Post by andrewjamesiii on Aug 27, 2008 23:44:37 GMT -4
The loser of the first match on the Wednesday Night Genesis show of September 3, after an exciting Single Submission opener. Around 20 ring technicians - all with the same generic black colored/EVPW logo shirt on - come flooding from behind the entrance curtain and down to the ring. Four tables are being carried by eight men (two to each table), four ladders are being carried by eight men (two to each table), and four men carry four steel chairs as well. Many would be surprised at the low quantity of weapons, but after all - it's EVPW, which is pathetically poor. While the ring technicians set up the weapons for the following match with the camera still on them, voiceovers from Ray White and Jimmy Pate can be heard.
Ray White: Well that sure was a gruesome Submission Match we just witnessed. Those two men... Twisting, turning, stretching, and squeezing each other until one of them couldn't stand it any longer... Wait a second, after those use of adjectives, I declare that it wasn't gruesome, but for me... Erm... Grand!
Jimmy Pate: More like, for you... gay. That's besides the point though. I'm actually lookin' forward to this next match a little more. A Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match... Sounds like a nice contras' in comparisun to our technique-clad first match of the night. I'm also told we have a debut we've been promised, and a forma champiun competin' in the match. A little lopsided maybe, but it still shuld be gud.
Jimmy Pate gets down speaking just as the ring technicians finally make it backstage after getting the ring set up. Inside of the ring, in front of each turnbuckle corner lay the four unfolded steel chairs - one for each corner. In front of each side of the ropes in the ring sit the set-up tables - one for each side of the ring ropes. On the outside of the ring on each side stand the four ladders, tall and intimating - one for each side of the ring. Lizzie Morna stands with a smile in the middle of the ring with the microphone raised high, ready to address the small cheers from the EVPW crowd.
Lizzie Morna: The following match is scheduled for one fall or submission, and it is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match!
Lizzie's smile gets bigger as she stops speaking for a moment to let the sudden pop of cheers from the crowd to finish. Once the sudden new excitement dies down, Lizzie continues.
Lizzie Morna: Introducing first...
Lizzie's introduction is answered by three pounds on the symbols for the drums are heard throughout the arena on the weak PA system followed by intense guitar playing for a few seconds before the voice of Andrew Woods is heard singing out the first phrase of Captain Hi-Top by Mother Love Bone.
Those words are followed by "The Magnificent" Andrew James walking out from behind the curtain onto the entrance floor decked out in black wrestling boots, and a black robe embedded with thousands of sparkling maroon rhinestones with "Magnificence" spelled out on the back of the robe in silver rhinestones with his hands on his hips looking out upon the small crowd with a look of disgust on his face. The crowd is booing him at a small volume for his disrespectful words he said to them on his debut.
Andrew begins walking down the floor walkway which leads to the ring. Andrew only acknowledges the fans on either side of him with a raised nostril in disgust or a mere head shake in disgust at the crowd he is performing before.
Ray White: Well this SURELY is a debut we were promised and that I was waiting for an entire week. His face has been on my brain for the past week... I'm so looking forward to this.
Jimmy Pate: I don't like his attitude, but I'm also lookin' forward to see if he lives up to see how great he is. I'm just wonderin' who this former champion is who he's goin' up against.
Lizzie Morna: He hails from Richmond Virginia, he weighed in today at 252 pounds, he is "The Magnificent", Aaandrew JAMES!
Andrew has finally made it to the ring, but instead of entering, he begins walking around the ring on the South side, still paying no good intentioned mind to the fans now only on the right of him. Andrew makes it to the timekeeper's table. Once there, Andrew lets his robe slide off of his shoulder and catches it with his right arm before carefully placing it upon the table. Black wrestling boots, black knee pads, black wrestling trunks with a diamond figure embroidered on the back of them with a one hundred dollar bill in the middle of the diamond with Andrew's face on the bill, black elbow pads, and white wrist tape which makes up Andrew's wrestling attire can now be seen.
Andrew makes his way to, and begins walking up the Southeast steel steps on the outside. Once at the top of the steps, he begins walking along the outside ring apron. Once at the center, he enters between the middle and top rope swiftly. Once inside, he goes to the center of the ring and looks out upon the slightly booing crowd.
As these lyrics play, Andrew places both arms behind his head in a posing position which shows off his bulging biceps. Andrew then begins to gyrate his hips in a circling motion motion, his abdominal muscles contracting and flexing while doing so. Andrew then stops and swipes his hands down his abdominals, the sweat flying off his skin, falling to the mat below. Andrew then walks over to Lizzie Morna and jerks the microphone out of her hand in a very rude manner. She gives him an annoyed look before walking away at his scowling face. He then turns around before the crowd and raises the microphone, his voice just as loud and clear as last week in his debut appearance.
"Just as I claimed last week, I have come before you tonight and am here to participate in my debut match. I'm ready to pulverize my opponent, so let ME introduce him..."
Andrew clears his throat in a mocking manner and continues speaking, talking over the booing audience.
"My opponent hails from some sanitary landfill in a place full of clodhopping bumpkins like yourselves... He weighed in tonight at an un-athletic, corpulent, rotund weight of... Who cares. He is the whilom, fluke, Imperial Champion who didn't have the ability to keep the belt... El Conajo Blanco... THE WHITE BUNNY!"
Andrew scoffs at his last remark before throwing the microphone out of the ring - Lizzie following, her body language showing her obvious aggravation. "Icky Thump" by The White Stripes hits the poor PA system and Andrew backs up into the corner as he begins warming up for his next match in routine stretching regime with a look of disgust and intensity on his face with his right nostril flared as he awaits El Conajo Blanco.
TBCB El Conajo Blanco
Ray White: Well that sure was a gruesome Submission Match we just witnessed. Those two men... Twisting, turning, stretching, and squeezing each other until one of them couldn't stand it any longer... Wait a second, after those use of adjectives, I declare that it wasn't gruesome, but for me... Erm... Grand!
Jimmy Pate: More like, for you... gay. That's besides the point though. I'm actually lookin' forward to this next match a little more. A Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match... Sounds like a nice contras' in comparisun to our technique-clad first match of the night. I'm also told we have a debut we've been promised, and a forma champiun competin' in the match. A little lopsided maybe, but it still shuld be gud.
Jimmy Pate gets down speaking just as the ring technicians finally make it backstage after getting the ring set up. Inside of the ring, in front of each turnbuckle corner lay the four unfolded steel chairs - one for each corner. In front of each side of the ropes in the ring sit the set-up tables - one for each side of the ring ropes. On the outside of the ring on each side stand the four ladders, tall and intimating - one for each side of the ring. Lizzie Morna stands with a smile in the middle of the ring with the microphone raised high, ready to address the small cheers from the EVPW crowd.
Lizzie Morna: The following match is scheduled for one fall or submission, and it is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match!
Lizzie's smile gets bigger as she stops speaking for a moment to let the sudden pop of cheers from the crowd to finish. Once the sudden new excitement dies down, Lizzie continues.
Lizzie Morna: Introducing first...
Lizzie's introduction is answered by three pounds on the symbols for the drums are heard throughout the arena on the weak PA system followed by intense guitar playing for a few seconds before the voice of Andrew Woods is heard singing out the first phrase of Captain Hi-Top by Mother Love Bone.
I am "The Magnificent"
Those words are followed by "The Magnificent" Andrew James walking out from behind the curtain onto the entrance floor decked out in black wrestling boots, and a black robe embedded with thousands of sparkling maroon rhinestones with "Magnificence" spelled out on the back of the robe in silver rhinestones with his hands on his hips looking out upon the small crowd with a look of disgust on his face. The crowd is booing him at a small volume for his disrespectful words he said to them on his debut.
I'm the instigator the me generation
The official seminator the female population
Scoff at my rivals 'cause they ain't cool
And I re-wrote the Bible, and made my own rules
The official seminator the female population
Scoff at my rivals 'cause they ain't cool
And I re-wrote the Bible, and made my own rules
Andrew begins walking down the floor walkway which leads to the ring. Andrew only acknowledges the fans on either side of him with a raised nostril in disgust or a mere head shake in disgust at the crowd he is performing before.
Ray White: Well this SURELY is a debut we were promised and that I was waiting for an entire week. His face has been on my brain for the past week... I'm so looking forward to this.
Jimmy Pate: I don't like his attitude, but I'm also lookin' forward to see if he lives up to see how great he is. I'm just wonderin' who this former champion is who he's goin' up against.
Lizzie Morna: He hails from Richmond Virginia, he weighed in today at 252 pounds, he is "The Magnificent", Aaandrew JAMES!
Captain Hi-Top, the love commander
I'm the ego star forever after
I'm Captain Hi-Top, the love commander
Hide your Mom, control your sister
I'm the ego star forever after
I'm Captain Hi-Top, the love commander
Hide your Mom, control your sister
Andrew has finally made it to the ring, but instead of entering, he begins walking around the ring on the South side, still paying no good intentioned mind to the fans now only on the right of him. Andrew makes it to the timekeeper's table. Once there, Andrew lets his robe slide off of his shoulder and catches it with his right arm before carefully placing it upon the table. Black wrestling boots, black knee pads, black wrestling trunks with a diamond figure embroidered on the back of them with a one hundred dollar bill in the middle of the diamond with Andrew's face on the bill, black elbow pads, and white wrist tape which makes up Andrew's wrestling attire can now be seen.
I'm the Hip-Hop surgeon of the mindless eye
I said...
"These stories of my image ain't up to par."
I'll tell you what I did
I slid the beast to Farah
Sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby baby baby, baby...
Baby I'm a star
I said...
"These stories of my image ain't up to par."
I'll tell you what I did
I slid the beast to Farah
Sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby baby baby, baby...
Baby I'm a star
Andrew makes his way to, and begins walking up the Southeast steel steps on the outside. Once at the top of the steps, he begins walking along the outside ring apron. Once at the center, he enters between the middle and top rope swiftly. Once inside, he goes to the center of the ring and looks out upon the slightly booing crowd.
Captain Hi-Top, the love commander
I'm the ego star forever after
I'm talkin' 'bout Captain Hi-Top, the love commander
Hide your Mom control your sister
I'm the ego star forever after
I'm talkin' 'bout Captain Hi-Top, the love commander
Hide your Mom control your sister
As these lyrics play, Andrew places both arms behind his head in a posing position which shows off his bulging biceps. Andrew then begins to gyrate his hips in a circling motion motion, his abdominal muscles contracting and flexing while doing so. Andrew then stops and swipes his hands down his abdominals, the sweat flying off his skin, falling to the mat below. Andrew then walks over to Lizzie Morna and jerks the microphone out of her hand in a very rude manner. She gives him an annoyed look before walking away at his scowling face. He then turns around before the crowd and raises the microphone, his voice just as loud and clear as last week in his debut appearance.
"Just as I claimed last week, I have come before you tonight and am here to participate in my debut match. I'm ready to pulverize my opponent, so let ME introduce him..."
Andrew clears his throat in a mocking manner and continues speaking, talking over the booing audience.
"My opponent hails from some sanitary landfill in a place full of clodhopping bumpkins like yourselves... He weighed in tonight at an un-athletic, corpulent, rotund weight of... Who cares. He is the whilom, fluke, Imperial Champion who didn't have the ability to keep the belt... El Conajo Blanco... THE WHITE BUNNY!"
Andrew scoffs at his last remark before throwing the microphone out of the ring - Lizzie following, her body language showing her obvious aggravation. "Icky Thump" by The White Stripes hits the poor PA system and Andrew backs up into the corner as he begins warming up for his next match in routine stretching regime with a look of disgust and intensity on his face with his right nostril flared as he awaits El Conajo Blanco.
TBCB El Conajo Blanco
