The-Joker
September 28th, 2006, 08:50 PM
The sounds of battle fill the air as "Warrior" by Helloween begins to play. The crowd has a mixed reaction when a figure emerges and steps onto the stage in the form of Roderick Brookes. He laughs and holds his arms up and lets his neck go limp, defiantly mocking the crucifixtion before he drops his arms and lights up a cigarette, a grin on his face. He begins cockily walking down to the ring, a bottle of Christopher Daniels brand whiskey in his hand as he drinks from the side of his mouth, refusing to remove his cigarette. He finishes his whiskey on the ring apron and uncaringly tosses it into the audience, almost hitting a lucky fan. The fan begins shouting at Roderick who is more than happy to get right in the fan's face, shouting at him without removing the cigarette from his mouth. THe fan shouts right back, and Roderick snatches the bottle of Sam Jackson beer from him, promptly drinking the remnants and spitting them into the fans face, laughing. Before the fan can retaliate, Brookes smashes the bottle over his head, knocking him out. He looks at the man's obviously pregnant wife and points at her, laughing.
Roderick Brookes: It's true! You really do end up f*ckin' fat girls in no time! American Beer tastes like ****e though.
The wife looks outraged but attends to her husband rather than say anything to Brookes, who slides into the ring and grabs a mic
Roderick: Listen up you ****in' wankers. Your livin' god is speakin' to ya now.
Loud boos render Brookes hardly audible
Roderick: Bah, shut the f*ck up ya bunch of whinin' sissies. I showed every one of ya what I'm capable of last week when I made that slut Jack Black or whatever the hell his name is tap out and beat him so bad that he turned tail and ran out of this company. I beat him so bad that his f*ckin' resignation letter had bloodstains on it. And tonight, I'm gonna do the same to this f*ckin good for nothin' f*ggot Tyler Hart.
Mixed reactions, mostly boos
Roderick: I'm going to dominate this company, head to toe. I can break every bone in every wrestler's body, tear every ligament, shatter every vertebrae, and kill the very fightin' spirit in every ****in' one of ya. You can't stop it. You can't supress it. You can't beat me, you can't join me. All you can do is get destroyed by me.
The Crowd boos even louder than ever
Roderick: I'm as ****in' legit as they come. I've fought and trained in every goddamn corner of this planet. England, Japan, America, Mexico, Hardcore, Pure, Strong Style, Anglo, Wrestling, Lucha Libre, I've seen every damn thing this industry has to offer. I've gone to every company, I've dominated every company, and I've made everyone who matters tap or just knocked them the f*ck out.
More boos. Typical predictable crowd. It's as if they're being motivated by some uncreative force who doesn't know what to put in between the dialogue. Brookes takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing.
Roderick: I've said it before, and I'll f*ckin' say it again and again and again. I will be the death of this company. Noone can beat me. Noone can stop me. Noone can cure the disease. There is No Cure For Cancer, my friends, and Tyler Hart, tonight you're gonna find out just how true that is.
Roderick Brookes: It's true! You really do end up f*ckin' fat girls in no time! American Beer tastes like ****e though.
The wife looks outraged but attends to her husband rather than say anything to Brookes, who slides into the ring and grabs a mic
Roderick: Listen up you ****in' wankers. Your livin' god is speakin' to ya now.
Loud boos render Brookes hardly audible
Roderick: Bah, shut the f*ck up ya bunch of whinin' sissies. I showed every one of ya what I'm capable of last week when I made that slut Jack Black or whatever the hell his name is tap out and beat him so bad that he turned tail and ran out of this company. I beat him so bad that his f*ckin' resignation letter had bloodstains on it. And tonight, I'm gonna do the same to this f*ckin good for nothin' f*ggot Tyler Hart.
Mixed reactions, mostly boos
Roderick: I'm going to dominate this company, head to toe. I can break every bone in every wrestler's body, tear every ligament, shatter every vertebrae, and kill the very fightin' spirit in every ****in' one of ya. You can't stop it. You can't supress it. You can't beat me, you can't join me. All you can do is get destroyed by me.
The Crowd boos even louder than ever
Roderick: I'm as ****in' legit as they come. I've fought and trained in every goddamn corner of this planet. England, Japan, America, Mexico, Hardcore, Pure, Strong Style, Anglo, Wrestling, Lucha Libre, I've seen every damn thing this industry has to offer. I've gone to every company, I've dominated every company, and I've made everyone who matters tap or just knocked them the f*ck out.
More boos. Typical predictable crowd. It's as if they're being motivated by some uncreative force who doesn't know what to put in between the dialogue. Brookes takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing.
Roderick: I've said it before, and I'll f*ckin' say it again and again and again. I will be the death of this company. Noone can beat me. Noone can stop me. Noone can cure the disease. There is No Cure For Cancer, my friends, and Tyler Hart, tonight you're gonna find out just how true that is.