Post by William James on Mar 17, 2010 3:34:00 GMT -5
After making his entrance, WJ grabs a mic,
and stands center ring to speak.
"So, here we have it...
Steel City Suicide 2010...
an Elimination Chamber match...
for the biggest prize in this company.
Finally the stage has been set...
and looking at the list of punks going in...
I'm clearly the favorite to win, like it or not.
I mean, look at who is in this match, really...
First, you got the AWF World Champion, Trip Acid...
this guy is so baked half the time,
it will be a wonder if he even shows up.
None the less..." WJ makes a check mark in the air
"I've beat him."
WJ smiles, and continues...
"Then we got Lino Coldheart...
good ol' Lino...
little history with that punk too..."
Another check mark...
"I've beat him."
WJ nods, and continues...
"Then we got Xplicit...
our history speaks for itself.
He's about the only one in this match tonight...
that deserves this title as much as I do...
but, it won't be on MY shot.
History will repeat itself..."
WJ smiles, and another check...
"I've beat him... and will do it again!"
WJ pauses to think a moment...
"Then, ah yes... Brandon Dubaine.
Somehow he got in...
guess it helps to be related to the boss, huh?
None the less, his debut match..."
WJ smirks, and another check...
"I beat him."
WJ pauses one last time...
"And finally, the wild card in this thing...
Shocka Zulu... or Papa Shugo... whatever the hell he calls himself.
Honestly, he's so far off my radar... I don't even know who he is.
Like Dubaine, he snuck his ass in this match somehow.
Boy thinks he has a chance in hell to win this?
Think again... and that goes for all of them tonight!
When it's all said and done...
William James will be the last man standing...
the man with his arm raised at the end of it all...
becoming the next, and greatest, AWF World Champion... EVER!"
WJ looks to the stage...
"So, you punks back there better get your game faces on...
ready or not... the 'Legend Killer' is coming for you...
one by one, you will all be sent to the 'Point of No Return'...
as I become what this company fears the most...
William James... AWF World Champion!
Choke that one down, bitches!"
WJ flips the mic to the mat, as his music begins to play.
He walks over to the ring post, and climbs to the top...
flipping a 'double bird' to the crowd, and steps down.
He rolls under the bottom rope, and heads back up the ramp,
and out of the arena, having said what he wanted to say.
-- END --
