Post by erickennedy on Dec 25, 2006 2:03:25 GMT -5
The light in the arena slowly dims to dark blue. "Kings Collide" by Godsmack begins to play softly over the PA System. Eric Kennedy walks out slowly onto the entrance ramp wearing a golden crown and a long red cloak that has golden crown designs over it. He reaches under the left side of his cloak and pulls out a golden scepter and raises it into the air. A large smirk appears over his face and he shakes his head slowly and chuckles. Kennedy makes his way down the red carpet leading into the ring, stopping briefly to taunt some of the fans who boo him. He walks up the ring steps and to the middle of the ring apron where he turns around and again raises his scepter in the air, taunting the crowd. One of his many "servants" walks over to him and holds the ropes open for him. Kennedy takes his time stepping into the ring and making his way over to the throne that is in the corner of the ring. The ring is covered in red carpet and Kennedy's "servants" are standing all over the ring, down on one knee with their head bowed to Kennedy. He walks up to his throne and sits in it, letting out a slight sigh of pleasure. One of his servants makes his way over to him, handing him a microphone as the blue light finally fades away and the normal lighting comes back on.
Kennedy:
Ah, it's about time that the King returns home. Im sure all of you fat hotdog eating slobs can appreciate the fact that you finally have someone of my stature here in this damned place. *Crowd erupts in boos* Yes, I know, Im happy to see you all too. That was sarcasm in case you idiots did not realize that. Let me see what I have on my agenda this week. Oh, mmmhmmm. Not too shabby, these three guys I guess get the honor of facing off against a King this week. Conrad Howell, Miguel Sanchez, and some guy named Infra-Red. First off I'd like to address you Conrad. You ever heard of the word pants? Here in the U.S. it is typical for men to NOT wear skirts. I do have a better use for you than beating your ass anyways, I could put you to work in my garden planting potatoes. You Scottish people I heard are good farmers. Hm, Miguel Sanchez? Mexican the way that sounds. All I got to say to you, you dirty strawberry picker, Adios Amigos! Because you will be going Adios in our match, rather quickly too. Than Infra-Red, could you seriously come up with a crappier name? Infra-Red, the name just insults me. Why I get stuck in a match against you three ass clowns, I have no idea. You three don't have any true wrestling traits, no, you fought a few matches and thought you were great wrestlers. You don't have the wrestling background and achievements that I do. Oh? What's that? You want to hear them? Oh, no problem there. Let me start off by saying I am a highly talented amateur wrestler, I am also the youngest A.W.A. World Champion, and also the first A.W.A. United States Champion. That is just the tip of the iceberg ladies. Conrad, Ive seen your win/loss record, Ive got to say it's slightly impressive, but than I saw that most of that was in your tag team matches, not singles. Yes, you may be good, but thats only with your partner at your side, I doubt you'd be able to hold your own against me one on one very long. I don't doubt that you think your better than me, hell, almost everyone thinks theyre better than me, but than they see this crown on my head and become jealous of my royalty. Anyways, my problem isn't so much with you Conrad, it's with the other two guys, that doesn't mean Ill go any easier on you than I will them though, and Im sure you being a competitor you will understand that. Miguel Sanchez, you should be picking strawberries on a plantation somewhere, not in the ring. You know, Mexicans don't get health insurance until they are legal citizens, which I doubt you are. I hope you get your citizenship quickly though, and a very good health insurance plan, because after Slam, your going to need it, I dont think that you will be able to pay off those hospital fees your going to have by picking strawberries for them. Now, I need some nourishment before I continue. Maid, fetch me some grapes and a glass of wine.
The Maid runs over to a table in the ring and grabs a glass of red wine and a golden plate that has grapes on it. She runs back over to Kennedy and hands him the wine and holds the grapes in front of him. Kennedy takes a sip of the wine and immiediatly spits it out over the Maid. She stands there in total shock.
Kennedy:
What the hell!!!?! That shit is hot! Who the hell do you think you are!? Disrespecting the King like that by giving him wine that is not even suitable for a damn dog to drink! I've had it with you! YOOOUR FIREED!
The Maid breaks down crying and one of the servants walks over to her and comforts her. Kennedy's eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees this. Kennedy stands up and drops his cloak. He grabs the Maid and the servant by the hair. He throws the maid on the ground, who quickly rolls out of the ring. Kennedy than kicks the servant in the stomach and sets him up for the New Jersey Naptime. Kennedy jumps up and connects it to the servant, who now lays out cold on the ring. Kennedy leaps and nails another servant of his with the New Jersey Naptime as well. Kennedy stands up and grabs the pants of one of the servants who was just about to exit the ring. Kennedy pulls him back in and kicks him hard in the gut. He picks the servant up on his shoulder and than swings him over, connecting the Dropout on him through the table where the wine and grapes were on. Kennedy stands back up with a large smile on his face. The crowd erupts in boos as Kennedy grabs the mic from his throne.
Kennedy:
The one thing I cannot stand is incompetance, and they were clearly very incompetent to serve the King. Now, where did I leave off. Oh, yes. Miguel Sanchez I believe. Hell, Ive said all I have to say about this person. I could really care less about him, if he wants to learn his place this Sunday, than Ill be more than happy to put him there along with Conrad and Infra-Red. Onto Infra-Red now. A man who is shorter than 6 feet tall yet weighs over 200 lbs. Ever heard of the Subway Diet or the Slim Fast Diet? You should try it out, soon you will look like a damn sumo wrestler. I won't be suprised if you need a breather after the first thirty seconds of the match. I've got to make it clear to you right now Infra-Red, the people who win, it's the fittest, not the fattest. Not only does your name insult me, but your lard as well. What was Seth thinking in putting me in a match against this disgusting heap of no-good talented wrestlers. I mean, I should be facing off for the World Title, not stuck in a match against three people who most likely sleep with their mommies still at home. I am in this match anyways against you three sorry excuses for wrestlers, so I will not cry and moan about it, I will just prove to you three, and the rest of the WCF that I am indeed not only a King of great wealth, but a King of wrestling as well. Than hopefully, after Im through with you both, Seth will realize my true talent and not stick me in some awful match like this again. You see these three servants of mine laying here on the ring floor? That one on the left, thats you Conrad, the one in the middle, that would be Infra-Red, and the one on the right, you got it, that is what Miguel is going to look like. So you three take this as your first and last warning. If you decide to show up, be prepared to go through hell, because I sure as hell will put you through it.
