Post by Cody on Apr 25, 2010 21:46:14 GMT -5
[OCC: Kay guys, it's not big or lengthy because I knew Ray wasn't going to RP so I decided not to put anything into this one. Still, enjoy it I guess. Just thought it was pretty funny how KA and Taker had to put out like monster RPs and I had like the past two weeks off lol.]
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Monday Night Raw is coming back from the long commercial break advertising all the newest sponsors and finally the camera is back centered on the Raw stage. Red and black lights swooping around as the camera follows the entire audience looking out for the most creative signs and then back to two sets of announcers. One sitting on the right side and the other on the left, both representing two brands of Thy WWE. On the left, Tazz and Mike Tenay sitting side by side together calling the matches as a representation of Smackdown. The right side being all for the announcers of Raw where everything was taking place for the first Thy draft. Good ole JR and The King sitting beside each other with smiles and headsets, a true wrestling combo and both legends. The break returned to them speaking.
JR: "Hello and welcome everyone back to Monday Night Raw. For those of you who are just joining us now, I am Jim Ross and beside me is my broadcast partner Jerry 'The King' Lawler."
Tazz: " And sitting across from them is the superior announcers from Friday Night Smackdown. Isn't that right Mike?"
Mike Tenay: "I wouldn't disagree with you, and besides, that's exactly why tonight the Smackdown roster is going to be the most beneficial from this whole WWE Draft."
JR: "Don't count your chickens before they hatch over there- we have plenty of talented superstars in the back about to be in action--"
'This Fire Burns' by Killswitch Engage hit at that very moment and the rush of pictures of the Straight Edge Superstars appeared on the big screen on the stage. Fans began to boo and it seemed to be perfect timing as JR was talking about talented superstars. Like him or not the Straight Edge Savior was not only one of the most talented men on the entire Raw roster ever since he was in a mass confusion traded a month ago, he is also the number one contender for the WWE Championship. Out from behind the curtains walked the drug free superstar. CM Punk wearing his brand new released t-shirt showing off all the Straight Edge qualities that made him so unique. He paused at the ramp and went down on a kneel with his right knee. A very clear smile came across his face underneath the big black beard which connected into his long black hair. He cupped his hands together and screamed "What time is it? It's clobbering time!" and began down the ramp with a smirk.
The King: "It looks like someone answered your call JR! That's the Straight Edge Superstar and our number one contender after he defeated Alexander Kendall just a few short weeks ago. Our possible future in professional wrestling for Monday Night Raw. How does that sound Smackdown?"
Tazz: "Yes, yes, aren't you so proud but remember he was on our brand FIRST."
JR: "It doesn't look like that matters to him. Punk seems too wrapped up in himself to care about any of those facts."
He centered in the middle of the ring and held the microphone up to his face brushing a few loose hairs out of his face. A small smile on his face as he looked around at all the fans responding to him poorly. The expression changed as he began to talk slowly.
"Well here we are again. My official second match on Raw and it's already draft time again. That special time of the year where nobody is truly safe, not even the so called fearless champions that are held at the top of every brand. They say that when you have that possibility of being traded, there is no safety for anyone. Someone can go anywhere at anytime and yet here I am. All week people like Kurt Angle, Dolph Ziggler, Chris Jericho, and yes even the praised deadman The Undertaker has been tossing and turning about this draft. They spend hours on end practicing and preparing for the fight of a lifetime just for this one night to represent some sort of brand cult. While I sleep soundly better than even a baby could. My opponent tonight is nothing but the common trash you find tossed out no the streets. Drunks and druggies alike are all similar to this figure they call Ray Delap. I got word that I was in this match two short weeks ago and the time has just gone by. Not even a single worry in my mind."
Another flick of his hair and he turns to the other side of the audience starting out with a hand movement and looking all around. Nobody in the entire place smiling except him as they all listen. Drunk men in the front row phase out as they do in every event where the depressants of life are available.
"Everyone of you showed up tonight to see the big guys go at it and the smart ones in the bunch came to see a superstar like me. Turns out most of you couldn't even pass a simple grade school exam so you idiots pack up your wallets full of money so you can come here and double fist with a cold one in each hand rooting for a single brand. Under the impression that all we are fighting for is a stupid little name and a stupid little night that symbolizes a group of wrestlers. But I am not just any group of wrestlers. I refuse to take part in some stupid club of people that can't even make the smart decisions when necessary so I am myself. I am the Messiah of Straight Edge, I am better than you. So standing here today, I have got only one thing on my mind."
"For a few weeks now, it has been public knowledge to all of you that I won the number one contendership and at anytime that the big man in the back slips back on his rocker and realizes that I draw ratings and an influence that none of you have, he will give me my opportunity to go up against Undertaker. And it will be nothing but a matter of TIME. So tonight, I go up against some loser nobody has heard of. I go home and I sleep off a few days. While inside Undertaker's head he wants to defeat Kurt Angle and he wants to win for his brand. Thoughts of a deadman can even be heard, thoughts of this demon of Death Valley can be expressed so he is nothing more than one of the others. He is nothing more than even a simple Ray Delap. So for those of you who can still hear me and you haven't overdosed on your mind numbing narcotics already for a dirt nap that your dazed minds tell you that you can sleep off, peer into this. Tonight, I am going to make an example out of your little hero."
His theme played him out and he began to stretch preparing for his match. He put his hands together and rolled the, looking cocky and prepared.
IT'S CLOBBERIN TIME!
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Monday Night Raw is coming back from the long commercial break advertising all the newest sponsors and finally the camera is back centered on the Raw stage. Red and black lights swooping around as the camera follows the entire audience looking out for the most creative signs and then back to two sets of announcers. One sitting on the right side and the other on the left, both representing two brands of Thy WWE. On the left, Tazz and Mike Tenay sitting side by side together calling the matches as a representation of Smackdown. The right side being all for the announcers of Raw where everything was taking place for the first Thy draft. Good ole JR and The King sitting beside each other with smiles and headsets, a true wrestling combo and both legends. The break returned to them speaking.
JR: "Hello and welcome everyone back to Monday Night Raw. For those of you who are just joining us now, I am Jim Ross and beside me is my broadcast partner Jerry 'The King' Lawler."
Tazz: " And sitting across from them is the superior announcers from Friday Night Smackdown. Isn't that right Mike?"
Mike Tenay: "I wouldn't disagree with you, and besides, that's exactly why tonight the Smackdown roster is going to be the most beneficial from this whole WWE Draft."
JR: "Don't count your chickens before they hatch over there- we have plenty of talented superstars in the back about to be in action--"
'This Fire Burns' by Killswitch Engage hit at that very moment and the rush of pictures of the Straight Edge Superstars appeared on the big screen on the stage. Fans began to boo and it seemed to be perfect timing as JR was talking about talented superstars. Like him or not the Straight Edge Savior was not only one of the most talented men on the entire Raw roster ever since he was in a mass confusion traded a month ago, he is also the number one contender for the WWE Championship. Out from behind the curtains walked the drug free superstar. CM Punk wearing his brand new released t-shirt showing off all the Straight Edge qualities that made him so unique. He paused at the ramp and went down on a kneel with his right knee. A very clear smile came across his face underneath the big black beard which connected into his long black hair. He cupped his hands together and screamed "What time is it? It's clobbering time!" and began down the ramp with a smirk.
The King: "It looks like someone answered your call JR! That's the Straight Edge Superstar and our number one contender after he defeated Alexander Kendall just a few short weeks ago. Our possible future in professional wrestling for Monday Night Raw. How does that sound Smackdown?"
Tazz: "Yes, yes, aren't you so proud but remember he was on our brand FIRST."
JR: "It doesn't look like that matters to him. Punk seems too wrapped up in himself to care about any of those facts."
He centered in the middle of the ring and held the microphone up to his face brushing a few loose hairs out of his face. A small smile on his face as he looked around at all the fans responding to him poorly. The expression changed as he began to talk slowly.
"Well here we are again. My official second match on Raw and it's already draft time again. That special time of the year where nobody is truly safe, not even the so called fearless champions that are held at the top of every brand. They say that when you have that possibility of being traded, there is no safety for anyone. Someone can go anywhere at anytime and yet here I am. All week people like Kurt Angle, Dolph Ziggler, Chris Jericho, and yes even the praised deadman The Undertaker has been tossing and turning about this draft. They spend hours on end practicing and preparing for the fight of a lifetime just for this one night to represent some sort of brand cult. While I sleep soundly better than even a baby could. My opponent tonight is nothing but the common trash you find tossed out no the streets. Drunks and druggies alike are all similar to this figure they call Ray Delap. I got word that I was in this match two short weeks ago and the time has just gone by. Not even a single worry in my mind."
Another flick of his hair and he turns to the other side of the audience starting out with a hand movement and looking all around. Nobody in the entire place smiling except him as they all listen. Drunk men in the front row phase out as they do in every event where the depressants of life are available.
"Everyone of you showed up tonight to see the big guys go at it and the smart ones in the bunch came to see a superstar like me. Turns out most of you couldn't even pass a simple grade school exam so you idiots pack up your wallets full of money so you can come here and double fist with a cold one in each hand rooting for a single brand. Under the impression that all we are fighting for is a stupid little name and a stupid little night that symbolizes a group of wrestlers. But I am not just any group of wrestlers. I refuse to take part in some stupid club of people that can't even make the smart decisions when necessary so I am myself. I am the Messiah of Straight Edge, I am better than you. So standing here today, I have got only one thing on my mind."
"For a few weeks now, it has been public knowledge to all of you that I won the number one contendership and at anytime that the big man in the back slips back on his rocker and realizes that I draw ratings and an influence that none of you have, he will give me my opportunity to go up against Undertaker. And it will be nothing but a matter of TIME. So tonight, I go up against some loser nobody has heard of. I go home and I sleep off a few days. While inside Undertaker's head he wants to defeat Kurt Angle and he wants to win for his brand. Thoughts of a deadman can even be heard, thoughts of this demon of Death Valley can be expressed so he is nothing more than one of the others. He is nothing more than even a simple Ray Delap. So for those of you who can still hear me and you haven't overdosed on your mind numbing narcotics already for a dirt nap that your dazed minds tell you that you can sleep off, peer into this. Tonight, I am going to make an example out of your little hero."
His theme played him out and he began to stretch preparing for his match. He put his hands together and rolled the, looking cocky and prepared.
