Post by chainz on Mar 22, 2008 18:12:45 GMT
Eric: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we are back, and it is now time for our main event! It is the debut match of a new superstar, Chainz.
JTG: Aw yeah, Chainz is my boy!
Eric: Well, I have heard that he is very obnoxious and arrogant.
JTG: Yeah, but he can back it up.
The lights get darker. Remember the Name by Fort Minor hits the speakers. A bunch of men appear on the ramp. They are big, tall, shady African American men. Right in the middle is a much smaller white man. That little white man is Chainz. The crew of men start to slowly walk toward the ring. The crowd doesn't know whether to cheer for him, or boo him. So they just sit there quietly in their seats.
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Chantel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Steel Cage match! Introducing first, from Queens, New York, weighing in a 222 pounds and standing at a 6'2, Chainz
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Chainz walks down the middle of the ramp, with his crew right behind him. A fan in the front row pull out his hand, asking Chainz to high five him. Chainz looks at the fan with disgust and laughs at him. He continues on to the ring.
Eric: Did you see that?! What an attitude! And what is with that large crew of hoodlums he has with him. Does he really need all that protection.
JTG: They're his homies, son! They roll with him to keep dirty, poor people away from him.
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
Chainz stops in front of the ring. He barks out orders to his crew members, telling them to surround the ring. Chainz then slides in the ring. The music stops. Chainz calmly walks to the edge of the ring and orders an ICW worker to fetch him a microphone. He brings Chainz a microphone, but Chainz refuses to take it. The worker looks confused. One of Chainz's crew members snatches the microphone away from the worker. He hands it to Chainz. Chainz accepts the microphone. Chainz walks to the middle of the ring with microphone in hand. Chainz frowns at the crowd. He places the microphone near his mouth and begins to talk.
Chainz: (rapping) Yo, yo, yo, this is my debut match, son.
So my opponent better run.
You people are lucky I would even waste energy
Because we all know that there is no one ahead of me.
Like I even care what you people think.
I'll throw evrything at my opponent tonight, even the kitchen sink.
Tony edison doesn't stand a chance.
After I destroy him, I'll pull his strings and make him dance.
Because I am about to make my mark.
This dog's got the bite and the bark.
Tonight, Tony Edison is going to scream in pains.
Get ready...for the debut of Chainz!
The crowd bursts into boss.
Eric: Somebody's a little cocky.
JTG: Hey, that rap was kind of catchy...The debut of Chainz.
JTG: Aw yeah, Chainz is my boy!
Eric: Well, I have heard that he is very obnoxious and arrogant.
JTG: Yeah, but he can back it up.
The lights get darker. Remember the Name by Fort Minor hits the speakers. A bunch of men appear on the ramp. They are big, tall, shady African American men. Right in the middle is a much smaller white man. That little white man is Chainz. The crew of men start to slowly walk toward the ring. The crowd doesn't know whether to cheer for him, or boo him. So they just sit there quietly in their seats.
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Chantel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Steel Cage match! Introducing first, from Queens, New York, weighing in a 222 pounds and standing at a 6'2, Chainz
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Chainz walks down the middle of the ramp, with his crew right behind him. A fan in the front row pull out his hand, asking Chainz to high five him. Chainz looks at the fan with disgust and laughs at him. He continues on to the ring.
Eric: Did you see that?! What an attitude! And what is with that large crew of hoodlums he has with him. Does he really need all that protection.
JTG: They're his homies, son! They roll with him to keep dirty, poor people away from him.
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
Chainz stops in front of the ring. He barks out orders to his crew members, telling them to surround the ring. Chainz then slides in the ring. The music stops. Chainz calmly walks to the edge of the ring and orders an ICW worker to fetch him a microphone. He brings Chainz a microphone, but Chainz refuses to take it. The worker looks confused. One of Chainz's crew members snatches the microphone away from the worker. He hands it to Chainz. Chainz accepts the microphone. Chainz walks to the middle of the ring with microphone in hand. Chainz frowns at the crowd. He places the microphone near his mouth and begins to talk.
Chainz: (rapping) Yo, yo, yo, this is my debut match, son.
So my opponent better run.
You people are lucky I would even waste energy
Because we all know that there is no one ahead of me.
Like I even care what you people think.
I'll throw evrything at my opponent tonight, even the kitchen sink.
Tony edison doesn't stand a chance.
After I destroy him, I'll pull his strings and make him dance.
Because I am about to make my mark.
This dog's got the bite and the bark.
Tonight, Tony Edison is going to scream in pains.
Get ready...for the debut of Chainz!
The crowd bursts into boss.
Eric: Somebody's a little cocky.
JTG: Hey, that rap was kind of catchy...The debut of Chainz.
