Post by MNB on Feb 11, 2008 4:16:52 GMT -6
How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out when and you cut the string...
Pyrotechnics flash through out the Birmingham Jefferson Convention Complex as "15 Step" by Radiohead blasts through the speakers. Red fireworks descend down the ramp way and up into the rafters as the Alabama crowd goes ape shit. The camera scans through the crowed and makes its way to the announcers table.
Skippy – Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, nations, continents and the world a like. Welcome to another Monday Night Brawl.
Aiello – This isn’t gonna be your average Monday night show Skippy. With a new Hardcore Champion prowling the halls, anything is possible.
Skippy – Anything is an understatement. Speaking of...
The excitement is cut short by the sudden blast of music over the PA. “I stand alone” by Godsmack echoes throughout the complex as a blinding white light shines out of the entrance corridor.
Skippy – What in the hell?
Aiello – Well if there were ever a time to wear your sunglasses inside...
A large black figure moves through the light casting a shadow inside the complex. The light begins to fade and just before it clears red pyros blast down the ramp.
Skippy – It’s Sinbad, its the new Co – General Manager of Monday Night Brawl.
Aiello – VICE!
Skippy – What?
Aiello – VICE General Manager. Saul shares power with no one, so the term Co...
Skippy – He’s making his way to the ring.
Sinbad takes his time walking down the ramp. He looks around at the audience but shares no emotion what so ever.
Aiello – Not even a smile? You’d think he’d feel lucky to have that job.
Sinbad approaches the stairs leading into the ring and is met by a crew member. The crew member hands Sinbad a microphone and he climbs into the ring, mic in hand. He looks around the audience for a moment before finally raising the mic to his mouth.
Sinbad – Saul Weisz found some time in his busy schedule to have his receptionist hand deliver me a note. The contents of that note were simple...”Introduce yourself.” While I am a man who is all about simple things, I find it unprofessional of Saul to make no attempts at finding me, and addressing me himself. But I’m not out here to bitch and moan about some skinny rock star with a hair spray addiction. I’m out here, as i state a few seconds ago, to introduce myself.
For those of you who read the EWC headlines and various other wrestling magazines, you already know me. But for those of you who bought these tickets because the girl or guy you want to bone tonight is a fan...my name is Sinbad. Pirate jokes aside...I don’t *beep* around. And I have absolutely no intention of playing footsie with any of the roster members on Monday Night Brawl. I am all business, I am all work. You want to impress me...than put your ass on the chopping block and show me what you got. I don’t pussy foot around, and I expect everyone of you wrestlers to be the exact same way.
The audience is unsure how to respond to Sinbad. The intimidation level is high, but Brawl fans have been known to be ruthless. Its a half and half situation, some chanting for Saul, while others cheering the new GM’s attitude.
Sinbad – Now that the introduction is out of the way, I want to address a few things, and a few people. First, I want you all to take a good look at these...
Sinbad pulls a rolled up piece of paper out of his back pocket. As he unrolls it, its revealed to be more than one sheet of paper.
Sinbad – These, ladies and gentleman, are the contracts for Tito Hall, and Chris. Two bed sores who decided to waste EWC money, and my time. So lets all gives these gentleman a round of applause for being a waste of *beep*-ing air, and one more reason why genocide seems necassary.
Sinbad tears the pieces of paper in half and tosses them on the floor.
Sinbad – NEXT! Not only was my time...excuse me...our time, because each and everyone of you paid, or had someone pay hard earned money for the tickets you used to get in here. So our time was wasted by another group of retards. Tonight was a second chance for Tito Hall and Chris. And their match was to be followed by a fatal - four way involving some new talent, and Money Man Nate Samuels. However, three of the men are no where to be found, and the ever funny Nate Samuels sent me a doctors note. That’s right, he sent me a *beep*-ing doctors note. Now I have seen a lot of shit in my years, but never has a grown man sent me a doctors note to keep from wrestling a match.
I have two words for you Nate Samuels...Last Chance. You have problems, you contact me before hand. You need a day off, take it up with Saul. But you pull a bullshit stunt like this again, and I’m gonna personally hand you your ass on a recycled paper plate.
Sinbad lowers the mic from his mouth. He looks into the camera, reiterating his threat with an aggressive stare.
Sinbad – Now lets get this show on the road...
Sinbad leaves the ring and the audience cheers with excitement. He makes his way towards the announcers table. He pulls a chair up and sits down beside Aiello.
Skippy – Welcome aboard Sinbad.
Sinbad – I appreciate it boys. Feels good to be in a place where the history fills voids.
Aiello looks at Skippy and the two shrug at one another.
"I am an Illusion" by Rob Thomas hits the PA system and the crowd begins to cheer.
Skippy – Speaking of history. This kid looks like he might be on the fast track to Super stardom.
After a few moments Illusion appears from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp and flashes his award-winning smile at the crowd. He looks left, winks, puts up his hand and raises his index finger. Silver pyros explode stage left. He repeats this to the right side then walks down the ramp. Illusion walks up the steps and enters the ring. He stands in the middle and one more time flashes his award-winning smile as the music fades out.
Aiello – You may be on the illusion band wagon, but that wagon is about to be derailed by...
Flames starts to swarm the stage as “More Human Than Human” by Rob Zombie fills the arena. Thaddeus Knight O’Brien walks onto the stage through the fire. The fire follows Thaddeus down the ramp. He jumps through the ropes, into the ring. The flames surround the outside of the ring and Thaddeus climbs one of the turnbuckles; he lifts his hands in the air. The flames slowly die down to nothing as he steps down off the turnbuckle and walks back and forth, eying Illusion as he waits for the bell to ring.
DING DING
Let the battle begin.
The two move in on eachother and hesitate a moment before locking up. TKO uses the fifty pound weight advantage to pull Illusion into a clinch and toss him to the mat. Illusion, laying on his back, cracks a smile and flips upward to his feet. They lock up again and this time, when TKO tries the same maneuver, Illusion uses some footwork to take TKO off balance and sends him to the mat. Illusion cracks another smile and TKO slaps the mat. He climbs to his feet and moves towards Illusion, but quickly kicks forward landing a big boot to Illusions gut. Illusion topples over and TKO capitolizes with a DDT. Illusion cradles his neck and TKO gets to his feet. He grabs Illusion by the hair but is low blowed and hip tossed to the mat by Illusion. He taunts TKO, telling him to “Get off his ass.” TKO stands up and nods at Illusion, inviting him over with a wave of the hand...
As the two men move in and lock up with one another, the croweds attention is drawn from the match to the entrance way. Money Man Nate Samuels has made his way through the entrance corridor and strides down the ramp. He is pointing and cursing at Sinbad. Sinbad stands up out of his seat and tosses the headset aside. He meets Nate Samuels at the bottom of the ring and the two begin shouting and argueing. The crowed is eating it up as the New Vice GM of Monday Night isn’t taking any of Nates shit. He stares Nate down like a contender, but Nate leans right back in showing no fear of the new boss.
TKO and Illusion have continued wrestling the entire time, never noticing Nate and Sinbads confrontation. But as Illusion whips TKO into a turnbuckle, he notices the two men outside the ring. He doesn’t even bother finishing the irish whip and TKO catches his balance and quickly turns to see what the hell is going on. He notices Illusion is staring at something so he turns his attention in that direction. TKO and Illusion both are leaning against the ropes watching the two men argue. A look of frustration grows over the two men, and they climb out of the ring and approach Sinbad and Nate Samuels.
Illusion – What the hell is going on? We are in the middle of a *beed* damn match and you two are completely ruining it.
Sinbad turns to Illusion, but before he can get a word out Nate Samuels shoves Illusion. TKO reacts with an overhand right to the head of Nate Samuels and Illusion jumps in. TKO and Illusion double team Nate Samuels and Sinbad backs away.
Skippy – What the...Sinbad is letting them destroy Nate Samuels.
Aiello – That’s what happens when you mess with the boss Skip.
TKO and Illusion continue to double team Nate Samuels as Sinbad watches from a distance. The audience is going wild and we cut for a commercial break.