Post by Jaggeroth on Feb 27, 2010 20:06:01 GMT
The arena falls silent waiting for Jaggeroth, fans start letting out random hoots and howlers for the hell of it. The silence is broken when.....
"Congregation please be seated and open your prayer guides to the book of revelations, Psalm 69.....69 69 69 69 69!"
"I feel sorry for VWE's newest talent, Josh Tucker. Tonight he is getting an in depth look into the world of pro wrestling."
"Yeah, and it doesn't help that he's being trained by that psycho Jaggeroth either."
The lights in the arena die off; the fans in attendance start flicking their zippos in the darkened sports center. Fog machines, which Jaggeroth stole from GHW upon his departure, start to erupt their loads of Jaggeroth's red mist.
drinking the blood of Jesus
drinking it right from his veins
learning to swim in the ocean
learning to prowl in his name
the body of Christ looked unto me
a preacher with cock in his hand
he wants you to suck on the holy ghost
and swallow the sins of man
From the entrance ramp a spot light hums to life, revealing through the red mist a tall figure. The silhouette flicks back its long hair and continues its march down the ramp and into the ringside area.
"Introducing first, from the haunted cornfields of NEEEBRAASKA! Standing at six foot eight inches and weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds....this is JAGGEEEEER.....ROTH!"
A hand wafts out of the red mist, it grabs onto the middle rope and Jaggeroth lifts himself onto the outside of the ring. Jaggy pears through the electric crowd that was in attendance tonight, his mouth forms a disgusted looked. Jaggy goes over the middle rope and into the ring.
the invisible piss of the holy ghost
comes down like acid rain
they're making a profit off terminal guilt
the scavengers go on parade
the promise of life and eternity
is used just like the sword
he'll filled you up with his devil's cock
and he'll come in the name of the lord
Jaggeroth walks over to the announcer grabbing the mic out of her hand with force. She walks away and hides in the corner of the ring as The Psycho King prepares to speak.
"Josh Tucker, you say you need a little training? Well you couldn't of picked anyone better to do it!"
The crowd rains down their disgust for Jaggeroth's antics.
"We will make things simple, Josh. You come down here to the ring right now and accept the beating you are about to receive. I might go easy on you, but don't expect it."
Jaggeroth slams down the mic onto the mat. He stands in the middle of the ring and awaits the arrival of his trainee.
TBCB: Josh Tucker
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Ok Josh, here is a simple entrance. They let the opponents know that they are both ready. Entrances don't mean squat when it comes to judging a match so if your don't want to do anything grand then don't bother. Now, do an entrance for me then we can get down to business.
"Congregation please be seated and open your prayer guides to the book of revelations, Psalm 69.....69 69 69 69 69!"
"I feel sorry for VWE's newest talent, Josh Tucker. Tonight he is getting an in depth look into the world of pro wrestling."
"Yeah, and it doesn't help that he's being trained by that psycho Jaggeroth either."
The lights in the arena die off; the fans in attendance start flicking their zippos in the darkened sports center. Fog machines, which Jaggeroth stole from GHW upon his departure, start to erupt their loads of Jaggeroth's red mist.
drinking the blood of Jesus
drinking it right from his veins
learning to swim in the ocean
learning to prowl in his name
the body of Christ looked unto me
a preacher with cock in his hand
he wants you to suck on the holy ghost
and swallow the sins of man
From the entrance ramp a spot light hums to life, revealing through the red mist a tall figure. The silhouette flicks back its long hair and continues its march down the ramp and into the ringside area.
"Introducing first, from the haunted cornfields of NEEEBRAASKA! Standing at six foot eight inches and weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds....this is JAGGEEEEER.....ROTH!"
A hand wafts out of the red mist, it grabs onto the middle rope and Jaggeroth lifts himself onto the outside of the ring. Jaggy pears through the electric crowd that was in attendance tonight, his mouth forms a disgusted looked. Jaggy goes over the middle rope and into the ring.
the invisible piss of the holy ghost
comes down like acid rain
they're making a profit off terminal guilt
the scavengers go on parade
the promise of life and eternity
is used just like the sword
he'll filled you up with his devil's cock
and he'll come in the name of the lord
Jaggeroth walks over to the announcer grabbing the mic out of her hand with force. She walks away and hides in the corner of the ring as The Psycho King prepares to speak.
"Josh Tucker, you say you need a little training? Well you couldn't of picked anyone better to do it!"
The crowd rains down their disgust for Jaggeroth's antics.
"We will make things simple, Josh. You come down here to the ring right now and accept the beating you are about to receive. I might go easy on you, but don't expect it."
Jaggeroth slams down the mic onto the mat. He stands in the middle of the ring and awaits the arrival of his trainee.
TBCB: Josh Tucker
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Ok Josh, here is a simple entrance. They let the opponents know that they are both ready. Entrances don't mean squat when it comes to judging a match so if your don't want to do anything grand then don't bother. Now, do an entrance for me then we can get down to business.
