Post by -Jack Noble- on May 31, 2012 12:23:29 GMT -4
As EVPW's Internet pay per view cuts back from a commercial break, obviously that of a sponsor of the website that's broadcasting the iPPV, the camera pans around the ring until it reaches a certain spot in the ring where it focuses in on. Suddenly, the arena erupts into a frenzy, whether it be cheers or jeers, they are on their feet. The cause of this eruption is due to the song “Burn This City” by the rapper Lil Wayne that had blasted through the arena wide speaker system. This rhyme means obviously one thing, the EVPW Eagle Division champion Jack Noble's arrival in the arena. By this point in time, Jack Noble, who proudly has his title slung over his shoulder is wearing a pair of pinstripe suit pants along with an ever so classy suit printed t-shirt, has made it half way down to the ring. One fan, who is proudly waving a “Fuck 'Em Up, Jack!” banner, catches the Spaceman's attention. He respectfully nods at the fan before jogging towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and then spins from his belly to his knee in the middle of the ring. The big man then pops up to a vertical base as he is then handed a microphone by one of EVPW's ring staff. Jack turns on the microphone as he then puts it up to his lips, looking very ready to drop a verbal bombshell.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, are you ready for a healthy injection of Jack Noble into your lives? Yes? I knew it. After a long time being your champion, after a long time of watching this federation slowly work it's way up the ranks, I think it's time to say.. we need some new management around here. The Company is doing nothing but raping your minds with cuddly puppies and tootsie rolls. However, this is not their agenda, not their agenda at all. You see, they are deliberately hiding the truth from you, the fans, covering it up and mushing it into this little fuck ball of lies. I love being at the pinocle of EVPW, I love this ten pound gold belt on my shoulder, I love being one half of the tag team champions with my brother from another mother, Aiden but what I can't do anymore is put up with these faux babyfaces in suits doing anything to cover up their true business in EVPW. Rumor has it, what they're trying to do is build up EVPW enough to the point of some major business interest and sell it to the highest bidder, no matter who the fuck it is. Hell, it could be Fox news, it could be the Spanish channel, and let me tell you one thing that's for certain, Jack Noble doesn't speak any Spanish.”
One fan in the packed arena yells out, “ 'merica!” while some audience members laugh and others look disgusted at the blatant stereotype. Suddenly, a stern voice echoes out in a thick southern accent.
“Hold on just one second there, “Champ”.”
A figure emerges from the gray EVPW curtain and is met with a great reaction from the crowd, granted some fans who happen to be on Noble's side of this war jeer, they are simply overpowered. The figure is recognized as one of the most outspoken members of The Company, William Jenkinson. He has come prepared with a microphone in hand and a stern look across his brow.
“Now, Jack.. we can do this the easy way, or.. well, I guess you'll find out. Just join The Company, help us entertain these oh so amazing fans.”
Without any hesitation, the EVPW Eagle Division champion replies to Jenkinson's question.
“Well, Willy boy, I have to disrespectfully decline.”
As the last word spills from Jack's lips, he pretends to sneeze in his hand as he then extends his middle finger.
“Oh, OH, excuse me! This is so embarrassing...”
William Jenkinson's frown reappears, you can almost feel the hatred radiating off of him. He then cocks on eyebrow and quirks his head to the right.
“Alright.. don't say I never gave you a chance.”
A hand extends out of from the middle of the curtains before thrusting them open. Now, there are two police officers standing behind William. The Ayatollah of Twinkies squints his eyes before shaking his head, needing a double take to make sure what he's seeing is absolutely true. Unfortunately for him, it is one hundred percent real. Being quite enthralled by this new development, Jack smirks and crosses his arms. The two officers, with Jenkinson following closely behind them, make their way to the ring. All three men step up the three steel steps and them climb into the ring between the top and middle rope. Jack takes multiple steps backward, allowing the Company member and officers to enter the ring without quarrel.
“Well, Jack, these officers are here to take this disturbance known as you away, and off to a place where you belong. They found your stash in your locker and they are none too happy.”
William Jenkinsin lowers the microphone as a wicked smile rips across his face. However, Noble doesn't seem all to worried as he drops the microphone and turns around, placing both hands behind his back. The two officers look at each other, expecting more struggle for the EVPW champion.
“Oh, giving up so easily, Jack? What a man you are...”
This strikes a nerve of the Spaceman as he turns around and glares at Jenkinson. Suddenly, a smirk appears on Jack's face before he spits directly onto William's shoe as he then says, “Next time it's my piss on your forehead, faggot!” The cops yank on Nobles cuffs, trying to get the man under control. The scene fades out as the four individuals begin to leave the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, are you ready for a healthy injection of Jack Noble into your lives? Yes? I knew it. After a long time being your champion, after a long time of watching this federation slowly work it's way up the ranks, I think it's time to say.. we need some new management around here. The Company is doing nothing but raping your minds with cuddly puppies and tootsie rolls. However, this is not their agenda, not their agenda at all. You see, they are deliberately hiding the truth from you, the fans, covering it up and mushing it into this little fuck ball of lies. I love being at the pinocle of EVPW, I love this ten pound gold belt on my shoulder, I love being one half of the tag team champions with my brother from another mother, Aiden but what I can't do anymore is put up with these faux babyfaces in suits doing anything to cover up their true business in EVPW. Rumor has it, what they're trying to do is build up EVPW enough to the point of some major business interest and sell it to the highest bidder, no matter who the fuck it is. Hell, it could be Fox news, it could be the Spanish channel, and let me tell you one thing that's for certain, Jack Noble doesn't speak any Spanish.”
One fan in the packed arena yells out, “ 'merica!” while some audience members laugh and others look disgusted at the blatant stereotype. Suddenly, a stern voice echoes out in a thick southern accent.
“Hold on just one second there, “Champ”.”
A figure emerges from the gray EVPW curtain and is met with a great reaction from the crowd, granted some fans who happen to be on Noble's side of this war jeer, they are simply overpowered. The figure is recognized as one of the most outspoken members of The Company, William Jenkinson. He has come prepared with a microphone in hand and a stern look across his brow.
“Now, Jack.. we can do this the easy way, or.. well, I guess you'll find out. Just join The Company, help us entertain these oh so amazing fans.”
Without any hesitation, the EVPW Eagle Division champion replies to Jenkinson's question.
“Well, Willy boy, I have to disrespectfully decline.”
As the last word spills from Jack's lips, he pretends to sneeze in his hand as he then extends his middle finger.
“Oh, OH, excuse me! This is so embarrassing...”
William Jenkinson's frown reappears, you can almost feel the hatred radiating off of him. He then cocks on eyebrow and quirks his head to the right.
“Alright.. don't say I never gave you a chance.”
A hand extends out of from the middle of the curtains before thrusting them open. Now, there are two police officers standing behind William. The Ayatollah of Twinkies squints his eyes before shaking his head, needing a double take to make sure what he's seeing is absolutely true. Unfortunately for him, it is one hundred percent real. Being quite enthralled by this new development, Jack smirks and crosses his arms. The two officers, with Jenkinson following closely behind them, make their way to the ring. All three men step up the three steel steps and them climb into the ring between the top and middle rope. Jack takes multiple steps backward, allowing the Company member and officers to enter the ring without quarrel.
“Well, Jack, these officers are here to take this disturbance known as you away, and off to a place where you belong. They found your stash in your locker and they are none too happy.”
William Jenkinsin lowers the microphone as a wicked smile rips across his face. However, Noble doesn't seem all to worried as he drops the microphone and turns around, placing both hands behind his back. The two officers look at each other, expecting more struggle for the EVPW champion.
“Oh, giving up so easily, Jack? What a man you are...”
This strikes a nerve of the Spaceman as he turns around and glares at Jenkinson. Suddenly, a smirk appears on Jack's face before he spits directly onto William's shoe as he then says, “Next time it's my piss on your forehead, faggot!” The cops yank on Nobles cuffs, trying to get the man under control. The scene fades out as the four individuals begin to leave the ring.
