Halfway through the show, the crowd is brought to a hush as the lights are dimmed down to a red and black glow. Silence continues for a few seconds before the PA system is filled with the voice of Morgan Freeman, whose words fill the arena like the smell of cinnamon when you wake up in the morning to some awesome oatmeal....because who doesn't love a good bowl of oatmeal right?
"It has been told that the greatest weapon one can utilize in a battle between two men, is the mind of one's opponent. If you can put yourself into their thoughts, then the battle is halfway won. Since his debut, there has been a man who has pushed the envelope with several people. This same man has victimized several people, and even went as far as to assault a Grammy Award winning R&B singer. He has made it his M.O. to destroy everything that steps into his path, and up until last week, this man, the self proclaimed...One Man Wrecking Crew, was made himself into a victim at the hands of Alastor Adonlin, a man who now refuses to face the consequences of doing so. So what becomes of this man, who now has severely bruised and nearly broken ribs, as well as a deep laceration he sustained by basically impaling himself into a lead pipe during a confrontation that ended with this man doing his best trying to hold off 3 men? Well ladies and Gentlemen I think there is only one person who can answer that, and that one man is...."
The lights now go completely black and the voice of Mr. Freeman echoes off as he was replaced very quickly with the echo of a tune that several people in the back probably expected they would not be hearing this week.
"This is survival of the fittest, This is do or die, This is the winner takes it all, So take it all."
"
Confusion would begin to enter the arena as just as quickly as it faded in, the arena went silent once again...until:
"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"
...And once again, just a snippet of an introduction. The confusion was beginning to mount when suddenly the song would shift:
"Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you..
'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, eh
This is my legacy, legacy, eh
There's no guarantee,
It's not up to me,
You can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy"
Again, the music would cut out and shift,
"Everybody want the key and the secret to true
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
and did nothing but shoot for the moon since
Bitches get taken to school with my bruteness
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
Now I lead a New School full of students."
And finally it would cut back to the original track, with Jack finally making his way out from the back, looking severely beat up following his efforts in the backstage war going south. He came to the center of the stage and paused, clutching his sledgehammer as he looked out into the crowd:
Jack was clearly hurt, and probably shouldn't even be here but here he stood, 310 pounds of a hurt giant, looking even more pissed off then usual as he slowly walked down the ramp, holding his stomach with his free hand as he made his way down the ramp. Jack would make his way over to the stairs and would pause for a moment, before slowly making his way up each stair, with every impact of his boot with steel causing a surge of pain to roll through his whole body. He would walk along the ring apron slowly, placing his hammer on the inside of the ring, before slowly climbing under the second rope and straightening his back, which sent another surge of pain through his body.
Jack would look to make his way over grabbing a mic from the sound guy, and would pace the ring for a moment. reaching out for his hammer which he took back into his free hand again. He would lift it slowly and rest it on his shoulder, cringing slightly from the impact of the hammer with his shoulder. As the camera panned in, a good shot could be taken of the laceration across Arson's chest from the lead pipe...the same chest that was stomped on and heavily bruised following the war. Jack would pause for a moment before raising the mic to his mouth, and beginning to speak.
"You know, usually I am out here in a whole lot better mood then I am right now, but hey I know everyone here is probably pretty excited at the thought that I was expected to be taking some time off....to heal. Time off to heal, and to refocus myself following being derailed by Alastor last week...because word in the back is he isn't going to face me...which is fine if he is the kind of guy who makes his name by dishing out but never receiving, then maybe it isn't me that is the rapist is it? But that is irrelevant, cowards are beneath me and not another syllable will be wasted beating that dead horse, I came out here for one reason...to do something that I don't ordinarily do..."
Jack would pause for a second, before closing his eyes and muttering 6 words in a very soft tone.
"...I came out here to apologize."
WHAT?!?! Jack Arson was out here, heavily bandaged and clearly delusional because he is standing in the center of the ring stringing together words that confuse everyone in attendance considering who they are coming from....what on Earth is Jack Arson doing out here apologizing?
"That's right, I came out here to apologize to each and every one of you here tonight because I have spent this entire year, not only disappointing each and every one of you by not being able to pick up a single win in 2014 yet...I have been disappointing myself because I have allowed everyone in the back to make a laughingstock out of me for far too long, but no more. I stand here in the center of this ring, dressed to compete...and cleared by my own personal doctor for action here tonight...with a challenge. A Challenge for anyone in the back, whether they be booked or not, to come out here and try and finish what 3 men couldn't last week...I want someone out here who maybe can actually finish the job....someone who may have been too much of a p***y to face me at 100% but may feel a little more confident given the circumstances...but be warned, I wouldn't be out here if I was worried for my health, so who is it gonna be??? Anyone back there got the balls to come out here and face me instead of running their mouth in the back about me??? Anyone....Anyone? Don't worry folks, I can wait, I've got nowhere to be anyway..."
Jack would lower the mic and look down the ramp, who...if anyone would come out and face Arson...who looked to be ripe for the picking here, one really has to question the logic of the O.M.W.C.
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"It has been told that the greatest weapon one can utilize in a battle between two men, is the mind of one's opponent. If you can put yourself into their thoughts, then the battle is halfway won. Since his debut, there has been a man who has pushed the envelope with several people. This same man has victimized several people, and even went as far as to assault a Grammy Award winning R&B singer. He has made it his M.O. to destroy everything that steps into his path, and up until last week, this man, the self proclaimed...One Man Wrecking Crew, was made himself into a victim at the hands of Alastor Adonlin, a man who now refuses to face the consequences of doing so. So what becomes of this man, who now has severely bruised and nearly broken ribs, as well as a deep laceration he sustained by basically impaling himself into a lead pipe during a confrontation that ended with this man doing his best trying to hold off 3 men? Well ladies and Gentlemen I think there is only one person who can answer that, and that one man is...."
The lights now go completely black and the voice of Mr. Freeman echoes off as he was replaced very quickly with the echo of a tune that several people in the back probably expected they would not be hearing this week.
"This is survival of the fittest, This is do or die, This is the winner takes it all, So take it all."
"
Confusion would begin to enter the arena as just as quickly as it faded in, the arena went silent once again...until:
"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"
...And once again, just a snippet of an introduction. The confusion was beginning to mount when suddenly the song would shift:
"Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you..
'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, eh
This is my legacy, legacy, eh
There's no guarantee,
It's not up to me,
You can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy"
Again, the music would cut out and shift,
"Everybody want the key and the secret to true
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
and did nothing but shoot for the moon since
Bitches get taken to school with my bruteness
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
Now I lead a New School full of students."
And finally it would cut back to the original track, with Jack finally making his way out from the back, looking severely beat up following his efforts in the backstage war going south. He came to the center of the stage and paused, clutching his sledgehammer as he looked out into the crowd:
Jack was clearly hurt, and probably shouldn't even be here but here he stood, 310 pounds of a hurt giant, looking even more pissed off then usual as he slowly walked down the ramp, holding his stomach with his free hand as he made his way down the ramp. Jack would make his way over to the stairs and would pause for a moment, before slowly making his way up each stair, with every impact of his boot with steel causing a surge of pain to roll through his whole body. He would walk along the ring apron slowly, placing his hammer on the inside of the ring, before slowly climbing under the second rope and straightening his back, which sent another surge of pain through his body.
Jack would look to make his way over grabbing a mic from the sound guy, and would pace the ring for a moment. reaching out for his hammer which he took back into his free hand again. He would lift it slowly and rest it on his shoulder, cringing slightly from the impact of the hammer with his shoulder. As the camera panned in, a good shot could be taken of the laceration across Arson's chest from the lead pipe...the same chest that was stomped on and heavily bruised following the war. Jack would pause for a moment before raising the mic to his mouth, and beginning to speak.
"You know, usually I am out here in a whole lot better mood then I am right now, but hey I know everyone here is probably pretty excited at the thought that I was expected to be taking some time off....to heal. Time off to heal, and to refocus myself following being derailed by Alastor last week...because word in the back is he isn't going to face me...which is fine if he is the kind of guy who makes his name by dishing out but never receiving, then maybe it isn't me that is the rapist is it? But that is irrelevant, cowards are beneath me and not another syllable will be wasted beating that dead horse, I came out here for one reason...to do something that I don't ordinarily do..."
Jack would pause for a second, before closing his eyes and muttering 6 words in a very soft tone.
"...I came out here to apologize."
WHAT?!?! Jack Arson was out here, heavily bandaged and clearly delusional because he is standing in the center of the ring stringing together words that confuse everyone in attendance considering who they are coming from....what on Earth is Jack Arson doing out here apologizing?
"That's right, I came out here to apologize to each and every one of you here tonight because I have spent this entire year, not only disappointing each and every one of you by not being able to pick up a single win in 2014 yet...I have been disappointing myself because I have allowed everyone in the back to make a laughingstock out of me for far too long, but no more. I stand here in the center of this ring, dressed to compete...and cleared by my own personal doctor for action here tonight...with a challenge. A Challenge for anyone in the back, whether they be booked or not, to come out here and try and finish what 3 men couldn't last week...I want someone out here who maybe can actually finish the job....someone who may have been too much of a p***y to face me at 100% but may feel a little more confident given the circumstances...but be warned, I wouldn't be out here if I was worried for my health, so who is it gonna be??? Anyone back there got the balls to come out here and face me instead of running their mouth in the back about me??? Anyone....Anyone? Don't worry folks, I can wait, I've got nowhere to be anyway..."
Jack would lower the mic and look down the ramp, who...if anyone would come out and face Arson...who looked to be ripe for the picking here, one really has to question the logic of the O.M.W.C.
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