Out of nowhere a clash of two guitars and drums attacked the PA as "Slipknot-People Equal s**t" began to play. As the screaming began Saminoz walked out to the top of the Ramp with his blood red bandanna and pants.
"Come on!"
He looked at the crowed with a very angry look on his face. Though the fans were cheering he was not, not in the least bit. There was something on his mind.
"Here we go again mother ********!"
Red and white fireworks shot up into the rafters sounding as if a cannon had gone off inside the arena. Saminoz started walking down the entrance ramp past the fans, in no mood to meet new faces.
"Come on down and see the idiot right here! Too ******** to beg and not afraid to care! What's the matter with calamity anyways? Right? Get the ******** out of my face!"
Walking over to the the stairs he angrily punched the steel step in frustration before regaining his temper as walking up the steps and entering the ring.
"Understand that I can't feel anything, It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay I feel like a would, like I got a ********' gun against my head, You live when I'm dead!"
There was already a mic in the middle of the ring, as he picked it up and the music began to fade away.
At first no words were spoken as Saminoz just stared at the ground hearing the mixed reactions at his behavior. After the noise began to die down, he raised his head and brought the mic to his lips.
"For those of you who don't know me or simply FORGOTTEN me, I wouldn't be surprised if you did, my name is Saminoz."
There were many cheers throughout the arena but quickly subsided waiting for what he had to say next.
"Now if I had come out here a month and a half I would be happy about my seating in ICW. I had three good matches in back to back weeks, two that happened in the same night!"
The Fans thought back to the two matches with Jigsaw and the brutal match with J-dogg, Silver, and Arrgon cheering at the good memory.
"Then out of the blue for NO reason I get benched, thrown out of the cycle!"
The fans booed heavily, but he raised his hand to bring silence.
"But hey, hey! I was pretty upset at what happened but I could bare it! I Personally talked to management requesting a match again hoping for better luck. But at this Pay Per View where am I? I'm not lacing up the boots or preparing myself mentally for a match! Again I am sidelined, simply dis-regarded!"
The fans again booed at the truth Saminoz had spoken. "MR.TLC" turned to the camera that circled the arena. He hoped to show management he was serious.
" You have had two chances to book me! You've failed! You're on strike two! This is THE ULTIMATUM! If you don't fix stuff around here, I will!"
An uproar of cheering bursted as the fans nearly drowned out Saminoz's talking.
"Your about to experience the full wrath of a pissed off superstar, DON'T TAKE THIS HEAD ON COLLISION!!"
The lights went out and by time they came back, Saminoz was gone but the point remained as the fans continued to cheer.
"Come on!"
He looked at the crowed with a very angry look on his face. Though the fans were cheering he was not, not in the least bit. There was something on his mind.
"Here we go again mother ********!"
Red and white fireworks shot up into the rafters sounding as if a cannon had gone off inside the arena. Saminoz started walking down the entrance ramp past the fans, in no mood to meet new faces.
"Come on down and see the idiot right here! Too ******** to beg and not afraid to care! What's the matter with calamity anyways? Right? Get the ******** out of my face!"
Walking over to the the stairs he angrily punched the steel step in frustration before regaining his temper as walking up the steps and entering the ring.
"Understand that I can't feel anything, It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay I feel like a would, like I got a ********' gun against my head, You live when I'm dead!"
There was already a mic in the middle of the ring, as he picked it up and the music began to fade away.
At first no words were spoken as Saminoz just stared at the ground hearing the mixed reactions at his behavior. After the noise began to die down, he raised his head and brought the mic to his lips.
"For those of you who don't know me or simply FORGOTTEN me, I wouldn't be surprised if you did, my name is Saminoz."
There were many cheers throughout the arena but quickly subsided waiting for what he had to say next.
"Now if I had come out here a month and a half I would be happy about my seating in ICW. I had three good matches in back to back weeks, two that happened in the same night!"
The Fans thought back to the two matches with Jigsaw and the brutal match with J-dogg, Silver, and Arrgon cheering at the good memory.
"Then out of the blue for NO reason I get benched, thrown out of the cycle!"
The fans booed heavily, but he raised his hand to bring silence.
"But hey, hey! I was pretty upset at what happened but I could bare it! I Personally talked to management requesting a match again hoping for better luck. But at this Pay Per View where am I? I'm not lacing up the boots or preparing myself mentally for a match! Again I am sidelined, simply dis-regarded!"
The fans again booed at the truth Saminoz had spoken. "MR.TLC" turned to the camera that circled the arena. He hoped to show management he was serious.
" You have had two chances to book me! You've failed! You're on strike two! This is THE ULTIMATUM! If you don't fix stuff around here, I will!"
An uproar of cheering bursted as the fans nearly drowned out Saminoz's talking.
"Your about to experience the full wrath of a pissed off superstar, DON'T TAKE THIS HEAD ON COLLISION!!"
The lights went out and by time they came back, Saminoz was gone but the point remained as the fans continued to cheer.
