Post by guardianmaster on Jun 15, 2015 13:18:59 GMT -8
The arena sits quietly, and suddenly Cage the Beast hits the PA as the fans erupt into a booing frenzy. Eli walks out, looking about, obviously not pleased with coming out. He flips around the microphone in his hand and begins to speak on stage.
Eli: Look, I don't like this anymore than you do...but the powers that be...aka my bosses decided for me to come out here and address to everyone personally what's going through my head. There are several things going through my head at a time, it's part of being intelligent. Heck just with this microphone I have figured out at least 4 dozen plus ways to torture a man.
Eli pauses and allows the crowd to calm down as he looked about, once again shaking his head.
Eli: The fact of the matter is this...Last week, I shown that my debut match was all an elaborate scheme, for me to purposely lose then not only that, but to allow myself to be underestimated...Which it worked...Gio Defalco did just what I wanted him to...and now he's at home on bed rest because of me personally feeding him his teeth.
Eli smiles menacingly as he looks about, before gazing at the camera and waving.
Eli: Hope you enjoy the time off Defalco...because I'm not going to be as merciful next time around. Then there was my previous opponent...Shawna...who is banned from the ring this upcoming week. Looks like both of my opponents that I've face have been kicked off of the card this week...mind you for different reasons, but still, makes me feel good to see those types of results in what will eventually be my ring.
Eli once again pauses as he looks about, and begins to walk down the ramp to the ring.
Eli: Now onto this week...IC3 has blessed me with another opponent...however this one is a bit different...he's loud...he's obnoxious, as well as incompetent in the ring, and I just plain don't care for the guy...Adam Johnson.
The crowd erupts into boos for the mentioned name as well. Eli slips between the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, looking about at the crowded arena.
Eli: Oh yeah...I can see you folks don't like him either...then it'll be my pleasure to take him off the card and win myself. No not just win...BREAK...I will break him...physically...and mentally. By doing so...I hope not only to enlighten him...but help him...by making him realize that he's not the best...in doing so...he'll improve himself, and maybe he'll reach my level of capability in this ring. Of course when I break him...what I did to Gio...will look like a Saint's healing touch.
Eli pauses allowing his words to sink in, as the crowd clamor about his statements. He lowers the microphone for a bit, rubbing his jaw in thought.
Eli: Hey, I'm just telling it like it is...the facts are simple...Adam...no wins to his name...I may be 1-1...but when I want to win...I will. I'm just a different mold. I proved that against Defalco. Adam is just a step on the ladder to the top. In fact, I'll make this simple...Adam...stay in the back...don't come out to our match...don't even try...stay in the back...no one will blame you. You do that...your career will last much longer my friend.
Eli flips the microphone, and begins to head towards the ropes, as he begins to slip out. He pauses for a moment and turns back in, making his way to the center of the ring once again, flipping the microphone up and tapping on it to make sure it wasn't shut off. Once he gets the feedback from it he speaks into it once again.
Eli: There we go...These aren't threats Adam...these are promises...and I promise that if you do decide to show up. You'll end up just like Gio is now. Flat on his back in his bed...unable to get up due to doctors orders.
Eli flips the Microphone as Cage the Beast hits once again as he begins to make his way out, going up the ramp and to the back, his face blank yet anyone that knows. Know's he has a bunch of thoughts running through his mind, schemes to finish and start.
Eli: Look, I don't like this anymore than you do...but the powers that be...aka my bosses decided for me to come out here and address to everyone personally what's going through my head. There are several things going through my head at a time, it's part of being intelligent. Heck just with this microphone I have figured out at least 4 dozen plus ways to torture a man.
Eli pauses and allows the crowd to calm down as he looked about, once again shaking his head.
Eli: The fact of the matter is this...Last week, I shown that my debut match was all an elaborate scheme, for me to purposely lose then not only that, but to allow myself to be underestimated...Which it worked...Gio Defalco did just what I wanted him to...and now he's at home on bed rest because of me personally feeding him his teeth.
Eli smiles menacingly as he looks about, before gazing at the camera and waving.
Eli: Hope you enjoy the time off Defalco...because I'm not going to be as merciful next time around. Then there was my previous opponent...Shawna...who is banned from the ring this upcoming week. Looks like both of my opponents that I've face have been kicked off of the card this week...mind you for different reasons, but still, makes me feel good to see those types of results in what will eventually be my ring.
Eli once again pauses as he looks about, and begins to walk down the ramp to the ring.
Eli: Now onto this week...IC3 has blessed me with another opponent...however this one is a bit different...he's loud...he's obnoxious, as well as incompetent in the ring, and I just plain don't care for the guy...Adam Johnson.
The crowd erupts into boos for the mentioned name as well. Eli slips between the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, looking about at the crowded arena.
Eli: Oh yeah...I can see you folks don't like him either...then it'll be my pleasure to take him off the card and win myself. No not just win...BREAK...I will break him...physically...and mentally. By doing so...I hope not only to enlighten him...but help him...by making him realize that he's not the best...in doing so...he'll improve himself, and maybe he'll reach my level of capability in this ring. Of course when I break him...what I did to Gio...will look like a Saint's healing touch.
Eli pauses allowing his words to sink in, as the crowd clamor about his statements. He lowers the microphone for a bit, rubbing his jaw in thought.
Eli: Hey, I'm just telling it like it is...the facts are simple...Adam...no wins to his name...I may be 1-1...but when I want to win...I will. I'm just a different mold. I proved that against Defalco. Adam is just a step on the ladder to the top. In fact, I'll make this simple...Adam...stay in the back...don't come out to our match...don't even try...stay in the back...no one will blame you. You do that...your career will last much longer my friend.
Eli flips the microphone, and begins to head towards the ropes, as he begins to slip out. He pauses for a moment and turns back in, making his way to the center of the ring once again, flipping the microphone up and tapping on it to make sure it wasn't shut off. Once he gets the feedback from it he speaks into it once again.
Eli: There we go...These aren't threats Adam...these are promises...and I promise that if you do decide to show up. You'll end up just like Gio is now. Flat on his back in his bed...unable to get up due to doctors orders.
Eli flips the Microphone as Cage the Beast hits once again as he begins to make his way out, going up the ramp and to the back, his face blank yet anyone that knows. Know's he has a bunch of thoughts running through his mind, schemes to finish and start.