Post by G-Dawg on Apr 29, 2007 17:54:00 GMT -5
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Death
Deliverance for you for sure
There is nothing you can do
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
Darkness has fallen upon the town, just one day before the monumental event known as ‘Aftermath’. The arena’s parking lot lights come on, illuminating the parking lot and revealing the Jeep Cherokee pulling up with faint sounds of hard rock blaring inside of the car. The car pulls around to the back of the arena and pulls into a parking lot beside the back entrance. A few lone cars are out back, people helping to prepare for the event in merely one day. Jason gets out from the Cherokee and the music stops. He pulls a bag out of the car and walks inside through the opened doors, cutting on front of two men with heavy equipment who merely grumble at him being so inconsiderate. He looks down the hallways and sees men setting up locker rooms. He sees Shadow, Calaz, his opponent Szaban’s, then reaches Jason “G-Dawg” Golden. He opens the door and men are still setting everything up. Jason merely nods, throws his bags in the corner of the room, and walks back out. He knows there is a show down the street, hyping up the fans for ‘Aftermath’ and thinks of popping in as a surprise. But for now he will sit and wait, for what he’s not exactly sure…but wait.
What has seemed like hours, although merely minutes, have passed. Jason stands up from, brushes off his pants, and pulls himself off of the brick wall he was leaning against. He walks down the street and sees the crowded parking lot with people still trying their best to get in. He smirks and walks around back, trying his best to make sure that he isn’t seen by the fans. He somehow makes it past without anyone noticing, probably due to the fact that they’re more concerned about getting inside rather than getting to see him. He walked through the double doors and saw people scurrying around, and a security guard nearly rushed to tackle him before he realized how he actually was. He brushes off his shirt and the security guard apologizes and guides him over towards a Road Agent who was regulating everybody to their stations. Ed and David are standing in the corner and they notice Jason walk in. They are seen talking to each other, realizing that he wasn’t scheduled to be here…but continue on anyways.
What has seemed like hours, although merely minutes, have passed. Jason stands up from, brushes off his pants, and pulls himself off of the brick wall he was leaning against. He walks down the street and sees the crowded parking lot with people still trying their best to get in. He smirks and walks around back, trying his best to make sure that he isn’t seen by the fans. He somehow makes it past without anyone noticing, probably due to the fact that they’re more concerned about getting inside rather than getting to see him. He walked through the double doors and saw people scurrying around, and a security guard nearly rushed to tackle him before he realized how he actually was. He brushes off his shirt and the security guard apologizes and guides him over towards a Road Agent who was regulating everybody to their stations. Ed and David are standing in the corner and they notice Jason walk in. They are seen talking to each other, realizing that he wasn’t scheduled to be here…but continue on anyways.
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
The stadium was jam-packed with people and many were already being turned away at the doors. They’d arrived too late, and they didn’t even know of the surprise that waited inside, for everybody in attendance. Jason walked around the back a bit, not bothering to peek out and see how many were there in fear that he would be seen before he could make his grand entrance. Ed and David walk out and make the introduction to all of the people in the stadium. Fans were cheering, the noise was incredibly, a rush ran through Jason’s bones and he was already ready to head out there. After David and Ed made their introduction to all of the people, the familiar lyrics to ‘Seven Nation Army’ blared over the P.A and the crowd went insane. The stadium rose to their feet and began to chant his name.
‘I’m gonna fight ‘em off.
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.’
Jason walks through the doors and the fans get even louder than before. The music can barely be heard for the roar of the fans, and the noise just gets louder and louder. As it comes to a peak, Jason lifts a microphone up to his mouth and the crowd quickly dies down.
[/center]‘I’m gonna fight ‘em off.
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.’
Jason walks through the doors and the fans get even louder than before. The music can barely be heard for the roar of the fans, and the noise just gets louder and louder. As it comes to a peak, Jason lifts a microphone up to his mouth and the crowd quickly dies down.
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
//G-Dawg\\
Finally. Finally, the time has come for me to take my place on the throne. It’s almost here, Szaban vs. G-Dawg. The biggest match-up in XVI history. But good old Szaban seems to think different, doesn’t he. Szaban has seemed to somehow implant into his brain the fact that he is, was, and always will be better than me in every aspect of wrestling. Well maybe you are, is that what you wanted to here? Maybe you have me overpowered, hell maybe you’ve already got me beaten. But god damnit, if you think that will stop me then you are severely mistaken. My entire career has been an uphill battle, and just because things get rough, you think I’m gonna suddenly pack my bags and head out? Nah, that’s not going to happen…not this time. You may have had people roll over and die on you before, people run off scared because they simply couldn’t handle the pressure, but this is G-Dawg. You’ve never…ever, been involved in something like this.
You can say that you’re not worried, you can say that you’ve dealt with better before and you’ve come out victorious…but deep down I know it’s there Szaban. Regardless of the size of it, there is a small bit of doubt in your mind. You’re wondering, “By god, what if he does in fact beat me? What if Jason Golden comes out on top and takes this title from me?” Well I’ll tell you what Szaban, it would be for the betterment of this company. Now I won’t lie, you’re a fantastic wrestler. Hell I used to think of you as one of the best. Back in the curtain jerking days I would stay backstage and watch your matches on that television, hoping that one day we’d be going head to head in something that people viewed as a viable match-up rather than a squash match waiting to happen. And in all fairness, I’m the only one in this company that you can have a viable match with. Who else is going to step-up to the plate, god knows it won’t be Calaz. Mental has run off scared, Corpse is long gone, I ended the career of RKO and Black Jack with my own bear hands. It’s just you and me now Z, and damnit…I’m liking the looks of it.
The crowd cheers as Jason places the microphone at his side. A few kids in the front start up a Szaban chant, which is rivaled by a G-Dawg chant. The two sections are dueling back and forth until Jason simply lifts the mic back up to his mouth and stops all of the talking with that one movement.
//G-Dawg\\
Szaban, enjoy the gold around your waist. Hold on to it tight and never let it go. Now I know you’ve heard this before, the say your prayers and take your vitamins…blah, blah, blah I’m takin’ your gold, bullshit. That’s not coming out of my mouth Szaban, we’re getting down to the nitty gritty here and I’m not talking any bullshit. I’m getting right down to the point in this thing. You can talk all of the shit that you want about me not being as good as you. About me being the only one stupid enough to step up to the plate and take a swing at the big, bad, Szaban. But I can see past the bullshit unlike those arrogant fans of yours. They see you as a man with no fear, with no care in the world other than winning. Cut that shit, because anybody that isn’t brainwashed by that bullshit afro of yours will pay attention enough to what you’re saying and put two and two together.
You can talk about “taking the dog to the vet” and all of the other “clever” metaphors that I’ve just “NEVER” heard before. I mean bravo on that one, it’s a new one, albeit it’s still the worst form of insult that can be used on your opponent, still you just deserve a nice round of applause for that one. Come on people; give him a nice round of applause.
The crowd begins to laugh and begins to cheer and clap. Jason even places his microphone at his side once more to give a golf clap, playing along with the crowd. He suddenly stops though, lifts the mic back up once more and speaks again as the crowd is silent.
Finally. Finally, the time has come for me to take my place on the throne. It’s almost here, Szaban vs. G-Dawg. The biggest match-up in XVI history. But good old Szaban seems to think different, doesn’t he. Szaban has seemed to somehow implant into his brain the fact that he is, was, and always will be better than me in every aspect of wrestling. Well maybe you are, is that what you wanted to here? Maybe you have me overpowered, hell maybe you’ve already got me beaten. But god damnit, if you think that will stop me then you are severely mistaken. My entire career has been an uphill battle, and just because things get rough, you think I’m gonna suddenly pack my bags and head out? Nah, that’s not going to happen…not this time. You may have had people roll over and die on you before, people run off scared because they simply couldn’t handle the pressure, but this is G-Dawg. You’ve never…ever, been involved in something like this.
You can say that you’re not worried, you can say that you’ve dealt with better before and you’ve come out victorious…but deep down I know it’s there Szaban. Regardless of the size of it, there is a small bit of doubt in your mind. You’re wondering, “By god, what if he does in fact beat me? What if Jason Golden comes out on top and takes this title from me?” Well I’ll tell you what Szaban, it would be for the betterment of this company. Now I won’t lie, you’re a fantastic wrestler. Hell I used to think of you as one of the best. Back in the curtain jerking days I would stay backstage and watch your matches on that television, hoping that one day we’d be going head to head in something that people viewed as a viable match-up rather than a squash match waiting to happen. And in all fairness, I’m the only one in this company that you can have a viable match with. Who else is going to step-up to the plate, god knows it won’t be Calaz. Mental has run off scared, Corpse is long gone, I ended the career of RKO and Black Jack with my own bear hands. It’s just you and me now Z, and damnit…I’m liking the looks of it.
The crowd cheers as Jason places the microphone at his side. A few kids in the front start up a Szaban chant, which is rivaled by a G-Dawg chant. The two sections are dueling back and forth until Jason simply lifts the mic back up to his mouth and stops all of the talking with that one movement.
//G-Dawg\\
Szaban, enjoy the gold around your waist. Hold on to it tight and never let it go. Now I know you’ve heard this before, the say your prayers and take your vitamins…blah, blah, blah I’m takin’ your gold, bullshit. That’s not coming out of my mouth Szaban, we’re getting down to the nitty gritty here and I’m not talking any bullshit. I’m getting right down to the point in this thing. You can talk all of the shit that you want about me not being as good as you. About me being the only one stupid enough to step up to the plate and take a swing at the big, bad, Szaban. But I can see past the bullshit unlike those arrogant fans of yours. They see you as a man with no fear, with no care in the world other than winning. Cut that shit, because anybody that isn’t brainwashed by that bullshit afro of yours will pay attention enough to what you’re saying and put two and two together.
You can talk about “taking the dog to the vet” and all of the other “clever” metaphors that I’ve just “NEVER” heard before. I mean bravo on that one, it’s a new one, albeit it’s still the worst form of insult that can be used on your opponent, still you just deserve a nice round of applause for that one. Come on people; give him a nice round of applause.
The crowd begins to laugh and begins to cheer and clap. Jason even places his microphone at his side once more to give a golf clap, playing along with the crowd. He suddenly stops though, lifts the mic back up once more and speaks again as the crowd is silent.
Death
Deliverance for you for sure
//G-Dawg\\
The fun and games are over now though. It’s time for me to prove my point. You’ve rambled on until quite frankly I can’t bother listening to what you say anymore. I know what’s going on though, you talk a bit about how you’re my superior and that you’re miles ahead of me in terms of skill. You throw in a few clever quips about the Dawg, throw in a catch phrase or two, then say you’re the best and make your way backstage. It’s a rinse, lather, repeat situation, Z. You come out and spew your bullshit and expect me to somehow fear you. Wake up and get out of this dream that you’re living in, because I don’t fear you Szaban. Not a bit. Do I know that you’re a tough opponent, well yes I do. But knowledge does not equal fear. It’s quite the opposite. When you have knowledge of your opponent, you’ve got nothing to fear. But when you’re left in the dark, it consumes you. That’s what is going on in your mind right now Szaban. You don’t know what to expect from me, and you don’t know what in gods name will happen after you lose your title. You’re afraid of the unknown…and at the moment the unknown is me. So now more than ever the phrase that you’ve heard many times before stands true…”Be Afraid”. They say that you shouldn’t fear the unknown, but oh no…how these tables have been turned. You don’t realize what is coming for you Szaban. You don’t know what I’ve been through to get to this point. I’ve worked my ass off since I first stepped foot in this ring so that I could reach this point in my career. So now, here I am. I am on the verge of possibly winning my first world title…and only one man is standing in my way…Szaban. Tomorrow night, I will prove to the world that I’m no longer the man that you’re used to seeing. I’ve changed, I’ve got this goal to achieve and I’m going to do it. I will fulfill this dream that I’ve had for so long, and well Szaban….
The fun and games are over now though. It’s time for me to prove my point. You’ve rambled on until quite frankly I can’t bother listening to what you say anymore. I know what’s going on though, you talk a bit about how you’re my superior and that you’re miles ahead of me in terms of skill. You throw in a few clever quips about the Dawg, throw in a catch phrase or two, then say you’re the best and make your way backstage. It’s a rinse, lather, repeat situation, Z. You come out and spew your bullshit and expect me to somehow fear you. Wake up and get out of this dream that you’re living in, because I don’t fear you Szaban. Not a bit. Do I know that you’re a tough opponent, well yes I do. But knowledge does not equal fear. It’s quite the opposite. When you have knowledge of your opponent, you’ve got nothing to fear. But when you’re left in the dark, it consumes you. That’s what is going on in your mind right now Szaban. You don’t know what to expect from me, and you don’t know what in gods name will happen after you lose your title. You’re afraid of the unknown…and at the moment the unknown is me. So now more than ever the phrase that you’ve heard many times before stands true…”Be Afraid”. They say that you shouldn’t fear the unknown, but oh no…how these tables have been turned. You don’t realize what is coming for you Szaban. You don’t know what I’ve been through to get to this point. I’ve worked my ass off since I first stepped foot in this ring so that I could reach this point in my career. So now, here I am. I am on the verge of possibly winning my first world title…and only one man is standing in my way…Szaban. Tomorrow night, I will prove to the world that I’m no longer the man that you’re used to seeing. I’ve changed, I’ve got this goal to achieve and I’m going to do it. I will fulfill this dream that I’ve had for so long, and well Szaban….
There is nothing you can do
