Post by Christian Black on Aug 27, 2009 15:01:22 GMT -5
-Chapter one: My name is...-
As Lacerated played, the fans saw Christian Black standing in the center of the ring with a microphone. His eyes darted back and forth between each of the crowd members, around 100 or so. Small promotion, definitely. A few roster members, few people who are actually going for titles. Whatever, that was what was best for Christian. He hoped these guys would just not care and focus on each other so he could get the elimination and get the belt before long. Christian smirked and looked around at the fans, his eyes gathering each of their faces. His fingers laying down against his palm, while the hand with the microphone jerked up and held in front of his pink lips. Cracking a smile, he'd begin to speak...
Christian: As far as I am concerned, there are two other men whom I really need to worry about in this battle royal. The Hawkin brothers... Honestly, don't make it obvious you're related. It's going to be a two on one situation here and I know it. I'm not worried about the other lazy fuck inside that ring. You two are my targets and quite frankly, I'm going to make sure neither of you two eliminate me over the top rope. If you do, then you'll have a conflict of interest and bra-maybe I want you two to brawl. Maybe I'll just step out of that ring and let you two fight it out, thinking I'm eliminated before I finish the job you two started. After that's done, I'll be crowned the first ever champion of IPW Carolina... then onto Fall Brawl to claim the entire fed title. Once I claim that, oh boy, there will be a target on my back for both titles. Number 1 contenders coming at me left and right, all wanting a shot at me, Christian Black "The Black Sheep". I've introduced myself to you folks, right? RIGHT? No?! I'm called the Black Sheep because I am different. I'm different in how I wrestle, I'm different in how I move in this ring, I'm different than every one else here possible. These guys are claiming rap style power, bleh... I'm claiming whatever power over you I want. Whether it be Judo... or Spongebob Squarepants "car-rot-eh" style. I don't care. I'm going to lay waste and claim to your bodies. Destroying each and every part of your souls until you beg for mercy then get drug down into Hell itself. Then, just when you finally think you've escaped the pain, the devil pulls you back in for more torture. That's how it's going to be, gentlemen. I ain't going to tell you again.
The crowd sat in silence, not really caring about what Christian had to say. Christian's face told the entire story,
Christian: My name is "The Black Sheep" Christian Black... and I am different!
As Lacerated played, the fans saw Christian Black standing in the center of the ring with a microphone. His eyes darted back and forth between each of the crowd members, around 100 or so. Small promotion, definitely. A few roster members, few people who are actually going for titles. Whatever, that was what was best for Christian. He hoped these guys would just not care and focus on each other so he could get the elimination and get the belt before long. Christian smirked and looked around at the fans, his eyes gathering each of their faces. His fingers laying down against his palm, while the hand with the microphone jerked up and held in front of his pink lips. Cracking a smile, he'd begin to speak...
Christian: As far as I am concerned, there are two other men whom I really need to worry about in this battle royal. The Hawkin brothers... Honestly, don't make it obvious you're related. It's going to be a two on one situation here and I know it. I'm not worried about the other lazy fuck inside that ring. You two are my targets and quite frankly, I'm going to make sure neither of you two eliminate me over the top rope. If you do, then you'll have a conflict of interest and bra-maybe I want you two to brawl. Maybe I'll just step out of that ring and let you two fight it out, thinking I'm eliminated before I finish the job you two started. After that's done, I'll be crowned the first ever champion of IPW Carolina... then onto Fall Brawl to claim the entire fed title. Once I claim that, oh boy, there will be a target on my back for both titles. Number 1 contenders coming at me left and right, all wanting a shot at me, Christian Black "The Black Sheep". I've introduced myself to you folks, right? RIGHT? No?! I'm called the Black Sheep because I am different. I'm different in how I wrestle, I'm different in how I move in this ring, I'm different than every one else here possible. These guys are claiming rap style power, bleh... I'm claiming whatever power over you I want. Whether it be Judo... or Spongebob Squarepants "car-rot-eh" style. I don't care. I'm going to lay waste and claim to your bodies. Destroying each and every part of your souls until you beg for mercy then get drug down into Hell itself. Then, just when you finally think you've escaped the pain, the devil pulls you back in for more torture. That's how it's going to be, gentlemen. I ain't going to tell you again.
The crowd sat in silence, not really caring about what Christian had to say. Christian's face told the entire story,
Christian: My name is "The Black Sheep" Christian Black... and I am different!
