Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 21, 2015 20:59:05 GMT -6
Somebody make a move!
Somebody make a move!
Please, somebody make a move!
We all knowwww
We all know it's going down.
Jill Matthews: “Here comes one of the new members of the wave of fresh faces here in the N-E-W.”
Vince Walters: “He's talked a big game behind the camera, but let's see what he's got to say here.”
Make a Move by Icon for Hire blaring throughout the sold out arena, black velvet curtains thrown to either side as “The Answer” Darien Hacaga emerged from the back to a mostly negative reaction. Taking the first few steps forward, he would stand atop the entrance stage, donned in a brand new black suit over a white dress shirt with polished black shoes and a black tie, staring out at the sea of people.
A slight smirk growing across his features, he would waste little time before beginning his descent down the ramp. Ignoring what reaction he did get, Hacaga would make a b-line for the giant ring in the middle of the arena.
Lunging forward, he would slide into the ring under that bottom set of ropes. Popping up to a standing position, he would walk across the stretched out canvas. Ducking between the top and middle sets of ropes, Hacaga would request a microphone. Getting it, he would turn around, making his way to the middle of the ring.
Decked out in a pair of pressed black slacks, a white buttoned up collared shirt with a black jacket and matching tie on top. Bringing the microphone up to his lips, Darien would speak his first live words to the NEW audience.
Darien: “ Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Darien Hacaga and I am The Answer. I'm not gonna take up too much of your time seeing as I'm not even on this show. “
Jill Matthews: “He's right, that's a Lights Out talent.”
Vince Walters: “Shh, he's not done.”
Darien: “I can't stand weakness and I see it in droves. I see weakness in the ones in the back. I see weakness filling out this crowd. I see weakness in each and every one of you. But that's okay, really. We can't all be perfect.”
A smirk growing across the features of Hacaga as the crowd resonated with a chorus of boos. He would give his own shrug in response to the reaction.
Darien: “I will make my intentions crystal clear at Lights Out. Someone will be the lamb to the slaughter, so to say. I am officially putting each and every member of the Lights Out roster on notice. Better yourself. If not, I will walk right over you and look fuckin' fantastic doing so. And THAT'S the only Answer you'll ever need.”
Jill Matthews: “Big words from the self proclaimed Answer.”
Vince Walters: “Let's see what he can do.”
Dropping the microphone on the ground, Darien would make his way to the ropes before ducking out to the ringside area. Adjusting his black tie and black jacket, he would smirk a bit, making his way back up the ramp, soaking in the negative reaction, before disappearing behind the curtains.
Somebody make a move!
Please, somebody make a move!
We all knowwww
We all know it's going down.
Jill Matthews: “Here comes one of the new members of the wave of fresh faces here in the N-E-W.”
Vince Walters: “He's talked a big game behind the camera, but let's see what he's got to say here.”
Make a Move by Icon for Hire blaring throughout the sold out arena, black velvet curtains thrown to either side as “The Answer” Darien Hacaga emerged from the back to a mostly negative reaction. Taking the first few steps forward, he would stand atop the entrance stage, donned in a brand new black suit over a white dress shirt with polished black shoes and a black tie, staring out at the sea of people.
A slight smirk growing across his features, he would waste little time before beginning his descent down the ramp. Ignoring what reaction he did get, Hacaga would make a b-line for the giant ring in the middle of the arena.
Lunging forward, he would slide into the ring under that bottom set of ropes. Popping up to a standing position, he would walk across the stretched out canvas. Ducking between the top and middle sets of ropes, Hacaga would request a microphone. Getting it, he would turn around, making his way to the middle of the ring.
Decked out in a pair of pressed black slacks, a white buttoned up collared shirt with a black jacket and matching tie on top. Bringing the microphone up to his lips, Darien would speak his first live words to the NEW audience.
Darien: “ Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Darien Hacaga and I am The Answer. I'm not gonna take up too much of your time seeing as I'm not even on this show. “
Jill Matthews: “He's right, that's a Lights Out talent.”
Vince Walters: “Shh, he's not done.”
Darien: “I can't stand weakness and I see it in droves. I see weakness in the ones in the back. I see weakness filling out this crowd. I see weakness in each and every one of you. But that's okay, really. We can't all be perfect.”
A smirk growing across the features of Hacaga as the crowd resonated with a chorus of boos. He would give his own shrug in response to the reaction.
Darien: “I will make my intentions crystal clear at Lights Out. Someone will be the lamb to the slaughter, so to say. I am officially putting each and every member of the Lights Out roster on notice. Better yourself. If not, I will walk right over you and look fuckin' fantastic doing so. And THAT'S the only Answer you'll ever need.”
Jill Matthews: “Big words from the self proclaimed Answer.”
Vince Walters: “Let's see what he can do.”
Dropping the microphone on the ground, Darien would make his way to the ropes before ducking out to the ringside area. Adjusting his black tie and black jacket, he would smirk a bit, making his way back up the ramp, soaking in the negative reaction, before disappearing behind the curtains.