Post by krycha on Jan 23, 2009 17:32:20 GMT -4
Coming back from the break, the fans get rowdy for the next match. The bell rings three times with Wednesday's announcer, Lizzie, standing in the ring with a microphone ready to do what one would imagine to be announcer stuff. A smile on her face, not for the wrestlers but because people are watching, she begins.
Lizzie: The following contest is (A triple threat match and is) scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...... From Chicago, Illinois. Wait, how do you pronounce that? Cree-chuh? You sure? That looks like Cry-sha, will you stop? Don't make me look bad, I'm just trying to do my job right. From Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 240 lbs he is...... Krrrr-yyyy-cha?
The lights shut off completely, only the flashing lights from cameras allowing any visible light to be seen. A member of the EVPW stage crew brings out a stereo and sets it on a stool. he puts in a CD and presses play. A few seconds for the CD to check, and finally, John Cena's Them Song plays. Immediately the young children everywhere and untrue wrestling fans from around the arena get to their feet and cheer as loudly as they can.
Prrrrrrrrr!
That same member rushes to the stool, gives it a bop to the top. Failing to do anything to the song, he decides it's best to stand there with a hand on his hip and another covering his mouth, oh yes, he's thinking. He looks at it in every direction and feels he should try again, just in case and this time......
"Lay yo ass down, lay yo ass down, lay yo ass down, lay yo ass down for the three second tan"
The EVPW crew member does this very effective song changing ability once more when The Correct Song plays, the member rushing out of the scene. When the beat begins, two female African dancers come out with face paint, poofy hair, and skirts made of straw, dancing incredibly well to what comes out next. a group of hardy party young women come out with martinis and rainbow colored glow-in-the-dark necklaces, with their one piece dresses, dancing like they would have had they been sober. From the crowd standing in front of the entrance, Krycha swims his way through like Jeff Hardy. His Trademarked mask is a green glow-in-the-dark, the rest of the costume being the same as his commercial had anyone bothered to sit there for five minutes to watch it. After escaping the cluster of women, Krycha shakes his arms and hips like any Jeff Hardy fan would do behind closed doors or in front of close friends. He proceeds the dance chain with a four step Ric Flair Strut and then moves onto dancing like the dancers down the ramp, arms out with fingers up and marching while bobbing his head as if he were a traffic director who likes his job a little too much.
Prrrrrrrrr!
That same member rushes to the stool, gives it a bop to the top. Failing to do anything to the song, he decides it's best to stand there with a hand on his hip and another covering his mouth, oh yes, he's thinking. He looks at it in every direction and feels he should try again, just in case and this time......
"Lay yo ass down, lay yo ass down, lay yo ass down, lay yo ass down for the three second tan"
The EVPW crew member does this very effective song changing ability once more when The Correct Song plays, the member rushing out of the scene. When the beat begins, two female African dancers come out with face paint, poofy hair, and skirts made of straw, dancing incredibly well to what comes out next. a group of hardy party young women come out with martinis and rainbow colored glow-in-the-dark necklaces, with their one piece dresses, dancing like they would have had they been sober. From the crowd standing in front of the entrance, Krycha swims his way through like Jeff Hardy. His Trademarked mask is a green glow-in-the-dark, the rest of the costume being the same as his commercial had anyone bothered to sit there for five minutes to watch it. After escaping the cluster of women, Krycha shakes his arms and hips like any Jeff Hardy fan would do behind closed doors or in front of close friends. He proceeds the dance chain with a four step Ric Flair Strut and then moves onto dancing like the dancers down the ramp, arms out with fingers up and marching while bobbing his head as if he were a traffic director who likes his job a little too much.
Ray: What in the living hell is this?
Jimmy: Uhm, I...... I-I don't know what to tell you to be quite honest here. His name is Krycha, and judging from Lizzie's trouble with pronounciation, she'll have fun with his opponent's name.
Ray: Ooooo *multiple speedy claps* rainbow glownecklaces, you think they sell them here?
Jimmy: Again, I'm just here to commenta-
Ray: I have to find me one of those, THEY LOOK STUNNING. But yeah, so anyway, This match should be a bore after this odd ball oodled his way in.
Jimmy: I don't know, haven't seen much, this match-up might not be that bad.
Ray: How do you think they get their hair to be so poofy? Tch, it's hair to just die for isn't it, what do you think? Could I pull off the look?
Jimmy: ...... Ray how about we call the match ok?
Krycha makes it into the ring, the lights slowly turning back on and the music dying down. Lizzie looks at Krycha like he's a pile of stinky dog dooty in the ring. He throws his head to look in her direction and then shoots it to the entrance, the dancers helping the drunk women away. One falls on her ass and giggles, rolling on the floor because she's just never had so much fun with her friends like this before, refusing to get up until she's done laughing.
TBC
