Cartwright
The arena lights darken and the crowd quiets as a mysterious image appears on the titantron. It is a shaded man with his back to the camera.
After a few seconds of the crowd guessing who it could be, the man dramatically turns around, the camera zooms in....and he simply says that he "Has Talent".
That's all the crowd needed to hear! They jumped to their feet and roared in approveal as Bodies by Drowning Pool hits the arena instantly! 'The Talented One' Cartwright has ARRIVED in SEWF!
He makes his way into the ring with a mic to a thunderous ovation, could this be SEWFs biggest signing in history? He stands in the center of the ring, soaking up the response!
"WHOW! WHAT A CROWD!" He says to huge cheers.
"TALENT HAS ARRIVED IN SEWF!" He roars to another pop.
"Thank you for the support. I came here to SEWF for you guys, the fans! I've watched the product and I've loved every second, so much so that I wanted to be a part of it...."
Voices blares over the sound system, cutting the Talented One off. the crowd boos as Randy Orton steps out onto the stage and looks down at the ring. He raises a mic as the music dies out
"Well, well, what have we here? Our newest edition to the roster is a hack."
the crowd boos Orton loudly, making him pause.
"You people can boo me all you want, but the fact is this latest signing was a waste of time and money. Our owner has signed a guy that has a lot of history with her family. And let me guess, you'll probably wind up next in line to challenge her brother for the world championship. Inevitably, she'll find some way to keep me away from Zarel and give you the shot, so that Zarel will get another easy title defense. So tell me, how much did she have to offer you to come here and be Zarel's whipping boy?"
Cartwright smirks at Ortons remarks.
"You sure have a chip on your shoulder, but then again you probably always have. God knows I would if I was the son of Roddy Pipers bit on the side!" He says slyly to laughs.
"You make this all sound like some sort of conspiracy against you Orton. Maybe you just aren't GOOD ENOUGH to be challenging Zarel. Maybe you don't DESERVE a shot. Hell, you're here to be MY whipping boy and if you don't like that, I suggest you come down here and do something about it!" The crowd cheers loudly as Cartwright makes the challenge to Orton!
Orton merely glares at Cartwright.
"I'm sure you think that you're little stab at my father will goad me into fighting it out with you right here tonight. But I don't fall for anyone's mind games. You want a fight, then you'll have to do it in the ring, in an official match. So, sorry, Carty, but you'll just have to wait."
The crowd booed Orton as it sounds like he is scared of facing Cartwright!
"Humph, we'll see about that!" Cartwright mutters into the mic, he then drops it, slides under the ropes and dashes towards Orton to cheers! Cart doesn't want to wait after this jerk interrupted him!
Orton backs up the ramp, not wanting to get into a confrontation, but Cartwright is too fast for him
Mike: It looks like the fight is on
Janelle: Don't know what the hell made Orton come out here. You'd think he'd get tired of getting his a** kicked.
Cartwright catches Orton with a few stiff chops across the chest and Orton reels, clutching his chest. He manages to come back with a knee to the gut, then a right to the forehead, knocking Cartwright back a few steps. Cartwright, however, uses this to his advantage and spears Orton right there on the stage
Mike: Oh, that had to hurt.
Janelle: No, it felt like landing on pillows. Moron.
Cartwright follows by delivering some rights to Orton while he's down. Orton manages to crawl out from under him, unconsciously heading for the ring in his bid to escape, but Cartwright keeps going after him. Orton gets to his feet and gets met with another chop. Orton staggers down to the ring and slides inside. Cartwright goes in after him and gets met with several stomps before getting to his feet. Orton follows with another sharp right to the forehead, then whips him across the ring. Cartwright bounces back, right into a standing dropkick to the jaw that knocks him back down.
Mike: Orton is fighting back
Janelle: Orton's no pushover. But one thing about Cartwright is he can take a beating. Orton might've made a mistake here tonight.
Orton begins stalking Cartwright, waiting for him to get up. Cartwright stands and Orton attempts to deliver his signature punt to the skull. Cartwright grabs his leg and trips him, then locks him in the figure four leglock. Orton screams in pain as the crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Mike: Cartwright has Orton locked in the figure four.
Janelle: Ha! Look at the moron tapping out, as if that's going to make Cartwright free him. This isn't a match, it's an unscheduled brawl.
Orton is indeed tapping furiously, but Cartwright doesn't release him. Orton pulls himself across the ring to the ropes, then pulls himself out of the ring, leaving Cartwright no choice but to release him or get pulled out of the ring with him. Orton gets to his feet, limping, and manages to get over the barricade into the crowd while Cartwright remains in the ring.
Cartwright picks up his mic as he watches Orton head for the back once again!
"Orton, what happened there.....was a quick demonstration.....of what I can do!" He gasped as the crowd cheered! He took out as much anger on Orton as possible right then!
"....Knowing you, you'll want revenge for that, so I hope you've reconsidered my offer earlier!" Could Cartwright's plan have worked? He had a devious smile on his face that is screaming 'sucker' at Orton!
Orton continues to head out through the crowd. Cartwright's music hits again as he watches Orton leave.
Mike: Orton didn't give a response. Is he refusing to face Cartwright?
Janelle: Orton may have just gotten his a** handed to him, and he may be somewhat cowardly, underhanded, and dirty, but I don't think he's refusing. Knowing Orton, Cartwright will get his answer, but Orton wants everything done on his terms.
Cartwright heads backstage as the show goes to commercial break
After a few seconds of the crowd guessing who it could be, the man dramatically turns around, the camera zooms in....and he simply says that he "Has Talent".
That's all the crowd needed to hear! They jumped to their feet and roared in approveal as Bodies by Drowning Pool hits the arena instantly! 'The Talented One' Cartwright has ARRIVED in SEWF!
He makes his way into the ring with a mic to a thunderous ovation, could this be SEWFs biggest signing in history? He stands in the center of the ring, soaking up the response!
"WHOW! WHAT A CROWD!" He says to huge cheers.
"TALENT HAS ARRIVED IN SEWF!" He roars to another pop.
"Thank you for the support. I came here to SEWF for you guys, the fans! I've watched the product and I've loved every second, so much so that I wanted to be a part of it...."
Voices blares over the sound system, cutting the Talented One off. the crowd boos as Randy Orton steps out onto the stage and looks down at the ring. He raises a mic as the music dies out
"Well, well, what have we here? Our newest edition to the roster is a hack."
the crowd boos Orton loudly, making him pause.
"You people can boo me all you want, but the fact is this latest signing was a waste of time and money. Our owner has signed a guy that has a lot of history with her family. And let me guess, you'll probably wind up next in line to challenge her brother for the world championship. Inevitably, she'll find some way to keep me away from Zarel and give you the shot, so that Zarel will get another easy title defense. So tell me, how much did she have to offer you to come here and be Zarel's whipping boy?"
Cartwright smirks at Ortons remarks.
"You sure have a chip on your shoulder, but then again you probably always have. God knows I would if I was the son of Roddy Pipers bit on the side!" He says slyly to laughs.
"You make this all sound like some sort of conspiracy against you Orton. Maybe you just aren't GOOD ENOUGH to be challenging Zarel. Maybe you don't DESERVE a shot. Hell, you're here to be MY whipping boy and if you don't like that, I suggest you come down here and do something about it!" The crowd cheers loudly as Cartwright makes the challenge to Orton!
Orton merely glares at Cartwright.
"I'm sure you think that you're little stab at my father will goad me into fighting it out with you right here tonight. But I don't fall for anyone's mind games. You want a fight, then you'll have to do it in the ring, in an official match. So, sorry, Carty, but you'll just have to wait."
The crowd booed Orton as it sounds like he is scared of facing Cartwright!
"Humph, we'll see about that!" Cartwright mutters into the mic, he then drops it, slides under the ropes and dashes towards Orton to cheers! Cart doesn't want to wait after this jerk interrupted him!
Orton backs up the ramp, not wanting to get into a confrontation, but Cartwright is too fast for him
Mike: It looks like the fight is on
Janelle: Don't know what the hell made Orton come out here. You'd think he'd get tired of getting his a** kicked.
Cartwright catches Orton with a few stiff chops across the chest and Orton reels, clutching his chest. He manages to come back with a knee to the gut, then a right to the forehead, knocking Cartwright back a few steps. Cartwright, however, uses this to his advantage and spears Orton right there on the stage
Mike: Oh, that had to hurt.
Janelle: No, it felt like landing on pillows. Moron.
Cartwright follows by delivering some rights to Orton while he's down. Orton manages to crawl out from under him, unconsciously heading for the ring in his bid to escape, but Cartwright keeps going after him. Orton gets to his feet and gets met with another chop. Orton staggers down to the ring and slides inside. Cartwright goes in after him and gets met with several stomps before getting to his feet. Orton follows with another sharp right to the forehead, then whips him across the ring. Cartwright bounces back, right into a standing dropkick to the jaw that knocks him back down.
Mike: Orton is fighting back
Janelle: Orton's no pushover. But one thing about Cartwright is he can take a beating. Orton might've made a mistake here tonight.
Orton begins stalking Cartwright, waiting for him to get up. Cartwright stands and Orton attempts to deliver his signature punt to the skull. Cartwright grabs his leg and trips him, then locks him in the figure four leglock. Orton screams in pain as the crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Mike: Cartwright has Orton locked in the figure four.
Janelle: Ha! Look at the moron tapping out, as if that's going to make Cartwright free him. This isn't a match, it's an unscheduled brawl.
Orton is indeed tapping furiously, but Cartwright doesn't release him. Orton pulls himself across the ring to the ropes, then pulls himself out of the ring, leaving Cartwright no choice but to release him or get pulled out of the ring with him. Orton gets to his feet, limping, and manages to get over the barricade into the crowd while Cartwright remains in the ring.
Cartwright picks up his mic as he watches Orton head for the back once again!
"Orton, what happened there.....was a quick demonstration.....of what I can do!" He gasped as the crowd cheered! He took out as much anger on Orton as possible right then!
"....Knowing you, you'll want revenge for that, so I hope you've reconsidered my offer earlier!" Could Cartwright's plan have worked? He had a devious smile on his face that is screaming 'sucker' at Orton!
Orton continues to head out through the crowd. Cartwright's music hits again as he watches Orton leave.
Mike: Orton didn't give a response. Is he refusing to face Cartwright?
Janelle: Orton may have just gotten his a** handed to him, and he may be somewhat cowardly, underhanded, and dirty, but I don't think he's refusing. Knowing Orton, Cartwright will get his answer, but Orton wants everything done on his terms.
Cartwright heads backstage as the show goes to commercial break
