get to the announce team. As he's leaving, he says one final piece.
Really, don't take that as a compliment.... Really.
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