Post by mecwarrior on Mar 8, 2009 21:07:48 GMT -5
The arena lights slowly dim as “Remember” by Disturbed comes on to the loud speakers. Flames shoot up from the stage as the music hits its starting point. The crowd erupts nearly blowing the roof off of the arena. Jason Cane slowly makes his way out stopping at the top of the ramp to greet the screaming fans. Flames erupt from the ramp as he makes his way to the ring. He slides in and stands in the middle and throws both fist in the air and lets out a roar as flames shoot out of the ring posts. The music dies down as he grabs the mic from the ring announcer. He walks around the ring, scanning though the cheering crowd. He slowly pulls the mic to his lips and all of a sudden the crowd starts chanting ”JC! JC! JC!” A grin creeps across his face as he pulls the mic up once more.
Jason: “Well it looks like the last time I came out here, some punk decided to interrupt my welcome here in the XWA and I am one pissed off son of a bitch!”
The crowd erupts once again.
Jason: “So it seems that I have my first shot at leaving a long lasting impression and trust me it will stay with you for a long ass time Robby Sylk…It’s funny, I don’t know anything about you but I don’t really give a damn. You have to understand that you are nothing more than an obstacle, a hurdle, something to stand in my way just to get run the hell over!”
The crowd cheers again.
Jason: “So Robby I’m going to give you some words of advice and that is to step your ass up because this is a whole different game and I’m sure you’re going to run your mouth and try to prove how big and bad you might be but let me tell you something after I take your head off, I’m going to make you wish you had died and gone to hell…the pain that I will inflict upon your beaten, battered and bloodied body will make you scream out, begging for the sweet release of death…and when its all said and done and your lifeless body is laying in the middle of the ring, everyone will know what I’m all about! Your time is now Robby and your ass is in for the ride of your life. Time to pack your bags cause I’m sending you STRAIGHT TO HELL!!”
The crowd starts in on another JC chant as he paces back and forth
Jason: "I know you're back there Robby so why don't you bring your ass out here and face me like a man."
Jason: “Well it looks like the last time I came out here, some punk decided to interrupt my welcome here in the XWA and I am one pissed off son of a bitch!”
The crowd erupts once again.
Jason: “So it seems that I have my first shot at leaving a long lasting impression and trust me it will stay with you for a long ass time Robby Sylk…It’s funny, I don’t know anything about you but I don’t really give a damn. You have to understand that you are nothing more than an obstacle, a hurdle, something to stand in my way just to get run the hell over!”
The crowd cheers again.
Jason: “So Robby I’m going to give you some words of advice and that is to step your ass up because this is a whole different game and I’m sure you’re going to run your mouth and try to prove how big and bad you might be but let me tell you something after I take your head off, I’m going to make you wish you had died and gone to hell…the pain that I will inflict upon your beaten, battered and bloodied body will make you scream out, begging for the sweet release of death…and when its all said and done and your lifeless body is laying in the middle of the ring, everyone will know what I’m all about! Your time is now Robby and your ass is in for the ride of your life. Time to pack your bags cause I’m sending you STRAIGHT TO HELL!!”
The crowd starts in on another JC chant as he paces back and forth
Jason: "I know you're back there Robby so why don't you bring your ass out here and face me like a man."
Again, Jason Cane comes out and this time he's got focused words of sorts aimed directly towards the GOLD*. Robby responds, but not by coming back out to the stage, seeing as he was now getting geared up for this upcoming match. The Jumbotron cuts into the backstage area and Sylk's lockeroom where he stands to make a reply.