Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:38:01 GMT -5
**NHBWO returns from Night of Glory trailers, and suddenly makes a quick stop to the announce table with Joey Styles and Austin Owens. The two men look ready as they shuffle through their papers, about to speak. The roaring crowd is heard in the background, occasionally a sign being shown from a eager fan. Joey Styles takes his breath, and tries to talk, but is quickly interrupted with the roaring guitar over the P.A. system, courtesy of “Unleashed” by Saliva. The beat provides a rush of adrenaline for the crowd, triggering them to rise instantaneously from their seats. The lights dim to black, with white spotlights flashing around the arena, and a light shining the stage. Suddenly Batista comes jogging out from behind the black entrance curtain. The crowd moans louder as Batista walks over to the right side of the stage. He has on a all black suite, and under it a suave white button up shirt, with a gray-silver tie on.**
Batista walks to the end of the stage, standing close to the edge, his Intercontinental title strapped and polished around his shoulder. He looks around at the arena, all of the fans on their feet for The Animal. Dave looks to his right, then straight ahead, and he smiles at the loving fans. He turns around and walks over to the left side of the stage, pausing halfway through. He stands with a smile on his face as he looks around the arena once again. He laughs and continues walking. He begins to unbutton the sports jacket he is wearing. As he reaches the ramp’s end, he pauses and begins to pose for the crowd, yet again. He points two fingers at himself, then at the rest of the crowd. He holds up his title and smiles as it glimmers into the crowd. Batista turns around and walks towards the center of the stage. When he reaches it he pivots on his left foot, and turns to face the ring. Camera flashes go off rapidly; but quickly, Batista’s theme comes to a booming pause. Suddenly Josey Scott, from Salvia, lets out a massive yell…
Scott’s lyrics are heard echoing throughout the arena. The instrumentals come to a pause, but they are suddenly brought back up with a guitar solo, and Josey Scotts lyrics.
Batista slides his coat tails out of the way, tightens his tie up, and smacks the cold stage with his psalms. As he slowly brings his hands level to his waist, he pulls the back, sparking massive white pyros to explode across the stage.
As the explosion comes to an end, Batista continues walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of the audience along the entrance ramp.
As Batista rounds the corner of the barricade, he slaps more hands of fans; another guitar solo booming into the arena.
He rounds the side, but instead of entering the ring right away, he walks along the barricade outside the ring, slapping the fan’s hands. He circles the ring, until he reaches the announce table. He walks over to every staff member and shakes their hands, following that he grabs a microphone from the ringside crew. He again begins to slap the fan’s hands along the right side of the ring , and walks back over towards the steel stairs in the front of the ring. He slowly walks up the stairs as he looks around in the fans, he looks left to right, then right to left. He smiles at them, finally reaching the top of the stairs. He grabs the top rope, and user it as levitation to stick his left leg above the second rope, into the ring. As soon as one leg is in, he ducks his head and enters the ring in one swift motion. He walks over the bottom, right hand turnbuckle, and climbs to the top. He swings his coat tails out again and poses to the crowd, holding his precious title in one hand. He smiles to the crowd as he flexes his muscles under his suave suite.
Still Holding the microphone in one hand, he hops down, pressing his freshly polished black shoes to the canvas. As his music begins to fade away, Batista stares directly into the camera, as his deep, intimidating yet gentle voice is heard over the P.A. system.
Batista: Raven…Raven…Raven. You are one, funny guy my friend. You try and be funny by saying that I use steroids. Raven, your wrong my friend, I am the Animal, and this is all raw power. Raven, tonight, it’s me and you, one on one, mono y mono, for a entry in the Elimination Chamber. Raven, you don’t understand how easy this will be for me. You don’t know what your getting yourself into when you make fun of me, and threaten my family. You see, last week, you had an escape rope from the animals lair. You had the “Transitional Champ”, Randy Orton to help you out. Raven, I took on the current World champ, at the time, and the current Custom champ. And you know what I did Raven? I beat both of you, single handedly. You see, I’m the Intercontinental champion, and I worked my ass off and beat Triple H for this title.
**Batista slides the title off his shoulder into his hands, and he lifts it up in the air for the audience to admire.**
Batista: Raven, you will never be able to beat a man like Triple H. Raven, I’ve been in the ring with monsters that make you look like a 3rd grade girl. You think you scare me because you sit in your dark room, and play with candles. Well Raven, you don’t scare me, not one bit. Raven, you claim that you got screwed. Well, you didn’t, you just entered the ring with the wrong guy, at the wrong time. You see, Orton was the little boy who let his rabid dog go, he unleashed me. But now Raven, it’s you who broke that leash. You talk about my kids and what you’ll do to them; Raven, all you are is a emo, loser, who sits in the back all depressed. Some guys back there might be scared of you, just because you sit and act depressed. You blow out your little candles, like your some sort of demon. It’ll take a lot more than blowing out a candle to get rid of me. All you are is talk, last week, I destroyed you and Orton, I sent you down Raven. Just think of what my raw, animal power, can do to you, when your all alone with me. You talk about me, and needles, and steroids. No, you see, this is what working hard and determination does, not sitting in the back, crying to get your chance. Look, I don’t know what your trying to get at here, but tonight, I’ll make sure you don’t get up for a while. Raven, tonight, you’re the sacrifice for the Animal. You’re the victim being tossed into my pit. The animal has to eat, and you are my food. It would be smart to stay away from my family, considering that in a couple weeks, your locked in a chamber with me, and there’s no escape. But Raven, tonight it's you and me, and i guarantee….THE ANIMAL WILL UNLEASH!
** “Unleashed” by Salvia slams the P.A. system as Batista drops the microphone. He takes his title off his shoulder and un-straps it. He holds the title by one end as he climbs the turnbuckle. When he gets balanced, he hold the title high above his head for the crowd. He slaps his chest, and screams words not loud enough to be caught on camera. **
Batista walks to the end of the stage, standing close to the edge, his Intercontinental title strapped and polished around his shoulder. He looks around at the arena, all of the fans on their feet for The Animal. Dave looks to his right, then straight ahead, and he smiles at the loving fans. He turns around and walks over to the left side of the stage, pausing halfway through. He stands with a smile on his face as he looks around the arena once again. He laughs and continues walking. He begins to unbutton the sports jacket he is wearing. As he reaches the ramp’s end, he pauses and begins to pose for the crowd, yet again. He points two fingers at himself, then at the rest of the crowd. He holds up his title and smiles as it glimmers into the crowd. Batista turns around and walks towards the center of the stage. When he reaches it he pivots on his left foot, and turns to face the ring. Camera flashes go off rapidly; but quickly, Batista’s theme comes to a booming pause. Suddenly Josey Scott, from Salvia, lets out a massive yell…
“I walk alone!…”
Scott’s lyrics are heard echoing throughout the arena. The instrumentals come to a pause, but they are suddenly brought back up with a guitar solo, and Josey Scotts lyrics.
“I walk for miles inside this pit of danger The place where no one follows me I walk alone!... Huh!”
Batista slides his coat tails out of the way, tightens his tie up, and smacks the cold stage with his psalms. As he slowly brings his hands level to his waist, he pulls the back, sparking massive white pyros to explode across the stage.
As the explosion comes to an end, Batista continues walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of the audience along the entrance ramp.
“Yeah!... I'm sick of all these people talking' out their heads, I’ve never understood a damn thing that they said. From words to actions, never knowing what they're talking' about, I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out. And I'll say.…”
As Batista rounds the corner of the barricade, he slaps more hands of fans; another guitar solo booming into the arena.
“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger The weight of the worlds has fallen on my shoulders The place where no one follows me I walk alone!…”
He rounds the side, but instead of entering the ring right away, he walks along the barricade outside the ring, slapping the fan’s hands. He circles the ring, until he reaches the announce table. He walks over to every staff member and shakes their hands, following that he grabs a microphone from the ringside crew. He again begins to slap the fan’s hands along the right side of the ring , and walks back over towards the steel stairs in the front of the ring. He slowly walks up the stairs as he looks around in the fans, he looks left to right, then right to left. He smiles at them, finally reaching the top of the stairs. He grabs the top rope, and user it as levitation to stick his left leg above the second rope, into the ring. As soon as one leg is in, he ducks his head and enters the ring in one swift motion. He walks over the bottom, right hand turnbuckle, and climbs to the top. He swings his coat tails out again and poses to the crowd, holding his precious title in one hand. He smiles to the crowd as he flexes his muscles under his suave suite.
“I walk alone!... Yeah!”
Still Holding the microphone in one hand, he hops down, pressing his freshly polished black shoes to the canvas. As his music begins to fade away, Batista stares directly into the camera, as his deep, intimidating yet gentle voice is heard over the P.A. system.
Batista: Raven…Raven…Raven. You are one, funny guy my friend. You try and be funny by saying that I use steroids. Raven, your wrong my friend, I am the Animal, and this is all raw power. Raven, tonight, it’s me and you, one on one, mono y mono, for a entry in the Elimination Chamber. Raven, you don’t understand how easy this will be for me. You don’t know what your getting yourself into when you make fun of me, and threaten my family. You see, last week, you had an escape rope from the animals lair. You had the “Transitional Champ”, Randy Orton to help you out. Raven, I took on the current World champ, at the time, and the current Custom champ. And you know what I did Raven? I beat both of you, single handedly. You see, I’m the Intercontinental champion, and I worked my ass off and beat Triple H for this title.
**Batista slides the title off his shoulder into his hands, and he lifts it up in the air for the audience to admire.**
Batista: Raven, you will never be able to beat a man like Triple H. Raven, I’ve been in the ring with monsters that make you look like a 3rd grade girl. You think you scare me because you sit in your dark room, and play with candles. Well Raven, you don’t scare me, not one bit. Raven, you claim that you got screwed. Well, you didn’t, you just entered the ring with the wrong guy, at the wrong time. You see, Orton was the little boy who let his rabid dog go, he unleashed me. But now Raven, it’s you who broke that leash. You talk about my kids and what you’ll do to them; Raven, all you are is a emo, loser, who sits in the back all depressed. Some guys back there might be scared of you, just because you sit and act depressed. You blow out your little candles, like your some sort of demon. It’ll take a lot more than blowing out a candle to get rid of me. All you are is talk, last week, I destroyed you and Orton, I sent you down Raven. Just think of what my raw, animal power, can do to you, when your all alone with me. You talk about me, and needles, and steroids. No, you see, this is what working hard and determination does, not sitting in the back, crying to get your chance. Look, I don’t know what your trying to get at here, but tonight, I’ll make sure you don’t get up for a while. Raven, tonight, you’re the sacrifice for the Animal. You’re the victim being tossed into my pit. The animal has to eat, and you are my food. It would be smart to stay away from my family, considering that in a couple weeks, your locked in a chamber with me, and there’s no escape. But Raven, tonight it's you and me, and i guarantee….THE ANIMAL WILL UNLEASH!
** “Unleashed” by Salvia slams the P.A. system as Batista drops the microphone. He takes his title off his shoulder and un-straps it. He holds the title by one end as he climbs the turnbuckle. When he gets balanced, he hold the title high above his head for the crowd. He slaps his chest, and screams words not loud enough to be caught on camera. **
“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger. I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger. The weight of the worlds has fallen on my shoulders. The place where no one follows me I walk alone!…”