Post by thepurest on Feb 6, 2009 10:14:55 GMT -4
"Bold motherf**ker don't you limit your mind"
Boos come from most of the fans in the arena but everyone is on their feet anyway.
-:Jimmy Pate:-
I can't believe this, EVPW is finally back on the road.
-:Ray White:-
You got any food?
-:Jimmy Pate:-
No, I don't have any food, call the match instead of worrying about your stomach!
-:Ray White:-
Ok, Ok, Jeesh. I like Sam. I Hope he wins.
"Liberate your mind
You motherf**ker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
So liberate your mind
Now motherf**ker, will you liberate your mind
Liberate your mind
You motherf**ker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
So liberate your mind
Now motherf**ker, will you liberate your mind
This time"
-:Lizzie Morna:-
Introducing his opponent, He hails from Nashville, Tennessee...
"Bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the messages
Have fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherf**ker"
-:Jimmy Pate:-
Just come out already!
-:Ray White:-
He's letting the fans wait, so they know that they can boo him all they want but each and everyone of them came to see him.
"Don't you limit your mind
Now bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the messages
Have fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
This time"
Blade runs out to the top of the ramp wearing his signature Black Jumpsuit and Steal mask. He stops for a second and smiles as the fans shout obscenities at him and boo. Sam is also wearing a towel with black strips on his head. It drapes over his shoulders and face.
-:Lizzie Morna:-
Sam...Blade!
The fans boo even louder and Sam swings his arm in a gesture suggesting he doesn't care what they have to say. He stops for a second and bounces as if pumping himself up. Then he pulls the towel off his head and throws it across the stage. He runs down the steel ramp and dives up to the ring and goes between the second and third rope. He lands on his right shoulder and rolls to his feet. He stops for a second before quickly climbing to the middle ropes and looking out amongst the fans with his right arm raised, The look on his face suggests he is angry and confused to why the fans don't like him. Sam then motions to someone kneeling by the announce table. They throw a microphone up to him and he reaches out to catch it. As he does so he slips slightly and holds on to stop himself from falling.
"Waiting, for your modern messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Still awaiting, I"
The fans are still laughing at Sam as he jumps back from the ropes to the ring. He smiles and exclaims:
-:Sam Blade:-
You Like That? You Think That Was Funny? Let me tell you what is FUNNY! You idiot fans working five days a week to get enough money to come and see me! Don't get me wrong i don't blame you for wanting to see me BUT then you have the nerve to boo the one man that made this company what it is today!
-:Fans:-
F**k you Sam...F**k you Sam...F**k you Sam...
-:Sam Blade:-
You all want to don't you! As for my so called opponent...I'll call him my opponent even though this isn't gonna be much of a match, I just want him to know when i beat him from pillar to post its because he is an obstacle in my way to gold, nothing more nothing less...
-:Fans:-
We Want Tameyoshi...We Want Tameyoshi...We Want Tameyoshi...
-:Sam Blade:-
...I know this must be pretty intimidating to be in the ring with a monster like myself waiting to beat your ass for the win BUT i will give you the easy way out. Come over here, i'll get this soppy looking ref to ring the bell and you just lay down and i'll pin you one, two...three.
The ref says something to Sam. He grins and looks at the ref maniacally and the ref backs up. Sam then throws the microphone under the bottom rope and one of the tech staff can be seen in the bottom of the camera running out and picking it up.
TBC by Monomonoi Tameyoshi
Boos come from most of the fans in the arena but everyone is on their feet anyway.
-:Jimmy Pate:-
I can't believe this, EVPW is finally back on the road.
-:Ray White:-
You got any food?
-:Jimmy Pate:-
No, I don't have any food, call the match instead of worrying about your stomach!
-:Ray White:-
Ok, Ok, Jeesh. I like Sam. I Hope he wins.
"Liberate your mind
You motherf**ker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
So liberate your mind
Now motherf**ker, will you liberate your mind
Liberate your mind
You motherf**ker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
So liberate your mind
Now motherf**ker, will you liberate your mind
This time"
-:Lizzie Morna:-
Introducing his opponent, He hails from Nashville, Tennessee...
"Bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the messages
Have fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherf**ker"
-:Jimmy Pate:-
Just come out already!
-:Ray White:-
He's letting the fans wait, so they know that they can boo him all they want but each and everyone of them came to see him.
"Don't you limit your mind
Now bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the messages
Have fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
This time"
Blade runs out to the top of the ramp wearing his signature Black Jumpsuit and Steal mask. He stops for a second and smiles as the fans shout obscenities at him and boo. Sam is also wearing a towel with black strips on his head. It drapes over his shoulders and face.
-:Lizzie Morna:-
Sam...Blade!
The fans boo even louder and Sam swings his arm in a gesture suggesting he doesn't care what they have to say. He stops for a second and bounces as if pumping himself up. Then he pulls the towel off his head and throws it across the stage. He runs down the steel ramp and dives up to the ring and goes between the second and third rope. He lands on his right shoulder and rolls to his feet. He stops for a second before quickly climbing to the middle ropes and looking out amongst the fans with his right arm raised, The look on his face suggests he is angry and confused to why the fans don't like him. Sam then motions to someone kneeling by the announce table. They throw a microphone up to him and he reaches out to catch it. As he does so he slips slightly and holds on to stop himself from falling.
"Waiting, for your modern messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Still awaiting, I"
The fans are still laughing at Sam as he jumps back from the ropes to the ring. He smiles and exclaims:
-:Sam Blade:-
You Like That? You Think That Was Funny? Let me tell you what is FUNNY! You idiot fans working five days a week to get enough money to come and see me! Don't get me wrong i don't blame you for wanting to see me BUT then you have the nerve to boo the one man that made this company what it is today!
-:Fans:-
F**k you Sam...F**k you Sam...F**k you Sam...
-:Sam Blade:-
You all want to don't you! As for my so called opponent...I'll call him my opponent even though this isn't gonna be much of a match, I just want him to know when i beat him from pillar to post its because he is an obstacle in my way to gold, nothing more nothing less...
-:Fans:-
We Want Tameyoshi...We Want Tameyoshi...We Want Tameyoshi...
-:Sam Blade:-
...I know this must be pretty intimidating to be in the ring with a monster like myself waiting to beat your ass for the win BUT i will give you the easy way out. Come over here, i'll get this soppy looking ref to ring the bell and you just lay down and i'll pin you one, two...three.
The ref says something to Sam. He grins and looks at the ref maniacally and the ref backs up. Sam then throws the microphone under the bottom rope and one of the tech staff can be seen in the bottom of the camera running out and picking it up.
TBC by Monomonoi Tameyoshi
