Post by Skilled One on Aug 2, 2009 18:33:16 GMT -5
The arena turns black, and white spotlights flash across the arena, and Sorry, you're not a winner by Enter Shikari blasts throughout the arena, and Keith "The Wolf" Jacobs makes his way to the ring, wearing a tuxedo, with long sleeves, and black shorts, holding a silver plated briefacse in his right hand and when he takes his first step on the stage, he seems to bask in the hatred from the fans. He walks, and halfway up the ramp, he holds the briefcase and the MWA Tag Team championship above his head, and red and blue fireworks explode behind him. He walks inside the ring, and the music stops.
Coles- Here comes the Wolf, Keith Jacobs!
Rogers- REALLY?! I couldn't tell!
Keith-I-
Keith looks to the crowd, and just chuckles.
Keith- Day in, and day out, I watch you all in the stands, who came here just to see the mayhem I can cause. The blood I spill. The pain.. the intensity..
Keith pauses, and the crowd boos with a few cheers, with a small group of people chanting 'You Suck', and Keith holds up the Tag title as if to emphasize his point.
Keith- Because all of you people envy me. You wish you could do what I could do. But don't feel bad, half the people backstage wish that they could do what I do. They wish they could dominate. They wish they could be the best. They wish-
The crowd erupts with boos, and a chant of 'Mitchell' goes around the ring, and this seems to amuse Keith.
Rogers- He's to busy drinking tea and eating muffins to fight Keith, why they like him, I don't know.
Coles- Do you-
Rogers- Hush, he's speaking.
Keith- Chant his name all you want, he's not gonna save you. He won't even be able to save himself, unless I'm feeling merciful. Because the pain I want to cause him, it's just something so powerful, that you can't even put into words. Something so strong that there is no way to make it clear to imbociles like you except for to put it in words they understand. That they fear.
Keith rips the sleeves of his shirt, to reveal tacks, inside his skin, going up and down both of his arms, but it doesn't seem to phase him.
Keith- You see, you people, are like these tacks. These things eat away from me. They are just little nothings that aren't even worth my time. Each and everyone is just some weak tool which has a single cause. Once that cause is done, they're useless.
Keith looks to the crowd with a look of smugness over his face.
Keith- But together, they become this nagging little pain that you just can't cure yourself of. You just want to rip, crush, destroy, until you just make it damn well clear what you think. But tonight, I get to do that. For one night only, I am going to face anyone, whoever they are, in an unsanctioned match. A street fight.
The crowd erupts with cheers, and multiple fans holding their hand up for a match against Keith, but Keith looks confused by the reaction.
Since I know you all are cowards, you can go ahead and sign a contract, because when you get hurt, it would be a shame for something bad to happen to you because you decided that you wanted to try to stop me from doing what I do best. So, who wants that opportunity? Who wants to take me on? Who wants to enter the mind...of the wolf.
Rogers- Well, he keeps doing things to get his point across, and so far, looks like no one wants to fight him.
Coles- Are we in the same arena right now? Everyone looks more than delighted to put his ego to rest.
Keith holds his hands up high, and the crowd boos. he then searchs through the crowd for a participant, and many fans seem eager to fight. But the lights go out, and someone chuckles.
- Hows about me?
The spotlights look at the stage, to show no one, then they look through the crowd to find the speaker.
The spotlights search aroudn the arena, looking for the speaker, and Keith walks to the middle of the ring, and puts his hands up, ready to fight.
- You talk trash, you act like the second coming!
The spotlights search up in the rafter, and Keith gets a frustrating look on his face.
Keith- figures. Some coward would rather sit in the shadows than face me.
- Look sharp, Keith. Up here.
The spotlights stop, and Ride the Lightning plays, and the camera shows the MWA World champion, standing in behind the barrior with his screaming fans. He high fives multiple fans, and showboats to the crowd, and Keith sits inside the ring impatiently for him to finish up.
Coles- Uh oh, here comes the top wrestler on the roster, the World champion, Rod Lightning!
Keith- You finished? I don't have time for you right now, so go ahead, you steal my spotlight, because thats the only thing thats important to you, now I don't have anything else that you want. Except for skill, and talent, of cours-
Rod- No, thats not it. You've been talking trash backstage, to the fans, to my friends, and you looking for an unsanctioned match, we can give the fans a show that they wanna see, right?
Rod holds the title and mic in the air, and the crowd chants 'Lightning', and Keith holds up his briefcase likewise.
Rod- You don't scare me. I mean, you've attacked people behind their backs. You fought dirty, and got yourself to the top. You acted hurt, just to avoid being put out of your misery, and you've established yourself as a threat. You could be one of the most ruthless guys in this fed..
Rod looks to the crowd, who boos at Keith's accomplishments.
Rod- But you sure as hell ain't the best.
Rod holds up his gold, and the crowd erupts in cheers for their champion, and Keith looks confused.
Keith-Well, the thing about that i-
Keith smashes Rod across the face with the briefcase, then immediately starts stomping Rod.
Keith- You think your tough?!
Keith continues the stomping...
Keith- Your nothing but a showboat with an over the top ego, you think you can..
Rod suddenly gets to his feet but Keith is faster and trips Rod, he then goes for an armbar...but Rod quickly recovers from the trip and gives Keith a straight kick to the jaw...
Rod and Keith both jump on their feet and are going at it again trading punch after punch, Rod dodges a big right from Keith and throws him out of the ring.
Rod stays in the ring and cuts his throat with his thumb...he goes running to the ropes as Keith turns around outside of the ring, he sees Rod jumping through the ropes and ducks, Rod falls face-first on the ground knocking a teeth out.
Keith- I'm done playing games !!
Keith goes over to the announcers table and grabs the chair of a crew member...He lifts the chair high into the air, ready to crush Rod's head
Suddenly Rock 'N' Roll Star starts to play and Kevin "the hitman" Mitchell comes running from the entrance ramp.
Keith stands stunned and quickly drops the chair and flees through the crowd. Kevin helps Rod gets to his feet, then he notices that his title is missing
Rogers- Looks like we have a new champion.
Rod Lightning: Son of a-
Fade to black.
Coles- Here comes the Wolf, Keith Jacobs!
Rogers- REALLY?! I couldn't tell!
Keith-I-
Keith looks to the crowd, and just chuckles.
Keith- Day in, and day out, I watch you all in the stands, who came here just to see the mayhem I can cause. The blood I spill. The pain.. the intensity..
Keith pauses, and the crowd boos with a few cheers, with a small group of people chanting 'You Suck', and Keith holds up the Tag title as if to emphasize his point.
Keith- Because all of you people envy me. You wish you could do what I could do. But don't feel bad, half the people backstage wish that they could do what I do. They wish they could dominate. They wish they could be the best. They wish-
The crowd erupts with boos, and a chant of 'Mitchell' goes around the ring, and this seems to amuse Keith.
Rogers- He's to busy drinking tea and eating muffins to fight Keith, why they like him, I don't know.
Coles- Do you-
Rogers- Hush, he's speaking.
Keith- Chant his name all you want, he's not gonna save you. He won't even be able to save himself, unless I'm feeling merciful. Because the pain I want to cause him, it's just something so powerful, that you can't even put into words. Something so strong that there is no way to make it clear to imbociles like you except for to put it in words they understand. That they fear.
Keith rips the sleeves of his shirt, to reveal tacks, inside his skin, going up and down both of his arms, but it doesn't seem to phase him.
Keith- You see, you people, are like these tacks. These things eat away from me. They are just little nothings that aren't even worth my time. Each and everyone is just some weak tool which has a single cause. Once that cause is done, they're useless.
Keith looks to the crowd with a look of smugness over his face.
Keith- But together, they become this nagging little pain that you just can't cure yourself of. You just want to rip, crush, destroy, until you just make it damn well clear what you think. But tonight, I get to do that. For one night only, I am going to face anyone, whoever they are, in an unsanctioned match. A street fight.
The crowd erupts with cheers, and multiple fans holding their hand up for a match against Keith, but Keith looks confused by the reaction.
Since I know you all are cowards, you can go ahead and sign a contract, because when you get hurt, it would be a shame for something bad to happen to you because you decided that you wanted to try to stop me from doing what I do best. So, who wants that opportunity? Who wants to take me on? Who wants to enter the mind...of the wolf.
Rogers- Well, he keeps doing things to get his point across, and so far, looks like no one wants to fight him.
Coles- Are we in the same arena right now? Everyone looks more than delighted to put his ego to rest.
Keith holds his hands up high, and the crowd boos. he then searchs through the crowd for a participant, and many fans seem eager to fight. But the lights go out, and someone chuckles.
- Hows about me?The spotlights look at the stage, to show no one, then they look through the crowd to find the speaker.
The spotlights search aroudn the arena, looking for the speaker, and Keith walks to the middle of the ring, and puts his hands up, ready to fight.
- You talk trash, you act like the second coming!The spotlights search up in the rafter, and Keith gets a frustrating look on his face.
Keith- figures. Some coward would rather sit in the shadows than face me.
- Look sharp, Keith. Up here.The spotlights stop, and Ride the Lightning plays, and the camera shows the MWA World champion, standing in behind the barrior with his screaming fans. He high fives multiple fans, and showboats to the crowd, and Keith sits inside the ring impatiently for him to finish up.
Coles- Uh oh, here comes the top wrestler on the roster, the World champion, Rod Lightning!
Keith- You finished? I don't have time for you right now, so go ahead, you steal my spotlight, because thats the only thing thats important to you, now I don't have anything else that you want. Except for skill, and talent, of cours-
Rod- No, thats not it. You've been talking trash backstage, to the fans, to my friends, and you looking for an unsanctioned match, we can give the fans a show that they wanna see, right?
Rod holds the title and mic in the air, and the crowd chants 'Lightning', and Keith holds up his briefcase likewise.
Rod- You don't scare me. I mean, you've attacked people behind their backs. You fought dirty, and got yourself to the top. You acted hurt, just to avoid being put out of your misery, and you've established yourself as a threat. You could be one of the most ruthless guys in this fed..
Rod looks to the crowd, who boos at Keith's accomplishments.
Rod- But you sure as hell ain't the best.
Rod holds up his gold, and the crowd erupts in cheers for their champion, and Keith looks confused.
Keith-Well, the thing about that i-
Keith smashes Rod across the face with the briefcase, then immediately starts stomping Rod.
Keith- You think your tough?!
Keith continues the stomping...
Keith- Your nothing but a showboat with an over the top ego, you think you can..
Rod suddenly gets to his feet but Keith is faster and trips Rod, he then goes for an armbar...but Rod quickly recovers from the trip and gives Keith a straight kick to the jaw...
Rod and Keith both jump on their feet and are going at it again trading punch after punch, Rod dodges a big right from Keith and throws him out of the ring.
Rod stays in the ring and cuts his throat with his thumb...he goes running to the ropes as Keith turns around outside of the ring, he sees Rod jumping through the ropes and ducks, Rod falls face-first on the ground knocking a teeth out.
Keith- I'm done playing games !!
Keith goes over to the announcers table and grabs the chair of a crew member...He lifts the chair high into the air, ready to crush Rod's head
Suddenly Rock 'N' Roll Star starts to play and Kevin "the hitman" Mitchell comes running from the entrance ramp.
Keith stands stunned and quickly drops the chair and flees through the crowd. Kevin helps Rod gets to his feet, then he notices that his title is missing
Rogers- Looks like we have a new champion.
Rod Lightning: Son of a-
Fade to black.
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