”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 of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro erupts from the base of the titantron, sending a shower of sparks onto the steel ramp below. The sparks are suddenly broken as Saint Joey leaps through the centre, protected from the sparks by a mask, hovering in the air! Smoke pours from his back, out of two pipes. He appears to be wearing some sort of jet pack. A spotlight shines down on him as he raises his sceptre above his head, before gently floating down. The pack detaches from his back, and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
He bounces on his toes as he looks down, before raising his head and stretching his arms out wide in a crucifix shape, to a roar from the crowd.
The spotlight is still shining over him as he grins, before a sudden flash of light fills the arena with a bright, warm white light.
He runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He slides for a second before pushing himself to his feet, grin still in tact, and heads to the far turnbuckle. He jumps to the second rope, putting his hand over his eyes, looking over the audience as he takes off the mask.
He reaches to the side, motioning his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, asking the ring-side crew to hand him a microphone, so he may beseach his words of wisdom on the audience.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Tramps and Harlots... You are in for a special treat tonight. Not ONLY... do you witness the return of the ONE, and ONLY... Saint Joey... But, you are lucky enough to be seated in this HALLOWED HALL in the presence of the patron Saint of Joedaia, to hear a reading from... the first book of Joedaia!
Written by the four chosen ones, Joseph, Joey, Joe, and Jose, this book has in it... ALL the teachings of Joedaia, knowledge which has made me inserpassable, in both life outside... and inside of the ring! Now..."
The lights dimmed to an eerie darkness, as a book slowly lowered in front of him, from strings high in the rafters. It lowered in front of him, illuminated by a single spotlight, until he reached out and held it. The strings set alight, quickly blazing skywards, and the lights quickly flashed back on.
"Ahem... Now, listen to this...
... Actually... No.
Forget it.
There's nothing to hear here.
Nothing that you people DESERVE to hear.
This book is above you, as I am. You think that every mortal man and harlot deserves the knowledge of a Saint? No. You don't!"
The crowd boo Joey for the first time in Twisted Flow. Suited to the name, Joey chuckles.
"There is only one man who is worthy of this knowledge, and the holder of his own. He, and I, will take hold of Twisted Flow, and twist it to our means! Tramps, harlots, my tag team partner in this disgusting, misguided federation of evil... I give to you..."
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 of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro erupts from the base of the titantron, sending a shower of sparks onto the steel ramp below. The sparks are suddenly broken as Saint Joey leaps through the centre, protected from the sparks by a mask, hovering in the air! Smoke pours from his back, out of two pipes. He appears to be wearing some sort of jet pack. A spotlight shines down on him as he raises his sceptre above his head, before gently floating down. The pack detaches from his back, and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
He bounces on his toes as he looks down, before raising his head and stretching his arms out wide in a crucifix shape, to a roar from the crowd.
The spotlight is still shining over him as he grins, before a sudden flash of light fills the arena with a bright, warm white light.
He runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He slides for a second before pushing himself to his feet, grin still in tact, and heads to the far turnbuckle. He jumps to the second rope, putting his hand over his eyes, looking over the audience as he takes off the mask.
He reaches to the side, motioning his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, asking the ring-side crew to hand him a microphone, so he may beseach his words of wisdom on the audience.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Tramps and Harlots... You are in for a special treat tonight. Not ONLY... do you witness the return of the ONE, and ONLY... Saint Joey... But, you are lucky enough to be seated in this HALLOWED HALL in the presence of the patron Saint of Joedaia, to hear a reading from... the first book of Joedaia!
Written by the four chosen ones, Joseph, Joey, Joe, and Jose, this book has in it... ALL the teachings of Joedaia, knowledge which has made me inserpassable, in both life outside... and inside of the ring! Now..."
The lights dimmed to an eerie darkness, as a book slowly lowered in front of him, from strings high in the rafters. It lowered in front of him, illuminated by a single spotlight, until he reached out and held it. The strings set alight, quickly blazing skywards, and the lights quickly flashed back on.
"Ahem... Now, listen to this...
... Actually... No.
Forget it.
There's nothing to hear here.
Nothing that you people DESERVE to hear.
This book is above you, as I am. You think that every mortal man and harlot deserves the knowledge of a Saint? No. You don't!"
The crowd boo Joey for the first time in Twisted Flow. Suited to the name, Joey chuckles.
"There is only one man who is worthy of this knowledge, and the holder of his own. He, and I, will take hold of Twisted Flow, and twist it to our means! Tramps, harlots, my tag team partner in this disgusting, misguided federation of evil... I give to you..."
