Post by versageflames on Mar 23, 2007 7:01:32 GMT -5
The lights in the arena dimmed, mear minutes after Calaz had been speaking and James walked out and pumped his arms. The crowd cheered him and whistled. People reaching out to get his attention as he walked by and slapped their hands.
His appearance had interrupted a fight that was currently going on. The two competators looking to James with anger and hostility. Most likely thinking 'who the fuck was this guy to go and attempt to fuck up our match?'
They both slid out and rushed at James, who kicked the first in the gut and then brought his fist to the other. He grabbed the first one and pulled him up into a firemans carry before performing down in flames. The fighter lay there unconcious now as he grabbed the other and performed a down in flames as well, leaving both men unconcious on the ramp.
Having done that he made his way to the ring and got in. He walked around after hearing the bell ring and the DQ being announced. Walking over to the side of the ring with the announcers table he leaned over the ropes and motioned for a mic to be thrown to him.
He caught it and turned back around, walking towards the center of the ring to look around at the crowd. A smirk on his face as he looked for a second to the men still unconcious before turning back to the crowd.
What kind of biased bullshit is that huh? Ahh well either way, back to Calaz. So he wants to show me physical, mental, emotional pain? Well he can try, but I don't think that'll do him any good. You see I've already DELT with that type of pain when I was in the war."
James glanced about at the crowd, then off to the side to see the medics attenting to the two, originally scheduled fighters before returning his attention to the crowd. His face set in stone and seemingly unphased by Calaz' little threats.
You're little fuckin threads can suck me off cause quite frankly I just don't give a shit about your insults and threats cause they mean nothing. You want room to talk you go over to that war and you watch people get shot around you and killed. You learn, that one of your friends was caught by those fuckers over there and decapitated while concious and still alive and then you tell me what you think can qualify as emotional, mental, and physical pain.
I can't wait to kick you're ass six ways from sunday, cause I won't just be beatin the fuck out of you. I'm going to submit your ass. I'm going to make you tap out and then after you do I'm going to continue submitting you until you beg me to stop you little piece of shit. You want to talk shit, well then this saturday at Side Effect we'll see just how well your shit talking holds up my friend."
With that James dropped the mic, the sound of static from the impact coming from the speakers as he slipped from the ring, his theme music hitting the AP system and playing. He slipped into the back and the matches continued.
His appearance had interrupted a fight that was currently going on. The two competators looking to James with anger and hostility. Most likely thinking 'who the fuck was this guy to go and attempt to fuck up our match?'
They both slid out and rushed at James, who kicked the first in the gut and then brought his fist to the other. He grabbed the first one and pulled him up into a firemans carry before performing down in flames. The fighter lay there unconcious now as he grabbed the other and performed a down in flames as well, leaving both men unconcious on the ramp.
Having done that he made his way to the ring and got in. He walked around after hearing the bell ring and the DQ being announced. Walking over to the side of the ring with the announcers table he leaned over the ropes and motioned for a mic to be thrown to him.
He caught it and turned back around, walking towards the center of the ring to look around at the crowd. A smirk on his face as he looked for a second to the men still unconcious before turning back to the crowd.
James Hunter (Versage Flames)
"Alright just a few moments ago you saw a man come out named David Calaz. And he spoke a few choice words. Particularly a few choice words, ABOUT ME! Now apparently to a lot of people, I'm nothing but a redneck, hick asshole. Because I was in the military? What kind of biased bullshit is that huh? Ahh well either way, back to Calaz. So he wants to show me physical, mental, emotional pain? Well he can try, but I don't think that'll do him any good. You see I've already DELT with that type of pain when I was in the war."
James glanced about at the crowd, then off to the side to see the medics attenting to the two, originally scheduled fighters before returning his attention to the crowd. His face set in stone and seemingly unphased by Calaz' little threats.
James Hunter (Versage Flames)
"I've seen bodies blown in half, oozing blood with organs strewn about. I've seen my friends brains being blown out beside me. I've seen friends step on IED's and be blown to bits so Calaz.... I don't know what the fuck you could possibly do to fuck with me anymore than that war fucked with me buddie.You're little fuckin threads can suck me off cause quite frankly I just don't give a shit about your insults and threats cause they mean nothing. You want room to talk you go over to that war and you watch people get shot around you and killed. You learn, that one of your friends was caught by those fuckers over there and decapitated while concious and still alive and then you tell me what you think can qualify as emotional, mental, and physical pain.
I can't wait to kick you're ass six ways from sunday, cause I won't just be beatin the fuck out of you. I'm going to submit your ass. I'm going to make you tap out and then after you do I'm going to continue submitting you until you beg me to stop you little piece of shit. You want to talk shit, well then this saturday at Side Effect we'll see just how well your shit talking holds up my friend."
With that James dropped the mic, the sound of static from the impact coming from the speakers as he slipped from the ring, his theme music hitting the AP system and playing. He slipped into the back and the matches continued.