Post by The X on Apr 28, 2009 23:39:23 GMT -5
The arena goes black as a brutal heavy metal riff tears through the sound system, easily recognizable as Here Comes the Pain by Slayer, signaling the inevitable appearance of the extreme icon, the clown prince of hardcore, The X. Smoke begins to creep from the curtains as the song picks up tempo, and just as it peaks, green pillars of flame erupt to either side and The X explodes onto the stage. Yelling and making hostile gestures to everyone within sight, The X raises his arms above his head in the shape of an X and throws them down violently, making a mad dash for the ring. The X slides under the ropes and flings himself around the ring from corner to corner, climbing the turnbuckles and throwing his arms above his head in the shape of an X, all while screaming at the top of his lungs to the fans in attendance and the announcers. Storming over to Aerith, The X snatches a mic and stares at the booing fans.
“If you morons would shut up and listen to The X you might learn something,” he roars into the mic, pacing back and forth like a feral cat. “The X got screwed by a couple of sissies who are afraid to take a chair shot and everybody knows it! If you don’t like it rough then you’re in the wrong business! Now, get the Crow out here so The X can send him to hell!”
The X throws the mic down and leans heavily on the ropes closest to the stage awaiting his prey with a hungry glare.
“If you morons would shut up and listen to The X you might learn something,” he roars into the mic, pacing back and forth like a feral cat. “The X got screwed by a couple of sissies who are afraid to take a chair shot and everybody knows it! If you don’t like it rough then you’re in the wrong business! Now, get the Crow out here so The X can send him to hell!”
The X throws the mic down and leans heavily on the ropes closest to the stage awaiting his prey with a hungry glare.