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 Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 10:14 pm
"...Have you ever felt like you didn't belong?"
The unexpected question poised over the PA system took those in attendance by surprise, the smooth arrogance to Salem's familiar voice provoking a round of jeers from the crowd. Even those moving up and down the aisles to pause and protest the arrival of "Wrestling's Favorite Son". Stepping out onto the stage from behind the black curtain, the M.W. Deuce stopped and smiled, soaking in the loathing like his sleeveless black tee drank in the arena lights.
Fashion statements aside, it seemed Salem had something to say by the way his arm anxiously swung the mic in his right hand, but he appeared content to wait out their contempt for him, clutching his change jar as he casually walked towards ringside. With a chuckle, Croft chided the crowd, inciting their anger further with his unannounced interruption.
"Heh. No? Well, I suppose that would require having an independent idea of your own for a change, and as a man with his share of sense I don't see too much of it here, tonight."
As he stepped into the ring, the audience made their animosity even more thunderous for the Freshman Phenom, though the lad simply leaned back against the ropes, looking up at the screen dangling above the ring to watch himself as he stood. The look in the rookie's eyes was distant, as though he were seeing something else, or from somewhere else. It sounded almost like his next words had to be chewed before Croft could cough them out.
"...I remember feeling that way when I first got here." he said, never taking his eyes off the monitor. "I remember feeling like I was a nobody. Just a name on a list. Until Cyrus pushed me out of the bird's nest and into the shark tank...and from day one, I told myself, I told everyone that I was going to be somebody. I was going to make it...because I had to."
By now, the sincere and soft-spoken tone to Salem's voice had won out over the parade of boos that had come prior - the fans, appearing to be interested in where this cathartic confession was going.
"After all, I was your hero, right?"
...And just like that, the thin ice Salem was treading cracked through, burying him in a flood of irate voices. At this, Salem's eyes snapped out at the audience, straightening up to gesture with his jar of change, shaking his head.
"Oh, no, let's not deny it...from the day I gave you my first two cents, you people ate up what I was about. Making a difference, bringing a new face to the forefront, a clever character with a catchy coin of phrase who can carry the world championship with courage...or do you forget how this jar got full in the first place?"
Despite Salem's methodical argument, the audience did not approve - continuing the war of atrition as the "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" kept on with his manic musings.
"Ohh, you turn your backs on me now...but just a year ago, you people knew me as your favorite son. But when that son failed you…when he let grudges and vendettas and personal problems get in the way of him and his expected destiny, what did you do? You stopped cheering. You stopped wanting autographs. You stopped putting pennies in the jar. You just gave up on Salem Croft, didn't you?"
This time, it was uncertain what part the crowd was booing. Still, Salem stood with a half-hearted smile, almost appearing to feel sorry for those in attendance.
"Yeah...it hurt at first, but after a long time of thinking I've come to realize that congratulations, because it's not your fault. It's mine...it's my fault for letting myself believe that one person reach that far-off pedestal you placed me on, if they ever fell...or that you people ever wanted me there, at all..."
Pacing slowly around the Era of Change logo, Salem sat his jar down onto the graphic and grabbed something from inside his waistband - a golden object, slender and shiny that he held up as he walked.
"...but that's okay! Because I have this!" Salem proclaimed proudly, brandishing his Rookie of the Year award for all to see. "And this says that despite how much you people hate me, despite my shortcomings and setbacks, I was still the best damn rookie in twenty-thirteen! Better than you people who waste your time thinking about what to do, rather than doing it, like so many of you here can relate to. Better than you losers who preach change like your two cents is any different from mine, like you don't see a future world champion when you look at me!"
By the end of his statement, Salem's face was red with emotion, his voice having become a frightening crescendo that led him towards the ropes, leaning out to look at the audience along the front few rows while catching his breath.
"...Evwn better than our number one contender, Mr. Boxer Anarchy."
The chilling hush to Croft's voice spooked the crowd a little, Salem suddenly turning around to approach center ring once again. Standing next to his change jar once more, the M.W. Deuce looked down at his keepsake coins and coldly spoke once more.
"...And whether it's Boxer or Cartwright who wins tonight, I sleep soundly knowing that inevitably, I'll have what I'm hunting for. Now that I'm done standing in my own way, you people will see the real me, the man who came here talking about being the best in this business and who had the attitude, the ambition, and the ability to back it up! I've invested change in a jar into money in the bank, and it's only a matter of time before I cash in for gold! But I'm no hero! I'm no savior!"
Looking slowly over at the entrance ramp, Salem smirked as he slowly drew the mic to his lips, taking a second to calm himself amidst the crowd's contempt.
"...And I'm not alone."
[Planned.]
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 2:21 am
Light Up The Sky - Thousand Foot Krutch
A guitar riff and drum beat hit the PA system, the fans' attention taken from the ring towards the ramp as the house lights began to flicker. Strobe lighting began to send hypnotic flashes of light across the arena, as a green spotlight gradually flickered to life upon the stage and ramp.
Watch me light up the sky!
Light up the sky!
Walking out from back, wielding a microphone in hand, was none other than the Prodigal one himself, Nuke Fusion. With clear intent on his face, he stood on the top of the ramp and looked out at the crowd, taking in the atmosphere.
Sure, that same atmosphere was a clear and utter hostility towards him, but what else would he return for? This was the man that nearly ended the career of the Dragon, Jarel Damone, and had consistently aired his hatred and general apathy for those same fans who paid to see him.
Watch me light up the sky!
Light up the sky!
Taking a slow walk down the ramp, being careful not to touch any of the unworthy cretins either side of him, Nuke got to the ring and took a look at the man who awaited him. He was in no rush, for this moment was going to be one of pure brilliance; history in the making.
Hands held high sweat dripping off me
Light it softly, got these fakers trying to stop me
This ain't a hobby it's a way of life
Just like Holyfield and Tyson, gloves on fight night
Boom here comes the Hurricane monsoon
Switched up, came to redecorate the room
My ears are ringing from hearing the same sound
So what now all of the walls just came down
I Blaze a trail like the rays from taillights
Sound shaking the ground like earthquakes hail might
Someday I'll die but not tonight
Excuse me while I light up the sky![
As he entered the ring via steel steps and between the middle and top rope, Fusion made sure to straighten his shirt and vest, looking the part for the occasion. Walking over to Salem, Nuke took his hand and shook it gracefully but with some power, as he then walked past and leaned in to the ropes, taking in the other side of the arena; funnily enough, where a '******** You Fusion' chant had built up.
Nodding at the creativity, he wondered just what the owners would think, being that they were on live television. After all, he was not one to hold back his words even when it would mean getting in trouble backstage, but he felt that it made him somewhat 'edgy'.
Raising that microphone to his lips, Nuke spoke in WWFG for the first time in over a year.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, all you Fusion Fanatics out there .."
Cue loud chorus of boos, followed by a small pop from the die-hard fans who somehow had known Nuke would turn up, and even brought home-made signs.
"Oh, i'm sorry. Did I misinterpret the situation? I figured that now I was a Hall of Famer here, it would mean that you guys would finally warm up to me. I'm not disappointed with your demeanor towards me at all, in fact; i'm actually more upset with the fact that with me today - in this very ring - is a man who should be sired by those in the locker room. The hottest commodity going, a clear out-and-out wonderkid and superstar in the making.. I give to you.. Salem Croft!"
The crowd shot out a massive ring of jeers, as Fusion raised his eyebrows towards Croft, nodding his head in sarcastic disbelief.
"If I were you, and as a young boy in London I was once, I would hail this main as the saviour of this company. In years to come when we talk about this moment, it will be just the tip of the iceberg to come; Salem's journey has begun strong, and with a veteran such as myself by his side, he will rise to glories that not many before him have seen before. I have no doubts that Mr. Croft will join me, not only as a Hall of Famer in the future, but also as a Grand Slam Champion."
Not waiting for the crowd to quieten down this time, Nuke wanted to get right in to the thick of it.
"Salem, I must admit that I haven't been around the 'real world' lately to check in to the show. How about you give me a run-through of what's been going on, what you think of people, and who stands to be taken down a peg or two? It's always nice being in the know from someone as intellectually superior to the average man, and that's exactly what you are; superior to all of these cretins in the arena today."
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 10:24 am
Salem stood by and watched while Nuke dismantled the crowd with his blunt observations, chuckling quietly to himself as the audience was left appalled by his manager's entrance. The jeering grew even louder as Mr. Fusion directed the topic of conversation back towards the Freshman Phenom, Salem shaking his head at the Hall of Famer upon being asked to dish the dirt on his grievances with the WWFG. Though he seemed a little reluctant, the rookie ultimately nodded his head, conceding to the former world champion's wishes while drawing a handful of pennies out from his pocket.
"Heh...alright. You want to know what I think, Nuke?" Salem asked, dropping a pair of pennies into the jar while staring down his associate with a nefarious look. "I'll start with my two cents on another has-been hero of this company, Mr. Cyrus Leone. Even though he scouted me out during my first days on the professional circuit, the fact is that I was better than him straight out of the gate - and that if it weren't for me, if it weren't for the fact that I spent the last year making him into the monster he is today...he would've stopped being "The Dream" long before I beat him a few shows ago. He'd have just been a memory by now."
Circling the EoC logo silently for a second, Salem seethed in his thoughts while twiddling another two cents in his hand, the crowd not quelling their chorus of criticism to give the M.W. Deuce an edge, speaking-wise. Despite this, Croft casually walked back up to the jar and tossed another two coins into the jar, mix back at his mouth.
"Then, there's AJ Warner...Cyrus' partner, another guy who's had the world thought of him and another member of the growing club of individuals who've tried to beat me down or hold me back. At "Money in the Bank", AJ attacked me because of my antagonistic involvement with his partner, Cyrus. In fact, that's a brotherhood AJ prides himself on...but had I not won, AJ, would you have turned your back on Cyrus to hold that briefcase high? After all...you seem to have forgotten who's number you blew up on the day you went off to rehab - who stood by you when you were alone, when you were at rock-bottom, when you wanted to quit it all...was it Cyrus helping you through that bad dream? No, no...it was Salem, my friend."
Pausing in place for a moment, Salem held his head down while the stadium trembled from the mob of fans made fanatical by the Freshman Phenom's accusations. Though he could hear their insults and off-handed chants clearly, Croft issued no effort towards addressing the audience's eyes, looking into the jar solemnly as another two cents fell into the jar...then another...then another.
"Then...there's people in this company who've been all talk, like Talon. Or people who've held this company back, like Dion Necurat. Or worse still...people who serve no purpose, who drift aimlessly, wandering around content with being the status quo. People who don't endeavor to be more than just a face in the crowd, who come here for just the cheers and the checks, like Brody Robinson. You people make me sick - Talon, you once had a shot at world title glory when you held the "Money in the Bank" briefcase, but you squandered it when you let yourself lose to the likes of Dion: a man who held the belt for a year, and the only memorable moment he made with it was riding a bear. But hey, at least bear-riding is better than being a nobody, Brody, and that's what you are - no one You're the mailman. You're the math teacher. You're the guy who does as he's told because it makes more sense to go with the flow than to make waves. But when that flow is washing you and this company straight down the toilet, how can any of you question why I swim against the current?"
The deafening displeasure of the crowd had reached an apex, instigating some in the stands to toss trash towards the ring that began littering the perimeter of the squared circle. Looking up with a proud grin towards the nosebleeds, Salem sought the eyes of every poor kid in the balconies who was just lucky enough to get a ticket, who'd scraped just enough money together to see their favorite superstars under the big lights, even if from afar - he wanted to see the hope in their eyes fade as he brought the mix back to his lips for the last time, looking to dash their dreams with his final words.
"The fact is, I'm the only one around here with the balls to believe he's still the best in this company, and the ability to back it up. I may have my problems, I might have had my setbacks, but my path inevitably leads to my becoming the future of this business. Like it or not, you're looking at the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 4:26 pm
Nuke watched as his new protege spoke words of venom, nodding and smirking as the vibrations from his tongue were volleyed around the arena, leading to a mixture of dismay and hatred from the crowd who had paid to see a good show.
"Well, it definitely seems like we have a lot of clearing up to do in this dump, from what you're telling me. But the biggest job we're going to have to clean up is just who runs this joint. From now on, this is Ground Zero. This is where the foundations of a new era will be laid, as the Magnum Opus and the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling band together to take down those who are set to desecrate our new hunting grounds.
The main man whom I speak of is a fellow Brit of mine. Many of you know him as Cartwright .."
The crowd burst in to cheers for their Undisputed Champion, a lot of the fans throwing up signs with the British 'Union Flag' on it, and others with home-made Cartwright signs.
"It's great seeing my home country's flag being represented the way it is right now. But you see, I know this man Cartwright as a friend of mine, and we've known each other for a long time in this business. But it is clear for everyone to see that he's going past his prime, and that the torch needs to be passed on to a budding flame. This is a man who has been here from the beginning, the roots, and we need him to finally take a step back, as many of us veterans now have chosen to. It's one thing living in the glory days, and then it's another attempting to come out here week-in and week-out when I could probably take a good bet on the fact that he has to have a deep massage at the back after every ten-minute match.
The man is a fraud now. A great athlete and superstar he used to be, Cartwright is no longer that man who many of you used to look up to. I've kept in shape and I could guarantee that I would win the Undisputed Championship if I put my mind to it. But why would I need to, when instead I could take a man who has the potential to be as good as I am - in Salem Croft - and give him that boost he needs to take this company by the balls and put on a vice-grip on those bad boys?
Those in management here today are afraid of what might happen if Mr. Croft becomes their new Undisputed Champion, and yes I've heard the backstage talk. Chrono likes to think he can keep his words under wraps, but it is clear that this is the complete opposite. I've heard him say that Salem as the head of this company would be disastrous, that he would lose his control, and that he's afraid of just what might happen to those who would come up against him in the ring. Well now you Croft, mix it with the unadulterated passion and aggression that Fusion brings, and you have a rather .. Nuclear concoction.
While I can honestly say that Chrono is my best friend here in wrestling, a man whom I have had many a grueling match with and has raised EWA to amazing heights .. I don't see his reasoning for fighting against the destiny of this company in Salem Croft. Surely if he was really all-knowing, he would se that between myself and my own 'Expansion Pack' here, we can overthrow anyone who steps in our way."
The crowd were still jeering in places, but for some reason Nuke's words had got a lot of the crowd to shut up and listen. Perhaps it was that he was talking the truth, or perhaps it was that the fans were interested to see what the plans of these two men teaming up were, but they had their attention on the ring.
"Now, let me address my true meaning for being here, officially. It is with great pleasure that I return to my squared circle as the manager of the future legend, Salem Croft. While some of you have been tweeting me asking if I was returning to action here, the answer is no. Why would I need to, when I can have the undisputed ability and ruthless aggression of Salem taking out everyone in the way? I am the voice for this man, the vocal chords when he chooses not to speak to you pathetic cretins in the crowd tonight, and the face that those who wish to face him must come to first.
He will see no harm. He will not have to deal with any red tape. Mr. Croft will rise to the top of this company faster than any man has done before, myself included. If any one gets in his way, I guarantee that they won't be around for long."
Adjusting his shirt, Nuke raised his eyebrows at Salem again. He nodded at him and smiled, seeing the same drive in him that he once had as a rookie moving up in companies such as WWE:U and EEW.
"Well, our 'Champion'. The old man. I don't believe he's much of a problem at all, easy to sweep under the carpet. I mean, he's just lucky to even get his eyes on the belt, let alone hold that strap.
With someone like him going after the gold, you can see the lack of skill in the ranks here, and why we need someone with true talent to lead the roster. It's not like anyone else is going to step up to the plate."
[ Planned interruption ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 5:25 am
"I'm gonna have to stop you right there Mr. Fusion."
And finally, someone stepped out onto the ramp to shut the mouth of these two self-indulged assholes up. But unfortunately it wasnt Cartwright, or another fan favorite rushing out to save the day, it was Angel who stepped out onto the ramp, dressed in Dolce and Gabanna out here on his first week as the new manager of his brother, Jack Arson who was slated to make his singles debut against Brody Robinson. Just what he was doing out here at this particular moment has yet to be seen, but just when you thought the boos couldn't get any louder, the self proclaimed Celestial One would open his mouth to address the two me standing in the ring.
"That was a great speech you two just gave, it was real heartfelt. Gave me chills as I listened to it in the back. Just a couple things are off about what bullshit you two just spewed all over the front 5 rows, and I'm here to tell you what they are.
Angel held up one finger as he stated his first objection.
"First off, Salem I believe you stated that you were the only one with the balls to think you were the best, and that you had the ability to back it up. That's a really large boast to be making for someone just a few days out of their rookie year. Almost reminds me...of me in fact. Second thing was you stated yourselves as superior to everyone in the arena, which in just a few seconds you will see is clearly not the case because it's the Era of Change here in WWFG and these people don't want Salem. We had a whole Summer of you and that was a big ******** bust. No, it's time that The Most Wanted Man in Wrestling was brought to justice, and my client is just the man to do it. He is the true personification of domination, and a Gauntlet winning One Man Wrecking Crew...a man whom I am honored to introduce to all you drunken idiots who probably won't even remember you were here tonight come morning...Jack Arson.
Angel would then motion to the tunnel and after a few seconds, the PA system would begin to blast the voice of Skyler Grey in the chorus from a*****e by Eminem as Jack Arson made his way out from the back. He would pause at the top of the ramp, allowing the cameras to get a close up shot of his entire statuesque physique. He would roll his shoulders and wave his arms, stretching out the muscles in his arms before making his way down the ramp, his brother exiting to the back, retired and uninterested in comoetition there was no further reason for Angel to be out here, because Arson wasnt here to talk...he came out to make an example out of the M.W. Deuce and wasted little time sliding into the ring, staring Salem down and mouthing across the ring.
"Still think you can back up that mouth."
Arson would raise his hand up, motioning for Salem to shut his trap and bring it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 2:09 am
Salem's eyes shot towards the stage at the sound of Angel's entrance music, annoyed at how arrogantly his manager had been interrupted by the likes of the only loudmouth loathed more by this audience than himself. Crossing his arms, the rookie watched from Nuke's side, actually enjoying the jeers he'd been ignoring now that they were directed at a common nuisance. But all the same, Salem was a sporting fellow - he'd at least feign interest long enough to see what Angel had to say. That was, what he could make out through the noise of the crowd.
'Blah, blah, Salem isn't good enough. Blah, blah, my client can beat up your client,' Salem thought to himself, silently paraphrasing the preacher until the man finally returned backstage. It didn't take long, however, before Angel was replaced by the equally antagonistic Jack Arson, strutting down the ramp to the tune of both song and insults from the speakers and crowd. As Arson called out the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling, Salem's eyes widened a bit. He hadn't heard what the wrestler had said, or perhaps the incredulous look on Croft's face was from the disbelief of having heard Jack ask such a question. Walking towards Arson, Salem pulled the microphone back to his lips as he chested up to the newfound challenger.
"Heh. You think I don't have the nerve?" Salem whispered, his lips curled in a slight smile to give his soft-spoken tone a sinister depth. "Well, let me tell you somethin'--=
Suddenly, like he was trying to beat down a door, Salem would snarl and swing the mic back, then forward - trying to drive the blunt bottom of it into Arson's nose to both knock the man back and momentarily impair his vision. If he'd managed to bust open Arson's nose, though, the rookie wouldn't have complained. Regardless, the swift strike would hopefully ring true to its mark, imparing Arson's perception enough for a follow-up attack!
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 2:10 am
Salem's eyes shot towards the stage at the sound of Angel's entrance music, annoyed at how arrogantly his manager had been interrupted by the likes of the only loudmouth loathed more by this audience than himself. Crossing his arms, the rookie watched from Nuke's side, actually enjoying the jeers he'd been ignoring now that they were directed at a common nuisance. But all the same, Salem was a sporting fellow - he'd at least feign interest long enough to see what Angel had to say. That was, what he could make out through the noise of the crowd.
'Blah, blah, Salem isn't good enough. Blah, blah, my client can beat up your client,' Salem thought to himself, silently paraphrasing the preacher until the man finally returned backstage. It didn't take long, however, before Angel was replaced by the equally antagonistic Jack Arson, strutting down the ramp to the tune of both song and insults from the speakers and crowd. As Arson called out the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling, Salem's eyes widened a bit. He hadn't heard what the wrestler had said, or perhaps the incredulous look on Croft's face was from the disbelief of having heard Jack ask such a question. Walking towards Arson, Salem pulled the microphone back to his lips as he chested up to the newfound challenger.
"Heh. You think I don't have the nerve?" Salem whispered, his lips curled in a slight smile to give his soft-spoken tone a sinister depth. "Well, let me tell you somethin'--!"
Suddenly, like he was trying to beat down a door, Salem would snarl and swing the mic back, then forward - trying to drive the blunt bottom of it into Arson's nose to both knock the man back and momentarily impair his vision. If he'd managed to bust open Arson's nose, though, the rookie wouldn't have complained. Regardless, the swift strike would hopefully ring true to its mark, impairing Arson's perception enough for a follow-up attack!
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:28 am
(My bad, christmas in a dead zone)
As Salem swung the mic, which had to be the most predicitable course of action for the much smaller man to take against the One Man Wrecking Crew, Arson would be quick to raise his hand up, looking to actually catch Salems fist inside his massive hand. If he was able to do this, Arson would look to push the "Most Wajted Man in Wrestling" backward toward the ropes so that he could deliver a nasty slap to Salems chest.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:03 am
You know those moments when you stop, reflect on where you are in life, consider your possible choices and chart the best course for the road ahead? Yeah, Salem could've benefited from having such an instant of self-awareness before he tried hammering Arson in the nose with the microphone. "s**t." Salem thought aloud as his fist was caught mid-swing, his forward momentum momentarily halted by The One Man Wrecking Crew's imposing stature.
Thrust backwards into the ropes, Salem's arms spread out to balance himself, only to feel the sting of Arson's forearm against his bare chest. "Aghn!" he grunted, taking the full weight of the chop against his sternum. Still, Salem stood defiantly to the big man, turning his chin back up to look him in the eyes, unimpressed.
"That the best you got, you dumb ape?!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:23 am
"Nope"
Despite yet another stab at Arson's intelligence as well as his ethnicity the O.M.W.C. saw that Salem felt the effects of that chop and looked to follow with a nasty clothesline to try and send the Rookie of the Year crashing to the outside. Ever aware of the presence of Salems manager, Arson would use such force that he himself would topple to the outside as well.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 12:07 pm
A collective gasp of excitement was heard as Salem was sent flying over the top rope, camera flashes lighting up the arena in the process. The impact of Jack's lariat resembled breaking wood, both in the way Salem's spine bent following the strike and the sound created when Arson's arm connected against the rookie's throat. Tumbling down to the arena floor, the M.W. Deuce gasped for breath, rubbing his throat with one hand while struggling to sit up with the other.
By the dazed look on the young man's face, the coughing that choked his quest for air, one would imagine the first place Croft would crawl to would be the nearest exit. But rather, the tenacious hellraiser clutched the edge of the announcers' desk, clawing his way up to a vertical base before turning around, looking up at Arson from outside the ring. Still rubbing his throat, Salem smirked, coughing out a laugh while raising his spare hand in a rather obscene fashion.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 1:03 pm
Looking down at his handiwork, Arson would smirk at Fusions fallen protege. Normally at this stage in the game Arson would turn to the Nuclear God and proceed to throw him out of the ring as well, but this was not the time for crushing Gods, this was a battle between Arson and an overconfident rookie with a popularity based award. Salem must have missed the memo that those BITB awards are about as prestigious as a Kid's Choice Award so this swagger that Salem had by choosing to carry it instead of the Money in the Bank briefcase was laughable. Not that Money in the Bank meant s**t in WWFG either, seeing as nobody has been able to cash it in for a title since its inception.
As he was about to make his way out of the ring, Arson would watch as the ever defiant M.W. Deuce flipped him the bird, and Jack would take that as this kid hasnt had enough so instead of heading to the back. He dropped to his back and rolled out to where Salem was struggling to get his wits back, looking to send a boot directly to the side of everyones favorite head
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 2:46 pm
Salem's defiance was stirring the crowd up, and while they weren't exactly rooting for the M.W. Deuce, it appeared clear that they'd enjoy seeing Arson insulted further...if that resulted in the "Rookie of the Year" eating a bit more humble pie, that was just ice cream on top. And eat it he seemed intent to do, smiling like a Cheshire cat as the O.M.W.C. rolled out of the ring and approached the Freshman Phenom.
"Heh...heh...what, Jack? That all you--" Salem taunted, cut off by a rather large boot stomping him dead in the face. The crack of the impact made the announcers cringe, then cry out, scrambling out of the way as Salem tumbled backwards over the table. The chairs toppled over, papers slid off the desk and onto the floor, creating a mess of the commentary area. For a moment, it seemed like Croft had some sense knocked into him and decided to stay down...until a shoulder propped up on the edge of the table, Salem sitting up weakly with a bloody lip and a headset on.
"Ahem...hello, ladies and gentlemen tuning in at home!" he coughed out, a bit of blood sprinkling the papers Salem pretended to be looking over, when in reality his gaze was cast cockily at his attacker. "We interrupt your previously scheduled broadcast to show you Jack Arson hitting like a b***h!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:20 pm
"What the ******** this kid kidding, he really wants to die today if he thinks these insults are gonna get him on Arsons good side. Be that as it may, Salem was bleeding all over the announce table already and now he had an angry gargantuan within feet of him, who was quick to move in close to Salem, grabbing the cord of the headset that Salem foolishly put on and trying to wrap it around his neck to drag him out of the chair and away from the announce table.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:51 pm
Salem didn't have time to pull up a chair and prop up his feet - Arson's anger brought the behemoth quickly upon him, dragging him away from the table by the sturdy wire of the broadcasting cable. Though his hands grasped for his neck, the rest of the rookie went limp to further infuriate Jack by slowing him down. A mixture of spit and blood foamed from Croft's lips, which were still coiled in a grin even as he coughed and choked for air.
"Kuh...gah, haha! Ugh...ahh, hah!" Salem cackled, hooking his ankles around a rolling chair to make Arson tug the added weight along.
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