Post by blaze on Jan 25, 2008 2:25:59 GMT -5
Silence, dead silence. The arena hushed waiting to find out what will happen next. This was a big Pay-Per-View, perhaps the biggest with so many champions being determined and that left the fans on the edge of their seats. Impatient, excited, and waiting for the action packed matches that were surely soon to come.
Their silence is immediately shattered by the eruption of Seether's hit song 'Fake It' through the Pa system. Sending these Inferno'haulics into a completely uproar. Cheers, with a few boos mixed in of course, fill the arena now. Not everybody loved Blaze, but hell, apparently enough did to keep him going strong in this business.
Not keeping them waiting long, Blaze slowly emerges out onto the stage. He stands there for a moment, eying up the spectators to the show he would soon be putting on. They seemed a worthy crowd. With Mic already in hand, he now ascends down the ramp and rolls beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Dusting himself off as he rises to his feet, Blaze is now ready to address his audience....
"How are you doing St. Louis!"
The crowd roars. Cheap pops are so freaking awesome...
"See now...I figured tonight I would have somewhat of a home filed advantage....You know, being a Kansas City native....I thought it would be close enough you know?"
The fans boo at the mention of Kansas City...A little rivalry there?
"But then....they had to make my first opponent in this little Continental Heavyweight tournament against some gutter trash nobody from right here in St. Louis...."
These fans cheer for there little 'hometown hero' of sorts, Jin Remmy. This, slightly agitates Blaze...
"Rams suck...anywaaaaaaays....Its quite obvious that the weight of this company is already falling on my shoulders. I mean, not to say I can't handle it. I always have elsewhere and probably always will continue to. Thats just how life goes when your as talented and well...down right amazing as I am...."
Arrogant Blaze was obviously in the house tonight. The fans immediately picking up on that and beginning to boo. Or, perhaps it was because of his quick little remark about the Rams? What? They do suck. Oh well....Blaze begins to pace around the ring...
"Now, on the subject of this little tournament. I....seriously....how could you compare anyone else in this thing to me? None of them have even half the talent of yours truly. Jin Remmy as I already mentioned...Some nobody rook they probably plucked out of the garbage can while he was rummaging for food. Genesis and Aveger...Ha, they should be tossed into a garbage can. I haven't seen two more pathetic competitors in all my life...Wait, yes I have...Anthony Ramirez and what is it....Jack MacArthur? I guess thats diversity for you. They had to throw those guys in there so they wouldn't get some kind of racial lawsuit or something...Seriously, they earned this? Please....I saw there qualifying match. Against a man I personally brought into the wrestling world, and my long time tag team partner....No way in hell they won that match fairly. Luck was on their side...thats all I have to say about them...Before I end up wasting time...what do you kids call it nowadays?...Pwn'ing? Two worthless pieces of crap...and speaking of worthless crap...That brings me to the last man..Colombain. First off....what the hell is with that name? I thought Shaddix was lame when I first got into this business....Of course, that being why I go by Blaze now...this dude though. Apparently completely oblivious to not only how dumb his name sounds...but how freaking idiotic he looks. Can you say steroid abuse? Well, probably not..I doubt you can say much of anything...Unless you learned it during your five or so years of first grade Mr. Colombain....Oh well, thats what incest does to you...Sorry Uncle Mom didn't love you more...Maybe you wouldn't have to have resorted to taking steroids and lifting weights....I always wonder if your type just eventually blow up?"
Blaze stops pacing and locks his eyes on the backstage area...
"Well, I think I've said what needs to be said....My opponents all suck....My first challenge is more of a lack there of.....And I will be carrying this place like I carry everyone and everything in this industry....That about sums it up...So, I'm not going to waste any more of you pathetic peoples time....Can't wait to get the hell out of here and back to Kansas City....."
With that, Blaze drops his Mic and exits the ring. A chorus of boos ringing out from the audience as he makes his exit. His music, though blaring, doesn't even begin to drown out their show of disappointment in him...This wasn't the same old Blaze....
Their silence is immediately shattered by the eruption of Seether's hit song 'Fake It' through the Pa system. Sending these Inferno'haulics into a completely uproar. Cheers, with a few boos mixed in of course, fill the arena now. Not everybody loved Blaze, but hell, apparently enough did to keep him going strong in this business.
Not keeping them waiting long, Blaze slowly emerges out onto the stage. He stands there for a moment, eying up the spectators to the show he would soon be putting on. They seemed a worthy crowd. With Mic already in hand, he now ascends down the ramp and rolls beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Dusting himself off as he rises to his feet, Blaze is now ready to address his audience....
"How are you doing St. Louis!"
The crowd roars. Cheap pops are so freaking awesome...
"See now...I figured tonight I would have somewhat of a home filed advantage....You know, being a Kansas City native....I thought it would be close enough you know?"
The fans boo at the mention of Kansas City...A little rivalry there?
"But then....they had to make my first opponent in this little Continental Heavyweight tournament against some gutter trash nobody from right here in St. Louis...."
These fans cheer for there little 'hometown hero' of sorts, Jin Remmy. This, slightly agitates Blaze...
"Rams suck...anywaaaaaaays....Its quite obvious that the weight of this company is already falling on my shoulders. I mean, not to say I can't handle it. I always have elsewhere and probably always will continue to. Thats just how life goes when your as talented and well...down right amazing as I am...."
Arrogant Blaze was obviously in the house tonight. The fans immediately picking up on that and beginning to boo. Or, perhaps it was because of his quick little remark about the Rams? What? They do suck. Oh well....Blaze begins to pace around the ring...
"Now, on the subject of this little tournament. I....seriously....how could you compare anyone else in this thing to me? None of them have even half the talent of yours truly. Jin Remmy as I already mentioned...Some nobody rook they probably plucked out of the garbage can while he was rummaging for food. Genesis and Aveger...Ha, they should be tossed into a garbage can. I haven't seen two more pathetic competitors in all my life...Wait, yes I have...Anthony Ramirez and what is it....Jack MacArthur? I guess thats diversity for you. They had to throw those guys in there so they wouldn't get some kind of racial lawsuit or something...Seriously, they earned this? Please....I saw there qualifying match. Against a man I personally brought into the wrestling world, and my long time tag team partner....No way in hell they won that match fairly. Luck was on their side...thats all I have to say about them...Before I end up wasting time...what do you kids call it nowadays?...Pwn'ing? Two worthless pieces of crap...and speaking of worthless crap...That brings me to the last man..Colombain. First off....what the hell is with that name? I thought Shaddix was lame when I first got into this business....Of course, that being why I go by Blaze now...this dude though. Apparently completely oblivious to not only how dumb his name sounds...but how freaking idiotic he looks. Can you say steroid abuse? Well, probably not..I doubt you can say much of anything...Unless you learned it during your five or so years of first grade Mr. Colombain....Oh well, thats what incest does to you...Sorry Uncle Mom didn't love you more...Maybe you wouldn't have to have resorted to taking steroids and lifting weights....I always wonder if your type just eventually blow up?"
Blaze stops pacing and locks his eyes on the backstage area...
"Well, I think I've said what needs to be said....My opponents all suck....My first challenge is more of a lack there of.....And I will be carrying this place like I carry everyone and everything in this industry....That about sums it up...So, I'm not going to waste any more of you pathetic peoples time....Can't wait to get the hell out of here and back to Kansas City....."
With that, Blaze drops his Mic and exits the ring. A chorus of boos ringing out from the audience as he makes his exit. His music, though blaring, doesn't even begin to drown out their show of disappointment in him...This wasn't the same old Blaze....