Post by G-Dawg on Mar 9, 2007 20:06:20 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside of a small arena that’s filled completely. Not a seat in the house is empty, and the fans are anxiously waiting for the start of the show. They get their wish when a few local jobbers come out and have their time in the spotlight. They put on a mediocre match, but it does its job of wasting a bit of time before the big guys come out and really get the crowd into it. As the youngsters are leaving the ring, the fans begin to chant ‘XVI, XVI, XVI, XVI’. Of course, this is an XVI house show, so they are fully expecting at least a few of the companies own wrestlers to make an appearance or two. As the fans begin to stomp their feet on the ground, pound on the rails, and simultaneously chant ‘XVI’ to the beat that they’re making, a familiar riff comes over the p.a.
“I’m gonna fight ‘em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back”
The fans stop their chants and all throw their hands in the air and chant for the name of the man who only two weeks ago made his return from a two and a half year hiatus from wrestling, G-Dawg. The atmosphere in the building is surreal, fans are screaming at the top of their lungs, red and blue lights are going off all over the arena, and all the while ‘Seven Nation Army’ continues to blare over the p.a.
“They’re gonna rip it off.
Taking their time right behind my back.
And I’m talking to myself at night because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette”
The anticipation is mounting. The fans begin to get impatient and look around anxiously as they wait for him to arrive. The titantron is showing clips of G-Dawg holding titles up in the air from WCXF, JWA, xWWA, and more. Shots from his Ultimate-X Match with Pohatu in JWA, shots from his Cage matches back in WCXF for the Toxic & X-Treme titles.
“And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone”
As the words end, a pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. When the flames and fireworks clear, G-Dawg is standing at the top of the ramp, staring at the ceiling. He then stares right down at the ring and looks out at the crowd. The fans chant his name and he slowly walks down the ramp. He slaps hand with a few of the crowd members and makes his way to the stairs. As he hits the top step he stares up at the ceiling once more, takes a deep breath, then exhales and throws his fist up high into the air. The fans raise their fists as well and G-Dawg steps down and looks under the apron before grabbing a chair from it, sliding it under the ropes then does the same. He sets it up in the corner of the ring, by the turnbuckles. He leans in a bit and rests his chin on his fist and grabs hold of the mike that was rolled to him from the ropes.
//G-Dawg\\
The Dawg is back, ain’t he? Heh, its funny because a few months ago I’d have had no idea that I’d be sitting here right now, in this ring while I wait for the day to come. Wait for the day where I’m at the top of the rungs of that ladder. Once I’m there, its all going to be worth it. All of the blood, the sweat, and the tears that have been shed by me in this very ring, will all be worth it. But its funny, here I am within a month of my return, right back to where I started. In these damn hardcore matches, fighting off these guys with weapons, weapons like David used to take down Goliath. The thing is, I’m the proverbial Goliath here in this situation, I’ve been around the block a time or two, and I know the jest of these things. You go in, get banged up a bit, throw in a few high spots for the fans, and you get the win. I’m not here to get gold like I was before in this situation, I’m here to earn back the respect I lost when I walked out on this business two and a half years ago. I had people calling me up daily asking if this was for real, asking if I was actually leaving. I had job offers from people I’d never heard of, people begging for the one and only G-Dawg to wrestle for their company. I’d gotten guaranteed World Title shows and I turned them all down because I simply thought that wrestling wasn’t for me anymore. But that’s where I went wrong, once you get into this business there is no getting out. There is just a passion that keeps running through your blood, and there’s no way to stop it. Hell I’ve seen men come close to dying in the ring, I’ve come close to dying in this ring, but somehow I keep coming back. It’s a funny thing, the wrestling business. You think that you’ve got it all figured out, you think you’ve accomplished all there is to accomplish, and then something else pops up and you’ve just got to do it, you’ve got to have it, or you’ve got to face that one last guy. It’s a never ending cycle, and all you can do is accept it and keep on going.
That’s what I’m here for, I’m here to feed the monster known as my addiction to this business. But more importantly, I’m here to sort out these new comers who think they can walk into a company and run it just because they’ve picked up a few wins over some mediocre wrestlers in other companies. People like Prozac who walk in here, spew some shit that has no relevance in this situation, whatsoever, then walk out and expect people to respect them. The man has to hide behind his tag team partner for Christ’s sake, how intimidating does he really think he is. If he thinks this MMA bullshit that he comes out here with frightens anybody then he’s severely mistaken. Frightening, is the look in The Corpse’s eyes when he’s coming at you at full force aiming to take you down. Frightening is seeing Halo flying off of that turnbuckle right at you and knowing there’s not a damn thing that you can do about it. Frightening, is taking that dive from the top of a cage and not knowing whether or not you’re going to be able to walk after that match, but you stand back up and keep on fighting because god damnit that is what you’re here to do. You’re here to entertain these people and to put on a damn good match, make yourself and your company proud. But you don’t seem to realize that Prozac. You think you can come out with that X-Treme title around your waist and expect people to think that you’re just a vicious beast who will rip you into shreds because he knocked a few guys out with the help of some weapons.
G-Dawg pushes the chair back a bit and rises to his feet. He looks around at the crowd and goes to raise his mike up to his mouth, but stops and puts it back down to his side. He takes another deep breath before out of nowhere kicking the chair with all of his might. It flies across the ring, hits the turnbuckle and hangs delicately on the 2nd rope. It somewhat lingers there as G-Dawg looks back at the crowd who are dead silent now. His upper lip curls a bit and he raises the mike back up to his lips.
//G-Dawg\\
I’m sick and fucking tired of all of this shit. Tired of the fucking rants from nobodies who think that they’re here to prove something to the world, just sick of it. Every time these punks walk through those curtains with their mikes in hand and hear nothing at all when they walk out, they make a point to try and take out the first big name that they face. Now that’s fine, if you go into that ring and you do the job, if you back up all of the shit that you talked then you are fine with me. You have my respect and you deserve all of the fame that you get. But when you come in here, take out a mediocre wrestler in a match that has the odds favored to you, then you spew out your shit about how you’re somehow a ‘real’ wrestler now, like you’re at all above the guys who just fucking stepped into this company, it makes me sick. That’s why I’m here, I’m here to take these self centered pricks who think that the second that they step into the ring is the second that they become superstars, and turn their views all around. I go in the ring, beat the living hell out of them by any means possible, and leave them lying there in a pool of their own blood, and taking out two birds with one stone. I prove to those rookies walking into the ring for the first time that you don’t just come in here, get a win, and become the best. I also, on the other hand, prove to those big boys that I’m comin’ for them. See, I can do that because I’ve been at the top of companies before. I’ve headlined main events for pay-per-views, I’ve been in World Title matches, I have literally been to hell and back and lived to tell fucking stories about the devil himself. Yet somehow I still get thrown into the ring with arrogant bastards who think that they own the place, rather than the guys that I am actually equal to, the guys who I deserve to be in the ring with and the guys that you fans deserve to see me in the ring with. So by taking out Prozac this week, I will show the entire world that the Dawg is back, and that this Dawg is all bite, and no bark. And that my friends…is all that G-Dawg has to say about that.
“I’m gonna fight ‘em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back”
The fans stop their chants and all throw their hands in the air and chant for the name of the man who only two weeks ago made his return from a two and a half year hiatus from wrestling, G-Dawg. The atmosphere in the building is surreal, fans are screaming at the top of their lungs, red and blue lights are going off all over the arena, and all the while ‘Seven Nation Army’ continues to blare over the p.a.
“They’re gonna rip it off.
Taking their time right behind my back.
And I’m talking to myself at night because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette”
The anticipation is mounting. The fans begin to get impatient and look around anxiously as they wait for him to arrive. The titantron is showing clips of G-Dawg holding titles up in the air from WCXF, JWA, xWWA, and more. Shots from his Ultimate-X Match with Pohatu in JWA, shots from his Cage matches back in WCXF for the Toxic & X-Treme titles.
“And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone”
As the words end, a pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. When the flames and fireworks clear, G-Dawg is standing at the top of the ramp, staring at the ceiling. He then stares right down at the ring and looks out at the crowd. The fans chant his name and he slowly walks down the ramp. He slaps hand with a few of the crowd members and makes his way to the stairs. As he hits the top step he stares up at the ceiling once more, takes a deep breath, then exhales and throws his fist up high into the air. The fans raise their fists as well and G-Dawg steps down and looks under the apron before grabbing a chair from it, sliding it under the ropes then does the same. He sets it up in the corner of the ring, by the turnbuckles. He leans in a bit and rests his chin on his fist and grabs hold of the mike that was rolled to him from the ropes.
//G-Dawg\\
The Dawg is back, ain’t he? Heh, its funny because a few months ago I’d have had no idea that I’d be sitting here right now, in this ring while I wait for the day to come. Wait for the day where I’m at the top of the rungs of that ladder. Once I’m there, its all going to be worth it. All of the blood, the sweat, and the tears that have been shed by me in this very ring, will all be worth it. But its funny, here I am within a month of my return, right back to where I started. In these damn hardcore matches, fighting off these guys with weapons, weapons like David used to take down Goliath. The thing is, I’m the proverbial Goliath here in this situation, I’ve been around the block a time or two, and I know the jest of these things. You go in, get banged up a bit, throw in a few high spots for the fans, and you get the win. I’m not here to get gold like I was before in this situation, I’m here to earn back the respect I lost when I walked out on this business two and a half years ago. I had people calling me up daily asking if this was for real, asking if I was actually leaving. I had job offers from people I’d never heard of, people begging for the one and only G-Dawg to wrestle for their company. I’d gotten guaranteed World Title shows and I turned them all down because I simply thought that wrestling wasn’t for me anymore. But that’s where I went wrong, once you get into this business there is no getting out. There is just a passion that keeps running through your blood, and there’s no way to stop it. Hell I’ve seen men come close to dying in the ring, I’ve come close to dying in this ring, but somehow I keep coming back. It’s a funny thing, the wrestling business. You think that you’ve got it all figured out, you think you’ve accomplished all there is to accomplish, and then something else pops up and you’ve just got to do it, you’ve got to have it, or you’ve got to face that one last guy. It’s a never ending cycle, and all you can do is accept it and keep on going.
That’s what I’m here for, I’m here to feed the monster known as my addiction to this business. But more importantly, I’m here to sort out these new comers who think they can walk into a company and run it just because they’ve picked up a few wins over some mediocre wrestlers in other companies. People like Prozac who walk in here, spew some shit that has no relevance in this situation, whatsoever, then walk out and expect people to respect them. The man has to hide behind his tag team partner for Christ’s sake, how intimidating does he really think he is. If he thinks this MMA bullshit that he comes out here with frightens anybody then he’s severely mistaken. Frightening, is the look in The Corpse’s eyes when he’s coming at you at full force aiming to take you down. Frightening is seeing Halo flying off of that turnbuckle right at you and knowing there’s not a damn thing that you can do about it. Frightening, is taking that dive from the top of a cage and not knowing whether or not you’re going to be able to walk after that match, but you stand back up and keep on fighting because god damnit that is what you’re here to do. You’re here to entertain these people and to put on a damn good match, make yourself and your company proud. But you don’t seem to realize that Prozac. You think you can come out with that X-Treme title around your waist and expect people to think that you’re just a vicious beast who will rip you into shreds because he knocked a few guys out with the help of some weapons.
G-Dawg pushes the chair back a bit and rises to his feet. He looks around at the crowd and goes to raise his mike up to his mouth, but stops and puts it back down to his side. He takes another deep breath before out of nowhere kicking the chair with all of his might. It flies across the ring, hits the turnbuckle and hangs delicately on the 2nd rope. It somewhat lingers there as G-Dawg looks back at the crowd who are dead silent now. His upper lip curls a bit and he raises the mike back up to his lips.
//G-Dawg\\
I’m sick and fucking tired of all of this shit. Tired of the fucking rants from nobodies who think that they’re here to prove something to the world, just sick of it. Every time these punks walk through those curtains with their mikes in hand and hear nothing at all when they walk out, they make a point to try and take out the first big name that they face. Now that’s fine, if you go into that ring and you do the job, if you back up all of the shit that you talked then you are fine with me. You have my respect and you deserve all of the fame that you get. But when you come in here, take out a mediocre wrestler in a match that has the odds favored to you, then you spew out your shit about how you’re somehow a ‘real’ wrestler now, like you’re at all above the guys who just fucking stepped into this company, it makes me sick. That’s why I’m here, I’m here to take these self centered pricks who think that the second that they step into the ring is the second that they become superstars, and turn their views all around. I go in the ring, beat the living hell out of them by any means possible, and leave them lying there in a pool of their own blood, and taking out two birds with one stone. I prove to those rookies walking into the ring for the first time that you don’t just come in here, get a win, and become the best. I also, on the other hand, prove to those big boys that I’m comin’ for them. See, I can do that because I’ve been at the top of companies before. I’ve headlined main events for pay-per-views, I’ve been in World Title matches, I have literally been to hell and back and lived to tell fucking stories about the devil himself. Yet somehow I still get thrown into the ring with arrogant bastards who think that they own the place, rather than the guys that I am actually equal to, the guys who I deserve to be in the ring with and the guys that you fans deserve to see me in the ring with. So by taking out Prozac this week, I will show the entire world that the Dawg is back, and that this Dawg is all bite, and no bark. And that my friends…is all that G-Dawg has to say about that.
once more nothing special, but damnit I have nothing better to do than write rp's
