Post by Jacob Cruise on Mar 9, 2009 22:26:22 GMT -5
"I'm gettin'
I'm gettin'
I'm gettin'
I'm gettin' over
and pushing past all the bullshit....."
The arena lighting dims as this oh so familiar theme begins to play over the sound system. The fans on their feet roaring with excitement to see if this is who they truly believe it to be. And not being one to disappoint, from behind the backstage curtain emerges one Jacob Cruise.
A Mic firmly grasped in his left hand, Cruise slowly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. The steel steps being his means of entrance, Cruise now stands center ring. A devious smirk across his rockstar-esque face. Slowly, he raises the Mic to a mere few inches from his lips...
"Posers...hosers...freaks....geeks...beggars, choosers, winners losers...Every damn one of you out there in the audience tonight! From the cheap seats in the nose bleed to the V.I.P pass wearing S.O.B's up front here....I have one simple thing to say to you all......It....is....good. Good to be back in the center of this ring!"
The crowd roars with approval for Cruise's return speech. Though with Cruise's 'do as he wants, when he wants' attitude, who really knows just how long their joy for his return will last.
"Now, I have a bit of a bone to pick tonight...I know, I know. Just returned and some nobody little bastard has already pissed me off. That of course being none other than..."
Cruise reaches into his jean pockets and removes a small, folded piece of notebook paper. Holding it infront of him...He reads...
"Brent...Sterr!....Oh!, thats an 'A'....sorry. Brent Starr. Yeah, whoever the hell that is..."
The crowd is a mixed reaction. Some laugh at Cruise's obviously feign ignorance of whom Starr is. Others boo his neglect to acknowledge a supertar of Starr's caliber.
"You see....Theres this new guy...Haven. You probably know him better than you do Starr considering that his little noob promo he dropped awhile ago was...well honestly...better than that pathetic acceptance rant that Starr came out with. I mean, he complains that the new kind is saying the same shit as every other new guy? Well news flash Starr....Your saying the same ole' shit that everyone accepting a 'new guys' challenge says. Kinda' the pot calling the kettle black there huh?"
Cruise begins to pace around the ring, making the whole thing seem a bit edgier and more exciting...
"Anyways...Long story short...I was PLANNING on accepting Haven's challenge...Starr beat me to the punch...So I'm out here whining about it...But now thats out of the way....I guess its time for me to pose a challenge of my own. Thats right...Your GAAAAWD is returning to the ring TONIGHT! So, who will be my first victim?"
Cruise lowers his Mic and rests his back against the farthest ropes from the ramp-way. Awaiting an acceptance from somebody...
I'm gettin'
I'm gettin'
I'm gettin' over
and pushing past all the bullshit....."
The arena lighting dims as this oh so familiar theme begins to play over the sound system. The fans on their feet roaring with excitement to see if this is who they truly believe it to be. And not being one to disappoint, from behind the backstage curtain emerges one Jacob Cruise.
A Mic firmly grasped in his left hand, Cruise slowly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. The steel steps being his means of entrance, Cruise now stands center ring. A devious smirk across his rockstar-esque face. Slowly, he raises the Mic to a mere few inches from his lips...
"Posers...hosers...freaks....geeks...beggars, choosers, winners losers...Every damn one of you out there in the audience tonight! From the cheap seats in the nose bleed to the V.I.P pass wearing S.O.B's up front here....I have one simple thing to say to you all......It....is....good. Good to be back in the center of this ring!"
The crowd roars with approval for Cruise's return speech. Though with Cruise's 'do as he wants, when he wants' attitude, who really knows just how long their joy for his return will last.
"Now, I have a bit of a bone to pick tonight...I know, I know. Just returned and some nobody little bastard has already pissed me off. That of course being none other than..."
Cruise reaches into his jean pockets and removes a small, folded piece of notebook paper. Holding it infront of him...He reads...
"Brent...Sterr!....Oh!, thats an 'A'....sorry. Brent Starr. Yeah, whoever the hell that is..."
The crowd is a mixed reaction. Some laugh at Cruise's obviously feign ignorance of whom Starr is. Others boo his neglect to acknowledge a supertar of Starr's caliber.
"You see....Theres this new guy...Haven. You probably know him better than you do Starr considering that his little noob promo he dropped awhile ago was...well honestly...better than that pathetic acceptance rant that Starr came out with. I mean, he complains that the new kind is saying the same shit as every other new guy? Well news flash Starr....Your saying the same ole' shit that everyone accepting a 'new guys' challenge says. Kinda' the pot calling the kettle black there huh?"
Cruise begins to pace around the ring, making the whole thing seem a bit edgier and more exciting...
"Anyways...Long story short...I was PLANNING on accepting Haven's challenge...Starr beat me to the punch...So I'm out here whining about it...But now thats out of the way....I guess its time for me to pose a challenge of my own. Thats right...Your GAAAAWD is returning to the ring TONIGHT! So, who will be my first victim?"
Cruise lowers his Mic and rests his back against the farthest ropes from the ramp-way. Awaiting an acceptance from somebody...