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Post by adam on Mar 13, 2007 0:49:33 GMT -5
Adam Devlin makes his way to the ring during the show, with a look of his usual determination in his eyes. He rolls into the ring nad with mic in hand, begins his address.
Ladies and gents, a few days ago, I got an email from a very surprising source. The GM of XWA, Rodolphe Gallas. In this email, he told me things I had NO IDEA was going on. These things were about a man named Sabastien Ignace Gallas, his son. Now, what do I have to do with this, you ask? Simple. It appears that "junior" wants his piece of the pie, which he thinks is ALL of it. And the boss decided to come to yours truly to help him deal with his undermining brat of a son. Now...If I were a bettin' man, I'd say that he's somewhere in this very building. So here's the deal. I'm the "hands on" type, so if you are as good a fighter as they SAY you are, how about you come on down to the ring tonight, and I get "hands on" in kicking your ASS!
Adam lowers his mic awaiting a response.
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Post by sab on Mar 13, 2007 0:58:43 GMT -5
The image of Sabastien appears on the Jumbotron. Shaking his head with a sly smirk, he answers.
Adam Devlin, is it not? Indeed you ARE 'ze "man with no fear", to actually have the gual to stand in 'zat ring and speak my name, PEASANT. I'd have 'zought my father would choose his allies wiser, but alas, in his old age he must have fool-hardy judgement. Monsieur Devlin, I'm afraid you are not even CLOSE to being in my leauge. I have foughten and defeated world champions, grand masters, and modern day gladiators. You are hardly a blip on my radar. No no, if it is a fight you are looking for 'zis night, it will not be with me. You must EARN such an honor.
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Post by adam on Mar 13, 2007 1:06:16 GMT -5
Adam's response was immediate.
Peasant? Geez, your pops was right, you are an asshole. Do you really think I give a damn who you've beaten? You could have beaten Muhammad Ali for all I care. I'm callin' your french ass out to fight me, TONIGHT...in this ring...one on one. Now are you gonna sit in your little luxury box and talk crap?, Or are you gonna show you've GOT A PAIR and take me on tonight...
Adam again awaits Sabastien's response.
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Post by sab on Mar 13, 2007 1:10:22 GMT -5
Sabastien seems almost impressed by Devlin's boldness, thinking to himself perhaps his Father made a wise choice afterall. But he of course had other plans for the evening...
As I said before, you must EARN 'ze right to face me, Monsieur Devlin. But I will tell you what, If you can defeat my hand picked principal tonight, I will grant you your match against me next week. Does that satisfy your fragile american ego?
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Post by adam on Mar 13, 2007 1:11:38 GMT -5
Adam responds.
I've got 3 words for you...BRING IT ON!!!
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Post by sab on Mar 13, 2007 1:17:11 GMT -5
With an evil smile, Sabastien makes his decisison...
Very well. Your opponent for tonight will be...
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Post by draco on Mar 13, 2007 1:23:52 GMT -5
The arena lights dim to an eerie shade of blue. A bolt of lighting hits the stage, and from the smoke, a lone figure stands atop it. Dressed in black...stands [glow=white,2,300]Dráco Thánátôs.[/glow]He raises his right arm high into the air, and brings it down with force. 4 bolts strike the 4 metal posts of the ring with a thunderous pop, and the ring itself falls as if a car had been dropped into it...
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Post by adam on Mar 13, 2007 1:32:20 GMT -5
Have fell to his knees from the freakish feat by Thanatos, Devlin rises back to his feet. With a scowl on his face, his eyes never leave sight of the black clad mystery man. BuZZ: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!! Did I just see that??? He just...well...IMPLODED THE RING WITH 4 THUNDERBOLTS!!!Roach: I don't know who either of these guys are, but I think Adam might be in for the fight of his damn life. Unbe-freakin'-lievable!The scene fades out to the next segment. ~end~ |
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Did I just see that??? He just...well...IMPLODED THE RING WITH 4 THUNDERBOLTS!!!