time for some fun(o2a)

[daclown]

"Oh What's That Smell" plays over the PA as Shitman and Giggles come out from behind the curtain. They make their way down to the ring as the crowd is a mix of boos and cheers. Once in the ring Giggles grabs a mic.

I think it's time to have some real fun. See I think it's time for the people to learn just how much you don't want to mess with us. We've met some morons since our arrival and so far I'm disappointed. It doesn't look like we'll have much competition. So how about someone step up and try to prove us wrong and we'll show you just who is wrong.

[interested]

The challenge was answered. Soon after Giggles finished, the lights had dimmed down, with a very familiar song playing quietly in the background, building up slowly as time went on. Those who remember watching FCW almost immediately entered a state of frenzied booing, as they knew who was linked to this rather "ominous" song. As soon as the brutal harmony of the drums & guitars kicked in, the owner of the song stepped out onto the stage: the man who calls himself "Violence in Person", Bryan Colombain, dressed in a rather casual attire. The crowd's booing intensified drastically: a sound Bryan was well accustomed to and quite frankly, welcomed with open arms. Knowing that he is still hated wherever he goes was rather gratifying in some way. The monster's head swiveled slowly to observe those in attendance. Not bad... Eventually, Bryan turned his attention back to the reason why he came out in the first place: Shitman. Who better than to get a debut victory on? As "Common State of Inner Violence" died down, the crowd's boos grew even louder. Reaching into his right-hand pocket, Bryan pulled out a microphone. Turning the switch on at the bottom, Bryan grasped the handle and began raising the mike to his mouth, getting ready to speak.

"Well well well, I see I'm not the only one from FCW coming over to this place. How you doing Shitman? Wait, don't bother answering that."

A smirk appeared on Bryan's face. Nothing seems to have changed in his attitude towards others.

"Let's forget about the formalities and get down to business, right? You need a match, I need a match. Sure, you're not the kind of person I'd actually go for, but since the other, oh, I dunno... 'supposed high rankers' are occupied at the moment, I guess I'll have to deal with eliminating the trash of the roster. Hey, don't get me wrong. Sure, you showed how much of a phony that Viktor Isaac Pegasus guy was, but in all fairness, you're not one of the best guys here."

Blunt, but down to the point.

"Think of it this way though: you get to wrestle yours truly, a well deserving and highly talented wrestler. Hell, you could even learn from me from when you next take out someone undeserving."

Well, what would you expect from Bryan? He'd take any opportunity to flaunt off his ego.

"So, how about it Shitman? A chance to dance with a future legend?"

Lowering the microphone slightly, Bryan awaited to see what the response was, whilst still continuously showered in jeers by the crowd.

[daclown]

Giggles raises her mic.

So my Shitman gets to face yet another steroid abusing, helmet wearing, bicep brained loser? Great what's next, Godzilla's gonna come out here and demand a match too? But if you're such a high classed wrestler then what are you doing here? Oh it's because you only think you're great but we all know you're not. Say one more thing though and I'll hand the mic over to Shitman and the real torture before the match can begin.

[interested]

Bryan merely rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Sigh, another prick who's jumped onto the 'Oh, look! He's huge! Let's call him a steroid abuser!' bandwagon. I pity you both really. Still, won't be my fault if Shitman ends up with a broken neck from sheer stupidity."

The ego's flying again...

"To be honest, I really don't give a flying fuck what Shitman has to say. When the time comes to take it to the ring, THERE it will matter."

[daclown]

Giggles just motions for Shitman to come here and gives him the mic. He quickly goes to a turnbuckle.

What's that smell?!

After repeating the first lines to his theme song he climbs down and stands right in front of Bryan.

Alright let's see what we got here. We've got a perfectly clean asshole. I see I'm gonna have to shitify him a lot. But that won't be much of a problem. Another ego and nothing more. So what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna lay the shitdown on your ass and turn you from a clean asshole to one of the shittiest wrestlers this company has ever seen!

Shitman lowers the mic as he stares right into Bryan's eyes.

[interested]

(OOC: I assume Shitman's a very quick runner from the ring to the stage. :S)

Byran stared back at Shitman, highly unimpressed by what was presented right in front of him. If Shitman was trying to go psychological on Bryan, it doesn't seem to be working. Raising the microphone to his mouth, Bryan goes to speak, but suddenly stops himself from doing so. Retracting his head slightly, the 6'7.5" powerhouse shook his head slightly before actually speaking.

"You're not worth what I was about to say. I'll be seeing you in the ring, TONIGHT, where you will be treated to utmost humiliation. GUARANTEED."

Bryan ended it there by dropping the microphone to the floor. Giving one more venomous glare at Shitman, Bryan turns away and walks though the curtains, getting ready for his GCW debut.