Post by Chris Carlington on Jun 2, 2008 5:22:24 GMT
On returning from commercial, we are shown a shot of the ring, with a man who hasn't been seen here before in it. A very imposing presence, the crowd seems to pick up vibes that they shouldn't really be cheering for this guy. It's obvious he means business.
He is wearing a heavy black overcoat, which seems to bulk up his figure, although it doesn't need bulking to be big. Underneath, he is wearing orange long tights, with one word printed on the back and sides in green.
That word is "Carlington"
Angle: Well I don't know who this guy is, and he hasn't even said anything yet, but i hate him already. He seems to just...radiate...with, well, for want of a better word, evil.
JTG: What the hell you on about, fool? This guy's da bomb!
Angle: Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and I am most certainly not a fool!
JTG: Come on man, I'm just foolin'. This dude looks like he's got potential though.
The arena becomes deathly silent as the stranger lifts a microphone to his lips...
Carlington: Hello. My name is Chris Carlington, and I have come to this ring with no opponent in front of me. That is not my usual style. Unless there is someone to brutalize, the High-Flying Heavyweight, generally speaking, keeps to himself. But I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only.
I have come out to this ring here tonight to tell you all that my name is Chris Carlington, and I am here to make an impact. Anyone who stands in my way will be annihilated. You have been warned.
Carlington now places the microphone on the ground, leaves the ring and walks, simply walks, backstage. The impersonal manner in which this is done is chilling, and the silence hangs until the commentators regain their composure.
Angle: Well, certainly a chilling message sent out here by this "Chris Carlington" character. Not to say I like it, but it was effective.
JTG: You don't have to like it. Didn't you listen? He doesn't care what you, or anyone thinks. But personally, I got chills. That was sick.
Angle: I agree with you on that count...although I think i have a different definition for "sick" in mind.
He is wearing a heavy black overcoat, which seems to bulk up his figure, although it doesn't need bulking to be big. Underneath, he is wearing orange long tights, with one word printed on the back and sides in green.
That word is "Carlington"
Angle: Well I don't know who this guy is, and he hasn't even said anything yet, but i hate him already. He seems to just...radiate...with, well, for want of a better word, evil.
JTG: What the hell you on about, fool? This guy's da bomb!
Angle: Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and I am most certainly not a fool!
JTG: Come on man, I'm just foolin'. This dude looks like he's got potential though.
The arena becomes deathly silent as the stranger lifts a microphone to his lips...
Carlington: Hello. My name is Chris Carlington, and I have come to this ring with no opponent in front of me. That is not my usual style. Unless there is someone to brutalize, the High-Flying Heavyweight, generally speaking, keeps to himself. But I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only.
I have come out to this ring here tonight to tell you all that my name is Chris Carlington, and I am here to make an impact. Anyone who stands in my way will be annihilated. You have been warned.
Carlington now places the microphone on the ground, leaves the ring and walks, simply walks, backstage. The impersonal manner in which this is done is chilling, and the silence hangs until the commentators regain their composure.
Angle: Well, certainly a chilling message sent out here by this "Chris Carlington" character. Not to say I like it, but it was effective.
JTG: You don't have to like it. Didn't you listen? He doesn't care what you, or anyone thinks. But personally, I got chills. That was sick.
Angle: I agree with you on that count...although I think i have a different definition for "sick" in mind.