Post by Angel on Apr 29, 2013 5:29:59 GMT -6
Sent these to Berto before I knew he was going away this weekend.
Angel Segment
Acceptance
{ The lights in the arena go out... }
RISE!!!!!!!!!!!
{ When Ghost Walking by Lamb of God sends the arena into raging cheers. The dark figure of Angel appears on the ramp from seemingly out of no where and begins to make his way to the ring with the lights strobing in the arena. He walks up the steps and enters the ring. He is handed a mic and his music dies away, though the lights stay dimmed. }
Angel: Last week a man laid down a challenge. A man who I have come to begrudgingly respect. A man who has made his mark in NCW by spilling the blood of his enemies. A man who you all know as the God of Xtreme...
{ The arena goes even crazier at the mention of Spike Kane's moniker. }
Angel: In all our time here, the two of us have never properly crossed paths, despite the rivalry, the hatred and the overwhelming deisre to face someone as sinister and nightmarish as ourselves. Now with the end at hand, we will have our chance. Spike Kane, you challenged me to a match you made famous. A match that came from the depths of your own sick and twisted mind. A match that I would love to participate in...
{ The crowd eats it up as Angel continues to speak. }
Angel: In short, I accept your challenge. It will be my pleasure to make our last match in NCW... Your final match.
{ With those words the crowd's anticipation goes through the roof as the lights begin to strobe once more and Ghost Walking explodes over the pa system. }
Team America/InFamous segment
Your Fault
{ We open up backstage to Rob Diamond grinning in your face. }
Rob: Wow, you know, I'm almost impressed.
{ Rob lifts his hands, cocks his head and gives us a single clap. }
Rob: Way to go Daye, congrats for stating the obvious. Oh hey, while we are stating hte obvious, I banged Zelda.
{ SHOCK! AWE! }
Rob: I honestly don't expect you to be an unbiased referee you moron. All I expect you to do is be a whimpering bitch as I beat your ass up one side of the ring and down the other while my home boy Spike Kane wins us a tag team match. See, all it takes is one well placed ref bump and suddenly we've got a real official in the ring. But the thing is Daye, you're a ball-less, spineless sack of crap. The only person who ruined your relationship... IS YOU! If you were even half the man you claim to be, your girl wouldn't of run off with another man. But hey, blame me, it's easy. In fact, I don't even care. I'll kick your ass for the fun of it so please, just keep making yourself look like a total ****ing jack off in front of the whole worl-
Simon: YOUR FAULT!
{ Suddenly Simon Daye comes from out of no where and tackles Rob into the wall. The two of them begin unloading rights and lefts like crazy on each other. }
Simon: YOUR FAULT!
Rob: BRING IT DICK LESS!
{ The two of them crash onto the ground and roll one over the other just laying into each other with their fists. From either side Gib and Steve Awesome come running into the shot and rip their respective partners off each other. }
Simon: LET ME GO!
Rob: Yeah, let him go.
{ Gib wraps his bear like arms around Simon and picks him up. }
Simon: PUT ME DOWN!
{ Steve just helps Rob up who dusts himself off and gives Simon the bird. }
Rob: Hey, anytime you wanna see what a dick looks like, feel free to suck it!
{ Rob and Steve both back off as Simon glares daggers into Rob's chest. }
Angel Segment
Acceptance
{ The lights in the arena go out... }
RISE!!!!!!!!!!!
{ When Ghost Walking by Lamb of God sends the arena into raging cheers. The dark figure of Angel appears on the ramp from seemingly out of no where and begins to make his way to the ring with the lights strobing in the arena. He walks up the steps and enters the ring. He is handed a mic and his music dies away, though the lights stay dimmed. }
Angel: Last week a man laid down a challenge. A man who I have come to begrudgingly respect. A man who has made his mark in NCW by spilling the blood of his enemies. A man who you all know as the God of Xtreme...
{ The arena goes even crazier at the mention of Spike Kane's moniker. }
Angel: In all our time here, the two of us have never properly crossed paths, despite the rivalry, the hatred and the overwhelming deisre to face someone as sinister and nightmarish as ourselves. Now with the end at hand, we will have our chance. Spike Kane, you challenged me to a match you made famous. A match that came from the depths of your own sick and twisted mind. A match that I would love to participate in...
{ The crowd eats it up as Angel continues to speak. }
Angel: In short, I accept your challenge. It will be my pleasure to make our last match in NCW... Your final match.
{ With those words the crowd's anticipation goes through the roof as the lights begin to strobe once more and Ghost Walking explodes over the pa system. }
Team America/InFamous segment
Your Fault
{ We open up backstage to Rob Diamond grinning in your face. }
Rob: Wow, you know, I'm almost impressed.
{ Rob lifts his hands, cocks his head and gives us a single clap. }
Rob: Way to go Daye, congrats for stating the obvious. Oh hey, while we are stating hte obvious, I banged Zelda.
{ SHOCK! AWE! }
Rob: I honestly don't expect you to be an unbiased referee you moron. All I expect you to do is be a whimpering bitch as I beat your ass up one side of the ring and down the other while my home boy Spike Kane wins us a tag team match. See, all it takes is one well placed ref bump and suddenly we've got a real official in the ring. But the thing is Daye, you're a ball-less, spineless sack of crap. The only person who ruined your relationship... IS YOU! If you were even half the man you claim to be, your girl wouldn't of run off with another man. But hey, blame me, it's easy. In fact, I don't even care. I'll kick your ass for the fun of it so please, just keep making yourself look like a total ****ing jack off in front of the whole worl-
Simon: YOUR FAULT!
{ Suddenly Simon Daye comes from out of no where and tackles Rob into the wall. The two of them begin unloading rights and lefts like crazy on each other. }
Simon: YOUR FAULT!
Rob: BRING IT DICK LESS!
{ The two of them crash onto the ground and roll one over the other just laying into each other with their fists. From either side Gib and Steve Awesome come running into the shot and rip their respective partners off each other. }
Simon: LET ME GO!
Rob: Yeah, let him go.
{ Gib wraps his bear like arms around Simon and picks him up. }
Simon: PUT ME DOWN!
{ Steve just helps Rob up who dusts himself off and gives Simon the bird. }
Rob: Hey, anytime you wanna see what a dick looks like, feel free to suck it!
{ Rob and Steve both back off as Simon glares daggers into Rob's chest. }