Post by yeaimthesex on Oct 30, 2009 15:17:06 GMT -4
The lights rapidly swap between being off and being purple as "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails starts up. The Titan-Tron shows Azazel in a straight jacket locked in a padded room. He's jumping against the walls trying to break free.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
The curtains are flung back and Azazel swaggers out,with a microphone in hand, showing his arrogance. He runs to the far side of the stage and points to his head, he then repeats this on the other side. He runs to the centre of the stage, just a few metres from the ramp and leans forwards placing his right hand under his chin forming it to look like a gun. He waits a couple of seconds and then imitates pulling the trigger and shooting himself. He falls backwards and lies on the ground, continuing his mockery, before quickly kipping-up, as he cracks a rather cocky smile before wiping his nose with his left thumb.
I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
Azazel continues to walk down the ramp, his cocky swagger ever there. He quite often points to his temple and talks trash to the fans usually resulting in him shunning them in disgust. This in turn garners quite a negative reaction from the crowd, but not much as he has yet to establish himself as a full blown heel. Towards the bottom of the ramp he begins to gather more speed and slides into the ring. He is quick to stand and shows off his agility by running towards the far ropes and in one leap placing both feet on the top-rope for about a fifth of a second before back flipping off and landing on his feet.
He runs towards the opposite ropes and flips over them, landing on the apron with his arms wrapped up on the top-rope. He talks some more trash to the fans before letting the rope uncoil pulling him backwards over the top-rope, upon landing on his feet he quickly turn and drops to one knee, flinging his arms out to his sides and yelling to the crowd. He takes his sleeveless jacket off and throws it to ringside as his music fades away.
Jakob raises the microphone he came to the ring with up to his mouth. It would appear he's going to make a pre-match speech.
With that said Jakob lowers the microphone on the mat and gives the audience in attendance the middle finger. He doesn't care about them at all, and he wants them to know about it.
With that finally said Jakob goes and sits on the top turnbuckle as Jimmy Pate quietly chuckles to himself about Ray being turned down by this cocky new kid.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
The curtains are flung back and Azazel swaggers out,with a microphone in hand, showing his arrogance. He runs to the far side of the stage and points to his head, he then repeats this on the other side. He runs to the centre of the stage, just a few metres from the ramp and leans forwards placing his right hand under his chin forming it to look like a gun. He waits a couple of seconds and then imitates pulling the trigger and shooting himself. He falls backwards and lies on the ground, continuing his mockery, before quickly kipping-up, as he cracks a rather cocky smile before wiping his nose with his left thumb.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
..::Lizzie Morna::..
Making his way to the ring, currently residing in Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and measuring six feet once inches tall. Jakob Azazel!
Making his way to the ring, currently residing in Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and measuring six feet once inches tall. Jakob Azazel!
I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
Azazel continues to walk down the ramp, his cocky swagger ever there. He quite often points to his temple and talks trash to the fans usually resulting in him shunning them in disgust. This in turn garners quite a negative reaction from the crowd, but not much as he has yet to establish himself as a full blown heel. Towards the bottom of the ramp he begins to gather more speed and slides into the ring. He is quick to stand and shows off his agility by running towards the far ropes and in one leap placing both feet on the top-rope for about a fifth of a second before back flipping off and landing on his feet.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
He runs towards the opposite ropes and flips over them, landing on the apron with his arms wrapped up on the top-rope. He talks some more trash to the fans before letting the rope uncoil pulling him backwards over the top-rope, upon landing on his feet he quickly turn and drops to one knee, flinging his arms out to his sides and yelling to the crowd. He takes his sleeveless jacket off and throws it to ringside as his music fades away.
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way...
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way...
..::Ray White::..
Oh, and who's this? Must be one of the new kids.
..::Jimmy Pate::..
Yeah, he had one match on SNK and won, then he got drafter over to the real show; WNG. He claims he's good, but I haven't seen anything to back that up.
..::Ray White::..
Oh he's good? -tuts- Shame, I was hoping he'd be a bad boy.
..::Jimmy Pate::..
-sigh with a facepalm-
Oh, and who's this? Must be one of the new kids.
..::Jimmy Pate::..
Yeah, he had one match on SNK and won, then he got drafter over to the real show; WNG. He claims he's good, but I haven't seen anything to back that up.
..::Ray White::..
Oh he's good? -tuts- Shame, I was hoping he'd be a bad boy.
..::Jimmy Pate::..
-sigh with a facepalm-
Jakob raises the microphone he came to the ring with up to his mouth. It would appear he's going to make a pre-match speech.
..::Jakob Azazel::..
Hello peasants. I'd like to share with you all a little story. Ready? Here it goes. Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow. Anywhere that Mary went, this lamb was sure to go. So one day Mr. Azazel shit it dead, now wherever Mary goes, the lamb goes between two slices of bread! See, a lovely little story isn't it? But there's a deeper meaning. The meaning being I'm a cold bastard. So yeah, boo me, hell cheer me if you're dumb enough to, but don't get in my way cause I will make you hurt. Speaking of getting in my way, who in the hell is this Jake Porter? I'm apparently a nobody but not even I've heard of this guy... but then again I haven't heard of many people. And do you all know why that is? Simple: There's very few people out there worth hearing about.
There's a sucker born every minute and it looks like I'm facing one of them tonight.
I am Jakob Azazel, and I am your new fucking messiah!
Hello peasants. I'd like to share with you all a little story. Ready? Here it goes. Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow. Anywhere that Mary went, this lamb was sure to go. So one day Mr. Azazel shit it dead, now wherever Mary goes, the lamb goes between two slices of bread! See, a lovely little story isn't it? But there's a deeper meaning. The meaning being I'm a cold bastard. So yeah, boo me, hell cheer me if you're dumb enough to, but don't get in my way cause I will make you hurt. Speaking of getting in my way, who in the hell is this Jake Porter? I'm apparently a nobody but not even I've heard of this guy... but then again I haven't heard of many people. And do you all know why that is? Simple: There's very few people out there worth hearing about.
There's a sucker born every minute and it looks like I'm facing one of them tonight.
I am Jakob Azazel, and I am your new fucking messiah!
With that said Jakob lowers the microphone on the mat and gives the audience in attendance the middle finger. He doesn't care about them at all, and he wants them to know about it.
..::Jakob Azazel::..
Oh, and one more thing. Ray, I'm sorry, but you're not my type...
Oh, and one more thing. Ray, I'm sorry, but you're not my type...
With that finally said Jakob goes and sits on the top turnbuckle as Jimmy Pate quietly chuckles to himself about Ray being turned down by this cocky new kid.
