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Post by ruthlessaussie94 on Aug 29, 2013 8:38:27 GMT -5
*The lights dimmer down, the fans start to get a bit rowdy in anticipation of another wrestler coming out and red smoke fills the stage and ramp. After a few seconds Everyday Combat by Lost Prophets hits with grey, red and yellow lights going off around the arena, as the lights fill the arena Chris slowly walks down to the ring with a look of excitement at the fans and setup but also a hint of rage built up. As he slides in under the bottom apron he heads to two of the corners, does his trademark pose and steps into the middle of the ring*
*Fans start cheering but also booing at the same time trying to provoke a reaction out of Chris*
Chris: "Well, RWF is here. Finally, our first ever show and we hope for it to be a damn good one, our president is one tough S.O.B and I like that. It seems all us wrestlers aren't afraid or intimidated by each other backstage and that only makes coming to work that much better, and I can already tell we have a great bunch of fans, *The fans cheer and are starting to warm to Chris*. Wow, hey now, don't warm up to me right away, I could be a bad guy or I could be a good guy, lets wait and see how it all works out. Seems we have a couple of well mannered commentators down here at ring side, *Chris points out Steve Richardson and Frank Roberts, they acknowledge him aswell with a nod*, looks like this place is set."
Frank Roberts: "I don't like this guy, seems like he's covering up some bad blood with someone, I'm gonna keep my eye on him". *As Frank says this he eyes Chris warily and with a small hint of disgust*
Chris: "I don't know alot of the guys backstage well personally, but it seems alot of them have balls going around saying stuff, and I'll be the first to admit, I've come across as slightly cocky and arrogant at the same time, so I'm no exception. *As he says this he glares around for a few seconds* We haven't got any champions yet obviously, but soon enough we will have to decide on a champion one way or another and doing that is just the beginning, holding the championship is the hard part, you always have a target on your back and everyone is after that piece of gold around your waist or over your shoulder."
*Chris takes in a big breath and looks around the arena, the crowd start cheering and booing again, trying to provoke a reaction and successfully do so, Chris frowns and then it turns to a big smile*
Chris: "I see, you want something to happen? Do you want me to cut a promo?! Do you want a fight?! Unfortunately you're gonna have to wait till later on, we have scheduled matches and it's better we wait for them. *The crowd boos and starts chanting "You suck!", Chris smiles as if he's proud of himself* Sorry guys, that's how it is in this business. You know what, we are going to be great friends, or maybe not!"
*Chris takes one more long look around the arena at the fans and setup, places the microphone in the middle of the ring whilst his music hits, leaves the ring and heads out to backstage*
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