Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 11, 2013 0:48:50 GMT -6
The lights in the arena cut out, leaving the audience in complete silence, as they all are engulfed in complete darkness. Fast pace guitar riffs and drum beats begin to blare out of the speakers, as the singer of The Bronx, begins to sing to “History’s Stranglers!” After about forty five seconds, he screams, “I want your Blood!” as Red and Purple Pyros erupt from the stage and all four of the turnbuckles, the lights then cut back on. A figure begins to drop from the rafters, the man is none other than The Virus, he is in his custom mask, trench coat, fedora, dessert mar pat cargo pants, black combat boots, and a black t-shirt. In his right hand is a briefcase. As he lands in the ring, he unclips his zip line and begins circling around the ring and waves for a microphone. Half of the audience attending the stands is screaming in excitement and the other half either silent or booing.
Vince Walters: Holy shit, check out The Virus’s new entrance and theme I fucking love it!
Jill Matthews: That man is a freak and needs to be locked back away where he came from.
The Virus sets his briefcase down in the north east turnbuckle, along with his fedora and trench coat. He then begins circling the ring again and stops as the crowd begins to quiet down, he raises his finger to where his lips would be with his right hand and with his left holds the microphone up close to his masked face.
The Virus: Quiet down my little kiddies, Daddy V has some important issues to discuss about some of the scum around here! Yeah I am talking about the vermin I would have had to cut and &%$# my way through to get to the World Champion, who as of now is the pretty boy Colt! If you noticed that brief case I set down with my coat and hat, well that there is my golden contract so I won’t have to murder my way to the belt, I can cash in whenever I feel like it!
The Virus lowers the microphone and begins pacing around the ring stopping and moving again his head twitching a little now and then. His free hand makes his way to the side of his head and he cracks his neck as his body begins to shake as if he is being possessed by something.
The Virus: That won’t be the case though, since I like to cause pain and devastation so much I am out here to get the word out to every single lifeless soul backstage, starting with the ex-champion Nocturnal, he thinks he is crazy and dark, hah, I’ve met six year old girls more sadistic and sinister than him. He probably is backstage right now, whining that after all the work he has done to make it to the top and have it taken from him by a pretty boy? Then this new comer from the shadows comes along and gets a guaranteed shot on his will, must make a man feel pretty pathetic, eh Noc? Never mind that I have more words to speak!
The Virus then circles back to the opposite side of the ring and leans on the ropes looking out to the crowd most likely smiling sadistically under his mask.
Vince Walters: He just basically called out the former Champ Nocturnal.
Jill Matthews: Yeah those two deserve one another both freaks to me!
The Virus: Now on to some others backstage those whom are probably irritated with the fact that I have been here a few weeks and have already passed them on the mountain. Those like Valora Salinas, just another whinny little Latina who believes she has it worse than everyone else because she is a minority. Well sweet heart I hate every breathing thing the same and if you feel I don’t deserve my title shot, let’s have a little chat next week! That goes for everyone I have spoken on and or will!
Vince Walters: What the hell, is he going to basically go down all the top contenders in the world title scene?
Jill Matthews: Maybe now he will get what is coming to him.
The Virus then walks back to the opposite side of the ring once again and stares up the ramp way, just in case anyone he has called out so far can’t wait until next week.
The Virus: Now I must speak to Seth Iser as well, the self-proclaimed Deity of Destruction, hah, where you born with Down syndrome? I am just kidding, it is quite the intimidating nick name, and you deserve it with your barbaric ways. *Shakes his head in sarcasm* You also must hate the fact that you have been passed up by the shadows of depraved horrors, so again let’s all get together in this here ring and work out some of those issues, if you would so please, it would be my honor to meet you all face to face and allow you all to vent your emotions before I have the pleasure to ruin your souls…
The Virus then lowers the microphone and heads back to the opposite side of the ring and looks to his left and to his right, scanning the crowd for anyone to attempt to make their way to the ring. After he feels satisfied no one would be dumb enough to interrupt his message, he turns back toward the ramp way. Raising the microphone to his face again he begins twitching some more, gaining enough control of himself he begins to speak again.
The Virus: Those aren’t the only ones I needed to address, no; there is a new guy whom seems to want to be a lot like me, Caleb Hambright, another man who thinks he is sadistic. Let me tell you Caleb you don’t even know the beginning of the things I could and will do to you if you keep the act up. You might think you are prepared to handle the consequences of your actions, but you aren’t. You won’t be prepared ever, so don’t test my patience boy; just go back to the golden days of you being well behaved and simple!
The Virus lowers his microphone again and glances left and right before raising it back to his face once more.
The Virus: Now on to the last of the ones I consider to possibly be a delight to face in the ring, those of the roster who may just give me a thrill. That leaves you Matt Slater; I don’t even really know why I had your name on my list? Something strange just had me calling your name in my nightmares last night, calling to your soul, asking to let go easily. I for some reason want to watch you bleed; I want to cause agony upon your body, mind, and soul. I want you to forever have night terrors where yours truly is the host! Death is spreading… That goes for all of you who believe you can come forth for judgment and be able to tell the tales of death!
The Virus starts to lower the microphone down and quickly raises it back to his face.
Jill Mathews: What now?
The Virus: Now bring that &*^% Goblin out here so I can make an example of her for all of the rest of the miserable bodies backstage!
The Virus drops the microphone and walks over to the turnbuckle where his coat, hat, and briefcase lay and kicks it to ring side as he begins stretching and bouncing around the ring waiting for Cera his Ignite 27 opponent to make her way to the ring.
Vince Walters: Holy shit, check out The Virus’s new entrance and theme I fucking love it!
Jill Matthews: That man is a freak and needs to be locked back away where he came from.
The Virus sets his briefcase down in the north east turnbuckle, along with his fedora and trench coat. He then begins circling the ring again and stops as the crowd begins to quiet down, he raises his finger to where his lips would be with his right hand and with his left holds the microphone up close to his masked face.
The Virus: Quiet down my little kiddies, Daddy V has some important issues to discuss about some of the scum around here! Yeah I am talking about the vermin I would have had to cut and &%$# my way through to get to the World Champion, who as of now is the pretty boy Colt! If you noticed that brief case I set down with my coat and hat, well that there is my golden contract so I won’t have to murder my way to the belt, I can cash in whenever I feel like it!
The Virus lowers the microphone and begins pacing around the ring stopping and moving again his head twitching a little now and then. His free hand makes his way to the side of his head and he cracks his neck as his body begins to shake as if he is being possessed by something.
The Virus: That won’t be the case though, since I like to cause pain and devastation so much I am out here to get the word out to every single lifeless soul backstage, starting with the ex-champion Nocturnal, he thinks he is crazy and dark, hah, I’ve met six year old girls more sadistic and sinister than him. He probably is backstage right now, whining that after all the work he has done to make it to the top and have it taken from him by a pretty boy? Then this new comer from the shadows comes along and gets a guaranteed shot on his will, must make a man feel pretty pathetic, eh Noc? Never mind that I have more words to speak!
The Virus then circles back to the opposite side of the ring and leans on the ropes looking out to the crowd most likely smiling sadistically under his mask.
Vince Walters: He just basically called out the former Champ Nocturnal.
Jill Matthews: Yeah those two deserve one another both freaks to me!
The Virus: Now on to some others backstage those whom are probably irritated with the fact that I have been here a few weeks and have already passed them on the mountain. Those like Valora Salinas, just another whinny little Latina who believes she has it worse than everyone else because she is a minority. Well sweet heart I hate every breathing thing the same and if you feel I don’t deserve my title shot, let’s have a little chat next week! That goes for everyone I have spoken on and or will!
Vince Walters: What the hell, is he going to basically go down all the top contenders in the world title scene?
Jill Matthews: Maybe now he will get what is coming to him.
The Virus then walks back to the opposite side of the ring once again and stares up the ramp way, just in case anyone he has called out so far can’t wait until next week.
The Virus: Now I must speak to Seth Iser as well, the self-proclaimed Deity of Destruction, hah, where you born with Down syndrome? I am just kidding, it is quite the intimidating nick name, and you deserve it with your barbaric ways. *Shakes his head in sarcasm* You also must hate the fact that you have been passed up by the shadows of depraved horrors, so again let’s all get together in this here ring and work out some of those issues, if you would so please, it would be my honor to meet you all face to face and allow you all to vent your emotions before I have the pleasure to ruin your souls…
The Virus then lowers the microphone and heads back to the opposite side of the ring and looks to his left and to his right, scanning the crowd for anyone to attempt to make their way to the ring. After he feels satisfied no one would be dumb enough to interrupt his message, he turns back toward the ramp way. Raising the microphone to his face again he begins twitching some more, gaining enough control of himself he begins to speak again.
The Virus: Those aren’t the only ones I needed to address, no; there is a new guy whom seems to want to be a lot like me, Caleb Hambright, another man who thinks he is sadistic. Let me tell you Caleb you don’t even know the beginning of the things I could and will do to you if you keep the act up. You might think you are prepared to handle the consequences of your actions, but you aren’t. You won’t be prepared ever, so don’t test my patience boy; just go back to the golden days of you being well behaved and simple!
The Virus lowers his microphone again and glances left and right before raising it back to his face once more.
The Virus: Now on to the last of the ones I consider to possibly be a delight to face in the ring, those of the roster who may just give me a thrill. That leaves you Matt Slater; I don’t even really know why I had your name on my list? Something strange just had me calling your name in my nightmares last night, calling to your soul, asking to let go easily. I for some reason want to watch you bleed; I want to cause agony upon your body, mind, and soul. I want you to forever have night terrors where yours truly is the host! Death is spreading… That goes for all of you who believe you can come forth for judgment and be able to tell the tales of death!
The Virus starts to lower the microphone down and quickly raises it back to his face.
Jill Mathews: What now?
The Virus: Now bring that &*^% Goblin out here so I can make an example of her for all of the rest of the miserable bodies backstage!
The Virus drops the microphone and walks over to the turnbuckle where his coat, hat, and briefcase lay and kicks it to ring side as he begins stretching and bouncing around the ring waiting for Cera his Ignite 27 opponent to make her way to the ring.