A Rockstars Debut(O2A)

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph walking in the backstage area bored out of his mind begins thinking.)

[glow=yellow,2,300]Man, GCW. I made it here finally it took me a while, but I made it. Well now since I'm here I have nothing else to do.[/glow]

I know I will.....

(Before he could finish he was interrupted by someone.)

[md]

...hurt myself thinking as hard as I'm thinking?

Miles finishes the man's sentence, just as he spots the man walking around aimlessly while there's a roaring crowd out there waiting to be FINE'd by his presence.

Is that what you were going to say? Seems like it if you ask Mr. F.I.N.E himself.

Crossing his arms, Miles continues on with...

Miles Divine. Mr. T.A.L.E.N.T. Finesse personified. Loved by women, Envied by men. Practically the greatest up and coming cruiserweight sensation EVAR. Mr. Divine shudders to think who you might be, since he's up one to your zero.

For the exclamation, he points to himself.

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph looks at this guy, stares him good up and down.)

Let me get this straight you are Miles Divine?

(Joseph begins to laugh, but holds it in.)

You are a crusierweight. You are also trying to win the award for best impression of a male stripper. Look, buddy I don't know who you are, and you don't know me. So, let me introduce myself. I am Blair Joseph.....Mr Rockstar. So, what do you want, why did you interrupt my thoughts?

[md]

This guy was joking right? Looks like he was asking for it, if you ask Miles that is. And wait, he wants to talk impressions? This guy's a walking overdone gimmick for christ's sake. Miles shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

The stripping isn't needed for them to come flocking, bub. Just sos ya know too, I don't do housecalls for those obviously interest, ie: you. And yes, I am a cruiserweight. Thank you for reaffirming that fact, Mr. Echo. 230 pounds of grade-A... no... FINE-A athleticism and charisma in just the RIGHT package. Care to repeat that too, Mr. "Rockstar"?

Rockstars: crazy muthafuckers that party all night, jamming out the guitar tunes.

Oh wait wait. I get it now. Guitar hero fanatic? Consider yourself a rockstar cuz your punk ass got like teh highest score EVAR?! Hahaha! Guitar Hero is for looooosers, man. Mr. F.I.N.E could only assume, and most likely be 1000% accurate, that you asked Santa for number 3 in the series?

He holds up his hand, and continues.

Don't even. I'd rather NOT know. As for what does Miles Divine want? To know why YOU are back HERE when the show is out THERE!

He points over to the corridor that leads to the arena.

Show's thattaway, "Rockstar". And Mr. F.I.N.E feels like wiping the floor with the frauds in the biz. Guess who's first? You've got five seconds to sound off though. Can't keep my soon-to-be fans waiting now can I? So, you game?

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph looking at Mr F.I.N.E. or however he says his name.)

So, let me get this straight. You want me and you one on one, right?

[md]

Smart one, aren't ya?

Miles sighs, wondering if those...umm dreads are cutting the circulation to this dude's brain? Wait! Dreads?! ;D Miles though this guy said he was a guitar hero fanatic rockstar wannabe, not a cheap knock off of bob marley. Couldn't get any faker than Miss Cleo's phony Jamaican accent and that psychic broohaha she goes on about. Hmm, maybe these two are related? Looks like it.

Done processing that yet? The ring's awaiting for you to go out there, get humilated by yours truly, and then make our claim for a spot on the card. Just remember though. Once you're out there, there's no turning back. I'm not carrying your ass during that promo segment in the ring...

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph smirks towards Divine.)

You know Divine, if you weren't such an ass hole. Most likely I could be your friend.

(Joseph makes a half ass look on his face.)

NOT......Divine your on.

[md]

Miles' eyes widen a bit, as this guy unexpectedly shouts like a madman. To play it off even more, Miles creeps back like he's fearing for his life. Maybe this was a mistake, Mr. F.I.N.E. challenging this weirdo to a match...

Lay off the pixie sticks, yo. I'm pretty sure that we're going to be tested for everything underneath the SUN before competing so don't screw this up. And for the record, Miles Divine associates himself with REAL rockers, dude, so don't flatter yourself.

He steps aside and waves the "Rockstar" to be his guest in being the first to head out to the ring. Miles does have manners, you know...

Ladi...umm Rockers first. Go out there and show MY fans what you got. Better yet, show MILES DIVINE what you got. I'll be waiting.

[zachary]

Star comes walking up to Rockstar and Devine. He would just laugh at Devine's name it was ridiculous and sounded like a wannabe Scottie 2 Hottie and all those names.

[glow=red,2,300]Star[/glow]
"Sorry to interup but what kind of name is Too Fine Miles Devine? Scottie 2 Hottie reject you are... Were you smoking crack when you made your horrible name what in the hell?... And Miles Devine with it. Was you're mom like a pothead too, like momma like son. Wow, ain't this a bitch. And Mr. Rockstar, congrats on making it GCW."

[md]

Uh... who the hell are you?

He's used to being constantly interrupted by others, hell it comes with the territory. And Miles is sure that his groupies would do the same thing, if another person was TRYING to put him down. Too bad Miles doesn't try, he just does. Oh, and let's not forget that he mostly attracts the FEMALE demographic, with some of the male for OBVIOUS reasons of course.

Let me guess. A blond groupie impersonating a brunette? Listen here sweetheart, the sound of your voice gave it away. You're not fooling ANYONE. Now, make like a tree and leave, toots. Or are you THE Mrs. Rockstar? If you are, remove your head out of your hubby's ass so I can humiliate him in front of thousands that are waiting out in the arena. Mustn't keep them waiting for too long...

He brushes HER off, cuz he hated keeping his fans waiting.

Come on, "Rockstar", make your move.

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph chuckles at the fact that Divine just called this guy a girl.)

Divine....Do you know thats a guy?

(Joseph looking at the face of Mr. Star and notices he was helping him out.)

Never mind that.You.(Joseph points to Star.)How do you do? How bout you come to the ring with me, and we finish this thing with Divine.

(Joseph begins walking to the ring before he is stop.)

[md]

Could you like leave wifey behind, Rockstar?

It just dawns on him, despite it coming from the Rockstar's own mouth, that this woman was actually a man. Geez, no wonder. It was one ugly ass woman, but Miles doesn't judge. Well much...

Now pick up the pace, make your little entrance, and bore everyone with your lack of charisma so that it makes them all hope to be save from your snorefest.

Miles adjusts his sunglasses before waving the "Rockstar" to go faster. Time is money.

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph walks up ahead and makes his entrance.)

(Joseph walks down the entrace ramp then, stops and throws up his Rockstar Sign. Then continues walking, he gets all the way to the ring and climbs up onto the turnbuckle from the outside, and once again throws up his Rockstar Sign. He jumps down and notices that Johnny Star didn't follow him. He grabs a microphone left in the corner and puts it to his lips.)

Now, Divine. I understand you wanted to continue this out here, sop get out here Divine.

(Joseph removes the mic from his lips, and awaits Divine.)

[md]

We find Miles Divine standing in front of a monitor, one of many spectators watching this whole disaster of a promo via a television screen. He thought he told this dude to not blow it. Placing his hand across his forehead, he's approached by a backstage hand.

I think he's calling you out there, Miles.

The man stands right next to him, crossing his arms and watching the camera now pan into the live crowd.

Wow... big house tonight.

Little did this man know that there was a nearby camera, taking footage of the two and having it being projected to the Jumbotron.

Calling me out? What kind of first impression is that? I told him to not screw it up, sheesh. For god's sake man, the dude didn't even introduce himself to my people out there. Yes, MY people. Those that will worship the ground I walk on, the rings I'll week in and week out entertain them from. It won't get any better than Miles Divine, kid. But let's backtrack to the jackoff in the ring, 'k? Sadly enough, I feel sorry for that loser in the ring. Did you just see how he made his grand entrance? One word: crickets.

A few giggles from within the crowd are heard.

And here I thought that we could make something out of this. See, if I actually made my way out there like right this second, to carry his ass through this segment, what kind of person would I be if I did that? A savior? Maybe, since those people out there obviously deserve something for what they paid for...

The audience cheers in approval, for they were wondering where all of this is going.

...but come on now, let's not go in over our head, they actually paid to come see the next big thing in this upstart promotion. Thankfully for them, especially the ladies out there, I come in a tightly toned, ravishingly good looking convenient package.

The man rolls his eyes, while the female spectators scream their heads off. Miles should really turn around...

Umm, you do know that your match is in like five minutes, right?

Miles doubletakes, but falls into a thinking pose.

Then the faster I can beat that tool out there, the faster I can go on to bigger and better things, like gold around this waist.

The man reaches toward a nearby table, adorned with goodies and drinks for the talent and backstage personnel. The stagehand grabs a water bottle.

Good luck out there, Miles. Looks like that guy's going to be throwing you around in that ring.

Just as Miles processes the man's words, Miles stops him dead in his tracks.

Woah, woah, WOAH! What did you just say? No, don't even. You know what? I think I know what you need, because you're as delirous as the rockstar thinks those "dreds" of his are cool.

Miles snatches the water bottle out of the man's hands, opens it, and takes a sip. Miles then proceeds to turn his back on the man, and one would think he's going to take another gulp of water, but he actually drenches the stagehand with most of the water right in the face. The crowd "oohs," reacting to what they had just seen. The man is bewildered, for he couldn't believe what Miles had done.

Wake your un-fine ass up, before you say something else that's completely ignorant. I set my sights on him for a reason. Plain as the eyes can see, he's bigger than me, but that doesn't mean he's better. Miles Divine is GCW's better. Learn it, live it, eat it... or in your case, soak it in.

Miles chuckles as he takes the final few sips of water left in the water bottle, and throwing it over his shoulder, striking the same man right on the noggin. Geez, that guy's having a bad day. It just gets worse though. As Miles walks away, the cameraman surveying the scene comes up to the man, awaiting for the pointing and laughing to commence. He runs off in the other direction, just as Miles jogs back, catching sight of the camera. Video-opt, so he couldn't miss this.

Hey, "Rockstar" keep your eyes on the prize because you never know when a water bottle's coming your way and takes you out of the game. Oh and just sos ya know, I'm FINE-r than you. Now and forever. This is Miles Divine signing off. Have a F.I.N.E day.

He ponders that for a moment.

Who am I kidding, of course you will.

The camera zooms out, as Miles gives the people a small glimpse of what's to come, his patented Neckbreaker finishing maneuver at half completion. And off he goes. Match time!

[bjfrancis]

(Joseph can't believe what he just saw. Begins thinking of Miles, of how much of a ass he really is.)

[glow=Yellow,2,300]I can't believe this guy. This guy is a bigger ass then.....then that guy from that movie.....GRIND.[/glow]

(Joseph looks around, as he forgets that he is even in the ring.)

You guys want to know who, I am?

(The crowds loudly the word, Who are you?.)

You will find out after, after I am done with Miles Divine.

(Joseph drops the mic, and jumps up onto the second rope, raises his hands and throws up his "Rockstar" Sign.)