Post by Freakke on Jan 30, 2010 9:24:19 GMT -6
A black set has been prepared for this announcement. A silhouette can be seen but nothing can be descerned yet. Only a familiar voice.
"Ladies, gentlemen, cretins one and all."
The figure shifted but a small gleam can be seen from his teeth as he smiles.
"My change has been completed. I am anew. I've become one thing from another. Some things are different, some things are the same. For instance, I am no longer the clown, but I still swear to be one of the number one entertainers in this company. I've been working on some new moves, a new look, but you all still know its me. I believe the time has come for this grand unveiling. My dear cretins, I am the Carnival King."
The lights came on and Freakke stood there before the cameras. He was wearing a top hat and elaborate green trench coat. His pants were still baggy but seemed to take on a harlequin appearance. The major change was his face. It was no longer white with a clown's face but plain, with the exception of the green diamonds over his eyes. His goatee was trimmed but it was completely green now. His smile seemed no less broad though.
"You like it? I hope so. I hope you like my first decree as the Carnival King as well. At Metamorphosis, I intend on bringing half a six pack of Whoop Ass with me. One for Paul, one for Jack, and one for Red. I know my track record for Fatal Four Ways isn't spectacular, but I intend on winning. Why now? Is it some personnal vendetta against my opponents that I am so set on winning? No. Change of heart, becoming a heel and dominating the belt chase with dirty tactics for my own ego? No. I have nothing against any of my co-workers, I mean except for Mr. Mysterio's Fog...but thats besides the point. The reason is, I do want the belt. I want to raise it high in the air after one of the best shows I've ever given. I want to celebrate with you all in a way I've not celebrated with you before, not here at nCw anyways."
He took his hat of and set it down beside himself. His black and green hair still present beneath it. He dusted it off and looked back at the camera smiling.
"But to have my shot, I have to go through three guys who want it just as bad as I do. They are strong, fast and know what they're doing. To be on my road to your X-Division Champion, I have to win. It won't be easy, but I have to do it. Jack, Red, Paul, bring your best, I won't leave home without mine."
He smirked and put his hat back on. He raised a backwards peace sign and got closer to the camera.
"Hail to the king baby."
"Ladies, gentlemen, cretins one and all."
The figure shifted but a small gleam can be seen from his teeth as he smiles.
"My change has been completed. I am anew. I've become one thing from another. Some things are different, some things are the same. For instance, I am no longer the clown, but I still swear to be one of the number one entertainers in this company. I've been working on some new moves, a new look, but you all still know its me. I believe the time has come for this grand unveiling. My dear cretins, I am the Carnival King."
The lights came on and Freakke stood there before the cameras. He was wearing a top hat and elaborate green trench coat. His pants were still baggy but seemed to take on a harlequin appearance. The major change was his face. It was no longer white with a clown's face but plain, with the exception of the green diamonds over his eyes. His goatee was trimmed but it was completely green now. His smile seemed no less broad though.
"You like it? I hope so. I hope you like my first decree as the Carnival King as well. At Metamorphosis, I intend on bringing half a six pack of Whoop Ass with me. One for Paul, one for Jack, and one for Red. I know my track record for Fatal Four Ways isn't spectacular, but I intend on winning. Why now? Is it some personnal vendetta against my opponents that I am so set on winning? No. Change of heart, becoming a heel and dominating the belt chase with dirty tactics for my own ego? No. I have nothing against any of my co-workers, I mean except for Mr. Mysterio's Fog...but thats besides the point. The reason is, I do want the belt. I want to raise it high in the air after one of the best shows I've ever given. I want to celebrate with you all in a way I've not celebrated with you before, not here at nCw anyways."
He took his hat of and set it down beside himself. His black and green hair still present beneath it. He dusted it off and looked back at the camera smiling.
"But to have my shot, I have to go through three guys who want it just as bad as I do. They are strong, fast and know what they're doing. To be on my road to your X-Division Champion, I have to win. It won't be easy, but I have to do it. Jack, Red, Paul, bring your best, I won't leave home without mine."
He smirked and put his hat back on. He raised a backwards peace sign and got closer to the camera.
"Hail to the king baby."