As [The Show Began/ Came Back From Commercial], the fans were treated to an empty ring and a blank 'tron, leaving them in silence for a full minute. As soon as the crowd became thoroughly confused, Powerman 5000's "Heroes and Villains" began to play through the sound system, grabbing a generous reaction from the fans, who knew who was about to make an appearance.
"Chip of the Block? Seems that I'm not
As good as I thought or as bad as you want.
The line has been drawn; What side are you on?
Try to do it right but everything is wrong.
Not one to leave an entrance hanging, The Good Guy, Brody Robinson stepped through the opening and onto the stage, grabbing another good reaction from the fans. It was somewhat difficult to know it was him though. His hair had grown out significantly since they had seen him last, enough to confuse a few of the fans. He had gone back to his rookie clothing, wearing the Bullseye proudly despite the tarnished look of the shirt. He took a quick look over the fans for a moment, before rubbing the his beard, contemplating the cheers he was getting. Nodding once with a smile on his face, he started forward down the ramp, slapping hands as he walked.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, Brody Robinson!
As he reached ringside, Brody picked up his pace and slid himself into the ring, before pushing himself back to his feet. He took a few steps towards the announcers table and called for a mic, which was quickly thrown to him. He grabbed it out of the air, and brought it to his mouth.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, a few nights ago, it occurred to me that I have some explaining to do. Before you groan and say something about this being boring, your likely to be right. Those of you at home, you guys can change the channel for a few minutes while I talk. As for those of you here tonight, this is probably a good time to use the bathroom or go get some extra snacks. I here one of the stalls near Hall E is having a sale on nachos."
Brody lowered the mic for a second to allow everyone to choose their next few minutes carefully. Before long, he lifted it once more.
"We good? Alright then. As many of you may have noticed, I have not been especially active lately. My last few matches have either turned out to complete wastes of time or I just didn't show up all together. This has no doubt annoyed some of you, and I apologize for it. Unfortunately, I don't have a good reason. I'd like to come out here and tell you that I had an injury and couldn't compete well, or that I had family business. But that would be a lie. I guess I just became complacent, bored with how my career was going. I've been the Derific champion for so long now that it's just dull to defend it. I've gotten so bad at this, that I missed a match with Mr. X, who I have the utmost respect for and wouldn't want to offend in any way. But there's really no way to defend my actions. So all I can say is, I'm Sorry. I apologize to Mr. X for skipping out on the match. I apologize to WWFG management for the blatant disregard of my employment. I apologize to every one of you, who tuned in to see a match and got nothing in return.
He stopped once again, giving everyone watching a quick moment to let what he said sink in. Whether they forgave him or not was irrelevant at the moment, and he wasn't about to ask them about it right now.
"Now, in response to my lack of work lately, I got an E-Mail this morning, telling me to show up tonight and come out to the ring. I assume it was from management, but I'm not 100% sure. But I'm here now, so I guess now is as good a time as any. So, anyone want to explain why I'm out here?
Turing to the stage, he lowered his mic and waited for someone, anyone, to make an appearance.
"Chip of the Block? Seems that I'm not
As good as I thought or as bad as you want.
The line has been drawn; What side are you on?
Try to do it right but everything is wrong.
Not one to leave an entrance hanging, The Good Guy, Brody Robinson stepped through the opening and onto the stage, grabbing another good reaction from the fans. It was somewhat difficult to know it was him though. His hair had grown out significantly since they had seen him last, enough to confuse a few of the fans. He had gone back to his rookie clothing, wearing the Bullseye proudly despite the tarnished look of the shirt. He took a quick look over the fans for a moment, before rubbing the his beard, contemplating the cheers he was getting. Nodding once with a smile on his face, he started forward down the ramp, slapping hands as he walked.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, Brody Robinson!
As he reached ringside, Brody picked up his pace and slid himself into the ring, before pushing himself back to his feet. He took a few steps towards the announcers table and called for a mic, which was quickly thrown to him. He grabbed it out of the air, and brought it to his mouth.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, a few nights ago, it occurred to me that I have some explaining to do. Before you groan and say something about this being boring, your likely to be right. Those of you at home, you guys can change the channel for a few minutes while I talk. As for those of you here tonight, this is probably a good time to use the bathroom or go get some extra snacks. I here one of the stalls near Hall E is having a sale on nachos."
Brody lowered the mic for a second to allow everyone to choose their next few minutes carefully. Before long, he lifted it once more.
"We good? Alright then. As many of you may have noticed, I have not been especially active lately. My last few matches have either turned out to complete wastes of time or I just didn't show up all together. This has no doubt annoyed some of you, and I apologize for it. Unfortunately, I don't have a good reason. I'd like to come out here and tell you that I had an injury and couldn't compete well, or that I had family business. But that would be a lie. I guess I just became complacent, bored with how my career was going. I've been the Derific champion for so long now that it's just dull to defend it. I've gotten so bad at this, that I missed a match with Mr. X, who I have the utmost respect for and wouldn't want to offend in any way. But there's really no way to defend my actions. So all I can say is, I'm Sorry. I apologize to Mr. X for skipping out on the match. I apologize to WWFG management for the blatant disregard of my employment. I apologize to every one of you, who tuned in to see a match and got nothing in return.
He stopped once again, giving everyone watching a quick moment to let what he said sink in. Whether they forgave him or not was irrelevant at the moment, and he wasn't about to ask them about it right now.
"Now, in response to my lack of work lately, I got an E-Mail this morning, telling me to show up tonight and come out to the ring. I assume it was from management, but I'm not 100% sure. But I'm here now, so I guess now is as good a time as any. So, anyone want to explain why I'm out here?
Turing to the stage, he lowered his mic and waited for someone, anyone, to make an appearance.
