Post by The Modern Outlaw on Mar 13, 2007 20:53:22 GMT -5
It is a XVI house show, 2 local unknowns are doing there best to entertain the small crowd, but to no avail. The slightly more talented of the 2 connects with a flying body press and gets the pin. The ref raises his hand in victory, but the audience shows little interest. All of a sudden every light in the arena goes out. Four red words flash across that titantron in sync with a harsh, feminine whisper:
LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN....
In the next instant the stage explodes in an amazing display of pyrotechnics, golden sparks shooting up and down around the entrance. In the midst of all this pyro a figure can be see. Garbed in a shiny black trench coat, the figure's back is toward the arena and his arms are outstretched. When the display stops Damageplan's Explode slams the PA and the figure whirls around revealing himself to be Johnny Kaos. Decked out in sharp sunglasses and a revamped ring attire, Kaos is met with an onslaught of boos. Yet he takes them all in stride, casting a cocky smirk toward the crowd. He slowly, and deliberately saunters down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He rises to his knees then jumps to his feet. Johnny then scales the nearest turnbuckle, spreads his arms out and up and is bathed in a golden shower of sparks. He slowly lowers his arms and cast another smirk into the crowd. He steps down off the turnbuckle and grabs the mic from the ring announcer. He removes his glasses and waits, soaking in the jeers from the crowd, all with a smile on his face.
All rite that's enough, cut the music. As you can see, I have made some changes, not just to my ring attire, but to my entire life. You see all this time I have been raging without direction, without focus. Well, I have found my direction, a focal point for my anger and rage. I have found someone to give me direction to keep me focused, someone to lead the way.
The crowd begins to murmur, confused as to who Johnny is talking about.
Now I know I have a match this week on Side Effect, against that dumb hick Versage and the baby killer Black Jack, but I'm not worried, not even in the least. Sure, I have lost my past 2 matches, but I have yet to unleash the true beast that resides within me. But those days is now over, now is the time for a rebirth. Tonight I bury the "King of Extreme" and am reborn "The Modern Outlaw". For far too long, I have labeled myself with a moniker that produces the image of a chair-swinging freak or a table-diving spot monkey, of which I am neither. But what I am is this. One I am the sexiest man in this company...
Crowd boos loudly.
Boo, all you want but you know it's true. Secondly, I am the embodiment of revolution. And third, I am the only man to have obtained the services of the sexiest woman alive...Kori James
Rob Zombie's Foxy Foxy starts playing and two pyro jets shoot off on opposite sides of the ramp. Through the curtain walks a sultry blond, clad in a black baby doll t-shirt and low cut black jeans, extremely tight. She moves with a seductive grace, that of a cobra preparing to strike, down the ramp and to the ring apron. Johnny, leaning on the middle rope, opens a gap and watches lustfully as she bends over and ducks under the rope. She rises, slowly, pauses momentarily at Johnny's crotch, exchanging a sly smile with him, before continuing her ascent.
The two, instantly begin kissing, their bodies entwined like two deadly vipers. Several seconds later, they stop and Johnny raises the mic to his mouth.
With the lovely Kori by my side, I will be unstoppable. I will be like a storm, striking with a purpose at anyone I damn well please. Because there is no one in the world who can stand against me now, no one on this planet who can compete with the "Modern Outlaw".
He sweeps the trench coat behind him, drawing Kori into his body. With graceful fingers she grabs the mic, pulling it close to her full, inviting lips. She studies the microphone for a second then glances at Johnny, sharing a knowing laugh.
Listen to me, I have spent many hours with Johnny, many, many hours, in intense "training" to help him discover his inner animal, to unleash his primal urges. The things I have done to him, the things I have shown him, will only help to fuel his aggression and hatred toward his enemies.
Johnny encircles his arms around Kori's thin waist, and starts grinding his crotch against her supple ass. She glances back, smiling and whispers something in his ear. Johnny smiles, tossing his head back to remove a loose strand of his hair from his face. Kori starts again.
Speaking of enemies, this week my man faces 2 opponents he has already faced. Funny how the higher-ups keep stacking the odds against him, isn't it? It's because they are afraid, they recognize his greatness and know he deserves to be on top, that he deserves to be world champion. But they can't hold him back forever, I won't let them, soon, with my help of course, he will ascend to his rightful place atop this stinking heap you call a wrestling federation. Soon his greatness will be realized.
Kori hands the mic back to Johnny who looks into the camera with a never before seen intensity in his eyes.
The time is now, the time is right, let the revolution begin tonight.
Johnny drops the mic as his music begins to play again, he slides out of the ring, holding Kori's hand as she exits as well, they walk up the ramp hand in hand as the crowd boos and jeers in unison. The two stop at the top of the ramp and begin kissing and groping for several seconds before turning toward the audience, flashing an evil grin, then disappearing behind the curtain.
LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN....
In the next instant the stage explodes in an amazing display of pyrotechnics, golden sparks shooting up and down around the entrance. In the midst of all this pyro a figure can be see. Garbed in a shiny black trench coat, the figure's back is toward the arena and his arms are outstretched. When the display stops Damageplan's Explode slams the PA and the figure whirls around revealing himself to be Johnny Kaos. Decked out in sharp sunglasses and a revamped ring attire, Kaos is met with an onslaught of boos. Yet he takes them all in stride, casting a cocky smirk toward the crowd. He slowly, and deliberately saunters down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He rises to his knees then jumps to his feet. Johnny then scales the nearest turnbuckle, spreads his arms out and up and is bathed in a golden shower of sparks. He slowly lowers his arms and cast another smirk into the crowd. He steps down off the turnbuckle and grabs the mic from the ring announcer. He removes his glasses and waits, soaking in the jeers from the crowd, all with a smile on his face.
All rite that's enough, cut the music. As you can see, I have made some changes, not just to my ring attire, but to my entire life. You see all this time I have been raging without direction, without focus. Well, I have found my direction, a focal point for my anger and rage. I have found someone to give me direction to keep me focused, someone to lead the way.
The crowd begins to murmur, confused as to who Johnny is talking about.
Now I know I have a match this week on Side Effect, against that dumb hick Versage and the baby killer Black Jack, but I'm not worried, not even in the least. Sure, I have lost my past 2 matches, but I have yet to unleash the true beast that resides within me. But those days is now over, now is the time for a rebirth. Tonight I bury the "King of Extreme" and am reborn "The Modern Outlaw". For far too long, I have labeled myself with a moniker that produces the image of a chair-swinging freak or a table-diving spot monkey, of which I am neither. But what I am is this. One I am the sexiest man in this company...
Crowd boos loudly.
Boo, all you want but you know it's true. Secondly, I am the embodiment of revolution. And third, I am the only man to have obtained the services of the sexiest woman alive...Kori James
Rob Zombie's Foxy Foxy starts playing and two pyro jets shoot off on opposite sides of the ramp. Through the curtain walks a sultry blond, clad in a black baby doll t-shirt and low cut black jeans, extremely tight. She moves with a seductive grace, that of a cobra preparing to strike, down the ramp and to the ring apron. Johnny, leaning on the middle rope, opens a gap and watches lustfully as she bends over and ducks under the rope. She rises, slowly, pauses momentarily at Johnny's crotch, exchanging a sly smile with him, before continuing her ascent.
The two, instantly begin kissing, their bodies entwined like two deadly vipers. Several seconds later, they stop and Johnny raises the mic to his mouth.
With the lovely Kori by my side, I will be unstoppable. I will be like a storm, striking with a purpose at anyone I damn well please. Because there is no one in the world who can stand against me now, no one on this planet who can compete with the "Modern Outlaw".
He sweeps the trench coat behind him, drawing Kori into his body. With graceful fingers she grabs the mic, pulling it close to her full, inviting lips. She studies the microphone for a second then glances at Johnny, sharing a knowing laugh.
Listen to me, I have spent many hours with Johnny, many, many hours, in intense "training" to help him discover his inner animal, to unleash his primal urges. The things I have done to him, the things I have shown him, will only help to fuel his aggression and hatred toward his enemies.
Johnny encircles his arms around Kori's thin waist, and starts grinding his crotch against her supple ass. She glances back, smiling and whispers something in his ear. Johnny smiles, tossing his head back to remove a loose strand of his hair from his face. Kori starts again.
Speaking of enemies, this week my man faces 2 opponents he has already faced. Funny how the higher-ups keep stacking the odds against him, isn't it? It's because they are afraid, they recognize his greatness and know he deserves to be on top, that he deserves to be world champion. But they can't hold him back forever, I won't let them, soon, with my help of course, he will ascend to his rightful place atop this stinking heap you call a wrestling federation. Soon his greatness will be realized.
Kori hands the mic back to Johnny who looks into the camera with a never before seen intensity in his eyes.
The time is now, the time is right, let the revolution begin tonight.
Johnny drops the mic as his music begins to play again, he slides out of the ring, holding Kori's hand as she exits as well, they walk up the ramp hand in hand as the crowd boos and jeers in unison. The two stop at the top of the ramp and begin kissing and groping for several seconds before turning toward the audience, flashing an evil grin, then disappearing behind the curtain.
