Post by dariusmaxwell on Jul 4, 2008 22:20:50 GMT -4
Random Hippie Dude: Whoa man, what a sick match between Metal Dragon and Desperado. I think I'm like, seeing the Elusive Crumb Guzzler jumping out of his seat after that match.
KingBear: The Illusive Crumb Guzzler... It seems that I don't spot who you're exactly talking about.
Random Hippie Dude: Exactly bro, that's why he's called elusive.
KingBear: Well as interesting as that match was, I'm sure that this... Crumb Guzzler... Will be even more ecstatic after witnessing this next match between long-time fan-favorite and a true veteran, Scotty Dreamer. Who in turn will be battling it out against a bright young superstar in the form of Darius Maxwell in a No DQ match in one of our final exhibitions of the night.
The camera has stayed focused on the EVPW ring throughout the entire voiceovers from KingBear and Random Hippie Dude, showing the ring being actively cleaned by EVPW staff. Maintenance crew and ring staff have finally disinfected the ring with cheap plastic bottle and a few dirty mops - which completely obliterates the purpose of disinfecting it in the first place. The fans in the arena keep the adrenaline going with a large volume of EVPW chants as they await the arrival one of the next two participants on the Wednesday Night Genesis card.
The PA system in the small gym is not transferring the usual emission of sound portrayed for one of these superstars as a the voice of Fred Durst along with the distinct chords of Brian Welch's musical offspring give heed to the sound system as "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit is heard mostly throughout the arena which stays mute for this amount of time as they haven't the slightest clue to who will be walking from behind that curtain.
Random Hippie Dude: I do believe my ears have been acquainted with these bodacious chords yet in my time here in EVPW. My lobes are salivating for more, though I don't why, and it's a stellar feeling.
In harmonious unison, Darius Maxwell throws aside the puke-colored curtains that acts as the portal from the backstage area onto the entrance stage and he makes a slow, arrogant jog out onto the concrete entrance "stage" - if you can even call it one. His arms are tucked in to his side which swings in opposite directions as he finally makes it onto center stage with a scowl on his face and his right nostril flared in disgust while looking around the arena at the omega of his job. Darius is decked out in generic black wrestling boots, navy blue wrestling tights tucked into his boots on each leg with a yellow spiraling design dyed into the tights as they lead up and down - or down and up - each leg, seemingly wrapping around the tights and making a cross at Darius' crotch area on his tights. Darius has a black elbow pad on his right arm with cheap Velcro straps to keep it bound on him, and cheap yellow scotch tape on his left wrist with the whiskers of an Ace bandage appearing from each end of the yellow tape for it to be labeled as appropriate "wrist tape".
Darius stands still on the entrance stage looking around the poorly set-up gym as the fan's quiet cheer reaction only increases the scowl on his face. Darius brings his tucked arms up and runs them through his dripping wet hair, in the process tucking the hair behind his ears of each side and getting his hands moist as he begins make a slow, progressive stride down to the ring after getting his hair back behind him.
KingBear: Well we haven't seen much of young Darius Maxwell, but what we have seen of him, he hasn't acted like this before as I may recall as he usually always has a competitive spirit in him it seems.
Random Hippie Dude: Something does seem to be bringing the bro-hahn down. He needs some fonk to get his spirits up.
As Darius makes his stride down the ring, he takes his right hands and whips it toward the face of a fan as he flicks his fingers, causing the liquid residue on his fingertips collected by his hair to splash onto the face of the fan. Darius then slaps his hands together causing a splash of water in the air in the general position of his hands as there is still water on his left hand.
Lizzie Morna: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 226 pounds, from Sweetwater, Texas: Darius Maxwell.
Darius finally makes it to the ring after his over-exaggerated walk down to the ring before hopping onto the ring apron in one graceful motion and immediately throwing his left leg in between the middle and top rope and he holds onto the middle rope to stabilize himself while ducking his head in between the ropes as well. Darius brings his right foot in the ring and does a 270 degree spin once in the ring on his left foot so that he faces the South ring ropes and the arena. Darius goes to raise his arms to the crowd but merely throws his arms forward and whips his wrists at them, mocking the crowd as he decides to not do his usual pre-match rituals.
Darius makes his way over to Lizzie who stands contently in the Northeast corner with the microphone in her right hand. Darius abruptly snatches the microphone out of her hand once there and then turns his back before she can protest as he heads toward the center of the ring with the microphone in his right hand while making a cutting motion on his throat with his left hand causing the music to stop playing. Darius looks around the arena with a disgusted face as his arms now hang loosely by his side to an almost dead silent crowd. Darius shakes his head in disgust once more as he brings the microphone up.
"So this is the response I get, eh? Quite typical to say the least... Then again, why exactly should I be surprised?"
Darius lets his shaking head droop down and keeps the microphone raised while tapping his head against it, his left hand now on the respective hip. After processing his words better, Darius raises his head once more.
"For those of you who don't seem to understand, let me explain it for you a little better... My whole life, I've been the happy-go-lucky little bastard in the corner willing to accept nothing for giving everything. My whole life I've worked my ass off to get where I am and earn everything I have only to realize I have nothing anymore. I give up my well earning Oil Drilling company with my father in Texas all for hopes in becoming a great professional wrestler, and this is the cess pool I wind up in? I sign my fucking contract before EVPW even has it's first and this is the way I'm treated? I came into EVPW with high expectations of myself and hopes that I would work my way up the ladder to earn the respect in this industry. Ever since day one in this God forsaken industry though, I've been fed nothing but bullshit, and the taste is starting to make me sick."
The fans in the arena begin murmuring to themselves, a little disgruntled at the sudden angst of Maxwell as he stands scowling in the ring.
"So here's how it exactly is going to be - SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Darius is pointing at a group of young men in the front row who are participating in their expected teenage manner and having a good time simply watching a wrestling show enjoying the company of friendship. Maxwell is fuming as the young men are now flipping him off while laughing after their initial response of shock. Their reaction only sends an even more disgusted look across Darius' face as he looks around the Solid Core gym at the unhappy fans as they sit back and listen to Darius though they'd obviously rather not.
"That is exactly the type of bullshit I'm talking about. All I ask for is a few minutes to get myself and my words out there, and instead I get a bunch of young punks who think they can do whatever the Hell they want. That shit isn't going to fly because from this point forward, EVPW is being put on notice. I hope the management backstage hears all of this because this is aimed directly at you. You can keep trying to hold Darius Maxwell back, but he will clench his fist, tighten his muscle, and break free from your grap because where I come from, the Black Gold doesn't stop spewing until it's been purified. And EVPW, you are looking at your most precious natural resource."
The arena is now booing only slightly, showing their disdain for Darius as he throws the microphone at the feet of Lizzie Morna and he turns attention toward the entrance stage while adjusting the elbow pad on his right arm with his left hand as he turns his neck forward and back, getting in his final stretching.
Random Hippie Dude: This dude's got some serious issues bro. Nobodies done anything wrong to him and he even took a shot at management there which includes you KingBear man... What's your beef on the sandwich with this guy?
KingBear: I really have no idea what you're talking about, but if he's a got a problem with us then he can just keep on talking and we'll listen, knowing that his complaining isn't going to get him anywhere. If he wants to succeed in this business, he's got to do more than the average. None of the other successful people nor myself have ever gotten anywhere by whining about our situations.
Darius continues tightening his black elbow pad as he bounces from his left to right foot, anticipating the arrival of Scotty Dreamer while ignoring the ringside young male fans who try to get his attention to disrespect him even more.
TBCB Scotty Dreamer
KingBear: The Illusive Crumb Guzzler... It seems that I don't spot who you're exactly talking about.
Random Hippie Dude: Exactly bro, that's why he's called elusive.
KingBear: Well as interesting as that match was, I'm sure that this... Crumb Guzzler... Will be even more ecstatic after witnessing this next match between long-time fan-favorite and a true veteran, Scotty Dreamer. Who in turn will be battling it out against a bright young superstar in the form of Darius Maxwell in a No DQ match in one of our final exhibitions of the night.
The camera has stayed focused on the EVPW ring throughout the entire voiceovers from KingBear and Random Hippie Dude, showing the ring being actively cleaned by EVPW staff. Maintenance crew and ring staff have finally disinfected the ring with cheap plastic bottle and a few dirty mops - which completely obliterates the purpose of disinfecting it in the first place. The fans in the arena keep the adrenaline going with a large volume of EVPW chants as they await the arrival one of the next two participants on the Wednesday Night Genesis card.
The PA system in the small gym is not transferring the usual emission of sound portrayed for one of these superstars as a the voice of Fred Durst along with the distinct chords of Brian Welch's musical offspring give heed to the sound system as "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit is heard mostly throughout the arena which stays mute for this amount of time as they haven't the slightest clue to who will be walking from behind that curtain.
Random Hippie Dude: I do believe my ears have been acquainted with these bodacious chords yet in my time here in EVPW. My lobes are salivating for more, though I don't why, and it's a stellar feeling.
In harmonious unison, Darius Maxwell throws aside the puke-colored curtains that acts as the portal from the backstage area onto the entrance stage and he makes a slow, arrogant jog out onto the concrete entrance "stage" - if you can even call it one. His arms are tucked in to his side which swings in opposite directions as he finally makes it onto center stage with a scowl on his face and his right nostril flared in disgust while looking around the arena at the omega of his job. Darius is decked out in generic black wrestling boots, navy blue wrestling tights tucked into his boots on each leg with a yellow spiraling design dyed into the tights as they lead up and down - or down and up - each leg, seemingly wrapping around the tights and making a cross at Darius' crotch area on his tights. Darius has a black elbow pad on his right arm with cheap Velcro straps to keep it bound on him, and cheap yellow scotch tape on his left wrist with the whiskers of an Ace bandage appearing from each end of the yellow tape for it to be labeled as appropriate "wrist tape".
Darius stands still on the entrance stage looking around the poorly set-up gym as the fan's quiet cheer reaction only increases the scowl on his face. Darius brings his tucked arms up and runs them through his dripping wet hair, in the process tucking the hair behind his ears of each side and getting his hands moist as he begins make a slow, progressive stride down to the ring after getting his hair back behind him.
KingBear: Well we haven't seen much of young Darius Maxwell, but what we have seen of him, he hasn't acted like this before as I may recall as he usually always has a competitive spirit in him it seems.
Random Hippie Dude: Something does seem to be bringing the bro-hahn down. He needs some fonk to get his spirits up.
As Darius makes his stride down the ring, he takes his right hands and whips it toward the face of a fan as he flicks his fingers, causing the liquid residue on his fingertips collected by his hair to splash onto the face of the fan. Darius then slaps his hands together causing a splash of water in the air in the general position of his hands as there is still water on his left hand.
Lizzie Morna: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 226 pounds, from Sweetwater, Texas: Darius Maxwell.
Darius finally makes it to the ring after his over-exaggerated walk down to the ring before hopping onto the ring apron in one graceful motion and immediately throwing his left leg in between the middle and top rope and he holds onto the middle rope to stabilize himself while ducking his head in between the ropes as well. Darius brings his right foot in the ring and does a 270 degree spin once in the ring on his left foot so that he faces the South ring ropes and the arena. Darius goes to raise his arms to the crowd but merely throws his arms forward and whips his wrists at them, mocking the crowd as he decides to not do his usual pre-match rituals.
Darius makes his way over to Lizzie who stands contently in the Northeast corner with the microphone in her right hand. Darius abruptly snatches the microphone out of her hand once there and then turns his back before she can protest as he heads toward the center of the ring with the microphone in his right hand while making a cutting motion on his throat with his left hand causing the music to stop playing. Darius looks around the arena with a disgusted face as his arms now hang loosely by his side to an almost dead silent crowd. Darius shakes his head in disgust once more as he brings the microphone up.
"So this is the response I get, eh? Quite typical to say the least... Then again, why exactly should I be surprised?"
Darius lets his shaking head droop down and keeps the microphone raised while tapping his head against it, his left hand now on the respective hip. After processing his words better, Darius raises his head once more.
"For those of you who don't seem to understand, let me explain it for you a little better... My whole life, I've been the happy-go-lucky little bastard in the corner willing to accept nothing for giving everything. My whole life I've worked my ass off to get where I am and earn everything I have only to realize I have nothing anymore. I give up my well earning Oil Drilling company with my father in Texas all for hopes in becoming a great professional wrestler, and this is the cess pool I wind up in? I sign my fucking contract before EVPW even has it's first and this is the way I'm treated? I came into EVPW with high expectations of myself and hopes that I would work my way up the ladder to earn the respect in this industry. Ever since day one in this God forsaken industry though, I've been fed nothing but bullshit, and the taste is starting to make me sick."
The fans in the arena begin murmuring to themselves, a little disgruntled at the sudden angst of Maxwell as he stands scowling in the ring.
"So here's how it exactly is going to be - SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Darius is pointing at a group of young men in the front row who are participating in their expected teenage manner and having a good time simply watching a wrestling show enjoying the company of friendship. Maxwell is fuming as the young men are now flipping him off while laughing after their initial response of shock. Their reaction only sends an even more disgusted look across Darius' face as he looks around the Solid Core gym at the unhappy fans as they sit back and listen to Darius though they'd obviously rather not.
"That is exactly the type of bullshit I'm talking about. All I ask for is a few minutes to get myself and my words out there, and instead I get a bunch of young punks who think they can do whatever the Hell they want. That shit isn't going to fly because from this point forward, EVPW is being put on notice. I hope the management backstage hears all of this because this is aimed directly at you. You can keep trying to hold Darius Maxwell back, but he will clench his fist, tighten his muscle, and break free from your grap because where I come from, the Black Gold doesn't stop spewing until it's been purified. And EVPW, you are looking at your most precious natural resource."
The arena is now booing only slightly, showing their disdain for Darius as he throws the microphone at the feet of Lizzie Morna and he turns attention toward the entrance stage while adjusting the elbow pad on his right arm with his left hand as he turns his neck forward and back, getting in his final stretching.
Random Hippie Dude: This dude's got some serious issues bro. Nobodies done anything wrong to him and he even took a shot at management there which includes you KingBear man... What's your beef on the sandwich with this guy?
KingBear: I really have no idea what you're talking about, but if he's a got a problem with us then he can just keep on talking and we'll listen, knowing that his complaining isn't going to get him anywhere. If he wants to succeed in this business, he's got to do more than the average. None of the other successful people nor myself have ever gotten anywhere by whining about our situations.
Darius continues tightening his black elbow pad as he bounces from his left to right foot, anticipating the arrival of Scotty Dreamer while ignoring the ringside young male fans who try to get his attention to disrespect him even more.
TBCB Scotty Dreamer
