Post by Shane Powers on Feb 17, 2005 15:37:23 GMT
*Backstage in Shane Powers’ Office*
Shane is sitting at his desk, when there is a knock at the door.
Shane: Enter.
The door swings open and in walks Immune, who has a worried look on his face.
Shane: Yes Immune, shouldn’t you be getting ready with Tom Paulin for your tag match?
Immune nervously replies.
Immune: Well umm…. That’s just it sir… err…
Shane: Well man spit it out already, you haven’t got all day your match is coming up next.
Immune: Paulin is nowhere to be found….. so I can’t wrestle tonight sir.
A look of anger comes across Shane’s face.
Shane: So, Paulin no showed, this is disgraceful behaviour, it will not be tolerated. However these people paid to see you wrestle Chronic and Shadow in a tag title match and that is what they will get, so hurry along your match is up next.
Immune: But sir I need a partner…..
Shane: No you don’t, it’s now a handicap match.
Immune has a look of shock on his face.
Immune: But….
Shane: No buts just go!
The cameras fade out as Immunes leaves Shane Powers’ office.
The camera’s fade back in on the ExWA arena and Norris Cole has a microphone.
Norris Cole: The following handicap match is for the ExWA Tag Team Championships and is scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first weighing in at 321 lbs and hailing from the crypt he is the current ExWA Global Champion and one half of the tag team champions…. SHADOW!!!!
The lights go dark and sound of a gong resonates around the arena before the thunderous theme of the ministry blasts out over the PA System.
Druids enter the arena and file out onto the stage they line up each side of the ramp way and extend there arms which bare torches, creating a fiery arch way.
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[/img]Shane is sitting at his desk, when there is a knock at the door.
Shane: Enter.
The door swings open and in walks Immune, who has a worried look on his face.
Shane: Yes Immune, shouldn’t you be getting ready with Tom Paulin for your tag match?
Immune nervously replies.
Immune: Well umm…. That’s just it sir… err…
Shane: Well man spit it out already, you haven’t got all day your match is coming up next.
Immune: Paulin is nowhere to be found….. so I can’t wrestle tonight sir.
A look of anger comes across Shane’s face.
Shane: So, Paulin no showed, this is disgraceful behaviour, it will not be tolerated. However these people paid to see you wrestle Chronic and Shadow in a tag title match and that is what they will get, so hurry along your match is up next.
Immune: But sir I need a partner…..
Shane: No you don’t, it’s now a handicap match.
Immune has a look of shock on his face.
Immune: But….
Shane: No buts just go!
The cameras fade out as Immunes leaves Shane Powers’ office.
The camera’s fade back in on the ExWA arena and Norris Cole has a microphone.
Norris Cole: The following handicap match is for the ExWA Tag Team Championships and is scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first weighing in at 321 lbs and hailing from the crypt he is the current ExWA Global Champion and one half of the tag team champions…. SHADOW!!!!
The lights go dark and sound of a gong resonates around the arena before the thunderous theme of the ministry blasts out over the PA System.
Druids enter the arena and file out onto the stage they line up each side of the ramp way and extend there arms which bare torches, creating a fiery arch way.
The druids are then slowly followed by the emergence of Shadow he makes his way out onto the stage with his global championship in one hand and his tag team championship in the other.
The fans cheer loudly as he walks slowly down the ramp. As he dose so flames appear behind him on the stage illuminating the entryway. Shadow makes his way down the ramp and the druids part arms to let him pass he slowly makes it down to the ring area.
He climbs slowly up the ring steps and then stops, he raises his hand slowly and as he does so the lights raise as well. Shadow takes off his coat and then hands it and his championship belts to the referee William Malone.
Norris Cole: And his partner…. The other half of the ExWA Tag Team Champions….
Weighing in at 210 lbs … from Seattle, Washington …. Being accompanied to the ring by Mary Jane … he is …. CHRONIC!!!
The lights in the arena go out, bathing the crowd in darkness. “Stash Up (Chronic’s Mix)” begins to blast over the loudspeakers, as a large Pot Leaf with the name “Chronic” in silver lettering appears across the Pot Leaf. *
“Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up,…”
* Green Fireworks explode all around the stage and Chronic bursts out from behind the curtain with his hands up in the air. Mary Jane who carries a two-foot glass bong follows Chronic out onto the stage. *
“This is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up!
Kickin’ ass…”
*Mary Jane takes a hit from the bong and shotguns the hit to Chronic. *
”Smokin’ grass and if you in the back then you gonna get passed up. M.J. better pass me that bong, the night is short and I've been waitin' too long. To enter into another dimension, pull the smoke into my lungs and release the tension. By the way, did I happen to mention how stash operates, so start the dissection.”<br>
* Hand in hand, Chronic and Mary Jane slowly walk towards the ring, shaking hands, signing autographs and giving as many of the Chronicaholics as possible high fives.*
”1 2 Don't forget your crew now, 3 4 Sit facin' the door, 5 6 Never know when it hits, 7 8 It's gonna be too late. Put your hands up, this is a stash up. Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Now I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck, not a single solitary fuck,’cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka! Now I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck, not a single solitary fuck,’cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka! Ring the alarm and now the sound is dying. Ring the alarm and now the stash is creeping. Psychological.Past diabolical. Encrypted in code biological. Rejected. Genetically defected. Or maybe just slightly misdirected. Murder by numbers, straight undercover, step into my cypher and you're six feet under.”<br>
*Chronic and Mary Jane arrive at the ring. Chronic picks Mary Jane up and sets her on the ring apron and jumps up himself. He holds the ropes for Mary Jane, who climbs into the ring. Chronic climbs in after her and lights a joint as Mary Jane takes another bong toke. *
”Do a dance and let her know that you're feelin' it, locked up cause you know I was dealin it.”<br>
*Chronic hops up on the top turnbuckle with the joint between his lips and salutes all of his Chronicaholics. *
”Hydroponic, super bionic my HK is chrome and my bombs are atomic. Step to the back with your monkey ass. Better take cover cause we're ready to blast!”<br>
*Chronic hops down, helps Mary Jane out of the ring and turns towards the stage, his face a mask of determination and seriousness as he awaits his opponents entrance.*
Norris Cole: And their opponent…. And the challenger…. From Indianapolis …. He is IMMUNE!!!
The lights go out and a green fog captures the whole arena, Immune steps out with a water bottle and takes a mouthful.
Then he slowly walks down the ramp way.
Immune walks over to the fans and spits it on them. He throws the bottle into the crowd and climbs onto the ring apron where he sprays a mist of water into the air before climbing into the ring.
Immune climbs the turnbuckle and flips everybody off, and when he jumps down the lights come back on.
The bell sounds and the match gets underway. Chronic hops up onto the turnbuckle and lies back on the ropes and watches as shadow charges at Immune.
Dawe: What is Chronic doing?
Malenko: Looks like he’s taking it easy to me.
Shadow goes for a clothesline but Immune ducks and as Shadow spins around he is met with a swift uppercut. Shadow stumbles back and chronic meanwhile Chronic just laughs on the ropes.
Malenko: What a swift start to this match.
Dawe: Why is Chronic laughing?
Malenko: I guess he’s just laid back.
Immune grabs Shadow’s wrist and then twists it wrenching it behind Shadow’s back. Shadow lets out a groan as Immune applies more pressure. Then immune shoves Shadow into the ropes with an Irish whip, then he hits him with a shoulder block on the rebound.
Malenko: Well Immune certainly is taking the fight to Shadow here.
As Shadow lies dazed on the floor Immune runs to the ropes and springboards off attempting a lionsault, but at the last minute shadow gets his knees up. Immune’s abdomen rebounds of shadows knees with a sickening crack and Immunes falls to the floor in agony.
Dawe: What a counter. [/center]