Post by Kenisha Williams on Jun 16, 2008 19:05:30 GMT -4
The scene opened up in Jay Crack's locker room. Jay was standing in front of the camera. A smirk on his face as he looked into the lens. Already dressed in the black, white, and blue. His soldiers could be seen doing their own thing in the back, but they weren't important at the moment. This very moment, you're to be focused on Jay. Nodding his head as he let a slight laugh escaped him. Looking back at the camera, he began to speak...
"Red, White, & Bruised.... A little too Americanized for Toronto, don't you think? Oh well. That's the higher ups decision to choose that name. Not mine. That is neither here nor there. You see... Tonight? Tonight, there's a little tournament that's been going around. Saying that there is supposed to be having some kind of tournament to establish the next person to have their name thrown into the hat for the end of the year main event. And what would a tournament be without APW's Messiah there to make sure that people don't mess it up? What would the tournament be if I wasn't there to give you people what you need? Probably about as dull and boring as a speech done by Krametor. Wonder where that nigga ran off to? Anyways, Mr. Patriotic? I ain't from Canada and I'm not too fond of my own country, but hell, I'll take the name and the spot. Why? Just because. I can't possibly let this tournament go by and have the card filled up with a bunch of lames putting on less than entertaining matches on for the fans. Hell no. You might as well sign me up and end the tournament right now. You're already looking at the winner right here."
He paused for a moment as he held his arms out at his sides. Obviously, saying that he was going to be the one at the top of the tournament when it was all said and done. Lowering his arms, he folded them across his chest and continued on with the promo...
"Hahaha... But, of course, that wouldn't be fair. I'm a kind and generous Messiah. I'll let you people have your chance to try and defeat me. But, I'm just warning you, in the end, it's not even going to matter. You're all going to end up laid out in the middle of the ring after the referee counts to three. Raising my arm up into the air and declaring the 2008 Mr. Patriotic being none other than the Messiah himself... Jay Crack. It's that simple. I'll see you guys in the ring. Please, do not disappoint me. After tonight, you're all going to see nothing but Black, White, and Blue."
When he was done, he simply gave the camera a wink and walked off into his locker room. Letting the screen fade to black on those who were watching. He threw his name into the Mr. Patriotic race. Now, it was time to wait for who his first opponent was going to be.
"Red, White, & Bruised.... A little too Americanized for Toronto, don't you think? Oh well. That's the higher ups decision to choose that name. Not mine. That is neither here nor there. You see... Tonight? Tonight, there's a little tournament that's been going around. Saying that there is supposed to be having some kind of tournament to establish the next person to have their name thrown into the hat for the end of the year main event. And what would a tournament be without APW's Messiah there to make sure that people don't mess it up? What would the tournament be if I wasn't there to give you people what you need? Probably about as dull and boring as a speech done by Krametor. Wonder where that nigga ran off to? Anyways, Mr. Patriotic? I ain't from Canada and I'm not too fond of my own country, but hell, I'll take the name and the spot. Why? Just because. I can't possibly let this tournament go by and have the card filled up with a bunch of lames putting on less than entertaining matches on for the fans. Hell no. You might as well sign me up and end the tournament right now. You're already looking at the winner right here."
He paused for a moment as he held his arms out at his sides. Obviously, saying that he was going to be the one at the top of the tournament when it was all said and done. Lowering his arms, he folded them across his chest and continued on with the promo...
"Hahaha... But, of course, that wouldn't be fair. I'm a kind and generous Messiah. I'll let you people have your chance to try and defeat me. But, I'm just warning you, in the end, it's not even going to matter. You're all going to end up laid out in the middle of the ring after the referee counts to three. Raising my arm up into the air and declaring the 2008 Mr. Patriotic being none other than the Messiah himself... Jay Crack. It's that simple. I'll see you guys in the ring. Please, do not disappoint me. After tonight, you're all going to see nothing but Black, White, and Blue."
When he was done, he simply gave the camera a wink and walked off into his locker room. Letting the screen fade to black on those who were watching. He threw his name into the Mr. Patriotic race. Now, it was time to wait for who his first opponent was going to be.
