Post by prozac on May 18, 2007 2:08:54 GMT -5
Move hits the P.A. and the fans all hit their feet. A Meds chant begins to form and it gets louder, and louder, and louder until it can be heard over the music on the speakers. Prozac and Ritalin emerge from the back threw the curtain dressed in their wrestling attire. They how ever do not wear the same cheerful smiles you always see them with, no this time their wear a blank expression and we are unable to tell what they are feeling at this point. They walk down the ramp and a fast pace slapping hands with the fans here and there. Once they are at the ring they slide in under the bottom rope.
Ritalin asks for two mics which the outside crewmen hands him, Ritalin then hand one of the mics to Prozac, Prozac takes the mic and with his free hand rubs his face, caressing his jar line. Prozac bends down and lays the mic on the mat, he then rises again and lifts his arms and begins to clap like a golf clap. After a few seconds he reaches down and wraps his long fingers around the mic and stands back up straight with mic in hand. Prozac then raises the mic to his lips.
Prozac
Congrats, is I guess all I can say to you Thor. I mean I guess you little rant, and complaining about management and how you are not being treated fair got to them. Hell they felt so bad they had the refs in our match run the match more in your favor like count slowly for us and fast for you.
Prozac begins to pace around the ring. His powerful words flow with aggression and each word is spoken in his deep New Yorker and Italian accent.
Prozac
I mean any blind person could see who should have won that match.
Prozac shrugs his shoulders and looks all over the herds of people in the stands. Each fan is at the edge of their seats as they listen to The Meds in a way they have never heard them speak.
Prozac
Now you all know us we are not one to complain and you have never seen me do so, but if complaining is what wins matches then we can play that game better then anyone.
At this point the crowd is simply buzzing and all want to hear more.
Prozac turns his head and looks over at Ritalin.
Ritalin asks for two mics which the outside crewmen hands him, Ritalin then hand one of the mics to Prozac, Prozac takes the mic and with his free hand rubs his face, caressing his jar line. Prozac bends down and lays the mic on the mat, he then rises again and lifts his arms and begins to clap like a golf clap. After a few seconds he reaches down and wraps his long fingers around the mic and stands back up straight with mic in hand. Prozac then raises the mic to his lips.
Prozac
Congrats, is I guess all I can say to you Thor. I mean I guess you little rant, and complaining about management and how you are not being treated fair got to them. Hell they felt so bad they had the refs in our match run the match more in your favor like count slowly for us and fast for you.
Prozac begins to pace around the ring. His powerful words flow with aggression and each word is spoken in his deep New Yorker and Italian accent.
Prozac
I mean any blind person could see who should have won that match.
Prozac shrugs his shoulders and looks all over the herds of people in the stands. Each fan is at the edge of their seats as they listen to The Meds in a way they have never heard them speak.
Prozac
Now you all know us we are not one to complain and you have never seen me do so, but if complaining is what wins matches then we can play that game better then anyone.
At this point the crowd is simply buzzing and all want to hear more.
Prozac turns his head and looks over at Ritalin.