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 Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 8:47 am
The lights go out and lightning sound effects are heard throughout the arena. The titantron high above the ring shows the outline of a girl's face. She begins to speak, "People once believed that when someone dies a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead... but sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Sometimes, just sometimes... the crow can bring that soul back to put things right..." the voice fades. A familiar voice echoes through the arena, "...things can never be right, without a hero," the crowd cheers wildly, "... Riddle me this, riddle me that, whose afriad of the big black bat? IT'S SHOWTIME FOLKS!!!" The lights cut back on as Seek and Destroy by: Metallica begins to play. The crowd is going nuts at this point. Sting is seen on the stage as he makes his way down to the ring. He is in his face-paint, trench coat, and carrying his bat that he is doing the "wolfpac point" to fans with. He steps into the ring and pulls a mis up to his lips as the music fades out.  "Wooooooooo!" The crowd woos too, "Ya see, for too long the stinger has laid dormant. I've sat at home and watched this WECW, I've seen familiar faces... like Rob Van Dam, Raven, Vampiro, and AJ. Then I saw this new group of vigilantes. I saw Born 2 Die," the crowd cheers (as they are in Detroit), "You see, B2D has been taking matters into their own hands and they reminded me of this young guy with blonde hair, this guy who took the world by storm by beating on guys like Ric Flair, Vader, and Hogan. But, something kept clicking in the back of my head that said 'Yo stinger, get your a** to WECW and see what these kids got!" The crowd begins to cheer, "So right now, I want to call out one man... and I want him to come down here alone and look me in the eye like a man, the ring leader of this gang.... Killa-Mo!" the crowd cheers.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 12:33 pm
*Theatre of Creeps by Circle Of Tyrants blares in the arena* Circle Of Tyrants,
Circle Of Tyrants,
Attack you like the "Dawn Of The Dead". the enterance is still shown with nobody showing. I send you all to Satan, send you to the Devil decapitated,
Splattered, degraded, rather amazing manners of hatred manifestation,
The cannibal data-related to random standards of ********' faggots stabbed in they faces,
Buckets of acid, hitchike with truckers in traffic,
I'm stuck on a path where the outcome is nothing but tragic,
My outer appearance is nothing but average,
Inside of my brain structure, the primary function is madness,
Torture these chambers, puttin' blow torches to faces,
Corpses in my basement, torsos are my favorite,
Autopsy's invigerating, killing you is refreshing and liberating,
Playing with the dead is extensively tittelating,
Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty,
Sell you on the black market in pieces to anybody who pays me,
Limited quantity, culinary sodomy,
Unique cuisine, delicacy, the ultimate in quality.  Killa-mo walks to the ring alone with a mic in his hand while carrying the WECW Hardcore 24/7 Belt spreypainted with "B2D" on it. the Crowd chant's "B2D" as he walks into the ring. he looks at sting and waits for a reason to start speaking and lights a cigarette.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 2:30 pm
Sting is sporting a trademark sinister smirk. He eyes Killa-Mo up and down, "I've seen everything there is to see in this world. I've been on top," the crowd cheers, "...and I've hit rock bottom. In all these years I've never seen anything like B2D." He stops and allows the crowd to chant *B2D*
Announcer: Whats he talking about?
Announcer 2: Let the man finish...
"But do you know what I haven't seen?" there is a long silence, "A wrestling move. I've seen you take out a lot of cats over the years, but I'm not impressed by how much you can beat someone with a chair.... and I know, coming from Sting, a guy who has run around with a ball bat since the 90s shouldn't be preaching... but I have proven myself in this ring... time after time after time after time AFTER TIME!" the crowd cheers *YOU STILL GOT IT* "They're right, I still got it Mo.... the question is..." he points his baseball bat at him, "Do you got it?" the crowd cheers, "Killa-Mo, I want one thing... you and Sting, mano y mano!" The crowd erupts in cheers.
Announcer: And the challenge has been made!
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 2:48 pm
Killa-mo throws the cigarette out and grabs his mic
Killa-mo: first off. I've respected the hell outta everything u've given to this business in your 30 plus years and there's always been one thing you've been able to do that hogan and flair could not..and that's stay one step ahead of the curve. When the business was switching to the extreme thanks to ECW. u followed suit..When an attitude started to show....you joined in on the action..I got nothing bad to say about you at all.
The Crowd cheers and claps as a chant for sting starts "YOU'RE A LEGEND" fill the building
Killa-mo: However...
Nick: however what punk?
Kevin: Shut up Nick Killa-mo's the man.
Killa-mo: you just offended me saying i don't know any wrestling moves..that's low even for a legend. "The Crowd stops and a small matter of boo's hit the arena towards killa-mo" I think maybe the old age has caught up with you...You want me in a wrestling match? u got it..next week i'll answer your challenge....on one condition.
Kevin: This is why i say Killa-mo's like Joe Stallen..dictators rule any negotiations
Nick: Killa-mo's a god damn scumbag.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 3:23 pm
Sting looks around at the crowd and he pulls the mic. up to his lips, "Sting plays by no man's rules.... but if you got a condition, lets hear it out. Then maybe.....MAYBE, I'll accept."
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 6:21 pm
Killa-mo smirks
Killa-mo: We'll see after our match.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 6:57 pm
Sting points the baseball bat again. He is smirking his sinister smirk. The crowd is going crazy expecting him to hit him, "Just remember son, the only thing thats for sure about Sting...is nothing's for sure." The crowd goes crazy as he drops the mic. He then takes a step forward then tosses the bat to Killa-Mo and hops out of the ring.
Announcer: What was that?
Announcer 2: Its Sting, who ever knows what he's thinking?
Sting walks up the ramp as his theme plays. Fans are touching his shoulder as he walks up the ramp and backstage.
((Nice mic. work man, match should be fun))
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:06 pm
Killa-mo heads to the back
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