Post by nmandj on Feb 28, 2008 15:05:02 GMT -5
The 08 season of XWA would surely have a very "curious" element added to the fray, especially in tonight's TakeDown! premiere. An unfamiliar drum intro hits the sound system, confusing many of the XWA fans. Could it be a new wrestler? A new tag team? A current wrestler/team using a new theme? Those that thought the latter were absolutely right, as the "Original ****ed Up Tag Team" known as Chaos Theory walked out onto the stage, showing that they are the owners of their new entrance theme, "Accelerate or Die" by Fear My Thoughts. Their presence had almost caused riots, as the fans were so glad to see one of the more popular teams making a triumphant return. The duo made their way down the ramp, giving out their acknowledgements to the loving crowd. As soon as they reached the ring apron, Jarrak and McKoontz both slid into the ring, getting onto their feet as quickly as they could. As Jarrak continued to soak up the crowd's love for the pair, McKoontz quickly scarped over to one side of the ring to receive a pair of mics. After doing so, he hands one over to his taller comrade. As Accelerate or Die faded out, the cheers were evidently louder than expected. Both men nodded in pleasure: their welcome was obviously highly welcomed. As the chanting died down, McKoontz raised the microphone to his mouth.
"Hellooooooooooooooooooo New Jersey!"
A cheap cheer from the audience.
"Heh, no matter where we go, we'll always be loved!"
"Unless I decide to Chokeslam you again!"
Despite it being a nasty reminder of the past, both men chuckled from Jarrak's comment.
"Yeah, if only! But seriously, we found out a few days ago that we'll be taking part in a Tag Team tournament for the vacant Tag Team Titles! How smegging awesome is that?"
"Very. However, we'll be up against a team we've never faced before: Viewer's Discrection."
"It's a shame we never got to go against The Strike Force. We've always wanted to face them."
"And it's a shame that we never got to face The Bruzas in a revenge match."
"Still, a match is a match!"
"Yeah, and we always aim to please the fans!"
Another cheap pop.
"Hey Jar, the name 'Viewer's Discretion'. Don't you think they fall under false advertising?"
Confused, Jarrak faces his partner.
"Whaddya mean?"
"Think about it. We've come up with antics that have made US worthy of the name! Like... THIS!"
On immediately finishing the word, McKoontz bends over and pulls his tights down slightly, revealing his bare arse. Many of the fans cheer in laughter, as the FCC would surely be unhappy with that. Jarrak snorts before speaking again.
"Tch. PLEASE. That's nothing from what I've done."
Lowering the mic, Jarrak prepares to lower his tights, only he would lower the frontal end. Realising he would do this, McKoontz, without taking the time to pull his tights back up, dashes over to Jarrak and takes a firm grip on the tights, keeping them held up. Using the other hand holding the microphone, McKoontz raises it to mouth level once again.
"NO. Try it again and I WILL make you infertile. I mean it."
A swift punch or kick from McKoontz to any guy's balls would certainly be a cheaper alternative to a vasectomy any day, albeit more painful. Gulping hard, Jarrak lets go of his tights. In turn, McKoontz also lets go, allowing him to pull his tights back up and cover his arse again.
"Anywho, I think we got the point across."
"Agreed. So, Viewer's Discretion. Why don't you guys come on down and explain to us why you're worthy of that name?"
As McKoontz lowered the mic, both men were facing the stage, waiting for their opponents to arrive.
"Hellooooooooooooooooooo New Jersey!"
A cheap cheer from the audience.
"Heh, no matter where we go, we'll always be loved!"
"Unless I decide to Chokeslam you again!"
Despite it being a nasty reminder of the past, both men chuckled from Jarrak's comment.
"Yeah, if only! But seriously, we found out a few days ago that we'll be taking part in a Tag Team tournament for the vacant Tag Team Titles! How smegging awesome is that?"
"Very. However, we'll be up against a team we've never faced before: Viewer's Discrection."
"It's a shame we never got to go against The Strike Force. We've always wanted to face them."
"And it's a shame that we never got to face The Bruzas in a revenge match."
"Still, a match is a match!"
"Yeah, and we always aim to please the fans!"
Another cheap pop.
"Hey Jar, the name 'Viewer's Discretion'. Don't you think they fall under false advertising?"
Confused, Jarrak faces his partner.
"Whaddya mean?"
"Think about it. We've come up with antics that have made US worthy of the name! Like... THIS!"
On immediately finishing the word, McKoontz bends over and pulls his tights down slightly, revealing his bare arse. Many of the fans cheer in laughter, as the FCC would surely be unhappy with that. Jarrak snorts before speaking again.
"Tch. PLEASE. That's nothing from what I've done."
Lowering the mic, Jarrak prepares to lower his tights, only he would lower the frontal end. Realising he would do this, McKoontz, without taking the time to pull his tights back up, dashes over to Jarrak and takes a firm grip on the tights, keeping them held up. Using the other hand holding the microphone, McKoontz raises it to mouth level once again.
"NO. Try it again and I WILL make you infertile. I mean it."
A swift punch or kick from McKoontz to any guy's balls would certainly be a cheaper alternative to a vasectomy any day, albeit more painful. Gulping hard, Jarrak lets go of his tights. In turn, McKoontz also lets go, allowing him to pull his tights back up and cover his arse again.
"Anywho, I think we got the point across."
"Agreed. So, Viewer's Discretion. Why don't you guys come on down and explain to us why you're worthy of that name?"
As McKoontz lowered the mic, both men were facing the stage, waiting for their opponents to arrive.
So he looks down the aisle and into the ring to his opponents for the night and starts out by slightly laughing to himself over the mic.