"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:01 pm
As the show moved on, the crowd was suddenly brought to a hush as the lights were brought down dim and the arena was filled with the sound of Survival by eminem.
"This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So take it all"
"Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, ******** acronym Cut the ******** act like you're happy, I'm ******** back again With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end? It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause
This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So take it a-a-a-a-aa-all!!"
As Arson made his way out from the back, the look on his face oozed confidence as he paused on the ramp, throwing his arms up to the sides and flexing to show off his picture perfect physique, much to the displeasure of the fans, who booed Jack for his arrogance. The jeers would fall on deaf ears as Jack had his mind set on one thing, retribution for his brothers stupidity costing him his spot in the tournament, and a loss to a man with half of his level of talent, that no good piece of s**t Ardomis. As his music continued, Arson would start down the ramp to the ring.
Ring Announcer- "The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, the Colossus who stands 6 foot 8 inches tall and weighs in at a dominating 320 pounds. From Chicago, Illinois, the one and only ONE MAN WRECKING CREW....JACK AAAAARSON!!!!!!"
"I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed up, and kinda blood-bathed I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this ******** and if I don't make the cut What, like I give a ********, I'mma light this b***h up like I'm driving a truck To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself With a ******** knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt! Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut It's survival of what?"
Arson would come to the ringside area, wasting little time sliding into the ring and rolling up to his feet, then making his way to the turnbuckle and climbing up onto the second rope. He would survey the crowd as he raised his right arm into the air, still receiving a lot of heat from the fans but would respond to it with nothing more then a smile, Arson could care less what these people thought of him, he was here to win gold and hurt as many people as he could in the process...just because he took a loss after boasting a year long undefeated streak doesn't mean anything Jack was hell bent on clawing his way to the top of this place, and he was prepared to prove it with a win here against the up and co er Ben Lord tonight. Arson would then jump off the turnbuckle, turning to face the entrance ramp as he awaited his victim, while his music played out.
"So get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and s**t Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick I don't do this music s**t, I lose my s**t Ain't got s**t to lose, it's the moment of truth It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit! So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades So you better trade your ******** mics in for some tool-box-es Cause you'll never take my pride from me It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe Cause this is something that I must use to succeed And if you don't like me then ******** you! Self esteem must be ******** shooting through-the-roof cause trust me My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me I can see why the ******** I disgust you I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve!"
Arson would reach out to the sound man, asking for a microphone as he would be handed one quickly by the closest roadie. He was clearly irrate about the loss he suffered at the hands of Ardomis, a man whose only talent was being just another muscle bound freak. Arson would raise the mic and speak out into the crowd:
"Matt Shanahan, pay close ******** attention to what I'm about to say......" Arson would pause for a brief second. "Pay attention because what I am about to say is probably going to change your perception of me just a little bit. I think that you, like a lot of other people around here think that just because I lost last week, that you can count me out and maybe I am just another loud mouth who can't deliver. I could come out here and say that Ardomis got lucky, that it was a fluke that this guy won, but it would all be a heap of bullshit. I lost, and because I lost I am now out of the Sanguine Invitational. But, there is a kicker...because good old Matt boy decided that he's gonna let two people back into this tournament. I'm here to tell the God of Punks, or is it Corporate Storm...Hell I don't Care Either Way so long as Shanahan realizes that if he doesn't give me my shot at redemption...then I can't be held accountable for my actions. Now bring this b***h out...I'm ready to make a damn statement!!!"
The lights shut off and the arena is left in pitch black, only lit by the occasional camera flash, when, out of nowhere, the lights flash in rhythm to the first two notes of Super Rad! by The Aquabats. the lights come on as the song plays and the jumbotron shows images of glass fluorescent bulbs and barb wires, then a tall Ben Lord, wearing a Red shirt with "BBW" across the chest and "Mr. Hardcore" across the back as well as jeans, boots, and tape around his hands walks onto the ramp holding a glass fluorescent bulb in one hand, he looks around and smiles before raising the pipe bulb in the air and smiling. he walked down the ramp, hi-fiving fans with his free hand and still holding his signature weapon in the air with the other. he walked up the steps and through the ropes before leaning on the ropes and waiting for the match to begin.
Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 11:47 pm
Arson would step to center ring staring down his opponent as he awaited him to make the first move.
Ben stepped forward and held his hand out for a handshake before the match ensued.
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:46 pm
the study of wumbo
A handshake?? Who was dumb enough to try and shake hands with the 320 pound One Man Wrecking Crew...well nevermind because young Ben was about to receive a lesson as to why no one in this industry cared much for him and he would look to start by delivering a hard kick to the stomach. If he was able to double Ben over he would quickly look to follow up the kick with a double under hook DDT.
Th kick hit Ben hard in the stomach and he stumbled back. But he moved out of the way and behind his opponent before the DDT could connect. "Don't go stealing one of my signature's dude." Ben looked around at his surroundings before snapping his attention back to his opponent, raising his hand and giving him the "C'mere" hand motion
Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 8:42 pm
(We have the same signature..hmm)
Arson was almost impressed with the quickness of Ben, pair that with the fact that the young gun just waved in a 300 pounder and you have one hell of a combination. Arson was not one to deny people punishment, especially when they were so eager to receive it, so he would raise his hands up before moving in to deliver a hard right hook to the skull. Should Ben try ducking the hook, Arson would have a left cross with his name written all over it.
Ben dodged the right hook but the cross hit him hard and he stumbled back into the ropes. he quickly regained his composure and looked back at Arson with his trademark cheesy grin. "Your gonna have to try harder than that big guy."
Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:20 pm
What a cocky little ******** this guy was. To think Arson was someone to joke around with was going to prove to be foolish, as Arson would look to take a quick step forward before delivering a monstrous kick to the front of Bens kneecap, quickly looking to follow by trying to pull Ben down and connect with a pair of clubbing blows to the spine.
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