Saint Jimmy by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count-
"CUT THE MUSIC... Please, cut the music..."
Saint Joey walked out onto the stage, microphone in hand. He wasn't wearing his wrestling attire, he was wearing a dark suit, scruffily pulled on. He looked extremely depressed as he lifted the mic to speak, walking down the steel ramp towards the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tra- *sigh*..."
He stepped onto the apron, wiping both his feet as he entered through the middle ropes. He stood in the centre of the ring, stuttering his speech. He honestly wasn't sure what to say.
The crowd saw that Joey was struggling. They began to chant his name.
'Joey! Joey! Joey!'
Joey raised a fist and pumped his arm, closing his eyes as he tilted his head down.
"Ladies and gentlemen... as you have undoubtably noticed, I just, I haven't been myself lately. I'm not going to bullshit you with a thousand reasons why, you don't need to know why, you just need to know one thing. As of this moment, "Saint Joey" is no longer a member of the EEW roster. Saint Joey, after some memorable moments in this business, has retired."
The crowd booed at first, many of them looking sad as they watched another star leave a falling industry. Many just clapped, looking on as they sat in their chairs.
"As I said, I wont say why. I have just... it's just... my passion is gone. And when your passion is gone, what's the reason in carrying on? No. I'm giving up while I still can. While I still have allthe good memories, and the bad memories are still few and far between.
So from me, this is goodbye. To all my fans, I thank you. To all the superstars in the back, who bust their asses off to put on the best show they can, thank you! To all the people in the background of EE ******** W, who go unappreciated for all the work they do behind the scenes, and behind the cameras, thank you! To all the fans who come here every single week, and chant EEW! EEW!..."
'EEW, EEW, EEW!'
"... Thank you! EEW LIVES!"
Saint Jimmy by Green Day begins to blare across the arena. Joey falls to his knees, bowing to the audience, twisting to each side of the squared circle to show his respects. As a sign of respect, the audience do what was right... they chant...
EEW! EEW! EEW!
Saint Joey then rolls out of the ring, walking backwards up the steel ramp, waving his arm slowly. Before disappearing behind the curtain for a final time, he whispers a simple 'thank you,' and then leaves the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count-
"CUT THE MUSIC... Please, cut the music..."
Saint Joey walked out onto the stage, microphone in hand. He wasn't wearing his wrestling attire, he was wearing a dark suit, scruffily pulled on. He looked extremely depressed as he lifted the mic to speak, walking down the steel ramp towards the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tra- *sigh*..."
He stepped onto the apron, wiping both his feet as he entered through the middle ropes. He stood in the centre of the ring, stuttering his speech. He honestly wasn't sure what to say.
The crowd saw that Joey was struggling. They began to chant his name.
'Joey! Joey! Joey!'
Joey raised a fist and pumped his arm, closing his eyes as he tilted his head down.
"Ladies and gentlemen... as you have undoubtably noticed, I just, I haven't been myself lately. I'm not going to bullshit you with a thousand reasons why, you don't need to know why, you just need to know one thing. As of this moment, "Saint Joey" is no longer a member of the EEW roster. Saint Joey, after some memorable moments in this business, has retired."
The crowd booed at first, many of them looking sad as they watched another star leave a falling industry. Many just clapped, looking on as they sat in their chairs.
"As I said, I wont say why. I have just... it's just... my passion is gone. And when your passion is gone, what's the reason in carrying on? No. I'm giving up while I still can. While I still have allthe good memories, and the bad memories are still few and far between.
So from me, this is goodbye. To all my fans, I thank you. To all the superstars in the back, who bust their asses off to put on the best show they can, thank you! To all the people in the background of EE ******** W, who go unappreciated for all the work they do behind the scenes, and behind the cameras, thank you! To all the fans who come here every single week, and chant EEW! EEW!..."
'EEW, EEW, EEW!'
"... Thank you! EEW LIVES!"
Saint Jimmy by Green Day begins to blare across the arena. Joey falls to his knees, bowing to the audience, twisting to each side of the squared circle to show his respects. As a sign of respect, the audience do what was right... they chant...
EEW! EEW! EEW!
Saint Joey then rolls out of the ring, walking backwards up the steel ramp, waving his arm slowly. Before disappearing behind the curtain for a final time, he whispers a simple 'thank you,' and then leaves the arena...
