Post by Lex Largon on Jan 5, 2010 0:26:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay i know long as hell, it just happend. As for the champion part lol i did as best as i could for it to be able to be edited if i lose on Throwdown. Hope you guys enjoy it, feedback and comments are always welcome)
The packed crowd full of MWA fans live chatters with excitement as they wait in anticipation for the start of Madness. Suddenly an unfamiliar song hits that vaguely resembles 'We've Come For You All' by Anthrax but the the lyrics seem to be missing. The announcers and crowd a like are utterly confused
Garrett Rogers: Well, this is different.......
Justin Cole: For once i agree with you.
The song keeps playing through for a couple moments more before a strange man emerges onto the stage. He has a beautiful young woman on his arm. He's dressed in a high fashion suit and designer shades to match. His long Grey hair is pulled tightly back in a pony tail. The woman on his arm scantly clad with a bright smile on her face. Once the pair reach ring side the man reaches for a Mic and nods in thanks to the unseen stage hand. The two then enter the ring on their own respective sides. The man clears his throat and begins to speak.
Man: Okay, I'm sure most of you don't know who i am. But then again i know some of you selective faces know who i am. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Chris Wagner. Canadian through and through because you know I'll leave you black and blue. I'm a seventeen year veteran of the professional wrestling business. Although now a' days you'll see me behind the scenes more then in the ring.
The man motions over to the young woman and calls her over, quickly she responds and gets close to Chris. With his arm over her shoulder
C.W.: Now, this right here. This, is my daughter. Brandy Wagner. But watch out she isn't just a pretty face she also has a mean right hook. Now that we have the pointless intros done I'll get straight to the point.
Garrett Rogers: Who the hell is this chump?
Justin Cole: Well i believe he said his name was Chris, Chris Wagner.
Garrett Rogers: Who you trying to be, James Bond. Get the hell out of here.
C.W.: Last Thursday i came to talk to an old friend of mine, Lex Largon
The fans erupt into cheers at the slight mention of Largon's name.
C.W.: Yeah, Yeah him. I said i had a little business offer for him. But we didn't get to completely talk it all out. He rushed out right after his match. I couldn't catch him, but i know he's here tonight. So Lex get out here so we can talk about this.
Chris waits a few moments taping his foot and rubbing his face as he visibly get angrier with every passing second without the sound of beer cans opening and heavy guitar rifts.
C.W.: Okay, Lex I'll give you one last chance but then I'm coming down there and I'm dragging you out.
More seconds pass, although they feel more like hours to Chris as he finally loses it
C.W.: Okay you asked for it!
Chris drops the Mic and begins to take his suit jacket off. Once the jacket comes off Wagner throws it down and begins to lace his legs in between the ropes. When, suddenly, the sound of beer cans opening ring out. The fans explode to their feet, meanwhile in the ring. Chris slowly steps back and re-enters the ring. The song 'Senor Limpio' By Corrosion Of Conformity plays through a little longer. Then Lex Largon finally emerges. Lex wears a white wife-beater with a red flannel jacket with the sleeves ripped off over top. Ratty jeans and old brown biker boots line the lower portion. Along with a black toque with the letters "MWA" in bold red writing. Lex then enters the ring and quickly gets nose to nose with Chris.
Lex Largon: No need to to get your diapers in a bunch grandpa, The Rough Cut is right here at your service
CW: Tha.....
Lex Largon: You know what, i ain't finished yet!
The intensity in Lex's voice along with the wild look in his eyes send the crowd into a frenzy. They don't know why Lex is so high strung.....but they like it.
Lex: You walk in here with your fancy bull spit suits and your randomly hot daughter......seriously man, what the hell. Sixteen years ago she was just a little kid. Now look, shes really HOT!
CW: Look.....
Lex: NO!, you look. I'm still TALKING!
The gasp for air comes from Lex, his Shawn Michaels Esq energy sends the crowd wild.
Lex: I have every right thought in my mind to lay you out right here in front of these fans....and your oddly....hot....daughter too!
CW: You done?
Lex: I think so,
CW: Good, now can we settle this like adults or do i have to bend you over my knee and send you for a time out?
Lex has a confused look on his face.
Lex: How about i bend your daughter over my knee......
CW: HEY MAN!, thats my daughter.
Lex: You forgot to mention the really HOT part.....
The crowd breaks into laughter as Chris is now turning red
CW: I didn't come out here for Lex's laugh corner okay, i came to do business.
Lex: Okay, shoot.
Lex uses a tauntingly over dramatic voice.....well the best overly dramatic voice he can do with the growl in his voice that is one to the likes of Rob Zombie.
CW: You're a big star now, hell you are the MWA World Champion for god sake.
Lex smirks and nods
Lex: That i am, whats your point?
CW: My point is, i want YOU. To take my lovely daughter here under your wing. But thats not all, i want you to sink your teeth into this,
Lex: I dunno Chris, in front of this whole crowd?. We don't have an X rating. As far as i know we have like a Fourteen and up rating. Maybe a little heavy petting but nothing else.
CW: NOT LIKE THAT!, I meant to say. Before i was rudely cut off, That you sink your dirty minded teeth into this. You , myself, and Brandy here we work as a company. You two the top stars and I'll be the manager. How does that sound?
Lex: Personally, i like my idea better.........but look, Chris I'm not in for any kind of partnership. I'm a one man gang, if you hadn't noticed; I don't get along with people very well.
Just before Chris can rebuttal in the brewing debate, Brandy takes the Mic from her father and seductively saunters over to Lex. Wrapping her leg intertwining with his and putting her face to his neck and begins to speak.
Brandy: But, Lexy. We need to catch up, besides you know i look up to you alot right?
Lex tenses up just as pretty much every other man does the exact same thing, recoiling from the words that would make a bear weak in the legs
Lex: Well i guess it couldn't hurt...to think about it.......
CW: There you go, thats all we ask. Now come on lets go to the back and watch the show together. Maybe get some drinks, on me.
The three slowly leave and head up the entrance ramp as Garrett Rogers and Justin Cole look on in awe along with the fans.
Garret Rogers: What the hell was that?, and where can i get some?
Justin Cole: Garrett don't even start, thats some serious stuff.
Garrett Rogers: I know, now would please some one tell her Lex isn't even close to what Garrett Rogers is and do it quick.
Justin Cole: Oh god, we'll be right back Ladies and gentlemen.
The feed then cuts to commercial still leaving things completely unanswered.
The packed crowd full of MWA fans live chatters with excitement as they wait in anticipation for the start of Madness. Suddenly an unfamiliar song hits that vaguely resembles 'We've Come For You All' by Anthrax but the the lyrics seem to be missing. The announcers and crowd a like are utterly confused
Garrett Rogers: Well, this is different.......
Justin Cole: For once i agree with you.
The song keeps playing through for a couple moments more before a strange man emerges onto the stage. He has a beautiful young woman on his arm. He's dressed in a high fashion suit and designer shades to match. His long Grey hair is pulled tightly back in a pony tail. The woman on his arm scantly clad with a bright smile on her face. Once the pair reach ring side the man reaches for a Mic and nods in thanks to the unseen stage hand. The two then enter the ring on their own respective sides. The man clears his throat and begins to speak.
Man: Okay, I'm sure most of you don't know who i am. But then again i know some of you selective faces know who i am. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Chris Wagner. Canadian through and through because you know I'll leave you black and blue. I'm a seventeen year veteran of the professional wrestling business. Although now a' days you'll see me behind the scenes more then in the ring.
The man motions over to the young woman and calls her over, quickly she responds and gets close to Chris. With his arm over her shoulder
C.W.: Now, this right here. This, is my daughter. Brandy Wagner. But watch out she isn't just a pretty face she also has a mean right hook. Now that we have the pointless intros done I'll get straight to the point.
Garrett Rogers: Who the hell is this chump?
Justin Cole: Well i believe he said his name was Chris, Chris Wagner.
Garrett Rogers: Who you trying to be, James Bond. Get the hell out of here.
C.W.: Last Thursday i came to talk to an old friend of mine, Lex Largon
The fans erupt into cheers at the slight mention of Largon's name.
C.W.: Yeah, Yeah him. I said i had a little business offer for him. But we didn't get to completely talk it all out. He rushed out right after his match. I couldn't catch him, but i know he's here tonight. So Lex get out here so we can talk about this.
Chris waits a few moments taping his foot and rubbing his face as he visibly get angrier with every passing second without the sound of beer cans opening and heavy guitar rifts.
C.W.: Okay, Lex I'll give you one last chance but then I'm coming down there and I'm dragging you out.
More seconds pass, although they feel more like hours to Chris as he finally loses it
C.W.: Okay you asked for it!
Chris drops the Mic and begins to take his suit jacket off. Once the jacket comes off Wagner throws it down and begins to lace his legs in between the ropes. When, suddenly, the sound of beer cans opening ring out. The fans explode to their feet, meanwhile in the ring. Chris slowly steps back and re-enters the ring. The song 'Senor Limpio' By Corrosion Of Conformity plays through a little longer. Then Lex Largon finally emerges. Lex wears a white wife-beater with a red flannel jacket with the sleeves ripped off over top. Ratty jeans and old brown biker boots line the lower portion. Along with a black toque with the letters "MWA" in bold red writing. Lex then enters the ring and quickly gets nose to nose with Chris.
Lex Largon: No need to to get your diapers in a bunch grandpa, The Rough Cut is right here at your service
CW: Tha.....
Lex Largon: You know what, i ain't finished yet!
The intensity in Lex's voice along with the wild look in his eyes send the crowd into a frenzy. They don't know why Lex is so high strung.....but they like it.
Lex: You walk in here with your fancy bull spit suits and your randomly hot daughter......seriously man, what the hell. Sixteen years ago she was just a little kid. Now look, shes really HOT!
CW: Look.....
Lex: NO!, you look. I'm still TALKING!
The gasp for air comes from Lex, his Shawn Michaels Esq energy sends the crowd wild.
Lex: I have every right thought in my mind to lay you out right here in front of these fans....and your oddly....hot....daughter too!
CW: You done?
Lex: I think so,
CW: Good, now can we settle this like adults or do i have to bend you over my knee and send you for a time out?
Lex has a confused look on his face.
Lex: How about i bend your daughter over my knee......
CW: HEY MAN!, thats my daughter.
Lex: You forgot to mention the really HOT part.....
The crowd breaks into laughter as Chris is now turning red
CW: I didn't come out here for Lex's laugh corner okay, i came to do business.
Lex: Okay, shoot.
Lex uses a tauntingly over dramatic voice.....well the best overly dramatic voice he can do with the growl in his voice that is one to the likes of Rob Zombie.
CW: You're a big star now, hell you are the MWA World Champion for god sake.
Lex smirks and nods
Lex: That i am, whats your point?
CW: My point is, i want YOU. To take my lovely daughter here under your wing. But thats not all, i want you to sink your teeth into this,
Lex: I dunno Chris, in front of this whole crowd?. We don't have an X rating. As far as i know we have like a Fourteen and up rating. Maybe a little heavy petting but nothing else.
CW: NOT LIKE THAT!, I meant to say. Before i was rudely cut off, That you sink your dirty minded teeth into this. You , myself, and Brandy here we work as a company. You two the top stars and I'll be the manager. How does that sound?
Lex: Personally, i like my idea better.........but look, Chris I'm not in for any kind of partnership. I'm a one man gang, if you hadn't noticed; I don't get along with people very well.
Just before Chris can rebuttal in the brewing debate, Brandy takes the Mic from her father and seductively saunters over to Lex. Wrapping her leg intertwining with his and putting her face to his neck and begins to speak.
Brandy: But, Lexy. We need to catch up, besides you know i look up to you alot right?
Lex tenses up just as pretty much every other man does the exact same thing, recoiling from the words that would make a bear weak in the legs
Lex: Well i guess it couldn't hurt...to think about it.......
CW: There you go, thats all we ask. Now come on lets go to the back and watch the show together. Maybe get some drinks, on me.
The three slowly leave and head up the entrance ramp as Garrett Rogers and Justin Cole look on in awe along with the fans.
Garret Rogers: What the hell was that?, and where can i get some?
Justin Cole: Garrett don't even start, thats some serious stuff.
Garrett Rogers: I know, now would please some one tell her Lex isn't even close to what Garrett Rogers is and do it quick.
Justin Cole: Oh god, we'll be right back Ladies and gentlemen.
The feed then cuts to commercial still leaving things completely unanswered.
