Post by ..:Jake Xavier:.. on Apr 7, 2007 20:04:30 GMT -5
|x| Hatred – Strong dislike of another person, animal or object. |x|
It was a miserable day as millions of XVI Fans gathered inside the XVI Arena for a in-ring press conference. It was announced that none other then XVI's Ritalin would open up the show, and speak some words to the crowd about his upcoming match against Jake Xavier. They all sat slouched in their chair, waiting the arrival of Ritalin. And then...it happened.
Hollywood Undead by The Natives plays throughout the arena. The fans, from people as young a five years old and people as old in their late fifties, all leaned forward, sitting on the end of their seats in anticipation of Ritalin. They waited, and got a little tired waiting. Then, a figure emerged on stage, all the people in the arena jumped to their feet quickly to see Ritalin, but then they noticed, it wasn't the medium sized, brown eyes and haired man they expected to see. No, it wasn't. Instead, it was a man that was totally different then Ritalin, it was none other then, Jake Xavier.
He stood, with his long brown hair flowing down the side of his abnormal sized head. He had his right hand rested inside of his leather jacket, when the other hand held a microphone. As soon as the fans realized what they just saw, they dropped to their seats. They let out screams, screams of something. Screams which defined there feelings of this man. Screams of Hatred .
They truly hated this man, but they still wanted to know why Jake was here, and what he has to say to them all. Suddenly, the music changed to something different.
“Before I forget” by Slipknot plays, and Jake begins to walk down the ramp. One fan holds up a sign saying “Jake fears Ritalin”, which ticks Jake off. Jake reaches his hand out of his pocket, grabs the sign from the alerted fan. Jake rips it in two pieces and then he chucks the two pieces at the fan, and continues to walk down the ramp. When he is down three quarters of the way of the ramp, a fan looks at Jake and begins to swear at him, and as well letting out shouts of “Die”. Jake turns toward the fan quickly, and sticks his middle finger up into the air, facing the fan who gets ticked off quickly, and attempts to jump the rail. But, unlikely for him, a security guard jumped right into him and took him off.
Jake begins to taunt the fans a little with his Next Gen Title, holding it up into the air and taunting that “Ritalin will never hold such a belt”. He makes his way toward ringside, and slides under the bottom rope of the ring. He raises his microphone to his mouth and begins to speak in an awkward voice.
..:Jake Xavier
Oh no! It's not Ritalin! It's not that ugly son of the bitch most of you came out of your small little welfare houses to see, it's not him. It's XVI's Next Gen Champion, a true wrestler, Jake Xavier.
You are all probably wondering why I'm here? Right? We'll I'll tell you why. See that little bitch Ritalin? Well his last promo struck a nerve with me. And I'm not one to piss off.
You see, Ritalin likes to go take some photo shopped images and make fun of people, building himself up. Building himself up to think, to think..oh god this is funny. Building himself up to think, HE could beat ME!
Jake bursts into laughter, while the fans begin to “boo” him with all his might. Jake pats on his belt, and leans over the top rope. He looks at the fans in attendance of the huge arena, and points at one of them, shouting random curses where the microphone can't hear. Soon, he calms himself, and walks back into the middle of the ring.
..:Jake Xavier:.
Ritty, Ritty, Ritty. Why can't you learn? Building yourself up like this, isn't going to get you no where in life. Iv kicked your ass the first time we met, I went on to kick your ass the second time we met, and
then scored the pinfall on you with ease. I don't understand really while you keep coming back? Haven't I kicked the crap out of you enough already? Why do you think you can beat you after Iv done it twice already? Ritalin, your a joke, and when I'm finished with you on Side Effect, you will not be physically able to come back to fight me. As they say, third time's a charm.
Now, I'd also like to ask you something Ritalin, why do you think so much of yourself? Your like a fucking homosexual panda bear the way you speak. Your like Melvin Guillard , I'm like Joe Stevenson. You can talk all the shit you want to talk, but we all know in a matter of seconds at the start of the fight, I'll be declared the winner, and You'll be complaning and crying like a little bitch.
With that said, the fans begin to freak out. They scream louder then before, starting to chant, and starting a small riot. There chant gets louder and louder, and Jake begins to go insane.
The Crowd:
WE WANT RITALIN! WE WANT RITALIN!
Jake stamps his feet as they repeat it. He pulls down on the ring ropes and smacks his hands into the turnbuckle.
..:Jake Xavier:..
Shut up! Shut up!
But they didn't, the chant got louder, and louder. Jake grabbed his hair with one hand. He yanked on his hair, getting angry. His eyes opened wide, he breathed hard.
..:Jake Xavier:..
Shut up! I told you! SHUT THE FUCK UP! IDIOTS!
Once again, the fans chanted louder. He dropped his microphone, and dropped to his knees. He pulled on his hair with two hands, and faced the ground. He let out a monster-like scream, and then slowly fell to the mat. He crawled out of the ring and slowly made his way up the ramp as the fans began to chant again.
The Crowd:
Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na- Hey, Hey Hey, Good bye! Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na- Hey, Hey Hey, Good bye!
[/b]It was a miserable day as millions of XVI Fans gathered inside the XVI Arena for a in-ring press conference. It was announced that none other then XVI's Ritalin would open up the show, and speak some words to the crowd about his upcoming match against Jake Xavier. They all sat slouched in their chair, waiting the arrival of Ritalin. And then...it happened.
Hollywood Undead by The Natives plays throughout the arena. The fans, from people as young a five years old and people as old in their late fifties, all leaned forward, sitting on the end of their seats in anticipation of Ritalin. They waited, and got a little tired waiting. Then, a figure emerged on stage, all the people in the arena jumped to their feet quickly to see Ritalin, but then they noticed, it wasn't the medium sized, brown eyes and haired man they expected to see. No, it wasn't. Instead, it was a man that was totally different then Ritalin, it was none other then, Jake Xavier.
He stood, with his long brown hair flowing down the side of his abnormal sized head. He had his right hand rested inside of his leather jacket, when the other hand held a microphone. As soon as the fans realized what they just saw, they dropped to their seats. They let out screams, screams of something. Screams which defined there feelings of this man. Screams of Hatred .
They truly hated this man, but they still wanted to know why Jake was here, and what he has to say to them all. Suddenly, the music changed to something different.
“Before I forget” by Slipknot plays, and Jake begins to walk down the ramp. One fan holds up a sign saying “Jake fears Ritalin”, which ticks Jake off. Jake reaches his hand out of his pocket, grabs the sign from the alerted fan. Jake rips it in two pieces and then he chucks the two pieces at the fan, and continues to walk down the ramp. When he is down three quarters of the way of the ramp, a fan looks at Jake and begins to swear at him, and as well letting out shouts of “Die”. Jake turns toward the fan quickly, and sticks his middle finger up into the air, facing the fan who gets ticked off quickly, and attempts to jump the rail. But, unlikely for him, a security guard jumped right into him and took him off.
Jake begins to taunt the fans a little with his Next Gen Title, holding it up into the air and taunting that “Ritalin will never hold such a belt”. He makes his way toward ringside, and slides under the bottom rope of the ring. He raises his microphone to his mouth and begins to speak in an awkward voice.
..:Jake Xavier
Oh no! It's not Ritalin! It's not that ugly son of the bitch most of you came out of your small little welfare houses to see, it's not him. It's XVI's Next Gen Champion, a true wrestler, Jake Xavier.
You are all probably wondering why I'm here? Right? We'll I'll tell you why. See that little bitch Ritalin? Well his last promo struck a nerve with me. And I'm not one to piss off.
You see, Ritalin likes to go take some photo shopped images and make fun of people, building himself up. Building himself up to think, to think..oh god this is funny. Building himself up to think, HE could beat ME!
Jake bursts into laughter, while the fans begin to “boo” him with all his might. Jake pats on his belt, and leans over the top rope. He looks at the fans in attendance of the huge arena, and points at one of them, shouting random curses where the microphone can't hear. Soon, he calms himself, and walks back into the middle of the ring.
..:Jake Xavier:.
Ritty, Ritty, Ritty. Why can't you learn? Building yourself up like this, isn't going to get you no where in life. Iv kicked your ass the first time we met, I went on to kick your ass the second time we met, and
then scored the pinfall on you with ease. I don't understand really while you keep coming back? Haven't I kicked the crap out of you enough already? Why do you think you can beat you after Iv done it twice already? Ritalin, your a joke, and when I'm finished with you on Side Effect, you will not be physically able to come back to fight me. As they say, third time's a charm.
Now, I'd also like to ask you something Ritalin, why do you think so much of yourself? Your like a fucking homosexual panda bear the way you speak. Your like Melvin Guillard , I'm like Joe Stevenson. You can talk all the shit you want to talk, but we all know in a matter of seconds at the start of the fight, I'll be declared the winner, and You'll be complaning and crying like a little bitch.
With that said, the fans begin to freak out. They scream louder then before, starting to chant, and starting a small riot. There chant gets louder and louder, and Jake begins to go insane.
The Crowd:
WE WANT RITALIN! WE WANT RITALIN!
Jake stamps his feet as they repeat it. He pulls down on the ring ropes and smacks his hands into the turnbuckle.
..:Jake Xavier:..
Shut up! Shut up!
But they didn't, the chant got louder, and louder. Jake grabbed his hair with one hand. He yanked on his hair, getting angry. His eyes opened wide, he breathed hard.
..:Jake Xavier:..
Shut up! I told you! SHUT THE FUCK UP! IDIOTS!
Once again, the fans chanted louder. He dropped his microphone, and dropped to his knees. He pulled on his hair with two hands, and faced the ground. He let out a monster-like scream, and then slowly fell to the mat. He crawled out of the ring and slowly made his way up the ramp as the fans began to chant again.
The Crowd:
Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na- Hey, Hey Hey, Good bye! Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na- Hey, Hey Hey, Good bye!
Jake continued to walk up the ramp, covering his hands over his ears. He soon disappeared into the curtain, as the show went on. [/center]
