Post by timvegas on Feb 16, 2012 11:54:17 GMT -5
"Young Men Dead" by the Black Angels plays through out the WCF arena. Vegas walks out from the back in a white Armani suit. While making his way down to the ring Vegas ignores the fans and unbuttons his jacket.
Announcer 1: Mr. IQ has done a good job on making some friends here already.
Announcer 2: I don't think friends are on top of Vegas's priority list.
Vegas walks up the ring steps, whips his feet and enters the ring. Vegas walks to the back of the ring and reaches for the mic from the ring announcer. Vegas signals for his music to be cut. The crowd is loud with booing. Vegas stands there ad waits for the crowd to settle down.
Announcer 1: Doesn't have many fans either.
Vegas leans into a turn buckle corner and waits. Vegas patience finally grows thin, Vegas points up to the ceiling and "Young Men Dead" starts to play again.
The fans notice that Vegas can do this all day and start to calm down. Vegas signals for the music to be cut.
Vegas: Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
Announcer 1: Is that another pop-corn man quote?
Announcer 2: George Orwell, not Orville Re…. never mind, you're hopeless.
Vegas: You know, you people are at least partially responsible for the cancer that has infected the WCF and the rest of the world. You're all just mindless drones that take your orders from the television.
More boos from the audience. Vegas goes to raise his finger again, the crowd instantly stops.
Vegas: Hmm, you people can be taught. Let's move onto business, after all you people mean nothing to me. My debut match is a triple threat with Roid Masters and Bankmanship. Bankmanship I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you yet, but I am looking forward to putting you in check.
Announcer 2: I believe Vegas is referring to his trio of neck-breakers, quite the devastating move.
Vegas: Masters, I'm looking forward to when it's just you and I in the ring. No mics, no weapons, no tables, no midgets, and no dark haired women of the night. Masters, you might be favored to win this match, but dark energy is perhaps the biggest mystery in physics.
"Young Men Dead" starts to play again. Vegas hands the mic back over to the ring announcer and makes his way out of the ring and into the back.
Announcer 1: Wow, mighty big words, but we'll see if he can back them up at Slam this Sunday.
Announcer 2: This is going to be a good one, three of the WCF's top up and comers facing off at the same time. But the big picture is already coming into focus, Masters and Vegas.
Announcer 1: I can't wait to see Masters shut that nerd up.
Announcer 2: You're just saying that because you can't understand anything he says.
Announcer 1: Oh so I'm a cancer too?
Announcer 2: You said it, not me.
Announcer 1: Mr. IQ has done a good job on making some friends here already.
Announcer 2: I don't think friends are on top of Vegas's priority list.
Vegas walks up the ring steps, whips his feet and enters the ring. Vegas walks to the back of the ring and reaches for the mic from the ring announcer. Vegas signals for his music to be cut. The crowd is loud with booing. Vegas stands there ad waits for the crowd to settle down.
Announcer 1: Doesn't have many fans either.
Vegas leans into a turn buckle corner and waits. Vegas patience finally grows thin, Vegas points up to the ceiling and "Young Men Dead" starts to play again.
The fans notice that Vegas can do this all day and start to calm down. Vegas signals for the music to be cut.
Vegas: Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
Announcer 1: Is that another pop-corn man quote?
Announcer 2: George Orwell, not Orville Re…. never mind, you're hopeless.
Vegas: You know, you people are at least partially responsible for the cancer that has infected the WCF and the rest of the world. You're all just mindless drones that take your orders from the television.
More boos from the audience. Vegas goes to raise his finger again, the crowd instantly stops.
Vegas: Hmm, you people can be taught. Let's move onto business, after all you people mean nothing to me. My debut match is a triple threat with Roid Masters and Bankmanship. Bankmanship I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you yet, but I am looking forward to putting you in check.
Announcer 2: I believe Vegas is referring to his trio of neck-breakers, quite the devastating move.
Vegas: Masters, I'm looking forward to when it's just you and I in the ring. No mics, no weapons, no tables, no midgets, and no dark haired women of the night. Masters, you might be favored to win this match, but dark energy is perhaps the biggest mystery in physics.
"Young Men Dead" starts to play again. Vegas hands the mic back over to the ring announcer and makes his way out of the ring and into the back.
Announcer 1: Wow, mighty big words, but we'll see if he can back them up at Slam this Sunday.
Announcer 2: This is going to be a good one, three of the WCF's top up and comers facing off at the same time. But the big picture is already coming into focus, Masters and Vegas.
Announcer 1: I can't wait to see Masters shut that nerd up.
Announcer 2: You're just saying that because you can't understand anything he says.
Announcer 1: Oh so I'm a cancer too?
Announcer 2: You said it, not me.
