Post by donzig on Mar 30, 2008 13:08:19 GMT -5
Inside the Harris Arena, the fans came to their feet as Mudvayne thundered across the speakers. And Donzig stormed from the back with a shrug of leather clad shoulders, rolling them before he spat. His eyes moved over the crowd, and he shook his head before he started for the ring.
He slid inside, walking back and forth before he called for a mic. And he waved his hand, looking around with a smirk before he lifted his mic. "Aside from some confusion as to how a calendar works! Despite the fact that several former World Champions, and rising Superstars have threatened to lay siege to my birthright, to my destiny! And despite the fact some guy who really likes Kyle Heaven's kool aid thinks I am the Devil!"
Donzig paused, rubbing his chin before he shrugged. "Well, you know Anthony Jordan called that one almost two years ago."
The fans cheered, and Donzig walked back and forth before he raked a hand through his hair. Then he held up a hand, shaking his head. "Out of all these men, there is only one that I haven't beaten, there is one man who I have yet to face in singles competition! And that man is Jonas Lee!"
The fans booed, jeering the Chosen One as Donzig nodded with a snort. "Ah, well, Jonas time has fucking run out. And that means you're fucking dead man walking, because whenever that show is! Whenever the Tournament starts? I am going to end you once and for all, you overrated catch phrase spewing finishing move stealing pretend Champion over-merchandised piece of shit!"
The fans exploded at that, giving voice to their hatred as Donzig snarled. He stalked back and forth, shaking his head before he spat angrily. "Now get your ass down to this ring, Jonas Wee! And face your maker!"
The fans cheered, and Donzig turned to glare at the ramp.
My name is Jonas
I'm carrying the wheel
Thanks for all you've shown us
But this is how we feel
Come sit next to me
Pour yourself some tea
Just like grandma made
When we couldn't find sleep
Things were better then
Once but never again
We've all left the den
Let me tell you 'bout it
The choo-choo train left right on time
A ticket costs only your mind
The driver said, 'Hey man, we go all the way'
Of course we were willing to pay.....
And the fans were confused, and the a figure ran from the entrance ramp. Of course, that figure was about three and a half feet tall wearing a huge afro wig. It ran, well waddled back and forth the entrance ramp before it started down the ramp.
Donzig laughed, roaring with amusement as the fans were rolling in the aisles. He wiped at an eye, shaking his head as the midget Jonas displayed a huge CWA World Heavyweight Title belt that nearly slid from his waist.
Then he climbed into the ring, nearly tripping over the ropes. Donzig shook his head, pacing back and forth before a hand was waved. Jonas Wee pulled himself upright, looking around from under that massive afro before he spoke. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayum.'
Donzig grunted, rubbing his chin. "Well, I knew that was coming."
He paused, counting off with his fingers as the midget held up his belt as he lifted his own mic again. "Asspony!"
Donzig snapped his fingers, turning to regard him. "Right on cue, that was amazing timing, little man! Listen though, you do know with Anthony Jordan, MJW, myself, and Croc in the title hunt that your days are numbered? That there is no way anyone is going to hand you another title run?"
Jonas Wee looked down at his belt, looking very sad under his afro before the mic was brought up. "Dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyum, Homie."
"Indeed." Donzig nodded, shrugging as he paced back and forth. "Maybe if we gave you some Lee-way, you might pull something out. But I want you to know, you are the only one in the tournament I plan on taking out! And I am so very fucking determined."
The fans cheered, and Donzig winked. Jonas Wee, nearly fell as he stepped forward and the belt slid down again. He fumbled for it, dragging it upwards as he looked around. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayum! Asspony."
Donzig tsked. "As always the very cup of promo gold, I mean what can I do to compete against such stellar work! How can I overcome the intimidation of someone yelling 'Damn' in a retarded accent into a mic! Think Croc will loan me his midget?"
Jonas Wee blinked, looking crestfallen as his head bowed which almost made the wig fall off. And then he tugged on the title belt, looking up with that sad look. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayum, Homie."
Donzig shrugged. "Yeah, that was below the belt. Which reminds me whatever happened to Fabulous Frankie?"
Jonas Wee thought for a moment, then lifted the mic. "Asspony."
"Yeah, I figured that."
He slid inside, walking back and forth before he called for a mic. And he waved his hand, looking around with a smirk before he lifted his mic. "Aside from some confusion as to how a calendar works! Despite the fact that several former World Champions, and rising Superstars have threatened to lay siege to my birthright, to my destiny! And despite the fact some guy who really likes Kyle Heaven's kool aid thinks I am the Devil!"
Donzig paused, rubbing his chin before he shrugged. "Well, you know Anthony Jordan called that one almost two years ago."
The fans cheered, and Donzig walked back and forth before he raked a hand through his hair. Then he held up a hand, shaking his head. "Out of all these men, there is only one that I haven't beaten, there is one man who I have yet to face in singles competition! And that man is Jonas Lee!"
The fans booed, jeering the Chosen One as Donzig nodded with a snort. "Ah, well, Jonas time has fucking run out. And that means you're fucking dead man walking, because whenever that show is! Whenever the Tournament starts? I am going to end you once and for all, you overrated catch phrase spewing finishing move stealing pretend Champion over-merchandised piece of shit!"
The fans exploded at that, giving voice to their hatred as Donzig snarled. He stalked back and forth, shaking his head before he spat angrily. "Now get your ass down to this ring, Jonas Wee! And face your maker!"
The fans cheered, and Donzig turned to glare at the ramp.
My name is Jonas
I'm carrying the wheel
Thanks for all you've shown us
But this is how we feel
Come sit next to me
Pour yourself some tea
Just like grandma made
When we couldn't find sleep
Things were better then
Once but never again
We've all left the den
Let me tell you 'bout it
The choo-choo train left right on time
A ticket costs only your mind
The driver said, 'Hey man, we go all the way'
Of course we were willing to pay.....
And the fans were confused, and the a figure ran from the entrance ramp. Of course, that figure was about three and a half feet tall wearing a huge afro wig. It ran, well waddled back and forth the entrance ramp before it started down the ramp.
Donzig laughed, roaring with amusement as the fans were rolling in the aisles. He wiped at an eye, shaking his head as the midget Jonas displayed a huge CWA World Heavyweight Title belt that nearly slid from his waist.
Then he climbed into the ring, nearly tripping over the ropes. Donzig shook his head, pacing back and forth before a hand was waved. Jonas Wee pulled himself upright, looking around from under that massive afro before he spoke. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayum.'
Donzig grunted, rubbing his chin. "Well, I knew that was coming."
He paused, counting off with his fingers as the midget held up his belt as he lifted his own mic again. "Asspony!"
Donzig snapped his fingers, turning to regard him. "Right on cue, that was amazing timing, little man! Listen though, you do know with Anthony Jordan, MJW, myself, and Croc in the title hunt that your days are numbered? That there is no way anyone is going to hand you another title run?"
Jonas Wee looked down at his belt, looking very sad under his afro before the mic was brought up. "Dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyum, Homie."
"Indeed." Donzig nodded, shrugging as he paced back and forth. "Maybe if we gave you some Lee-way, you might pull something out. But I want you to know, you are the only one in the tournament I plan on taking out! And I am so very fucking determined."
The fans cheered, and Donzig winked. Jonas Wee, nearly fell as he stepped forward and the belt slid down again. He fumbled for it, dragging it upwards as he looked around. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayum! Asspony."
Donzig tsked. "As always the very cup of promo gold, I mean what can I do to compete against such stellar work! How can I overcome the intimidation of someone yelling 'Damn' in a retarded accent into a mic! Think Croc will loan me his midget?"
Jonas Wee blinked, looking crestfallen as his head bowed which almost made the wig fall off. And then he tugged on the title belt, looking up with that sad look. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayum, Homie."
Donzig shrugged. "Yeah, that was below the belt. Which reminds me whatever happened to Fabulous Frankie?"
Jonas Wee thought for a moment, then lifted the mic. "Asspony."
"Yeah, I figured that."