Post by WHIP on Feb 14, 2006 20:22:10 GMT -5
"Mama Said Knock you Out" blasts over the speakers as Chance Ramsey makes his way to the ring. There is a long-missing look of smugness on his face. He enters the ring & takes a mic. Curious that he is also holding a Moon'Joogra plush-doll.
Chance: " Well call your bookie & place your bets! The BS Express is poised to achieve greatness once again! As the entire world witnessed I won the 6-man battle royal to become the #1 Contender for the US title. I have allowed myself to become distracted with trivial pursuits this year. But no more, I'm focused & ready to once again wear gold. I've laid the past ghosts to rest, pushed by all the pain I've had to endure, and the black moon that had risen over my career has finally set. In short, this set the foundation for my re-surgance as the Impact Player!"
The crowd isn't amused by Chance's display of arrogance & resonds unfavorably. True to his form, these boos roll off his back like water off a duck.
Chance: " Now I don't expect everyone to be pleased about my actions. But I'm not in this business for popularity, I'm in it for the money & glory! So let me now address the biggest freak-show since Coo13Hit disgraced this ring last year. Moon 'Joogra you are without a doubt the fruitest fruitloop in the box. I don't know what disturbs me most about you. Maybe its your "Oh so natural solid black skin". No doubt a by-product of waaaaaay-to many hours in a tanning bed. Its called skin cancer, look into it. But maybe its that white freak-thong you wear to the ring. I swear you must have lost a bet somewhere, because why else would you wear that? I'm just glad you don't have the Earthquake as a finisher, because just the sight of your ebony-skinned backside is scary enough! But I'm out of time & energy right now, so I'm leaving you with this warning Moon-boy."
Chance looks directly into to camera with a stare that sends shivers up your spine.
Chance: " When we meet for the US title Moon....I'm taking that belt & restoring its honor & prestige...And there's not a DAMN thing you can do about it!"
He looks at the Moon plushdoll with disgust & throws it into the audience. Then he leaves the stage & heads to his lockerroom.
Chance: " Well call your bookie & place your bets! The BS Express is poised to achieve greatness once again! As the entire world witnessed I won the 6-man battle royal to become the #1 Contender for the US title. I have allowed myself to become distracted with trivial pursuits this year. But no more, I'm focused & ready to once again wear gold. I've laid the past ghosts to rest, pushed by all the pain I've had to endure, and the black moon that had risen over my career has finally set. In short, this set the foundation for my re-surgance as the Impact Player!"
The crowd isn't amused by Chance's display of arrogance & resonds unfavorably. True to his form, these boos roll off his back like water off a duck.
Chance: " Now I don't expect everyone to be pleased about my actions. But I'm not in this business for popularity, I'm in it for the money & glory! So let me now address the biggest freak-show since Coo13Hit disgraced this ring last year. Moon 'Joogra you are without a doubt the fruitest fruitloop in the box. I don't know what disturbs me most about you. Maybe its your "Oh so natural solid black skin". No doubt a by-product of waaaaaay-to many hours in a tanning bed. Its called skin cancer, look into it. But maybe its that white freak-thong you wear to the ring. I swear you must have lost a bet somewhere, because why else would you wear that? I'm just glad you don't have the Earthquake as a finisher, because just the sight of your ebony-skinned backside is scary enough! But I'm out of time & energy right now, so I'm leaving you with this warning Moon-boy."
Chance looks directly into to camera with a stare that sends shivers up your spine.
Chance: " When we meet for the US title Moon....I'm taking that belt & restoring its honor & prestige...And there's not a DAMN thing you can do about it!"
He looks at the Moon plushdoll with disgust & throws it into the audience. Then he leaves the stage & heads to his lockerroom.
