Post by RickyX on Jul 15, 2013 18:30:56 GMT -5
The scene cuts to a small town’s wrestling promotion. The camera goes to the ring, where a man in red tights is knocked out and bloodied. Standing above him is a man about the same size as him, sporting bright blue cargo pants, black boots, and tatted up arms. He calls for a microphone as he stands over his unconscious opponent.
“Hey, Listen!”, he says to the crowd and begins to smile. “This punk here, he thought he could compete. Thought he won the match, but couldn’t get the one, two three. Now if you don’t know me yet, I’m XTK. I’m the one who puts these assholes in their place. So one more rhyme and I’ll be done….cause I’m tired of rapping, it’s not my style. So sit back so I can make it worth your while.”, he said.
He went over to the unconscious guy and put him on his shoulders. Then, he walked over to the turnbuckle and threw his opponent over it. As he went over, he crashed through a stray table. The man picked up the microphone and spoke out again. “You just got X’ed out, bitch!”, he yelled at his opponent.
As he lifted the microphone to his lips again, “Piss” by Pantera hits on the PA System and his attention is turned to the entrance ramp. A larger man, dressed in a cheap suit and a Jack Daniels baseball cap, stepped out onto the ramp with a microphone in his hands.
“Ricky….Ricky….Ricky….Look at you! Wrestling with guys that are nowhere near your caliber and being forced to rap after matches. What happened to the XTK that I know? What happened to the XTK that became the EAW tag champ, along with Scotty Adams? What happened to your name actually meaning something, Kimmel?”, he asked in his usual smug, arrogant tone.
“When EAW was closed, I had to go out and get a job, TJ! What, you expected me to just go to the best fed around? I had to start at the bottom once again because EAW was shut down. Your life may be easy because you’re TJ Motherfuckin Pain, but mine isn’t. I had to fight tooth and nail to get where I am right now. So, bring it, TJ. If it’s a fight you want, I’ll kick your fucking ass!”, he yelled.
“Ha! Fight you? We both know that I’d win that match, Rick. No, I am here to offer you a contract to come back to EAW. So, now I ask you ………. Are you ready for Anarchy?”, TJ asked him. Ricky thought for a minute then nodded.
“You’re asking me if I am ready to return to the fed that practically made me? You’re asking me if I want to return to the fed where I took tag team gold? You’re asking me if I want to return to the land of Anarchy and Extremists?”, Ricky said, walking towards him. Once in Tj’s face, he replies, ”Hell Yeah!”.
“So it’s on….This week, you will face Sudice Fate in a NO DQ MATCH! Good luck, XTK.”, he says as the scene fades to black.
“Hey, Listen!”, he says to the crowd and begins to smile. “This punk here, he thought he could compete. Thought he won the match, but couldn’t get the one, two three. Now if you don’t know me yet, I’m XTK. I’m the one who puts these assholes in their place. So one more rhyme and I’ll be done….cause I’m tired of rapping, it’s not my style. So sit back so I can make it worth your while.”, he said.
He went over to the unconscious guy and put him on his shoulders. Then, he walked over to the turnbuckle and threw his opponent over it. As he went over, he crashed through a stray table. The man picked up the microphone and spoke out again. “You just got X’ed out, bitch!”, he yelled at his opponent.
As he lifted the microphone to his lips again, “Piss” by Pantera hits on the PA System and his attention is turned to the entrance ramp. A larger man, dressed in a cheap suit and a Jack Daniels baseball cap, stepped out onto the ramp with a microphone in his hands.
“Ricky….Ricky….Ricky….Look at you! Wrestling with guys that are nowhere near your caliber and being forced to rap after matches. What happened to the XTK that I know? What happened to the XTK that became the EAW tag champ, along with Scotty Adams? What happened to your name actually meaning something, Kimmel?”, he asked in his usual smug, arrogant tone.
“When EAW was closed, I had to go out and get a job, TJ! What, you expected me to just go to the best fed around? I had to start at the bottom once again because EAW was shut down. Your life may be easy because you’re TJ Motherfuckin Pain, but mine isn’t. I had to fight tooth and nail to get where I am right now. So, bring it, TJ. If it’s a fight you want, I’ll kick your fucking ass!”, he yelled.
“Ha! Fight you? We both know that I’d win that match, Rick. No, I am here to offer you a contract to come back to EAW. So, now I ask you ………. Are you ready for Anarchy?”, TJ asked him. Ricky thought for a minute then nodded.
“You’re asking me if I am ready to return to the fed that practically made me? You’re asking me if I want to return to the fed where I took tag team gold? You’re asking me if I want to return to the land of Anarchy and Extremists?”, Ricky said, walking towards him. Once in Tj’s face, he replies, ”Hell Yeah!”.
“So it’s on….This week, you will face Sudice Fate in a NO DQ MATCH! Good luck, XTK.”, he says as the scene fades to black.
