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Post by Matthias Marlfox on Jul 18, 2011 17:44:51 GMT -5
The sound of I Don't Wanna Be (A Superhero) plays over the PA system as the man called Matthias Marlfox comes out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring. Some people remain silent, not knowing who he was, some cheered for they did know.
Before he got into the ring though, he made sure to wipe his feet on the apron before getting into the ring. Once he was in the ring, he asked a stagehand for a mic and got one, thanking the stagehand.
"Alright, now for those of you who do not know, and that seemed to be about half of you I'd say, my name is Matthias Marlfox. And I had just turned pro last year, after having years of doing amateur wrestling. But within that year, I've come close to winning a competition and since then I've mostly been running around in tag teams. Well when I was on vacation and I saw that this place called SCW was opening, I wasn't like some of the others in the back and jumped at the chance. But then I saw something that really caught my interest. The Pride Championship. The title from what I can gather is a wrestler's wrestling championship, rather then be the kind where you have to beat the crap out of another person. So I signed up and I'm making my intentions know. I'm going after that Pride title.
But until that time, I find myself seeking a challenger, to show not only you people what I can do, but all those people in the back. So, who is it going to be?"
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Post by Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise on Jul 19, 2011 0:11:44 GMT -5
The arena lighting suddenly dims. Flashes of teal blue beam from spotlights positioned around the stage. The sound system begins to buzz as it kicks to life. The opening of "Alive and Kicking" by Nonpoint begins playing throughout the arena. The fans sent into a frenzy as they know this is signaling the arrival of the one and only, Jacob Cruise.
"I'm gettin, I'm gettin
I'm gettin, I'm gettin
I'm getting over it, pushing past all the bullshit, and getting
right to the root of what the problem really is...."
The song continues to play, and still nothing. The fans chanting in unison, "Cruise, Cruise, Cruise." Funny how after all this time the fans still knew who he was. He decided not to keep them waiting any longer.
From behind the backstage curtain emerges Cruise. The fans continuing their assault of cheers for him. Well, atleast for the majority. There are a few prudes in the crowd whom don't understand his genius. With a Mic already in one hand and a can of bud light in the other, Cruise plants his feet firmly on the stage. He tilts his head slightly to the side as he raises the Mic to his mouth.
"You talkin' to me?"
For some reason even unbeknown to Cruise, the fans cheer for that. Was Zhafaria paying these people to cheer on cue? Was this like a sitcom with a laugh box or something?
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just felt the need to come out here before you put these poor fans to sleep. I mean.."
Cruise takes a sip of his beer...
"I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew and Monster and your even bringing me down my friend. Let me give you a few tips..."
Cruise begins to make his way down the ramp.
"First...no one cares about who you are or where your from. All these people care about is whose going to kick your ass tonight. So don't bore them with all the other details."
Cruise begins up the steel steps, but slightly loses his balance on the second stair. He re-balances himself, but loses his beer to the floor as he does so.
"Fuck! Oh, oops. Not on TV right? My bad boss lady!....I'll just get another one in a minute anyways."
Cruise steps between the middle and top rope, entering the ring. He paces around Mathias for a moment before finally standing toe to toe with him. Cruise's breathe wreaking of alcohol.
"Secondly....No one cares about your ambitions...your dreams....your goals. None of that matters because right now its all just talk. When you man up and achieve those things...Then you can waste these peoples time talking about it. So, until your actually holding the Pure title....No one cares about how you grew up on a farm and fucked the livestock.....Sorry again boss lady, I'll put a quarter in the swear jar."
He winks at the camera, knowing Zhafaria is watching...
"And no one cares about how your Uncle Mom taught you your A,B,E's or your 1,2,5's.....The thing they care the least about....Is how your going to bomb at any title shot you ever get."
Cruise takes a few steps back from Matthias...
"What they do care about however...Is that I'm here to accept your challenge tonight. Yes, that's right...I'm here to shut you up and actually entertain these fans....So junior, what do you say?" |
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Post by Matthias Marlfox on Jul 21, 2011 11:38:02 GMT -5
"It's as I said. I am a wrestler, not a brawler, not a fighter, not a flyer, not some entertainer or worse yet be like you, a drunk man who just came in here off of the street. I wrestle. My actions will speak volumes in comparison to whatever I say. And now that I have my challenge accepted, I'm out of here. I don't want to spend any more time in this ring then what I have to."
Matthias starts to make his way out of the ring.
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Post by Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise on Jul 22, 2011 9:52:17 GMT -5
"Oh, don't worry son....I doubt anyone in this building confuses you for an entertainer."
Cruise continues to run his mouth as Matthias makes his exit from the ring. His comments more so directed at the audience now.
"What confuses me though....Is his claim to be a wrestler. Rawr, he's a bad-ass technical guy.....Yet, he doesn't want to waste anymore time in this ring than he has too?"
Cruise shakes his head disappointedly.
"You see junior, I'm not just some run of the mill nobody off the streets as you assume. I am the master of technical wrestling....I am the Gaaaaaaaaaawd...of submission....Thats not self proclamation either, thats a proven fact....And I am the best damn entertainer to ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots. Simply put, I am the whole damn package."
The fans cheer for Cruise.
"So if you want to act all holier than thou, thats fine. Hell, I'm sure your a much better person than me...Person...not wrestler....But don't dare call this ring a waste of time. This ring is my home.....my playground....and after tonight it will officially be known as the location where you got knocked down off your high horse...."
With that said, Cruise drops the Mic. His music begins playing as he exits the ring and makes his way towards the backstage.... |
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