Post by Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise on Aug 2, 2011 11:54:17 GMT -5
The show opens up with new SCW World Champion Jacob Cruise already in ring. He is seated in a metal fold up chair, the title belt draped across his lap. He already has a Mic in hand as his eyes scan the audience. They are going crazy at the moment...
"Ladies, gentleman, pre-pubescent whiny little brats of all ages...Welcome, to the Jacob Cruise show."
The fans continue with their roars of admiration for this man.
"Now, I know you thought this was SCW. And in some aspects...I guess it is. But, when you think SCW...what do you think? Is the first thing that pops to mind Sin City Wrestling? No, the first thing that pops into your mind is the wrestling Gaaaaawd himself, Jacob Cruise. Being champion makes me the best this company has to offer...And therefore, means I am their number one commodity. So, if they wish to keep their number one commodity happy, then we shall now refer to SCW as my show. Again, the Jacob Cruise show. Man, the ratings should just skyrocket with a name like that."
Cruise pauses for a moment, taking in the atmosphere. There was so much energy in the air tonight and Cruise was feeding off all of it.
"I told everyone...My moniker, the 'Gaaaaawd of Submission', was not just some self hyped up label I put on myself to sound...as you kids would say today...cool. No, it is far more than that. It is a title to be worshiped by one and all. It is a stake to my claim of being the best...the greatest...submissionist alive on this planet today. Unfortunately, at the PPV I had to make a statement out of ole' Fro Joe to prove it."
The fans cheer when Cruise mentions making Joe submit. His turn to the darkside seems to have lost him a little bit of fan support.
"While were on the subject, lets talk a little more about Fro-mo Joe. You see, I use to have a lot of respect for that guy. I know, me actually respecting somebody? Can't be true right? But no, I did. Until a couple weeks ago when he comes out here...Helps that 911...411....*211...whatever the hell that dudes name use to be...Yeah, helps him in cage match and then belittles all you fans."
The fans ring out in a chorus of boos. Cruise must have touched on a rough topic for them...
"Now, I may not like each and every single one of you bastards...But hell, I know whose money pays my paycheck....My much bigger paycheck now that I'm champ..."
A large smile graces Cruise's face as he says that last line...
"So I sure as hell wouldn't disown you all because to damn many people wanted autographs or whatever the hell his complaint was. Listen Joe, you should be glad that these people worshiped you...Because unlike me...That was probably the closest you would ever come to Gaaaaawd status. But you know Joe....You did put up a hell of a fight...and thats why I'm going to do this..."
Cruise throws the title over his shoulder and rises from his seated position. He looks over his left shoulder, acknowledging the section of crowd he had his back to while seated, then looks over his right. Everyone in the area was either on their feet or on the edge of their seats...
"I...Officially name...Fro-Mo Joe....The number one contender to my title. If little red can drop a set, man up, and accept my challenge before the end of the night....Then I will defend this..."
With his free hand, Cruise raises the title high in the air...
"Against him....At SCW's...Or, I mean...The Cruise Show's...Next PPV. So Joe....The clocks ticking. I need an answer sometime tonight boy....I'll be waiting..."
With that, Cruise drops his Mic. It makes a loud thud sound over the PA system as it crashes to the floor. For the random sake of it, Cruise kicks the steel chair that he had been sitting. he then shouts..."Thats your head next time Joe." He strikes a few quick poses for the fans, showing off his title as the camera flashes go wild....Then, exits the ring and makes his way backstage....
"Ladies, gentleman, pre-pubescent whiny little brats of all ages...Welcome, to the Jacob Cruise show."
The fans continue with their roars of admiration for this man.
"Now, I know you thought this was SCW. And in some aspects...I guess it is. But, when you think SCW...what do you think? Is the first thing that pops to mind Sin City Wrestling? No, the first thing that pops into your mind is the wrestling Gaaaaawd himself, Jacob Cruise. Being champion makes me the best this company has to offer...And therefore, means I am their number one commodity. So, if they wish to keep their number one commodity happy, then we shall now refer to SCW as my show. Again, the Jacob Cruise show. Man, the ratings should just skyrocket with a name like that."
Cruise pauses for a moment, taking in the atmosphere. There was so much energy in the air tonight and Cruise was feeding off all of it.
"I told everyone...My moniker, the 'Gaaaaawd of Submission', was not just some self hyped up label I put on myself to sound...as you kids would say today...cool. No, it is far more than that. It is a title to be worshiped by one and all. It is a stake to my claim of being the best...the greatest...submissionist alive on this planet today. Unfortunately, at the PPV I had to make a statement out of ole' Fro Joe to prove it."
The fans cheer when Cruise mentions making Joe submit. His turn to the darkside seems to have lost him a little bit of fan support.
"While were on the subject, lets talk a little more about Fro-mo Joe. You see, I use to have a lot of respect for that guy. I know, me actually respecting somebody? Can't be true right? But no, I did. Until a couple weeks ago when he comes out here...Helps that 911...411....*211...whatever the hell that dudes name use to be...Yeah, helps him in cage match and then belittles all you fans."
The fans ring out in a chorus of boos. Cruise must have touched on a rough topic for them...
"Now, I may not like each and every single one of you bastards...But hell, I know whose money pays my paycheck....My much bigger paycheck now that I'm champ..."
A large smile graces Cruise's face as he says that last line...
"So I sure as hell wouldn't disown you all because to damn many people wanted autographs or whatever the hell his complaint was. Listen Joe, you should be glad that these people worshiped you...Because unlike me...That was probably the closest you would ever come to Gaaaaawd status. But you know Joe....You did put up a hell of a fight...and thats why I'm going to do this..."
Cruise throws the title over his shoulder and rises from his seated position. He looks over his left shoulder, acknowledging the section of crowd he had his back to while seated, then looks over his right. Everyone in the area was either on their feet or on the edge of their seats...
"I...Officially name...Fro-Mo Joe....The number one contender to my title. If little red can drop a set, man up, and accept my challenge before the end of the night....Then I will defend this..."
With his free hand, Cruise raises the title high in the air...
"Against him....At SCW's...Or, I mean...The Cruise Show's...Next PPV. So Joe....The clocks ticking. I need an answer sometime tonight boy....I'll be waiting..."
With that, Cruise drops his Mic. It makes a loud thud sound over the PA system as it crashes to the floor. For the random sake of it, Cruise kicks the steel chair that he had been sitting. he then shouts..."Thats your head next time Joe." He strikes a few quick poses for the fans, showing off his title as the camera flashes go wild....Then, exits the ring and makes his way backstage....
