Post by enyaw on Jun 21, 2009 17:24:02 GMT -5
The lights go out in the AWF arena, the crowd begin to wonder if something had happen or if this was just some kind of joke. The Titantron flickers and begins to reveal three silhouettes, the crowd realise that this is no joke. An evil laugh is heard from the speakers just as a large pryo goes off ,the tron begins to show the figures clearly and someone with a loud deep voice begins to speak.
“A new force has arrived here at AWF that Is greater than anything you may have witnessed before. We have been watching from afar, waiting for the right time to strike and claim our place among the greats .”
The tron clearly shows the three men in a dark room, one in a suit sitting at a table with a microphone in hand while the other two who are dressed in wrestling gear stand either side of him. The man on the left rubs the back of his fist, then pushes back his long hair be cautious not to rub off his white black and red face paint. The man on the left stands with his arms crossed, unlike his partner he wears little paint on his face and his hair is short and neatly cut.
“I am Warren Johnson , some of you may know me from my previous career as a professional boxer where I then went by the name Warren ‘Bad Boy’ Johnson, or even when I took up professional wrestling as Khaos. The reason why we are here is because AWF is plagued with weak and dishonourable individuals with no regards to the rules and no respect for the generation before them. 3 years ago I stepped down from wrestling to manage three individuals who I thought had potential to carry on my legacy. Today I have brought you two of them, the greatest tag team in the world today.” The man on the left moves closer, takes the microphone from Warren begins to speak…
“I Am Warhawk and this is my brother Tyrant, as you may know we have won various tag team and singles titles from different Efeds and promotions but never from a place like this. We are ready to give up our independent wrestling status to join AWF and take the AWF Tag Team titles for ourselves.” Warhawk steps back and hands Tyrant the Microphone.
“I guarantee that no one is better than the two of us standing right here, your promotion lacks tag team entertainment and we are here to give it to you whether you pricks like it or not” Tyrant slams the microphone on the table smirking and stroking his hair back, Warhawk steps closer to the camera as if he were examining it then turns away. In the space of a second he spins back round and red mist covers the screen then the lights turn back on.
“A new force has arrived here at AWF that Is greater than anything you may have witnessed before. We have been watching from afar, waiting for the right time to strike and claim our place among the greats .”
The tron clearly shows the three men in a dark room, one in a suit sitting at a table with a microphone in hand while the other two who are dressed in wrestling gear stand either side of him. The man on the left rubs the back of his fist, then pushes back his long hair be cautious not to rub off his white black and red face paint. The man on the left stands with his arms crossed, unlike his partner he wears little paint on his face and his hair is short and neatly cut.
“I am Warren Johnson , some of you may know me from my previous career as a professional boxer where I then went by the name Warren ‘Bad Boy’ Johnson, or even when I took up professional wrestling as Khaos. The reason why we are here is because AWF is plagued with weak and dishonourable individuals with no regards to the rules and no respect for the generation before them. 3 years ago I stepped down from wrestling to manage three individuals who I thought had potential to carry on my legacy. Today I have brought you two of them, the greatest tag team in the world today.” The man on the left moves closer, takes the microphone from Warren begins to speak…
“I Am Warhawk and this is my brother Tyrant, as you may know we have won various tag team and singles titles from different Efeds and promotions but never from a place like this. We are ready to give up our independent wrestling status to join AWF and take the AWF Tag Team titles for ourselves.” Warhawk steps back and hands Tyrant the Microphone.
“I guarantee that no one is better than the two of us standing right here, your promotion lacks tag team entertainment and we are here to give it to you whether you pricks like it or not” Tyrant slams the microphone on the table smirking and stroking his hair back, Warhawk steps closer to the camera as if he were examining it then turns away. In the space of a second he spins back round and red mist covers the screen then the lights turn back on.
