Mike!
October 21st, 2006, 04:19 PM
Crazy disco lights and strobes flash across the stadium bathing the audience a flash of colors and causing some poor fool to fall the floor in a series of violent seizures. Ah, well, screw him, little punk can't handle a little flourish? He deserves it. Anyways, lights, yeah. The lights trace over the audience and then Down (Lord Of Acid Power Remix) blasts into the airwaves and the fans go absolutely nucking futs! Tristan Novak is here! Tristan runs out from behind the curtains and hits that damn smug trademark pose. Think Randy Orton, kiddies. His beautiful manger Kayleigh McKenzie slowly slinks out behind him in one damn fine number. Tristan grins he hops the blockade and makes his way through the audience, slapping hands, giving high-fives and yes, even kissing babies. He hops back over the blockade and makes his way into the ring after being given his mic.
Tristan Novak:
I'm bbbaaacccckkkk!!
Crowd pops. Not everyone may like the guy, but there all least happy to see him back.
Tristan Novak:
It's been a long time since I've been up in front of crowd. I've almost forgotten how to do this. Well, let's just start with the basics. Why did I take so much time away from the ring? Old injuries acted up, the docs didn't want me to wrestle. Something about spinal damage and other quack talk. Usually, I just tell them to shut it and give some money to sign a release form. But, this time... it just didn't work. So, I took some time off, did all their therapy and bogus bullsh*t. It did do some good, there... were.. some "other" problems. But, my sh*t is all straightened out and I'm more then ready to get back into this squared circle and do something other then talk.
Win.
It's just that simple. I'm a winner. Always been, always will be. I'm a two time, TWO TIME HCW Tag Team cha-
The crowd boos loudly at the mention of HCW.
Tristan Novak:
Hey, hey! C'mon now! HCW may suck now, but they had their heyday and I was one of the men that got them there! Did you notice that HCW went downhill right after I left? Yeah! Damn right it did! They lost their top talent when I booked. And, I took a look at them and decided that there wasn't a dog in hell's chance that I was going back there. A bunch of old, loyal veterans and some new faces is all they have. But, all the true talent is here or in GWE. Tell the truth, I couldn't decide were to go, so I just.. well.. flipped a coin. And, hey, aren't you all lucky? Your side won!
Two out of three.. god damned trick quarter...
The crowd boos at this, perhaps finally remembering what he was really like.
Tristan Novak:
Ah, c'mon! Don't be like that! That's no way to treat your next World Champion or whatever the hell you call the big title in this sh*thole!
More boos.
Tristan Novak:
And, I had such high hopes! Tch. F*ck all you! I'm f*cking Tristan Novak! I've got more charmisa, talent and savoir-faire in my left nut then all of you hot dog eating, beer guzzling hicks have combined. Just wait till my match against... uh.. against... ah.. Kaylee? Who the hell am I fighting again?
Kayleigh McKenzie:
Eric Smith and Crimson Hawk.
Tristan Novak:
*laughs* Who?
Kayleigh McKenzie:
Eric Smith and Crimson Hawk.
Tristan Novak:
Aw, ain't that sweet? They lined up curtain jerkers for my main event return. They didn't want me to strain myself on my return match, so they just grabbed at the bottom of the barrel. No matter, we all gotta start somewhere! I can start at the bottom and work my way up to the real talent. Strap yourselves in bitches, I'm taking you all for a ride!
Tristan tosses his mic away and hits his trademark pose as his music hits to the boos of the audience, the booing almost louder then his music. He continues up the rampway with a smug grin never leaving his face.
Tristan Novak:
I'm bbbaaacccckkkk!!
Crowd pops. Not everyone may like the guy, but there all least happy to see him back.
Tristan Novak:
It's been a long time since I've been up in front of crowd. I've almost forgotten how to do this. Well, let's just start with the basics. Why did I take so much time away from the ring? Old injuries acted up, the docs didn't want me to wrestle. Something about spinal damage and other quack talk. Usually, I just tell them to shut it and give some money to sign a release form. But, this time... it just didn't work. So, I took some time off, did all their therapy and bogus bullsh*t. It did do some good, there... were.. some "other" problems. But, my sh*t is all straightened out and I'm more then ready to get back into this squared circle and do something other then talk.
Win.
It's just that simple. I'm a winner. Always been, always will be. I'm a two time, TWO TIME HCW Tag Team cha-
The crowd boos loudly at the mention of HCW.
Tristan Novak:
Hey, hey! C'mon now! HCW may suck now, but they had their heyday and I was one of the men that got them there! Did you notice that HCW went downhill right after I left? Yeah! Damn right it did! They lost their top talent when I booked. And, I took a look at them and decided that there wasn't a dog in hell's chance that I was going back there. A bunch of old, loyal veterans and some new faces is all they have. But, all the true talent is here or in GWE. Tell the truth, I couldn't decide were to go, so I just.. well.. flipped a coin. And, hey, aren't you all lucky? Your side won!
Two out of three.. god damned trick quarter...
The crowd boos at this, perhaps finally remembering what he was really like.
Tristan Novak:
Ah, c'mon! Don't be like that! That's no way to treat your next World Champion or whatever the hell you call the big title in this sh*thole!
More boos.
Tristan Novak:
And, I had such high hopes! Tch. F*ck all you! I'm f*cking Tristan Novak! I've got more charmisa, talent and savoir-faire in my left nut then all of you hot dog eating, beer guzzling hicks have combined. Just wait till my match against... uh.. against... ah.. Kaylee? Who the hell am I fighting again?
Kayleigh McKenzie:
Eric Smith and Crimson Hawk.
Tristan Novak:
*laughs* Who?
Kayleigh McKenzie:
Eric Smith and Crimson Hawk.
Tristan Novak:
Aw, ain't that sweet? They lined up curtain jerkers for my main event return. They didn't want me to strain myself on my return match, so they just grabbed at the bottom of the barrel. No matter, we all gotta start somewhere! I can start at the bottom and work my way up to the real talent. Strap yourselves in bitches, I'm taking you all for a ride!
Tristan tosses his mic away and hits his trademark pose as his music hits to the boos of the audience, the booing almost louder then his music. He continues up the rampway with a smug grin never leaving his face.