Post by Jack McArthur on Dec 29, 2007 19:49:23 GMT -5
Jack stood behind the black curtain. He could feel the nerves in his stomach. It has been ages since The Man From Down Under, The Aussie Battler, or better known to people as Jack McArthur, has stepped down into the ring, with an arena packed full of people. Jack started to jump on to one foot, then the other. Damn, he was so nerves. The man at the sound operating desk motion Jack to get ready. Jack nodded back at him, and made his way over to a table. He picked up his can of fosters, and a kendo stick. Why does an Australian have a kendo stick?
Yet the most important question is, what can he do with it.
Runnin' Wild by Airbourne started to play over the P.A System. Here we go, Jack walked through the black curtain, and made his way on stage. The arena was packed, great that what Jack needed, a thousand eyes watching every step his takes, but nothing less, the show must go on. He opened his drink, and raised it in the air. He brought it back down to his mouth, and began to guzzle it down. Then Jack began to smash his drink across his forehead, the crowd went wild, and they watch Jack. He spat his drink out, as the can of Fosters dropped to the ground. Wow, some entrance. Jack started to make his way down the ramp, with just the kendo stick in his hand.
Jack made it down to the bottom of the ring. He made his way to the side, but instead of making his way up the steel stairs, Jack jumped up on the the security barrier. There he raised his kendo stick above his head. A couple of minutes later, Jack jumped back on to the ground, and made his way up the steel steps, and into the ring. Once both of Jack's feet were firmly planted in the ring, he raised the kendo stick above his head again. He brought it back down, and made his way to the bottom left turnbuckle, and picked up a microphone. Jack made his way into the middle of the ring, with a microphone in one hand, and his kendo stick in the other. The lights went back to normal, as the music was cut. Jack brought the microphone to his mouth.
" Are you people excited to be here tonight? Well, who wouldn't. This is a wrestling fan dream. The best from around the globe have come here to entertain you people tonight. Though we might have some of the cockiest people in the back. *Cough* Miles Divine *Cough*. Oh excuse me. We might have some of the idiotic people in the back. *Cough* Angel Fire *Cough*. We have all sort of people in the back. There are tall people, large people, small people, people who are angry all the time, and some happy.............we even have Jean Bordeux, so fellas watch ya back side tonight. You'll never know if he would be lurking in the shadows behind you. "
Jack began to pace.
" And then we come to the top dogs. Theres Joe Bruiser, Vegas, Lilth, The Avenger.....so on and so on. I could go for ever with this list, but it would distract me on the main point of me being out here. Like many wrestlers you saw tonight, coming down to the ring tonight, looking for a match. Well this won't be to different. You see, l also came down to this ring, looking for a match tonight, so l am calling out anyone from the back. Who wants to step up tonight against, man or women, or if it. Ill take on anything, all l ask is to bring yourself into this ring. "
Jack moved the microphone away from his mouth. He also stopped pacing, and stood back in the middle of the ring, facing the stage.
Yet the most important question is, what can he do with it.
Runnin' Wild by Airbourne started to play over the P.A System. Here we go, Jack walked through the black curtain, and made his way on stage. The arena was packed, great that what Jack needed, a thousand eyes watching every step his takes, but nothing less, the show must go on. He opened his drink, and raised it in the air. He brought it back down to his mouth, and began to guzzle it down. Then Jack began to smash his drink across his forehead, the crowd went wild, and they watch Jack. He spat his drink out, as the can of Fosters dropped to the ground. Wow, some entrance. Jack started to make his way down the ramp, with just the kendo stick in his hand.
Jack made it down to the bottom of the ring. He made his way to the side, but instead of making his way up the steel stairs, Jack jumped up on the the security barrier. There he raised his kendo stick above his head. A couple of minutes later, Jack jumped back on to the ground, and made his way up the steel steps, and into the ring. Once both of Jack's feet were firmly planted in the ring, he raised the kendo stick above his head again. He brought it back down, and made his way to the bottom left turnbuckle, and picked up a microphone. Jack made his way into the middle of the ring, with a microphone in one hand, and his kendo stick in the other. The lights went back to normal, as the music was cut. Jack brought the microphone to his mouth.
" Are you people excited to be here tonight? Well, who wouldn't. This is a wrestling fan dream. The best from around the globe have come here to entertain you people tonight. Though we might have some of the cockiest people in the back. *Cough* Miles Divine *Cough*. Oh excuse me. We might have some of the idiotic people in the back. *Cough* Angel Fire *Cough*. We have all sort of people in the back. There are tall people, large people, small people, people who are angry all the time, and some happy.............we even have Jean Bordeux, so fellas watch ya back side tonight. You'll never know if he would be lurking in the shadows behind you. "
Jack began to pace.
" And then we come to the top dogs. Theres Joe Bruiser, Vegas, Lilth, The Avenger.....so on and so on. I could go for ever with this list, but it would distract me on the main point of me being out here. Like many wrestlers you saw tonight, coming down to the ring tonight, looking for a match. Well this won't be to different. You see, l also came down to this ring, looking for a match tonight, so l am calling out anyone from the back. Who wants to step up tonight against, man or women, or if it. Ill take on anything, all l ask is to bring yourself into this ring. "
Jack moved the microphone away from his mouth. He also stopped pacing, and stood back in the middle of the ring, facing the stage.
