Post by M BISON on Oct 26, 2008 5:18:02 GMT -4
After the exciting triple threat match, the crowd is pumped up for the next event. Lizzie Morna stands in the center of the ring, her cue card and microphone in her hands as the spectators stop conversing among themselves.
Lizzie: "The following is a First Blood Match! There are no disqualifications, no countouts, no pinfalls, and no submissions, because the only way to win is to make your opponent bleed!"
Ever happy to hear such stipulations and promises for blood, cheers resound through the venue. The simple opening riff of "K.I.N.G." by Satyricon grows in volume, audible over the mixed reaction of the crowd as the drums kick in. The pro-ICW portion of the Saturday night crowd prepares their insults as the lyrics to "K.I.N.G." begin and Metal Dragon walks through the curtain in a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans with black sneakers on. MD begins his journey down the aisle with an aggravated look on his face. Some fans offering their hands to him while others are only offering their middle fingers.
"First Blood Match, Ray! Metal Dragon has been in one of these before, a winning effort against The Psycho Kid a year ago that we had the privilege of calling."
"Yeah, back when I could look at that man without getting sick to my stomach."
"Anyway, the referees in EVPW look for serious blood. It's not gonna be stopped if your lip is busted or a little blood is trickling out of your nose. The match will be called when your opponent has a nice big gash with blood running out of him."
Dragon finally forgets his humility as he spots a fan shouting obscenities at him. The obvious ICW supporter is pointing at a sign hanging over the barricade reading "NVX can cut through Metal" and continuing his tirade, thinking that MD will do nothing. He is mistaken as Metal Dragon finally loses his cool, snatching the sign from the fan's grasp before quickly tearing it in half and tossing it behind him into the crowd before getting in the spectator's face.
MD: "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU WANT TO GET ATTENTION; YOU'VE FUCKING GOTTEN IT! IF IT WOULDN'T GET ME FIRED I'D FUCKING SLAM YOUR HEAD ONTO THIS METAL BARRICADE UNTIL YOUR BRAINS WERE FUCKING OOZING ON THE FLOOR! GO FUCKING SUCK TRIPP'S COCK! YOU THINK HIS CRONIES ARE SO MUCH FUCKING COOLER? GO JACK OFF TO SOME FUCKING ICW TAPES, YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF DOG SHIT!"
A fuming MD finishes his walk to the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. Lizzie gets over the surprise of Dragon's outburst before she begins to introduce him.
"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds, Metal Dragon!"
"Well, Metal Dragon is a pretty crazy guy, but I've never seen him go off like that!"
"He's a brute. He's a savage. He's a ruffian. He has no place in here."
"He obviously has some degree of intelligence as he's wearing street clothes to cover himself up in this match. Let's change the subject; he just came off of a no-contest in a tag match last week, which he might've lost if it weren't for the special guest referee taking matters into his own hands."
"NVX had just taken him out and Sycho Sam was out of the picture. The match was over and I personally consider NVX and DaKondemned to be the winners. That was one of the worst screwjobs I've ever seen. It disgusted me."
"K.I.N.G." fades out as Metal Dragon takes the mic from Lizzie's hand and begins to speak.
"Last week, Sycho Sam and I could have come back and capitalized on the damage we'd done to two XWO members to win the No-DQ tag match, but instead we were treated to Grokadoc not only making me look like I couldn't fucking help myself, he also ended the match in a no contest! That's why I'm so hot under the collar right now."
The crowd boos, some booing Grokadoc's actions and others booing MD's claim that he would have won.
"This week, though, I fortunately get a referee who actually knows how to do his job. And I get to do a really fun thing, I get to bust someone wide open. Lenny Thompson, approach this ring with caution. I couldn't pin the top two XWO members last week, so I'm planning on taking the brunt of my anger out on you because you're in the same boat as those two douche bags. Get out here so I can carve you up. I crave blood. I want to hurt someone so badly right now. The thought of it sounds so good."
Instead of handing the mic back to Lizzie, Metal simply drops it on the mat for her to pick up as he begins pacing the ring, trying to build his adrenaline while he waits for his opponent.
TBC Lenny
Lizzie: "The following is a First Blood Match! There are no disqualifications, no countouts, no pinfalls, and no submissions, because the only way to win is to make your opponent bleed!"
Ever happy to hear such stipulations and promises for blood, cheers resound through the venue. The simple opening riff of "K.I.N.G." by Satyricon grows in volume, audible over the mixed reaction of the crowd as the drums kick in. The pro-ICW portion of the Saturday night crowd prepares their insults as the lyrics to "K.I.N.G." begin and Metal Dragon walks through the curtain in a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans with black sneakers on. MD begins his journey down the aisle with an aggravated look on his face. Some fans offering their hands to him while others are only offering their middle fingers.
"First Blood Match, Ray! Metal Dragon has been in one of these before, a winning effort against The Psycho Kid a year ago that we had the privilege of calling."
"Yeah, back when I could look at that man without getting sick to my stomach."
"Anyway, the referees in EVPW look for serious blood. It's not gonna be stopped if your lip is busted or a little blood is trickling out of your nose. The match will be called when your opponent has a nice big gash with blood running out of him."
Dragon finally forgets his humility as he spots a fan shouting obscenities at him. The obvious ICW supporter is pointing at a sign hanging over the barricade reading "NVX can cut through Metal" and continuing his tirade, thinking that MD will do nothing. He is mistaken as Metal Dragon finally loses his cool, snatching the sign from the fan's grasp before quickly tearing it in half and tossing it behind him into the crowd before getting in the spectator's face.
MD: "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU WANT TO GET ATTENTION; YOU'VE FUCKING GOTTEN IT! IF IT WOULDN'T GET ME FIRED I'D FUCKING SLAM YOUR HEAD ONTO THIS METAL BARRICADE UNTIL YOUR BRAINS WERE FUCKING OOZING ON THE FLOOR! GO FUCKING SUCK TRIPP'S COCK! YOU THINK HIS CRONIES ARE SO MUCH FUCKING COOLER? GO JACK OFF TO SOME FUCKING ICW TAPES, YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF DOG SHIT!"
A fuming MD finishes his walk to the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. Lizzie gets over the surprise of Dragon's outburst before she begins to introduce him.
"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds, Metal Dragon!"
"Well, Metal Dragon is a pretty crazy guy, but I've never seen him go off like that!"
"He's a brute. He's a savage. He's a ruffian. He has no place in here."
"He obviously has some degree of intelligence as he's wearing street clothes to cover himself up in this match. Let's change the subject; he just came off of a no-contest in a tag match last week, which he might've lost if it weren't for the special guest referee taking matters into his own hands."
"NVX had just taken him out and Sycho Sam was out of the picture. The match was over and I personally consider NVX and DaKondemned to be the winners. That was one of the worst screwjobs I've ever seen. It disgusted me."
"K.I.N.G." fades out as Metal Dragon takes the mic from Lizzie's hand and begins to speak.
"Last week, Sycho Sam and I could have come back and capitalized on the damage we'd done to two XWO members to win the No-DQ tag match, but instead we were treated to Grokadoc not only making me look like I couldn't fucking help myself, he also ended the match in a no contest! That's why I'm so hot under the collar right now."
The crowd boos, some booing Grokadoc's actions and others booing MD's claim that he would have won.
"This week, though, I fortunately get a referee who actually knows how to do his job. And I get to do a really fun thing, I get to bust someone wide open. Lenny Thompson, approach this ring with caution. I couldn't pin the top two XWO members last week, so I'm planning on taking the brunt of my anger out on you because you're in the same boat as those two douche bags. Get out here so I can carve you up. I crave blood. I want to hurt someone so badly right now. The thought of it sounds so good."
Instead of handing the mic back to Lizzie, Metal simply drops it on the mat for her to pick up as he begins pacing the ring, trying to build his adrenaline while he waits for his opponent.
TBC Lenny
