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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:38 pm
10 million strong and blowin we're the been stoned kids....10 million strong
*just as the first line of Haystak's Been stoned kids erupts from the PA a massive shower of bright blue pyrotechnics cover the stage and the Blue Angel Bursts out from the middle of them. He pauses on ther stage as the smoke clears and looks out into the fans who are screaming "Angel, Angel,Angel, and he just smiles to himself because he knows the wont be cheering when he gets through today. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring grabbing the microphone as he does so. He looks around at all the people in the arena and raises the mic to his mouth*
"Alright, alright cut the music. So this must be the part of the show where everyone's injured hero returns to a thunderous applause and tells all of you just how glad I am to be back right???"
*the crowd erupts into cheers*
"maybe tell you that i'm gonna be the champ one day and that I'll get em next time is that what you want to hear????"
*a slightly smaller applause*
"and maybe just maybe I'll get where I want to be one day??? You know what???? I'm sick of having to spoonfeed you fans just to keep you on my side.....when the truth is is not one of you give a damn about me. All you care about is yourselves I break my back in th is ring and I get zero recognition for the work i put in. I just spent a year of my career on the injury list with a shattered ribcage and I might never be the same again. But you bucnh of ingrates forgot all about me until you heard my music just now."
*by now Angel is being showered with boo's which causes him to pause for a minute before speaking again*
"you see what I'm talking about you people will turn on someone in a heartbeat but i could care less about a single person in this arena....mr. niceguy is gone. How am i supposed to ever get a championship if all i'm worried about is pleasing you. And just to show you how focused I am, I am going to make an example out of the next person to walk down this ramp and climb into the ring with God's Gift to Wrestling!!!!!!!!!"
*Angel stares down the ramp to see which sap comes out to accept his challenge*
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:08 pm
HERE COMES THE MONEY!!!!
HERE COMES THE MONEY
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:20 pm
*Angel laughs as Shane 'o Mac's music comes over the PA....surely Shane doesn't think he can acomplish anything more then being a punching bag against Angel in his current state*
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:50 pm
*Angel paces around the ring slowly becoming impatient with the so-called "superstars" in the back*
"What is this........do I have to sweeten the deal. The first person to come down that ramp will face me in an extreme rules match how does that strike you....surely theres someone back the psycho enough to come out here and face me."
*Angel continues to pace the ring*
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:02 pm
The familiar winds began to play out before the sudden start of Dangerous and Moving began to play out. The lights went out, besides the lights that were on the ring. When the lights came back on, they flashed a blue and violet with GBL laying at the entrance in his feathered hat and mask. The feather seemed drenched in something and his mask held a dark blue color with what seems like a red handprint on the side of it. He was in his usual attire as he stood himself up and performed his Cross Taunt. He soon made a dead run to the ring and slid in. As he stood back up, he pulled a mic from his pocket and stared at Angel.
"It's.. been awhile," he commented before smirking. He pulled the mask to the side of his head. "You.. really want to find a psycho?.. Well, some has said that I haven't been right in the head.. So.. Why not give me a shot, hm? I am sure I am more than enough."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:03 pm
*Angel raises the mic to his mouth to speak but decides to take a differant route and goes for a powerful clothline instead*
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:08 pm
THAT IS FAR ENOUGH! Shane spoke in a very loud and arrogant tone.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:24 pm
Shane spoke again. "You know, you come back and already you're on the verge of getting your a** kicked. Nice going, Angel. But if you want to make it an extreme rules match, bring out a ref"
A ref comes out to ready the match
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:35 pm
GBL ducked under the clothesline as he placed a hand on his hat to keep it on. When he turned around, his mind ignored Shane as he aimed a kick at the ribs of Angel.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:12 am
Angel trying to quicken the pace of the match attempts to catch GBL's leg and push him backward tword the ropes
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 12:24 pm
GBL's leg was caught, and he was pushed against the ropes. His arm wrapped around the rope to keep him from bouncing off anywhere. He stood himself up and stared up at Angel. A sort of grin was on GBL's face, knowing that he had a match that would be of good practice for his upcoming Wrestlemania. GBL removed his hat for a moment to take off the mask and toss it to the side. He did place the hat back on as he told Angel to 'come on' with a double hand motion.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 3:39 pm
*Angel hesitated for a brief moment before attempting a vertical dropkick, aiming for GBL's chest in an attempt to send him over the top rope to the outside*
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 3:42 pm
GBL took the kick, and he did flip over the top rope. Rather than fall to his back, GBL managed to land on his feet. His landing wasn't perfect; however, with the male stumbling back against the announcer table, hitting his back with a good impact.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 3:50 pm
*Angel Slides out of the ring and again goes for a decapitating clothesline*
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