Ryan!
October 18th, 2006, 07:18 PM
**Cameras cut backstage, where the Calgary Malestrom himself is seen standing. He's tossing knees up, feint punching the air, and just getting pissed off in general. Yeah, gfg. He pauses for a moment, staring directly into the camera. Yeah, he doesn't look happy.
Berlot:
I supose everyone is in shock. The big surprise. Alex Berlot arrives. The single most decorated athlete in terms of ability has finally made his way to this place. This aptly named foundation built on athleticism and ability. Pro Wrestling Warriors. Because that's what it's all about, really.
It's not about how big your muscles are. It's not about whether or not you can sell t-shirts. It's about if you can go or not.
Well the fact is, I can go. I've proven it time and time again that my technique is unparalleled. I've proven that when it comes down to it, there is no one better than me.
Tonight, I make my PWW in ring debut. And the first victim? Some pathetic little f*cker named Brett Stokes. Brett, let me give you some advice. When you step into that ring, your best bet would be to just run around like a chicken with his head cut off, trying to avoid any contact whatsoever with me. Because once I get a hold of you, the pain begins.
To say I'm a submissions expert would be like saying your mother slept with a few guys in her life. Let's face it, I am a God amongst men when it comes to getting on the mat.
So my prediction for tonight? You're gonna tap. Seriously. You're gonna tap out like a bitch.
Once the Mapleleaf is locked in, you're quickly going to realize just what torture is.
So get ready. Get ready to go one on one against the Canadian Hurricane. The Calgary Maelstrom. The greatest wrestler to ever f*cking live.
And after I've done you in and ended your career in a record thirty seconds, each and every one of those ignorant f*ckers will all be chanting the same thing. Berlot...is...GOD!
**With that, Berlot walks off, continuing to stretch out. Cameras then cut to the ring.
OOC: On the short side. I'm kinda pushed for ideas. I promise it'll get better. Anyways, yeah, no IC replies, comments welcome.
Berlot:
I supose everyone is in shock. The big surprise. Alex Berlot arrives. The single most decorated athlete in terms of ability has finally made his way to this place. This aptly named foundation built on athleticism and ability. Pro Wrestling Warriors. Because that's what it's all about, really.
It's not about how big your muscles are. It's not about whether or not you can sell t-shirts. It's about if you can go or not.
Well the fact is, I can go. I've proven it time and time again that my technique is unparalleled. I've proven that when it comes down to it, there is no one better than me.
Tonight, I make my PWW in ring debut. And the first victim? Some pathetic little f*cker named Brett Stokes. Brett, let me give you some advice. When you step into that ring, your best bet would be to just run around like a chicken with his head cut off, trying to avoid any contact whatsoever with me. Because once I get a hold of you, the pain begins.
To say I'm a submissions expert would be like saying your mother slept with a few guys in her life. Let's face it, I am a God amongst men when it comes to getting on the mat.
So my prediction for tonight? You're gonna tap. Seriously. You're gonna tap out like a bitch.
Once the Mapleleaf is locked in, you're quickly going to realize just what torture is.
So get ready. Get ready to go one on one against the Canadian Hurricane. The Calgary Maelstrom. The greatest wrestler to ever f*cking live.
And after I've done you in and ended your career in a record thirty seconds, each and every one of those ignorant f*ckers will all be chanting the same thing. Berlot...is...GOD!
**With that, Berlot walks off, continuing to stretch out. Cameras then cut to the ring.
OOC: On the short side. I'm kinda pushed for ideas. I promise it'll get better. Anyways, yeah, no IC replies, comments welcome.