Post by freeagent on Feb 17, 2007 19:57:27 GMT -5
Scene opens with a quick scan of the XVI arena, the unruly crowd is seen overly enthused as usual while holding up their home made signs like "VNB" and "The Wrath of HalØ" among others in front of the closest camera they could see. After the camera men are Ordered to find some hot girls to focus on, they actually manage to find their lens on the commentators, Ozzy and Lil Jon (lol,wtf??) by ring side.
Ozzy
"Welcome all to another exciting night here in XVI! We are only days away from the St. Valentines day Massacre, and Jon, I believe it will be just that on February 18th! The guest list is growing, the card is unprecedented. It should be the first of MANY Carnage filled Pay-per-views here in XVI."
Lil Jon
"Makaveli has truly put together an all star roster here. I'm not even going to begin to try to predict who's going to win what right now because with that motley crew of wrestlers back there. Anything is possible. A handful of hall of famers are wrestling at the St. Valen--"
'Here comes the money' (shanes theme) begins to play and instantly the masses begins to boo. A water fall of golden sparks roll down on to the stage just before the charismatic and quite cocky Free Agent strolls his way through the curtain. He stretched out his arms in his black with gold pin stripe suit and enough bling to blind a man, showing the crowd with much arrogance that he is the "man".
Ozzy
"This crowd is not showing any love for Free Agent. And Jon, with all this talk of hall of famers and all star rosters, I'm really starting to question what this guy is thinking."
Lil Jon
"He's is definitely not an all star from what I've seen. I mean, that mystery guy basically put that cocky s.o.b. in his place when he made his debut."
Free Agent finally makes his way in the ring after plenty of cups of beer are tossed his way, and with him taunting them back in the most classiest of ways, giving them all the finger. He receives a microphone from a lackey and sure enough, cannot be heard over the crowd's boos, who are seemingly determined to not let Free Agent feel right at home here in XVI.
Ozzy
"This place is intense, I can't wait for Sunday."
After a few minutes, Free Agent's words can start to be heard over the crowd.
*Free agent*
"You can't touch this, I'm far better than all of you pieces of dirt. I am The Free Agent! I go and Do what I damn Well Please! Who the hell do you think you people Are? Throwing your cheap beer my way, HA! You lazy sheep couldn't even reach my 24k gold trim shoes!"
Free Agent laughs and kneel down to shine his shoes.
Lil Jon
"24k gold shoes? Hmmmmm."
Ozzy
"you can wrestle in those Jon."
Free Agent laughs to himself, obviously in his own world as "Asshole" chants are heard echoing through the arena.
*Free Agent*
"Just remember people, you pay for ME! You come here to See Me!"
Ozzy
"I don't agree with that Jon."
*Free Agent*
"I don't care if you love me or hate me, you people out there in the crowd and You sorry punks backstage... You are all below me either way you look at it----"
An abrupt rumble is heard briefly, silencing all but Free Agent, who lets out a nervous chuckle.
Lil Jon
"looks like a storms brewin'"
Ozzy
"Jon, its been clear all day..."
*Free Agent*
"I'm just here to announce that --"
A Surge of electricity spreads like a web across the arena ceiling, erupting a thunderous cheer from the crowd, and temporarily knocking out the power. When the house lights regain its power, Free Agent is standing near a turnbuckle unsure of whats going on.
*Ozzy*
"Holy hell, it can't be.... It surely can't be......"
*Lil Jon*
"What ever it is, Free Agent isn't taking any chances. He almost looks like he's ready to flee. He doesn't look ready to fight at all. He has no business in a XVI ring."
Free Agent, though still looking visibly shaken, regains his composure after a couple minutes of only hearing the sound of thunder outside. The crowds excitement slowly dies down as they too are wondering if it was just a freak occurrence. They can only assume the disturbance was nothing more then an electrical failure from the unexpected storm outside the arena. Just as Free Agent feels comfortable enough to crack another cocky grin and most likely try to attempt to convince the crowd he wasn't yellow, the lights flicker briefly causing Free Agent to jump a bit but sure enough, he's continuing to smile like a jackass due to embarrassment.
*Lil Jon*
"Wait, who's that in the ring with him?!"
*Ozzy*
".......They're Here......."
The crowd burst into an ear popping cheer, throwing Free Agent off because he's unaware that the Kaos had been unleashed, and standing right behind him.
Free Agent pauses, feeling the pulse of The Corpse energy raging beside him, who once again finds himself in a world he and HalØ have thrived in for so long. The ring starts to tremble as Free Agents legs weakening from the presence of The Frightener, he already knows his fate. Ð.Ø.Ã. chants start up, filling that void that lingered without the King by his queen's side, reassuring the fact that Ð.Ø.Ã. can Never Die. Free Agent takes a while to think about the fight or flight, and The Corpse lets him. Not moving or saying a word, The Corpse's glare is like swords in your eyes... simply overkill. Free Agent spreads his arms to The King of Kaos, wanting to know what this is all about, and possibly how he could get out of it. But The Corpse just gives that Ghostly stare, there is no reasoning with madness. Just a sliver of The Corpse's thoughts would twist his fragile materialistic mind.
*Ozzy*
"...free Agent just needs to get out of there. If he knew the history of what this crew has done to people. And not just any body... They do it to people that helped them out, they did it to their own partners!!"
*Lil Jon*
"You join, you Join for life? huh? Like the mafia."
*Ozzy*
"...No, Jon. They did it for fun! Ð.Ø.Ã. have no morals, No cares... And most of all, no Boundaries!"
*Lil Jon*
"Current events show that there is a slave match on Sunday.. and one of those people are in Ð.Ø.Ã."
*Ozzy*
"That makes the Frightener's return more intriguing... Just when HalØ's going to be in one of her biggest matches of her career, whats at stake, I'm curious to see what Ð.Ø.Ã have planned for yet another battle with VNB, they have so many opportunities with this match win or lose... Just think, HalØ on the inside?"
*Lil Jon*
"I see, So you think--"
Another flicker of the lights prompts Lil Jon to pause and Free Agent to jet for the ropes, only to find himself face to face with Dark HalØ who arrived in the ring like a ghost. With her devilish smile and her seductive eyes glaring right into Free Agents terror filled face, he has no choice but to back away slowly with his eyes wide open in shock, hoping this is all just a bad dream. The Corpse walks next to HalØ, both now looking like a carnivorous beast ready to pounce on their prey. Free agent blinks his eyes at Ð.Ø.Ã, hoping all is just a misunderstand but quickly buckles to his knees in fear knowing he's their next victim. All is silent, for the Kaos Royalty have not been seen together in so long, the anticipation is overwhelming but Finally The Corpse motions for Free Agent to stand. Non-Hesitant, Free Agent does, like he has no control of himself, just a puppet. Accepting his fate for it is why he is here.
*Ozzy*
"This is bad. Very, Very bad. Even when Free Agent tried to leave he couldn't... The Curse of Ð.Ø.Ã. still lingers to this day... There is no where to run, no where to hide.. When they want blood, they'll find you... Its just a matter of time..."
In a flash The Corpse reach out with his right arm, clutching Free agent by the Throat and lifting him up off the ground.
*Lil Jon*
"God! Look at That Strength!"
*Ozzy*
"Jon, I don't think he's going to let go..."
Free Agent Thrashes around but the force of Corpse's grip is far to great for Free Agent to handle. All the "Man" Free Agent can do with his last breath is look to HalØ, who's smiling right at him with her most sinister demeanor, enjoying every moment of this. Quickly he begins to turn blue as expected, limp and non-responsive. Security quickly rushes the ring.
*Lil Jon*
"I think I'm going to be sick."
*Ozzy*
"You know whats more disturbing, look at the crowd... they Love it... but hopefully security will step in so the EMT's can get through before its too late...*cough*and before I start enjoying this..."
*Lil Jon*
"What?"
HalØ turns to the four security guards rushing the ring and taunts them to bring more. Two by Two the witless guards slide in and foolishly pause, taking a good look of the Queen, eagerly wishing to get closer in other ways. She simply smiles, shakes her finger, and goes to blow a kiss to the four rent-a-cops.
A ball of flames leaps off a ring lighter on HalØ's hand, dousing the chump guards with a spray of 151 from her mouth, even saving a bit of liquor to have a bit for herself as well. She swallows whats left of the 151 and turns to The Corpse who has just finally dropped the now dead Free Agent, just looking down at him with a hauntingly empty look in his eyes. The two gaze across the ring to each other, seeming to be at peace in the chaos surrounding them. And as quick as it began, With a bright flash and a roll of thunder in the arena, all that remained was Four chard security guards, a pompous dead wrestler and a roaring crowd chanting "Ð.Ø.Ã.".
Ozzy
"Welcome all to another exciting night here in XVI! We are only days away from the St. Valentines day Massacre, and Jon, I believe it will be just that on February 18th! The guest list is growing, the card is unprecedented. It should be the first of MANY Carnage filled Pay-per-views here in XVI."
Lil Jon
"Makaveli has truly put together an all star roster here. I'm not even going to begin to try to predict who's going to win what right now because with that motley crew of wrestlers back there. Anything is possible. A handful of hall of famers are wrestling at the St. Valen--"
'Here comes the money' (shanes theme) begins to play and instantly the masses begins to boo. A water fall of golden sparks roll down on to the stage just before the charismatic and quite cocky Free Agent strolls his way through the curtain. He stretched out his arms in his black with gold pin stripe suit and enough bling to blind a man, showing the crowd with much arrogance that he is the "man".
Ozzy
"This crowd is not showing any love for Free Agent. And Jon, with all this talk of hall of famers and all star rosters, I'm really starting to question what this guy is thinking."
Lil Jon
"He's is definitely not an all star from what I've seen. I mean, that mystery guy basically put that cocky s.o.b. in his place when he made his debut."
Free Agent finally makes his way in the ring after plenty of cups of beer are tossed his way, and with him taunting them back in the most classiest of ways, giving them all the finger. He receives a microphone from a lackey and sure enough, cannot be heard over the crowd's boos, who are seemingly determined to not let Free Agent feel right at home here in XVI.
Ozzy
"This place is intense, I can't wait for Sunday."
After a few minutes, Free Agent's words can start to be heard over the crowd.
*Free agent*
"You can't touch this, I'm far better than all of you pieces of dirt. I am The Free Agent! I go and Do what I damn Well Please! Who the hell do you think you people Are? Throwing your cheap beer my way, HA! You lazy sheep couldn't even reach my 24k gold trim shoes!"
Free Agent laughs and kneel down to shine his shoes.
Lil Jon
"24k gold shoes? Hmmmmm."
Ozzy
"you can wrestle in those Jon."
Free Agent laughs to himself, obviously in his own world as "Asshole" chants are heard echoing through the arena.
*Free Agent*
"Just remember people, you pay for ME! You come here to See Me!"
Ozzy
"I don't agree with that Jon."
*Free Agent*
"I don't care if you love me or hate me, you people out there in the crowd and You sorry punks backstage... You are all below me either way you look at it----"
An abrupt rumble is heard briefly, silencing all but Free Agent, who lets out a nervous chuckle.
Lil Jon
"looks like a storms brewin'"
Ozzy
"Jon, its been clear all day..."
*Free Agent*
"I'm just here to announce that --"
A Surge of electricity spreads like a web across the arena ceiling, erupting a thunderous cheer from the crowd, and temporarily knocking out the power. When the house lights regain its power, Free Agent is standing near a turnbuckle unsure of whats going on.
*Ozzy*
"Holy hell, it can't be.... It surely can't be......"
*Lil Jon*
"What ever it is, Free Agent isn't taking any chances. He almost looks like he's ready to flee. He doesn't look ready to fight at all. He has no business in a XVI ring."
Free Agent, though still looking visibly shaken, regains his composure after a couple minutes of only hearing the sound of thunder outside. The crowds excitement slowly dies down as they too are wondering if it was just a freak occurrence. They can only assume the disturbance was nothing more then an electrical failure from the unexpected storm outside the arena. Just as Free Agent feels comfortable enough to crack another cocky grin and most likely try to attempt to convince the crowd he wasn't yellow, the lights flicker briefly causing Free Agent to jump a bit but sure enough, he's continuing to smile like a jackass due to embarrassment.
*Lil Jon*
"Wait, who's that in the ring with him?!"
*Ozzy*
".......They're Here......."
The crowd burst into an ear popping cheer, throwing Free Agent off because he's unaware that the Kaos had been unleashed, and standing right behind him.
Free Agent pauses, feeling the pulse of The Corpse energy raging beside him, who once again finds himself in a world he and HalØ have thrived in for so long. The ring starts to tremble as Free Agents legs weakening from the presence of The Frightener, he already knows his fate. Ð.Ø.Ã. chants start up, filling that void that lingered without the King by his queen's side, reassuring the fact that Ð.Ø.Ã. can Never Die. Free Agent takes a while to think about the fight or flight, and The Corpse lets him. Not moving or saying a word, The Corpse's glare is like swords in your eyes... simply overkill. Free Agent spreads his arms to The King of Kaos, wanting to know what this is all about, and possibly how he could get out of it. But The Corpse just gives that Ghostly stare, there is no reasoning with madness. Just a sliver of The Corpse's thoughts would twist his fragile materialistic mind.
*Ozzy*
"...free Agent just needs to get out of there. If he knew the history of what this crew has done to people. And not just any body... They do it to people that helped them out, they did it to their own partners!!"
*Lil Jon*
"You join, you Join for life? huh? Like the mafia."
*Ozzy*
"...No, Jon. They did it for fun! Ð.Ø.Ã. have no morals, No cares... And most of all, no Boundaries!"
*Lil Jon*
"Current events show that there is a slave match on Sunday.. and one of those people are in Ð.Ø.Ã."
*Ozzy*
"That makes the Frightener's return more intriguing... Just when HalØ's going to be in one of her biggest matches of her career, whats at stake, I'm curious to see what Ð.Ø.Ã have planned for yet another battle with VNB, they have so many opportunities with this match win or lose... Just think, HalØ on the inside?"
*Lil Jon*
"I see, So you think--"
Another flicker of the lights prompts Lil Jon to pause and Free Agent to jet for the ropes, only to find himself face to face with Dark HalØ who arrived in the ring like a ghost. With her devilish smile and her seductive eyes glaring right into Free Agents terror filled face, he has no choice but to back away slowly with his eyes wide open in shock, hoping this is all just a bad dream. The Corpse walks next to HalØ, both now looking like a carnivorous beast ready to pounce on their prey. Free agent blinks his eyes at Ð.Ø.Ã, hoping all is just a misunderstand but quickly buckles to his knees in fear knowing he's their next victim. All is silent, for the Kaos Royalty have not been seen together in so long, the anticipation is overwhelming but Finally The Corpse motions for Free Agent to stand. Non-Hesitant, Free Agent does, like he has no control of himself, just a puppet. Accepting his fate for it is why he is here.
*Ozzy*
"This is bad. Very, Very bad. Even when Free Agent tried to leave he couldn't... The Curse of Ð.Ø.Ã. still lingers to this day... There is no where to run, no where to hide.. When they want blood, they'll find you... Its just a matter of time..."
In a flash The Corpse reach out with his right arm, clutching Free agent by the Throat and lifting him up off the ground.
*Lil Jon*
"God! Look at That Strength!"
*Ozzy*
"Jon, I don't think he's going to let go..."
Free Agent Thrashes around but the force of Corpse's grip is far to great for Free Agent to handle. All the "Man" Free Agent can do with his last breath is look to HalØ, who's smiling right at him with her most sinister demeanor, enjoying every moment of this. Quickly he begins to turn blue as expected, limp and non-responsive. Security quickly rushes the ring.
*Lil Jon*
"I think I'm going to be sick."
*Ozzy*
"You know whats more disturbing, look at the crowd... they Love it... but hopefully security will step in so the EMT's can get through before its too late...*cough*and before I start enjoying this..."
*Lil Jon*
"What?"
HalØ turns to the four security guards rushing the ring and taunts them to bring more. Two by Two the witless guards slide in and foolishly pause, taking a good look of the Queen, eagerly wishing to get closer in other ways. She simply smiles, shakes her finger, and goes to blow a kiss to the four rent-a-cops.
A ball of flames leaps off a ring lighter on HalØ's hand, dousing the chump guards with a spray of 151 from her mouth, even saving a bit of liquor to have a bit for herself as well. She swallows whats left of the 151 and turns to The Corpse who has just finally dropped the now dead Free Agent, just looking down at him with a hauntingly empty look in his eyes. The two gaze across the ring to each other, seeming to be at peace in the chaos surrounding them. And as quick as it began, With a bright flash and a roll of thunder in the arena, all that remained was Four chard security guards, a pompous dead wrestler and a roaring crowd chanting "Ð.Ø.Ã.".