Post by hassanumer999 on Jul 2, 2008 19:39:22 GMT
The crowd are, as usual, in their joyous, happy mood. Poor creatures, they are, for they devour each and everything they see, and they let themselves be literal whores as they shove down everything they are fed, deep down their throats. The camera rotates around the arena, zooming in on a typical ICW fan holding up a sign. As if their opinions on "who rawkz" matters. The fans cheers suddenly stop as the lights in the arena go dim, but comparatively strong underneath the titantron and on the four posts of the ring. In Flame's genre defining song, The Jester Race hits, and the fans boos quickly overshadow the majestic acoustic riff, backed up by the contrasting loud drumming. As the riff intensifies, the fans start booing even more loudly, to a point where even the commentary team's useless babbling cannot even be heard. Sycho Sam appears from behind the curtains, holding a beer can in his right hand, and a singapore cane in his left. He sneers as the camera zooms in his face, takes a small sip from his budweiser can and walks down the ramp. A fan tugs at his shirt, and calls him a "sell-out", and another follows up by saying "primadonna". The fans follow suit and hurl incredible amounts of intelligible insults at Sam, mostly of "Sell Out" and "Primaddonna". Sam looks at a fan straight in the eye, and the fan, not the least afraid, flips the bird at the Psychotic One. His loss. Sam spits his beer in his face, blinding the fan, and then swings his stick, hitting the helpless, and retarted ICW fan on his left ear. The fan goes down, crying, like the little bitch that he is, and Sam walks further down the ramp, approaching the ring. He throws his cane, or at least, the remnants of it, aside and slides into the ring, the fan's boos escelating further. Sam asks for a microphone, and lets the fan's useless drivel subside before speaking.
"So. I guess you all heard the news, haven't you?"
The fans respond with a barrage of boos, but as usual, their boos have no effect on the Hardcore Headbanger.
"I'll take that, as a yes."
Sam paces up and down the ring, cracking his knuckles casually, before speaking again.
"Where to begin, where to begin. Oh yes! I'll begin with . . . Johnny Napalm. The guy who cried his way to the top. The guy who cried his way to becoming the FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME. Hardcore Champion. Hell, he wouldn't have been here in ICW if I didn't ask him to join!! And this is the thanks I get. He calls me a primadonna. Boohoo. At least I don't cry like a fucking Emo. And when I do whine, I talk about killing people, I talk about sodomizing women, I talk about entering a bar, and blowing all those motherfuckers to hell. While this . . . POSER, whines and whines for a hardcore match, and when he DOES get it, what does he do? He flops. He freaking flops. At least I didn't ask for the freaking TNS title shot. I didn't ask for a number one contender match. I didn't ask for an Extreme Title match. I may not have won all those matches, but at least I didn't whine for them!"
The crowd starts chanting "Fuck you Sammy" in a clapping rythm.
"Speaking of titles, this brings me to, N . . . V . . . X. He goes all loner and cuts a badly scripted promo about how everyone in the XWO has gone mad after gold. He cites The Rock, Reeves, DaKondemned, Razor Rock, and ME as an example. Let me get a couple of things clear. THE ROCK! The Rock is the worst peice of shit ever to step into a ring. Reeves, follows up closely in second place. DaKon, and Razor? DaKon, I respect him, I've got nothing to say to him. But Razor Rock has to be the most pathetic gimmick EVER. The Rock's SON!? The Rock is only 37 or something and this Razor Rock is over 20. And we all know The Rock HAS no son, so why do you people LET this shit to be shoved down your COCKSUCKING THROATS!?!?!?"
The crowd stay silent, talking to each other in whispers.
"Revolution? I'll tell you what a revolution is. A revolution is when the weak revolt, and the strong are overthrown. When the scum of the earth take down the high society. THIS . . . this is no revolution. And even if it was, it's flame, has gone out."
Sam's microphone is cut before he can say no more, and security guards escort him out.
((OOC: everything in this was IN CHARACTER so don't get offended. Then again, Sycho Sam is pretty much an in character representation of me, but fuck that. Whenever I leave a fed, i always leave by doing a "shoot promo". I have NOTHING against ICW: Revolution. You people helped me take my roleplaying to a whole new level. I still look at my 10,000 light tubes match against DonkeyDude as one of my most memorable matches, and the one I had with DaKon was fucking awesome. Tripp, Evan, Desperado, Darnez, DonkeyDude, DaKon, Lachlan, Scally, Purest, NVX, and anyone else I failed to mention. all of you have been amazing to work with and it has been a pleasure to roleplay in ICW. A PLEASURE. And I aint joking either. I have no real reason on leaving, other than I just felt like leaving, and moving on into a new chapter in my RPing career. Thank you ICW, it has been an honour working with you guys. (and johnny, dont take what i said in the rp seriously, it was all in character) ))
"So. I guess you all heard the news, haven't you?"
The fans respond with a barrage of boos, but as usual, their boos have no effect on the Hardcore Headbanger.
"I'll take that, as a yes."
Sam paces up and down the ring, cracking his knuckles casually, before speaking again.
"Where to begin, where to begin. Oh yes! I'll begin with . . . Johnny Napalm. The guy who cried his way to the top. The guy who cried his way to becoming the FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME, FIVE TIME. Hardcore Champion. Hell, he wouldn't have been here in ICW if I didn't ask him to join!! And this is the thanks I get. He calls me a primadonna. Boohoo. At least I don't cry like a fucking Emo. And when I do whine, I talk about killing people, I talk about sodomizing women, I talk about entering a bar, and blowing all those motherfuckers to hell. While this . . . POSER, whines and whines for a hardcore match, and when he DOES get it, what does he do? He flops. He freaking flops. At least I didn't ask for the freaking TNS title shot. I didn't ask for a number one contender match. I didn't ask for an Extreme Title match. I may not have won all those matches, but at least I didn't whine for them!"
The crowd starts chanting "Fuck you Sammy" in a clapping rythm.
"Speaking of titles, this brings me to, N . . . V . . . X. He goes all loner and cuts a badly scripted promo about how everyone in the XWO has gone mad after gold. He cites The Rock, Reeves, DaKondemned, Razor Rock, and ME as an example. Let me get a couple of things clear. THE ROCK! The Rock is the worst peice of shit ever to step into a ring. Reeves, follows up closely in second place. DaKon, and Razor? DaKon, I respect him, I've got nothing to say to him. But Razor Rock has to be the most pathetic gimmick EVER. The Rock's SON!? The Rock is only 37 or something and this Razor Rock is over 20. And we all know The Rock HAS no son, so why do you people LET this shit to be shoved down your COCKSUCKING THROATS!?!?!?"
The crowd stay silent, talking to each other in whispers.
"Revolution? I'll tell you what a revolution is. A revolution is when the weak revolt, and the strong are overthrown. When the scum of the earth take down the high society. THIS . . . this is no revolution. And even if it was, it's flame, has gone out."
Sam's microphone is cut before he can say no more, and security guards escort him out.
((OOC: everything in this was IN CHARACTER so don't get offended. Then again, Sycho Sam is pretty much an in character representation of me, but fuck that. Whenever I leave a fed, i always leave by doing a "shoot promo". I have NOTHING against ICW: Revolution. You people helped me take my roleplaying to a whole new level. I still look at my 10,000 light tubes match against DonkeyDude as one of my most memorable matches, and the one I had with DaKon was fucking awesome. Tripp, Evan, Desperado, Darnez, DonkeyDude, DaKon, Lachlan, Scally, Purest, NVX, and anyone else I failed to mention. all of you have been amazing to work with and it has been a pleasure to roleplay in ICW. A PLEASURE. And I aint joking either. I have no real reason on leaving, other than I just felt like leaving, and moving on into a new chapter in my RPing career. Thank you ICW, it has been an honour working with you guys. (and johnny, dont take what i said in the rp seriously, it was all in character) ))
