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Post by gokulio on Mar 14, 2010 13:20:58 GMT -5
The lights go out for a few seconds causing confusion around the whole stadium. The number 10 appears on the titantron, then the number 9, then the number 8 and so on. Each time a number shows on the tron, a dark blueish light shines on the top of the stage, lighting up the area below the large screen which is showing the countdown, enabling the audience to only see that area of the arena and thus drawing their attention towards it. In the 1 second interval between each number appearing, the lights go out again. Also as each number appears, a familiar sound can be heard throughout the arena. 5... Darkness... 4... Darkness... 3... Darkness... 2...Darkness... 1... The Darkness this time round lasts for about 4 seconds, until... BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!Beyond the noise of Jericho's theme can be heard the roaring boos being delivered by the anti-Jericho fans in the crowd - that being around 95% of people in attendance and rightly so because of Chris' recent arrogance and resilience towards his former fans. The same eerie blue light returns and once again lights up the stage, only to show Y2J walking out slowly and smugly, with the World Heavyweight belt laid out on his right shoulder and a mic in his left hand. He stops at the top of the stage and looks outwards towards the crowd with a look on his face that resembles neither joy nor sorrow nor anger. When he is done, he makes his way gradually down the ramp. As he does so, the dark blue light moves along with him down towards the ring, at his pace so as to keep the spotlight on him only. He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. As he stands in the centre of the ring, the radius of the spotlight expands outwards so that it engulfs the ring in its dark blueness.  Chris JerichoYou may all be wondering what that was that you just witnessed. Let me tell you. That is the countdown that shall mark a new era for me and for this business. That is MY countdown that shall mark MY destiny; MY story, as the greatest to ever be told for a WWE superstar..! [/color] Chris JerichoKurt Angle... That's a name that to all you people means a lot more than the name Chris Jericho.[/color] The crowd boo as Chris mentions his own name. Chris JerichoThough of course, your opinions don't exactly mean much considering the fact that I have already established that you are all uneducated and easily fooled into believing a lie. That lie being that the Gold Medal that Angle carries around with him everywhere he goes means that he is a great wrestler and a true star. Well let me be the one to tell you all that tonight, when I beat Kurt and send him to the nearest emergency hospital, you will all be shown what a worthless piece of crap he really is![/color] The crowd erupt in thunderous boos and begin chanting "You suck!" over and over. Jericho surprisingly allows a smile to arise. Chris JerichoNo, no, no. You are all the ones that suck.[/color] Booooo!Chris JerichoThough I've got to admit, Kurt Angle is definitely the biggest loser I know. What's that thing he believes..? Oh yeah, that if he drinks lots of milk his bones will grow nice and strong. That's what his mumma told him when he was young. Hey, I'm bored talking to all of you idiots. I want to speak to Kurt right here, right now! So Kurt, I suggest you immediately grow some balls, and some hair while you're at it, and get your ass out here NOW![/color] Jericho awaits the arrival of Kurt Angle...  TBC Kurt Angle...[/center] |
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Post by ratedrpunk619 on Mar 15, 2010 14:51:31 GMT -5
Chris Jericho is seen circling around the ring impatiently for Kurt Angle. The crowd notices that Jericho is a little infuriated and decide to amuse themselves by making him more furious. In no time at all, "Angle" chants erupt throughout the crowd. The chanting, like frostbite to the skin, makes Jericho cover his ears, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes all the while. The chanting gets even louder and louder. For thirty seconds, the crowd mentally torture Jericho until it appears that Kurt Angle isn't coming out. Disappointed and confused, the crowd stops their chanting. Jericho, who is now sprawled up in the corner of the ring trying to drown out their taunting, opens his eyes and realizes that the crowd has stopped. Not only that, Kurt Angle, the man who has shown the world that he fears no man, hasn’t come out either. Jericho, now starts to spread a cocky smirk across his face. To retain his new found pride in Angle's absence, he quickly gets to his feet in contrast to his earlier fetal position. Jericho, now to his feet, raises the microphone up to his lips as if he's ready to rub it in everyone's faces. But before he can utter a single syllable.............
Suddenly, the sounds of trumpets fill the entire arena followed by the both uplifting and patriotic guitar riffs of a familiar theme song that everyone, including a surprised Jericho, know. With each riff, encouragement and anticipation sprout within the audience. The roaring of cheers, mixed in with more "Angle" chants put a damper on both Jericho's pride and sensitivity. For about thirty seconds this goes on until, the man of the hour, Kurt Angle makes his first WWE PPV appearance in over four years. A usual companion of a wrestler when making their way to the ring is the microphone which is gripped in Kurt's right hand. The sight of Kurt Angle at the top of the ramp glaring at him makes Jericho shiver a little bit with his eyes wide open. Kurt Angle, wearing a robe with a pattern of the American flag on it, bends over slightly looking at the ground. Looking closely, it would have appeared to anyone that Angle was muttering something to himself, perhaps pre-match meditation or words of anger. Whatever the reason, what happens next catches the eye of the viewers the most as Kurt Angle, now gritting his teeth stands right back up with both arms extended outward of his body. Red, white and blue fireworks fly out form behind him, one of the other captivating the viewers with awe. Kurt Angle, takes his robe off, revealing his traditional wrestling attire. He slings the robe over his shoulder and now focuses his vision on his sought out prey, the World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Jericho. Kurt Angle walks slowly down the ramp, obviously an intimidation tactic on Angle's part, but it serves for more than one purpose. It's as if Kurt Angle has been tested by fate to see if he was ready for this moment. With Shane in the hospital, SES preoccupied by Bret Hart and the match these two would compete in, it's as if Kurt Angle has everything he needs to finally become the one thing that he's ever wanted ever since returning. The World Heavyweight Championship. The roaring fans look like wild lions trying to get at Kurt Angle as he walks down the ramp, swiping at him and roaring at him, but Angle doesn't pay them any mind. Chris Jericho's demise was his main objective. When Kurt Angle finally gets to the steel steps, he smirks a little bit. He then climbs up the steps, enters the ring and stares right into the face of his tormentor. Jericho, who is still in a state of shock feigns courage and steps a few big steps right into Kurt Angle's direction until the they are face to face. The tips of their noses, just a few millimeters away. Kurt Angle's music finally stops, but that doesn't stop the stare down at all. When Jericho's spotlight goes off, however, Kurt Angle suddenly turns around, much to Jericho's surprise and looks at the skybox where technical crew are to provide the viewers with luminous entertainment.
::Kurt Angle::
"Uh, hold on a second. Actually, I'd like that spotlight back, please."
In no time at all, the spotlight returns. Kurt Angle then turns his attention back to Jericho.
::Kurt Angle::
"I want this chump to have his focus completely on me like I have on him."
Now knowing where Angle stands with Jericho, the crowd starts to cheer again for Angle similar to before. After about ten seconds, the cheering dies down again. Instead of ignoring it to avoid stumbling when he's speaking, Kurt Angle turns around to the audience.
::Kurt Angle::
"Um, everyone. I really don't ask you guys this a lot, but for right now, can you please be quiet. Just refrain from cheering or booing or clapping. Just whisper among yourselves if that's not too much trouble. Thank you."
Kurt Angle turns his attention once again back to Chris Jericho. Angle, now all smiles, chuckles to himself before responding to Jericho.
::Kurt Angle::
"Well, well, well. So big bad Jericho finally decided to strap himself a pair and call me out, huh? Don't see that everyday."
Kurt Angle walks around the ring in a little circle trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, he turns his back on Jericho and faces the ramp looking up at the titantron.
::Kurt Angle::
"Jericho, I don't think you've grasped the severity of just how deep in your own sh*bleep* you really are because A. You used so much hair gel and spray on that Jedward wannabe haircut that it seeped into the little, feeble thing of a brain you have and it's interefered with your abiltiy to think logically or B. You think that your little buddies, Shane McPansy and the Not So Straight Society are gonna fly to your rescue, right? From a telephone booth, you know? But see, Jericho, I'm an artist. I like it paint my opponenets a mental picture of just how much pain they're in for when they step in the ring with me, especially when they piss me off. You and your buddies have screwed me more than a hooker and it's about time that I put an end to it tonight. But anyways, back to that picture. It's a little masterpiece just for you. I call it "Reality"."
Kurt Angle's grin widens as he once again gets in Jericho's face.
::Kurt Angle::
"The only reason that you're the World Heavyweight Champion is because people have keeped crewin' me and keeping you away from a chance at your title, until now. The biggest reason of all, is about 6 feet and comes in a size small if you know what I mean. Shane McMahon, aka your sugardaddy, is lying in a hospital bed with broken bones, a crushed body and a dampered ego wondering what the hell happned to him. I'll tell you what. Karma. He should have realized that if you mess with the bull, you gets the horns. Too little too late for him. The point is, there is no Shane McMahon here to help you. No Shane to stop the match and give you the title. None of that sh*bleep*. And Jericho, there is just one more thing that you need to realize if your ever gonna live in this life again. I hope it doesn't catch you off guard. Remember, this isn't an ordinary match. It's a STEEL CAGE match. Limited area to escape except by over the top, but you'll be to busy tapping for your life once your ankle gets trapped in the Ankle Lock. But if you think that's all I'm gonna do to you, you're wrong. I'm gonna break your will to live. Once I'm finished with you, you'll be to busy in therapy sessions to worry about getting your precious title back. As if it means anything to you, anyways. People like you make me sick. All you see is the glamour part of wrestling. The spotlights, the women, the money, the championships, the noteriety, the fame. You want that crap, go star in a Twilight movie. But me, I see it from a differnt angle. I see passion, blood, sweat, tears, redemption, fulfillment. That's what I see and what every wrestler in the world should see. Tonight, Jericho, I'm not just representing me and my pride. I'm representing the true values and morals that wrestling should offer. Tonight, Chris Jericho, just like the real Walls of Jericho, you will crumble beneath my never ending vengenance."
The crowd can no longer contain themsleves as they start cheering and clapping of Kurt's inspiring words that seem to strike fear into the eyes of Jericho as he stares across the man who inevitably wants to end his life as he knows it.
TBC by Chris Jericho. |
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Post by kufi on Mar 15, 2010 19:09:14 GMT -5
how did you do so good!?
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Post by nakedgirls on Mar 15, 2010 19:32:27 GMT -5
Ok, a few things here:
1. Will you stop posting in between peoples post? It's considered disrespect in the Efed community.
2. Don't post at all, if you're going to ask the same repeated questioned on everybody's promos.
3. Waiit until the last poster notifies that it's the END, then comment.
Sorry to sound so blunt, but it's quite annoying, eh?
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Post by gmaccount on Mar 15, 2010 22:05:32 GMT -5
Ok, a few things here: 1. Will you stop posting in between peoples post? It's considered disrespect in the Efed community. 2. Don't post at all, if you're going to ask the same repeated questioned on everybody's promos. 3. Waiit until the last poster notifies that it's the END, then comment. Sorry to sound so blunt, but it's quite annoying, eh? You have no idea. |
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Post by gokulio on Mar 17, 2010 13:52:42 GMT -5
Chris Jericho
Kurt, contrary to your misguided belief that I need people like Shane McMahon standing beside me all the time lending me a helping hand, here's the reality: YOU are the one who needs all the help he can get! YOU are the one who will end up shamefully on the ground tonight while I hold MY World Heavyweight Title above my head! You are..!
Jericho walks from side to side to gather his thoughts and to relax himself ever so slightly. Eventually he goes to speak on the microphone again, only to be bombarded with hateful chants from the fans:
You suck! You suck! You suck!
Chris Jericho
You keep going on and on about how the Straight Edge Society saved my ass in that match we had together by causing a disqualification, but the fact of that matter is what I've been continuously trying to tell you: I would have won that match anyway! And you know as well as I do that Punk wasn't trying to help me, he just wanted to bloody you and to batter you.
Oh and what was it that you claimed just then..? That I use too much hair gel? That my apparent obsession with my hair has been interfering with my logic? Well I could say something similar about you, Angle. I could probably argue that you are so obsessed with your lack of hair and with trying to find a suitable wig that your logic is being interfered with. See how it works Kurt?
Through the eyes of Kurt can be seen the gradual build-up of anger from within. Though Angle manages to control his uprising fury and remains in the same position, just staring forcefully at his opponent tonight, Chris Jericho, who is looking back at him, smiling egotistically at the gold medallist.
Chris Jericho
I'll tell you what, Kurt. Since the incentive for you to win is that you'll get this gold around my waist; this priceless prize that I am putting on the line tonight to further solidify my reputation after I beat you. And since the only incentive for me is to carry on being the World Heavyweight Champion, why don't we mix things up a bit? How about we make things a little more interesting, Kurt? If you defeat me here tonight, you claim my gold. But, if I beat you, which I most likely will, I get to look after your all so precious gold medals for a while. And the only way you will be able to get them back is if you challenge me for them some time in the future and win them back.
So what do you say Kurt? My Reputation vs your Reputation. Huh? What do you say Kurt?! What means more to you: the respect from these fans or your own gold medals?! If you choose to put your medals on the line, you will inevitably lose them, and if you don't then you will be labelled as a coward and your fans will hate you forever more! So which will it be Kurt?! Courage or Cowardice?! Too bad for you it's a lose-lose situation.
The anger inside Kurt Angle is now beginning to sizzle as he gets up right in Jericho's face. Now both superstars are standing toe to toe and the crowd, meanwhile, are going crazy, trying to encourage the two to go at it right here, right now.
TBC by Kurt Angle...
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Post by ratedrpunk619 on Mar 19, 2010 16:28:32 GMT -5
Every fabric and fiber or morality and decency has been viciously yet selectively snapped in half by the World Heavyweight Champion as the tension has been heated and is now pouring out from the very psyche of the Olympic gold medalist. Like fuel to an already unmerciful flames, the crowd breaks their silence start to chant for Kurt Angle to get into a pre-match physical altercation. Kurt Angle, who is now obviously infuriated enough fit to burst, suddenly calms down. His shade of red began to slowly life from his face, he backs up from Chris about a few feet and a smirk starts to spread across his face. Jericho, confused to Kurt Angle's spontaneous tranquility, widens his eyes slightly and backed up as if Kurt Angle has lost all senses. Kurt Angle lightly taps his shiny, bald dome and speaks to Jericho.
::Kurt Angle::
"Nice try, Jericho. There is no way in hell I'm going to be belittled and rattled by your pity level of incompetence. One of my I's isn't "Intelligence" nothing."
The crowd gives a long sigh of disappointment as they wanted to see a fight occur. Angle, knowing this, looks amongst the fans and tries to put their disappointment to rest.
::Kurt Angle::
"Now hold on, everyone. Relax. I'm gonna make your forty or plus bucks go to good use so I'll make a deal for you. A 2 for 1 deal so to speak. Instead of one ankle, I'll break BOTH of 'em. How's that sound?"
While the crowd gets riled up at the thought of Jericho in twice as much pain as they expected, Kurt Angle stares at the ground, his mouth scrunched up while it rests on his hand as if he is thinking. He finally ends is thinking state and looks at Chris Jericho, who is appalled at Kurt Angle's crud hostile gesture while suggesting it had decency.
::Kurt Angle::
"You know something, Jericho. I'm not gonna break any of your ankles. I'm not gonna injure, I'm not gonna humiliate you, I'm not even gonna cripple you."
Kurt Angle takes a few steps forward until he is right back in Jericho's face. Chris Jericho doesn't know how to react. Should he be happy that Angle isn't going to hurt him the way he thought or should be confused at where Angle literally and figuratively stands now. In a few short seconds, Jericho gets his answer in the form of five short words that together signal an omen for what most people believe is in store for Jericho's future once The Great American Bash is said and done.
::Kurt Angle::
"I'm going to end you!"
Chris Jericho, as if by instinct and common sense, backs up suddenly without any consciousness. When he realizes what he's done, he quickly retains his composure and stands almost stiff as if he's ready to hold his ground against the Olympic Gold Medalist but at the same time, in a manner that somewhat but no effectively fools the viewers. Kurt Angle is obviously done playing games as he wants to show Chris Jericho what he's all about.
::Kurt Angle::
"Chris Jericho, like I said earlier, I'm an artist. But I think my masterpiece, "Reality", hasn't touched your senses yet, so allow me to add some more details. Detail number one, you said that you didn't need help from the Not So Straight Society. That they just wanted to send a message to me, so ask me this, Jericho. Why didn't they attack me AFTER our match was done? When if you won the match, there would be no question?"
Chris Jericho opens his mouth as if he wants to answer, but can't think of an excuse fast enough. Kurt Angle continues adding details to his masterpiece, "Reality."
::Kurt Angle::
"Detail number two, have you ever had a neck injury? Chris, I'm aware you've had multiple injuries in the past, but has one ever been so serious as a neck injury? Three times, I've had surgery on my neck three times. Three times, my career could have been over. Three times my life as I know it could have ended. Three times, Chris. Three times."
::Kurt Angle::
"Detail number three and most important, just who the hell do you think you are suddenly growing a pair because you can take a jab at my so called pathetic feigning attempt of having morality to challenge ME for my Olympic gold medals?! That thing has meant more to me than my family, my friends, even my career! But not anymore, Chris. You see, whether I physically have my medals with me or not, the history books still say that I am professional wrestling's ONLY olympic gold medalist. It was like a pacifier to me. I couldn't go without it. I couldn't live without it. I couldn't sleep without it on my bed stand. My existence would be null and void without it. But now, it barely means anything to me. You want to come out here and challenge me for a useless trinket as if I'd care. Well, fine Chris Jericho. I'll put them on the line tonight. I guess that's another shiny little mirror you can vainly look at yourself in."
Some of the crowd starts to laugh, but of course being the butt of the joke, Jericho doesn't find it too funny. Constraint to do anything starts boiling over like a stew flowing from a cauldron. The pointing and the laughing only cranks up the heat as anger continues to rsie inside of Jericho in a alarming rate. Some even say that on that day, Jericho was making smoke signals from his ears. Unaware of this internal struggle between morality and constraint, Kurt Angle continues to publicly humiliate Chris.
::Kurt Angle::
"And by the way, Chris Jericho, after the show, you're muscles are gonna get pretty tense so after the night is done, after you inevitably lose, you can head out behind the parking lot and I hear the Not So Straight Society are giving out lower extremity massages for about forty bucks. But for YOU, Jericho, they have a friends and family discount which is just 35% off, so just........."
At that moment, humiliation won the internal war and to celebrate it's victory, it decided to jab Angle right in the face. A surprise right hook catches Angle by surprise as he is now on the receiving end of a flurry of wild punches by Chris Jericho. The crowd shows their displeasure of these turn of events by chanting "You Suck" and for the first time in years, they weren't directed to Kurt Angle. After getting his fill at last, Jericho decides to leave. Triumphantly, he makes his way out the opposite side of the ring to get his World Heavyweight Championship, but is caught from behind with a surprise German suplex from Kurt Angle. He sets up another one and connects with it. He goes for a third one and hits to to perfection. Kurt Angle quickly picks up the microphone.
::Kurt Angle::
"Lower the cage! Lower the damn cage!"
At Kurt Angle's request, the cage starts to lower. With his intention for the cage put into motion, Kurt decides to settle things with Jericho earlier than expected by him and the viewers, who are certainly not complaining as long as pain lies in Jericho's future. Angle picks up Jericho and irish whips him into the corner. Angle goes for a running clothesline, but a boot to the face by Jericho prevents it. Angle goes for it again, but this time, Jericho side steps out of the way and Angle flies in the corner at full force. Jericho, like a snake in the grass, waits for a groggy Angle to turn around. When he does, he is aims to hit the Codebreaker which he does. Then, to add more pain and humiliation, Jericho locks in the Walls of Jericho. The cage is now almost halfway lowered. Jericho, who is now grinning from ear to ear at the displeasure of the majority of the audience, except for a clearly ecstatic homosexual fan in the front row(Coincidence?), locks in the walls even tighter. The pain and torture continues for about another five seconds until Angle rolls on his belly and kicks Jericho off. Kurt Angle gets back to his feet and is about to be knocked down by Jericho with a clothesline, when Angle ducks, grabs Jericho by one arm and leg and drives him into the mat with the Angle Slam, much to the delight of the majority of the audience except for the aforementioned fan. With the cage over halfway lowered, Kurt Angle picks up the mic again.
::Kurt Angle::
"Remember when I said I wasn't gonna humiliate you or break any of your ankles? Just end you? I just got through thinking and I thought to myself, what the heck? Why not all three?"
With that, Kurt Angle locks in the ankle lock and the arena is ecstatic, Jericho, like a fish out of water, is grasping and turning to escape as the cage gets even closer to the ground. Jericho finally breaks free, but Angle catches him again when he's halfway out the ring. Jericho now has a choice, let the cage fall on him or suffer an ankle injury. Jericho decides neither as when the cage is a few feet away from falling on him, Jericho slithers his way out of Angle's vengeful grip. The disappointed crowd gives a big sigh as they wanted more pain for Jericho but that isn't happening. Jericho, now walking backwards up the ramp with a cocky grin on his face, looks on at Kurt Angle as he shakes the cage around violently and makes hand motions for Chris Jericho to come back in the ring and finish things. Chris Jericho, decides to wait for the time their match to actually start in the process leaving Angle and the crowd in a bitter state of disappointment.
EORP or TBC Jericho
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Post by gokulio on Mar 19, 2010 17:54:34 GMT -5
In the midst of the relentless crowd and the bad mouthing, red-faced Kurt Angle inside the steel cage, Jericho pants deeply outside of the cage and grabs a mic from the ground near him.
Chris Jericho
Kurt! You can take your gold medals and your robotic, ruthless fan base and you can shove them up your olympic ass!
Booooooo!
Chris Jericho
Actually, Kurt, I'm glad because you have shown the true nature of all of these people here tonight! You have proven to me that they are all just mindless, maniacal drones who would gladly see me writhing in pain on the floor as you twist and break my ankle whilst applying the Ankle Lock... you have shown me that all of these people are hypocritical since they have no morals; they have none! This is why I don't bother to please them. This is why it's all only about me and my goal to becoming the best that has ever lived. And I shall finally cement my legacy when I defeat you here tonight to retain MY championship!
Boooooooooooooo!
Chris Jericho
You want to break me?! You want to end ME?! Well, let me make it quite clear to you: after our match tonight, the only broken man shall be you, Kurt... oh, and all of your robots in the audience here tonight, of course, after they see their hero lying bloody inside the cage while I stand victorious outside it. Now I'll be back later to face you and to beat you in our match when it is meant to start, but NOT now. So you can stay in your little cage until then. It looks like you need to warm up a little anyway.
Jericho drops the mic and walks up the ramp. The crowd are showing their disapproval with "You suck" chants while Kurt lays both hands on the steel cage and stares madly at Y2J, his face now more red than ever.
Now it will all come down to their match tonight... who will win: The Champ or The Medallist?
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