by Blaze Andrews Sat Sep 22, 2018 3:50 pmThe lights in the arena dim almost completely, and a spot light turns on, shining above the entrance area. "Monsters come Alive" by Brother Blake begins to play.
"Real B. A." appears on the titantron, then after a flame flourish, changes to "Blaze Andrews" as Andrews comes out from the Gorilla position, wearing his usual entrance gear as well as carrying a microphone. He nods his head to the beat of his theme for a bit before lifting his hood and looking out to the audience.
Mike O'Donnell: Man, Alex, I didn'tthink he'd show up tonight.
Alex Fuller: I don't understand, sure, he got hit by that baseball bat, but he didn't get injured.
Mike O'Donnell: I mean I'm surprised he showed up because he embarrassed himself out there last week, I thought he'd be too ashamed to show his face for another month.
The former Hardcore Champion continues down the ramp, pausing before the ring to look around before going up the steel stairs. Andrews climbs the ropes, striking a pose with the "sign of the horns" gesture. After a few moments he rolls off the top turnbuckle into the ring, and kips up to speak. He lets out a quick sigh.
Blaze Andrews: Kuro, Kuro, Kuro. Man you are just full of surprises, ain'tcha? You talk your opponent up, acting all high and mighty, being a nice hero. Then you get in the ring and ya hit me with a bat.
The audience noticibly reacts to that last statement, although its tone is mixed between cheers and booes.
Blaze Andrews: Now let me tell each and every one of you. You're not seeing me with a smile on my face after this, and with good reason. Thar this fossil of a wrestler had the gall, the audacity, to punk me out. He's a hypocrite, simple as that. He's a joke, simple as that. He's nothin' more than a nostalgia act that's getting one last run before he gets future endeavoured, simple as that.
The audience continues to voice themselves, although now the booing seems a tad more audible.
Blaze Andrews: If the man wants to play dirty, I'll play dirty. Hell, I love doin' it. He can even bring along his kid Randy for all I care about, he can bring all his buds, his clan, whodver he's got. The decision will still be the same. Me at the top where I belong, and him in the old folk's home where HE belongs.
The crowd's booing now begins to shift to cheering, which he welcomes with a couple of comedic bows.
Blaze Andrews: Speaking of him and Randy, how about a deal? Kuro, you earned your tag title shot when you beat the last champion; I'd like to propose a similar situation. I don't got plans for Ultimate Ascension, so how about the two of us. One on One. Some sorta stipulation to make the match cooler. And if I win, I want a tag title shot, how's that sound, grandpa?
Alex Fuller: Quite a challenge given out by Andrews to Kuro, there.
Andrews drops his microphone and removes his coat to wait for his opponent to come.
"Real B. A." appears on the titantron, then after a flame flourish, changes to "Blaze Andrews" as Andrews comes out from the Gorilla position, wearing his usual entrance gear as well as carrying a microphone. He nods his head to the beat of his theme for a bit before lifting his hood and looking out to the audience.
Mike O'Donnell: Man, Alex, I didn'tthink he'd show up tonight.
Alex Fuller: I don't understand, sure, he got hit by that baseball bat, but he didn't get injured.
Mike O'Donnell: I mean I'm surprised he showed up because he embarrassed himself out there last week, I thought he'd be too ashamed to show his face for another month.
The former Hardcore Champion continues down the ramp, pausing before the ring to look around before going up the steel stairs. Andrews climbs the ropes, striking a pose with the "sign of the horns" gesture. After a few moments he rolls off the top turnbuckle into the ring, and kips up to speak. He lets out a quick sigh.
Blaze Andrews: Kuro, Kuro, Kuro. Man you are just full of surprises, ain'tcha? You talk your opponent up, acting all high and mighty, being a nice hero. Then you get in the ring and ya hit me with a bat.
The audience noticibly reacts to that last statement, although its tone is mixed between cheers and booes.
Blaze Andrews: Now let me tell each and every one of you. You're not seeing me with a smile on my face after this, and with good reason. Thar this fossil of a wrestler had the gall, the audacity, to punk me out. He's a hypocrite, simple as that. He's a joke, simple as that. He's nothin' more than a nostalgia act that's getting one last run before he gets future endeavoured, simple as that.
The audience continues to voice themselves, although now the booing seems a tad more audible.
Blaze Andrews: If the man wants to play dirty, I'll play dirty. Hell, I love doin' it. He can even bring along his kid Randy for all I care about, he can bring all his buds, his clan, whodver he's got. The decision will still be the same. Me at the top where I belong, and him in the old folk's home where HE belongs.
The crowd's booing now begins to shift to cheering, which he welcomes with a couple of comedic bows.
Blaze Andrews: Speaking of him and Randy, how about a deal? Kuro, you earned your tag title shot when you beat the last champion; I'd like to propose a similar situation. I don't got plans for Ultimate Ascension, so how about the two of us. One on One. Some sorta stipulation to make the match cooler. And if I win, I want a tag title shot, how's that sound, grandpa?
Alex Fuller: Quite a challenge given out by Andrews to Kuro, there.
Andrews drops his microphone and removes his coat to wait for his opponent to come.
Last edited by Blaze Andrews on Thu Sep 27, 2018 9:31 pm; edited 1 time in total
