Post by terra on Feb 3, 2007 22:31:54 GMT -4
*During an APW house show*
Two up and coming wrestlers are wrestling a dark match for the crowd. Midway through this match...
HOW LONG!? NOT LONG!!! BECAUSE WHAT YOU REAP...IS WHAT YOU SOW!!!
The sound of Tyson Terra's theme blasts through the arena, stopping the grapplers in they're tracks. The arenas light dim slightly but still flash as Terra, dressed in another black suit, black shirt combo steps out on stage with mic in hand.
Now, now...hold on one moment. Gentlemen...I see that the two of you there are working your asses off, and I really do respect that, I know these fans do as well...but I have something that needs to be said right now, so I think that the two of you should take a break.
The wrestlers look a bit dumbfounded as he makes his way to the ring. Stepping in he cricks his neck and adjusts his blood red tie, putting the mic to his lips again.
I have something quite important to address these fans about here...so take five, go get a bottle of water, give each other back runs...whatever it is that you do, and when I'm done..you can come back and BORE these people more, OK? Please...
Terra makes a scurrying motion with his hand. Of course the two others in the ring didn't take too nicely to being shown up by him. They both begin to start cussing him out. One of them is even so bold as to get in his face.
Hey, hey...don't take it so personally. I'm not saying anything that you don't already know, my friend. There's a reason why I'm where I am, and you're nowhere at all. You lack...motivation. Now, I'll ask you one more time. Get out of this ring, or something bad is going to happen to you.
Having enough, the wrestler in his face throws a punch and takes Terra back onto the ropes. He grabs Tyson and whips him to the opposite rope, throwing a clothesline that Terra ducks. Tyson bounces off the ropes again and as the wrestler turns around...BAM!!!
Tyson lifts his size 14 shoe right into his jaw, laying him outcold.
The other wrestler follows suit, cracking Terra from behind with right hands. Tyson, raises his foot again, this time connecting between the poor bloke's groin. As he keels over, Terra position his head in powerbomb position and hoists him up for one of his patented finishers, a version of the Jacknife he calls The Doctrine. The victim is dropped on the back of his neck, bouncing violently off the canvas. The crowd boos heavily as Terra grabs the mic once more, now breathing heavily...
See that? SEE THAT!? People...just don't listen, do they? I asked them nicley, and their answer is violence...but it looks like they can't take what they think they can dish out. Now that I have THAT out of the way...I have something to say to you all. I AM TYSON TERRA!!! I don't intimidate, I don't PWN...I simply do...what needs to be done. Right now, that thing is to let each and every man in Action Packed Wrestling know this...
...the fairytale is OVER!!! The hell with what you've done...it's all about what you WILL do...and that right now, is deal with ME.
How long...not long...because what you reap...is what...you...SOW!
With that, he slams the mic down onto the ring...taking his leave with a sly smile on his face, as calm and confident as he came.
Two up and coming wrestlers are wrestling a dark match for the crowd. Midway through this match...
HOW LONG!? NOT LONG!!! BECAUSE WHAT YOU REAP...IS WHAT YOU SOW!!!
The sound of Tyson Terra's theme blasts through the arena, stopping the grapplers in they're tracks. The arenas light dim slightly but still flash as Terra, dressed in another black suit, black shirt combo steps out on stage with mic in hand.
Now, now...hold on one moment. Gentlemen...I see that the two of you there are working your asses off, and I really do respect that, I know these fans do as well...but I have something that needs to be said right now, so I think that the two of you should take a break.
The wrestlers look a bit dumbfounded as he makes his way to the ring. Stepping in he cricks his neck and adjusts his blood red tie, putting the mic to his lips again.
I have something quite important to address these fans about here...so take five, go get a bottle of water, give each other back runs...whatever it is that you do, and when I'm done..you can come back and BORE these people more, OK? Please...
Terra makes a scurrying motion with his hand. Of course the two others in the ring didn't take too nicely to being shown up by him. They both begin to start cussing him out. One of them is even so bold as to get in his face.
Hey, hey...don't take it so personally. I'm not saying anything that you don't already know, my friend. There's a reason why I'm where I am, and you're nowhere at all. You lack...motivation. Now, I'll ask you one more time. Get out of this ring, or something bad is going to happen to you.
Having enough, the wrestler in his face throws a punch and takes Terra back onto the ropes. He grabs Tyson and whips him to the opposite rope, throwing a clothesline that Terra ducks. Tyson bounces off the ropes again and as the wrestler turns around...BAM!!!
Tyson lifts his size 14 shoe right into his jaw, laying him outcold.
The other wrestler follows suit, cracking Terra from behind with right hands. Tyson, raises his foot again, this time connecting between the poor bloke's groin. As he keels over, Terra position his head in powerbomb position and hoists him up for one of his patented finishers, a version of the Jacknife he calls The Doctrine. The victim is dropped on the back of his neck, bouncing violently off the canvas. The crowd boos heavily as Terra grabs the mic once more, now breathing heavily...
See that? SEE THAT!? People...just don't listen, do they? I asked them nicley, and their answer is violence...but it looks like they can't take what they think they can dish out. Now that I have THAT out of the way...I have something to say to you all. I AM TYSON TERRA!!! I don't intimidate, I don't PWN...I simply do...what needs to be done. Right now, that thing is to let each and every man in Action Packed Wrestling know this...
...the fairytale is OVER!!! The hell with what you've done...it's all about what you WILL do...and that right now, is deal with ME.
How long...not long...because what you reap...is what...you...SOW!
With that, he slams the mic down onto the ring...taking his leave with a sly smile on his face, as calm and confident as he came.