Post by Jack McArthur on Feb 10, 2008 2:15:29 GMT -5
The referee had just motioned for the bell to ring, by waving his fingers in the air. It look ridiculous, like something out of The Wiggles. Anyways, Jack stood next to the body of Essence, as blood rushed down his face. With his arm, Jack wiped the pure, red liquid out of his eyes. He looked down at the body of Essence. Knocked Out....Hmmm. It looked like Essence didn't had the body to stand the pain of a match of this standard. The referee ran around the ring to Jack, and grabbed his wrist. The referee pulled up Jack's hand into the air. Ahh the sign of victory. What a great feeling it was. The referee let go of Jack's hand, but he kept it up. He wanted to continue soaking in the moment.
A few seconds later, Jack placed his arm back down his side. He began to make his way over to the announcers desk, and asked for a microphone. A little later, he was handed one. Microphone in hand, Jack made his way back to the body of Essences. He stood over the body, letting some of his blood drip off his forehead and onto the chest of Essence. Jack raised the microphone to his mouth.
" Stay down on the ground mate, and listen what l have to say this time. It seems last time we meet in a ring you didn't listen to a bloody thing l warned you about, mate. I told ya l was a force you shouldn't be messing with. But it seems that your foolish ideas of a return win, has guided you back where you came from. Now rest up, and maybe next time you might get lucky. Well.....thats if you get a next time. "
Jack dropped the microphone onto the blood puddle of Essence chest. He began to make his way back stage, keeping his back on the body.
A few seconds later, Jack placed his arm back down his side. He began to make his way over to the announcers desk, and asked for a microphone. A little later, he was handed one. Microphone in hand, Jack made his way back to the body of Essences. He stood over the body, letting some of his blood drip off his forehead and onto the chest of Essence. Jack raised the microphone to his mouth.
" Stay down on the ground mate, and listen what l have to say this time. It seems last time we meet in a ring you didn't listen to a bloody thing l warned you about, mate. I told ya l was a force you shouldn't be messing with. But it seems that your foolish ideas of a return win, has guided you back where you came from. Now rest up, and maybe next time you might get lucky. Well.....thats if you get a next time. "
Jack dropped the microphone onto the blood puddle of Essence chest. He began to make his way back stage, keeping his back on the body.