The-Joker
October 1st, 2006, 06:29 PM
The familiar sound of gunfire and explosives fill the not-so-large National Guard ARmory as the whole crowd erupts at the sound of Roderick Brookes' entrance theme. Half of them cheer for the amazing match he put on against Tyler Hart, the other half boo him for being a total douchebag. That aside, Brookes appears on the stage, sitting in a wheelchair, sporting a neckbrace and a cast on his arm. He also has an oxygen tank hooked up to his nose. He looks pretty unhappy as he rolls the electric wheelchair down the entranceway, and sees, much to his disdain that the ring is not wheelchair accessable. He calls over several of the security guards and demands they make a ramp for him. The quick thinking and noble security guards set a table up as a ramp leading up to the ring. Brookes tries to speed up the makeshift ramp while they set it up and crushes one of the poor guys' fingers, before rolling backwards realizing the ropes were still blocking his access to the ring. The guard rushes to get medical attention as the other guards get out of the way. Brookes tries to roll up the makeshift ramp again and it breaks, sending him crashing to the floor, his wheelchair tipping over. He looks to be in great pain as the guards help him get upright again. He calls for a mic and begins to speak, growing teary eyed. The fans begin to warm up to him, in the meantime.
Roderick Brookes: This could very well be the hardest day of my life. All the years I've spent wrestlin' around the world, trainin' and now this...
The boos dissipate as the crowd cheers out of respect for the fallen warrior
Roderick: You see... I was rushed to the hospital after my match with Tyler Hart last week. I ruptured a disc in my neck that fragmented into my spinal column. The doctor said I may never walk again. So I'm here to announce, that I am going to re...
Brookes gets choked up and finds himself unable to finish his sentence. The crowd grows stronger. Chants of "RO-DER-RICK" begin to become very audible. Brookes starts to cry as the fans reaction increases. Increasingly choked up, he begins to find the words he had so much trouble saying.
Roderick: I'm re--re....REALLY GONNA F*CKIN' KICK DRAKE VINALDI'S ASS TONIGHT!
With that, Brookes stands on his wheel chair and swiftly discards his arm cast and neckbrace, taunting the fans by leaping off of it and laughing in the face of a crying 10 year old at ringside. He then rapes a kitten and eats a baby (I'm kidding people, calm down.) He jumps onto the ring apron and then over the ropes into the ring, still holding the mic as the fans remain silent, shocked and appalled at his actions. He lifts the mic and speaks again, as the fans boo in outrage, throwing objects into the ring, hitting Brookes with drinks and garbage. One fan throws a full diaper into the ring, which luckily misses Brookes. He kicks it out of the ring and it hits a fan in the face. He cracks up at the sight.
Roderick: You wankers shoulda seen the look on your faces. Of course I'm alright, Tyler Hart barely f*ckin' scratched me. The only reason it LOOKED like he won was because he used an illegal and dishonourable move to choke me in the ropes. I don't care if I had no ropebreaks left, if it was just his sissy f*ckin Boston Crab I'd have been out of it in a second. That's why I'm here, and he's in the f*ckin hospital with a dislocated jaw eating applesauce through a straw. I won that f*ckin' match so my record in PWW is still spotless. If the gob****e has a problem with that, then he knows where the feck to find me once he gets out of the goddam emergency room.
The fans grow louder and chairs begin to get thrown into the ring. Roderick just avoids them and laughs, defiantly lighting up a cigarette.
Roderick: Good luck findin' a place to sit when you gotta sleep through another Seth Frost match, the boring bastard... Anyway, Tonight, I'm facin' down that f*ckin stupid wop dago Drake Vinaldi. I gotta admit, this is the first opponent I've ever been nervous about facin'
The crowd, still in shock about the previous incident, boos loudly. Some of them cheer at the concept of Brookes being fearful, and at the mention of Vinaldi
Roderick: Wind your f*ckin' neck in, I don't mean I'm scared of HIM. I'm just scared after I break his damn back that he's gonna give Cousin Mario McGreaseball a call and have me whacked.
The crowd boos the blatant racism. Brookes just laughs
Roderick: Sh*t, what's to be scared of? A f*ckin' midget guinea c*cksucker stompin' around the ring. I'm shakin' in my f*ckin' boots. Vinaldi, you don't know who you're dealing with. You can call in all the "mobsters" you want for help, call Guido, call Vinnie, call whoever the hell you want, because by the time I'm done with you, you're gonna need a mob doctor to fix everything I break, and if you're not careful you'll end up in a morgue instead. You see Mr. Vinaldi, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your test results are in. Just like PWW, you're f*ckin' terminal, and there IS. NO. CURE.
With that Brookes drops the mic and slides out of the ring. Laughing he sits back on the electric wheelchair and rides it backstage, flipping off the fans as he goes.
Roderick Brookes: This could very well be the hardest day of my life. All the years I've spent wrestlin' around the world, trainin' and now this...
The boos dissipate as the crowd cheers out of respect for the fallen warrior
Roderick: You see... I was rushed to the hospital after my match with Tyler Hart last week. I ruptured a disc in my neck that fragmented into my spinal column. The doctor said I may never walk again. So I'm here to announce, that I am going to re...
Brookes gets choked up and finds himself unable to finish his sentence. The crowd grows stronger. Chants of "RO-DER-RICK" begin to become very audible. Brookes starts to cry as the fans reaction increases. Increasingly choked up, he begins to find the words he had so much trouble saying.
Roderick: I'm re--re....REALLY GONNA F*CKIN' KICK DRAKE VINALDI'S ASS TONIGHT!
With that, Brookes stands on his wheel chair and swiftly discards his arm cast and neckbrace, taunting the fans by leaping off of it and laughing in the face of a crying 10 year old at ringside. He then rapes a kitten and eats a baby (I'm kidding people, calm down.) He jumps onto the ring apron and then over the ropes into the ring, still holding the mic as the fans remain silent, shocked and appalled at his actions. He lifts the mic and speaks again, as the fans boo in outrage, throwing objects into the ring, hitting Brookes with drinks and garbage. One fan throws a full diaper into the ring, which luckily misses Brookes. He kicks it out of the ring and it hits a fan in the face. He cracks up at the sight.
Roderick: You wankers shoulda seen the look on your faces. Of course I'm alright, Tyler Hart barely f*ckin' scratched me. The only reason it LOOKED like he won was because he used an illegal and dishonourable move to choke me in the ropes. I don't care if I had no ropebreaks left, if it was just his sissy f*ckin Boston Crab I'd have been out of it in a second. That's why I'm here, and he's in the f*ckin hospital with a dislocated jaw eating applesauce through a straw. I won that f*ckin' match so my record in PWW is still spotless. If the gob****e has a problem with that, then he knows where the feck to find me once he gets out of the goddam emergency room.
The fans grow louder and chairs begin to get thrown into the ring. Roderick just avoids them and laughs, defiantly lighting up a cigarette.
Roderick: Good luck findin' a place to sit when you gotta sleep through another Seth Frost match, the boring bastard... Anyway, Tonight, I'm facin' down that f*ckin stupid wop dago Drake Vinaldi. I gotta admit, this is the first opponent I've ever been nervous about facin'
The crowd, still in shock about the previous incident, boos loudly. Some of them cheer at the concept of Brookes being fearful, and at the mention of Vinaldi
Roderick: Wind your f*ckin' neck in, I don't mean I'm scared of HIM. I'm just scared after I break his damn back that he's gonna give Cousin Mario McGreaseball a call and have me whacked.
The crowd boos the blatant racism. Brookes just laughs
Roderick: Sh*t, what's to be scared of? A f*ckin' midget guinea c*cksucker stompin' around the ring. I'm shakin' in my f*ckin' boots. Vinaldi, you don't know who you're dealing with. You can call in all the "mobsters" you want for help, call Guido, call Vinnie, call whoever the hell you want, because by the time I'm done with you, you're gonna need a mob doctor to fix everything I break, and if you're not careful you'll end up in a morgue instead. You see Mr. Vinaldi, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your test results are in. Just like PWW, you're f*ckin' terminal, and there IS. NO. CURE.
With that Brookes drops the mic and slides out of the ring. Laughing he sits back on the electric wheelchair and rides it backstage, flipping off the fans as he goes.