Post by Crash Barley on Jul 12, 2008 13:03:09 GMT -4
-[Jimmy Pate]-
"Well Ray here we are. Another night with you is a night spent in hell. "
-[Ray White]-
"Aww, JP it means so much to me. We only have one more match left to go. Its not like Ive been killing you that bad."
-[Jimmy Pate]-
"By far, this is probably the worst week Ive ever commentated."
-[Ray White]-
"Now why is that JP? All I do is put color in the people, and wrestling."
-[Jimmy Page]-
"A rainbow full of colors I should add. Maybe you should go back and check out the videos of you commentating. Some things you mat regret."
-[Ray White]-
"I doubt it. "
-[Jimmy Page]-
"Nevermind... I doubt it too."
Take this shit back
Suddenly the loud ruckus of the lead singer screaming through the arena raises a few hundred voices to their feet. The limbs on their upper body lift up, as they boo the mans theme song. Finally they became quieter when the leading guitar slashed in beating its ticking pattern. The fans could feel their blood bubble inside their veins as the shrieking noise of the guitar seeped in. The lights dim out until reaching a fully blackened stage, as smoke piles up on the small entrance ramp in front of the black curtain. Meanwhile, small little strobe lights begin to ramble making a pattern on the grayish smoke.
This is dedicated to all the motherfuckers
Thats trying to stay hard
When every thing's going soft again
-[Jimmy Page]-
"They haven't seen Crash wrestle in a few weeks. First a now show, then come to find out. The next week he was gone on a trip."
-[Ray White]-
"What the hell do you want from the guy. His grandma was sick last week..."
-[Jimmy Page]-
"I would almost guarantee that is a lie. Plus... I don't think Crash would have any sympathy for his grandma."
The smoke dims a bit making a dark figure visible through squinted eyes. The fans focus on Crash who is standing behind the pile of smoke with his arms cross. The bright lights stop and the smoke eventually carries away. Everyone now can fully see Crash standing their with his normal attire.
If you think it's too loud
Bitch - get the fuck out
If you wanna slow down
Bitch - get the fuck out
If your ass ain't with me
Get the fuck out...
-[Lizzie Morna]-
"Introducing second. He stands at 5'10 and weighs in at 245. Welcome from Brooklyn, New York... Crash Barley."
Crash rubs his white tapped wrist while walking down the ramp. Fans try to reach out and slap him on the back. Just for remembrance reasons, not because they like him. Crash easily maneuvers to the center of the short ramp dodging the fans slaps and punches. Crash reaches the end of the ramp, and is now safe form the barbarian fans. He lifts up and slings his cutoff to the ground revealing the top half of his black singlet.
-[Ray White]-
"Wow it never amazes me how ugly Crash gets every week."
-[Jimmy Page]-
"It never amazes me how more stupid you get every week."
We raise hell bitch
We don't give a fuck
All you pussy motherfuckers shut the fuck up
I knock yo hed back
I let that shit bang
I make your heart jump
Like you was on cocaine
Crash walks to the side of the apron closest to him. No opponent is in the ring to glare at or try to intimidate. So he easily roles in the ring underneath the bottom rope.
Stop actin like a bitch
Why you acting like a bitch
Let a bitch suck a dick
and get the fuck in the pit
Crash makes his way to the center of the square circle, approaching Lizzie. He grabs the mic from her without any courtesy. Lizzie steps back a little while Crash holds the black mic to his chin, waiting for the crowd to stop their boos.
-[Crash]-
"SHUT UP! I come here after two weeks of wrestling and what do I get? An ear full of bullshit from everyone of you damn washes up fans! So tonight, after being away on a trip... a very important trip! I'm coming back to regain my respect that I need!"
The fans chants get louder screaming "You chickened out!" Crash's face turns a little purple due to the embarrassment of his last defeat. He drops the mic and kicks it to Lizzie's feet not bothering to be a gentlemen about anything. Crash folds his arms and puckers his lips staring at the entrance ramp awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
-[Ray White]-
"Well Crash has a temper."
TBC
Insano
"Well Ray here we are. Another night with you is a night spent in hell. "
-[Ray White]-
"Aww, JP it means so much to me. We only have one more match left to go. Its not like Ive been killing you that bad."
-[Jimmy Pate]-
"By far, this is probably the worst week Ive ever commentated."
-[Ray White]-
"Now why is that JP? All I do is put color in the people, and wrestling."
-[Jimmy Page]-
"A rainbow full of colors I should add. Maybe you should go back and check out the videos of you commentating. Some things you mat regret."
-[Ray White]-
"I doubt it. "
-[Jimmy Page]-
"Nevermind... I doubt it too."
Take this shit back
Suddenly the loud ruckus of the lead singer screaming through the arena raises a few hundred voices to their feet. The limbs on their upper body lift up, as they boo the mans theme song. Finally they became quieter when the leading guitar slashed in beating its ticking pattern. The fans could feel their blood bubble inside their veins as the shrieking noise of the guitar seeped in. The lights dim out until reaching a fully blackened stage, as smoke piles up on the small entrance ramp in front of the black curtain. Meanwhile, small little strobe lights begin to ramble making a pattern on the grayish smoke.
This is dedicated to all the motherfuckers
Thats trying to stay hard
When every thing's going soft again
-[Jimmy Page]-
"They haven't seen Crash wrestle in a few weeks. First a now show, then come to find out. The next week he was gone on a trip."
-[Ray White]-
"What the hell do you want from the guy. His grandma was sick last week..."
-[Jimmy Page]-
"I would almost guarantee that is a lie. Plus... I don't think Crash would have any sympathy for his grandma."
The smoke dims a bit making a dark figure visible through squinted eyes. The fans focus on Crash who is standing behind the pile of smoke with his arms cross. The bright lights stop and the smoke eventually carries away. Everyone now can fully see Crash standing their with his normal attire.
If you think it's too loud
Bitch - get the fuck out
If you wanna slow down
Bitch - get the fuck out
If your ass ain't with me
Get the fuck out...
-[Lizzie Morna]-
"Introducing second. He stands at 5'10 and weighs in at 245. Welcome from Brooklyn, New York... Crash Barley."
Crash rubs his white tapped wrist while walking down the ramp. Fans try to reach out and slap him on the back. Just for remembrance reasons, not because they like him. Crash easily maneuvers to the center of the short ramp dodging the fans slaps and punches. Crash reaches the end of the ramp, and is now safe form the barbarian fans. He lifts up and slings his cutoff to the ground revealing the top half of his black singlet.
-[Ray White]-
"Wow it never amazes me how ugly Crash gets every week."
-[Jimmy Page]-
"It never amazes me how more stupid you get every week."
We raise hell bitch
We don't give a fuck
All you pussy motherfuckers shut the fuck up
I knock yo hed back
I let that shit bang
I make your heart jump
Like you was on cocaine
Crash walks to the side of the apron closest to him. No opponent is in the ring to glare at or try to intimidate. So he easily roles in the ring underneath the bottom rope.
Stop actin like a bitch
Why you acting like a bitch
Let a bitch suck a dick
and get the fuck in the pit
Crash makes his way to the center of the square circle, approaching Lizzie. He grabs the mic from her without any courtesy. Lizzie steps back a little while Crash holds the black mic to his chin, waiting for the crowd to stop their boos.
-[Crash]-
"SHUT UP! I come here after two weeks of wrestling and what do I get? An ear full of bullshit from everyone of you damn washes up fans! So tonight, after being away on a trip... a very important trip! I'm coming back to regain my respect that I need!"
The fans chants get louder screaming "You chickened out!" Crash's face turns a little purple due to the embarrassment of his last defeat. He drops the mic and kicks it to Lizzie's feet not bothering to be a gentlemen about anything. Crash folds his arms and puckers his lips staring at the entrance ramp awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
-[Ray White]-
"Well Crash has a temper."
TBC
Insano
