Post by Seth on Mar 27, 2007 10:13:09 GMT -5
The lights go dark. Frantic by Metallica begins playing, and green light slowly envelopes the stage, and eventually green pyro blasts from the stage and the lights come back on. Rick Mad is on the stage. He walks to the ring calmly, rolls in, and climbs one turnbuckle. Green pyro blasts from the other three. He then climbs down. He then grabs a mic.
Rick Mad: I decided I'd do this the old fashioned way, and-
Rick looks around and notices that there is no one in the arena.
Rick Mad: Damn it! This is how I USED to do promos, I'd just come to the ring whenever I damn well felt like it and there'd always be a crowd. Sigh. Well, this is just another reminder... things ain't like they used to be.
Rick sighs, but seems to relax, knowing there aren't a billion live eyes watching him.
Rick Mad: But still, this is being taped, and one way or another, it is going to get back to Mike Ragnal. Mike, look. I know why I'm against you. It is because me and Logan, we have history, you're fighting him at the PPV, and I'm supposed to be some warmup. Great. That's cool. But see, the problem is this: I'm a little part of this NCW revolution we've got going here, and I don't really plan on being a pushover for you. I'm trying to get back on my feet as a wrestler, not just here, but elsewhere, and I can't afford a loss to a nobody. Can I get an amen!?
Rick looks to the non existent audience for support.
Rick Mad: Thanks, fans. Anyway-
Rick's old friend, Bob the Cameraman (aka Zach Davis) walks out from the back. He has a mic too.
Bob: Rick, I'm bored. I did all the lights and the pyro and everything for your stupid entrance, even though I told you it didn't matter because there is no one in this arena. We need to get out of here. We're trespassing, we could be arrested.
Rick Mad: No dude, I need to tell Mike Ragnal how I'm going to kick his ass and everything.
Bob: The police are going to kick ours if they catch us here. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you got banned from the damn place.
Rick Mad: Fine, fine, I'll hurry it up. Ahem.
Rick looks straight into the camera.
Rick Mad: Mike Ragnal, truth be told, I have nothing against you. Nothing besides the fact that you're just another piece of WCF scum, but regardless. You're stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time... you're up against a superstar on the rise and a faction that is taking over. I know your little thing with Logan must be cool and all, but tonight won't be your night, kid. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two, but that's it. At least you'll be able to go home with that minx Sasha of yours. What a hottie, am I right? Oh, the things I'd do to her-
Bob: Come on, Rick, that's enough.
Rick Mad: No, no, this is important. This is the part where I make lewd comments about his woman.
Bob: Not tonight. Let's go home, Rick.
Rick Mad: SIGH. Fine. Have it your way.
Rick begins exiting the ring, but as Bob turns, he quickly gets back in and yells-
Rick Mad: MIKE RAGNAL YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S A WHORE!
Bob turns, angrily, but now Rick is leaving the ring and heading to the back, laughing to himself.
Rick Mad: I decided I'd do this the old fashioned way, and-
Rick looks around and notices that there is no one in the arena.
Rick Mad: Damn it! This is how I USED to do promos, I'd just come to the ring whenever I damn well felt like it and there'd always be a crowd. Sigh. Well, this is just another reminder... things ain't like they used to be.
Rick sighs, but seems to relax, knowing there aren't a billion live eyes watching him.
Rick Mad: But still, this is being taped, and one way or another, it is going to get back to Mike Ragnal. Mike, look. I know why I'm against you. It is because me and Logan, we have history, you're fighting him at the PPV, and I'm supposed to be some warmup. Great. That's cool. But see, the problem is this: I'm a little part of this NCW revolution we've got going here, and I don't really plan on being a pushover for you. I'm trying to get back on my feet as a wrestler, not just here, but elsewhere, and I can't afford a loss to a nobody. Can I get an amen!?
Rick looks to the non existent audience for support.
Rick Mad: Thanks, fans. Anyway-
Rick's old friend, Bob the Cameraman (aka Zach Davis) walks out from the back. He has a mic too.
Bob: Rick, I'm bored. I did all the lights and the pyro and everything for your stupid entrance, even though I told you it didn't matter because there is no one in this arena. We need to get out of here. We're trespassing, we could be arrested.
Rick Mad: No dude, I need to tell Mike Ragnal how I'm going to kick his ass and everything.
Bob: The police are going to kick ours if they catch us here. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you got banned from the damn place.
Rick Mad: Fine, fine, I'll hurry it up. Ahem.
Rick looks straight into the camera.
Rick Mad: Mike Ragnal, truth be told, I have nothing against you. Nothing besides the fact that you're just another piece of WCF scum, but regardless. You're stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time... you're up against a superstar on the rise and a faction that is taking over. I know your little thing with Logan must be cool and all, but tonight won't be your night, kid. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two, but that's it. At least you'll be able to go home with that minx Sasha of yours. What a hottie, am I right? Oh, the things I'd do to her-
Bob: Come on, Rick, that's enough.
Rick Mad: No, no, this is important. This is the part where I make lewd comments about his woman.
Bob: Not tonight. Let's go home, Rick.
Rick Mad: SIGH. Fine. Have it your way.
Rick begins exiting the ring, but as Bob turns, he quickly gets back in and yells-
Rick Mad: MIKE RAGNAL YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S A WHORE!
Bob turns, angrily, but now Rick is leaving the ring and heading to the back, laughing to himself.
