Post by Whiser on Feb 23, 2010 1:48:51 GMT
The sound of sticks percussing on a snare drum in a light roll breaks over the arena sound system, and a smooth riff from the "axe" of Velvet Revolver's lead guitarist Slash ebbs in as an undertone, their hit track The Last Fight plays. The lights of the arena dim and fade, and the shadow of a large bent figure can be seen as he enters the arena at the top of the stage ramp. The figure stumbles slowly toward the ring and then the lights start to shine again.
Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like when I was doing time in the can,
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery...
"Making his way to the ring from the heart of Austin, Texas. Standing at a towering 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at a bone shattering 335 lbs, "The Never Dying Flame" Bud Whiser!"
Bud walks down the ramp with a wide grin stretch across his face, he wears his dirty, tattered jeans and blood stained IWA tee shirt. The smoke of his Cigar chokes the air, and the stink of his beer soaked hair squirms across the face of everyone in arms reach, He is cloaked in a glaze of beer and sweat and trumps to the ring unapologetically, the cheers of his small cult like following resonating loudly, throughout the arena that has broken to deafening quiet as the crowd stares at him shocked at the sight of his appearance.
Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more more than misery
With the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
"Now here comes Bud Whiser! The man that Ryan Hughes refers to as a "Grizzly Character"
"Ha! Grizzly Character my ass....Bud Whiser has got to be the dirtiest, most foul smelling thing to ever step foot in a professional wrestling ring. I think he keeps himself this way just to get an edge on his opponent. I can’t bear to look at the guy, imagine having to clash with him in the ring.”
Bud gets half way down the ramp and he gives his opponent a slight nod. He puts his cigar out on his hand, and tosses it to the ground. Bud rises his arm in a salute to the crowd, and jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, he lets out one of his trademark battle cries.
Breaking the chains of featherwights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
There afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living...living our prayer
The ending guitar solo of the song is now playing and pyro flares are erupting from the ring post. Once he reaches the ring, Bud raises both his arms and stares down his opponent.
Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like when I was doing time in the can,
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery...
"Making his way to the ring from the heart of Austin, Texas. Standing at a towering 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at a bone shattering 335 lbs, "The Never Dying Flame" Bud Whiser!"
Bud walks down the ramp with a wide grin stretch across his face, he wears his dirty, tattered jeans and blood stained IWA tee shirt. The smoke of his Cigar chokes the air, and the stink of his beer soaked hair squirms across the face of everyone in arms reach, He is cloaked in a glaze of beer and sweat and trumps to the ring unapologetically, the cheers of his small cult like following resonating loudly, throughout the arena that has broken to deafening quiet as the crowd stares at him shocked at the sight of his appearance.
Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more more than misery
With the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
"Now here comes Bud Whiser! The man that Ryan Hughes refers to as a "Grizzly Character"
"Ha! Grizzly Character my ass....Bud Whiser has got to be the dirtiest, most foul smelling thing to ever step foot in a professional wrestling ring. I think he keeps himself this way just to get an edge on his opponent. I can’t bear to look at the guy, imagine having to clash with him in the ring.”
Bud gets half way down the ramp and he gives his opponent a slight nod. He puts his cigar out on his hand, and tosses it to the ground. Bud rises his arm in a salute to the crowd, and jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, he lets out one of his trademark battle cries.
Breaking the chains of featherwights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
There afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living...living our prayer
The ending guitar solo of the song is now playing and pyro flares are erupting from the ring post. Once he reaches the ring, Bud raises both his arms and stares down his opponent.
