Post by Sting on May 12, 2006 17:26:18 GMT -5
All of a sudden, every single lite the Saturday Night Main Event shut off. The arena was filled with complete darkness, in every corner and crevice. The fans are wondering whether the power was cut, or if this is going somewhere. Just then, a blinding white lite blasted out of the tunnel, and into the ring.
A large Scorpion appeared on the titan tron, as "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica exploded from the speakers. The crowd begins to sing along with James Hetfield as they await the arrival of the man in black...
"We are scanning the scene
in the city tonight
We are looking for you
to start up a fight
There is an evil feeling
in our brains
But it is nothing new
you know it drives us insane
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy"
The white lite is obstructed when a shadow steps in front of it. The shadow stands still, before beginning to walk to wards the end of the tunnel.
The fans are still singing along with Hetfield and Metallica, as the shadow begins to fade, and the Legend emerges. Sting pauses at the top of the ramp, and gazes into the sea of screaming fans. He slowly raises the trademarked black bat into the air, before pointing to the crowd Wolfpac style.
The Stinger cups his hands around his mouth and screams at the top of his lungs. The sold out crowd mirrors his actions. The Stinger begins to stroll down the entrance ramp, hi-fiving countless fans along the way.
He reaches the steel steps, climbs up them, and enters the ring. The Legend throws his hands into the air, and the crowd is electric. He grabs a microphone from the time keeper, and raises it to his lips...
"WOOOOOO!"
The sold out audience mirrors him back once again, even louder than the last time. The enthusiastic Stinger yells "Yea!" and raises the microphone back up to his face.
"Alright! Well once again, I come into the Saturday Night Main Event Wrestling arena, waiting to get my hands on the self proclaimed "Legend Killer", Mr. Randy Orton. And once again, I am being sidetracked with yet another random opponent. So, I came out here tonight with two questions. First, is question Number 1... And this question is for the owners of Saturday Night's Main Event Wrestling.... And that question is..."
The Stinger pull an envelope out of his long trench coat, that has "question #1" written on it in big black letters, and "for the owners" written underneath it in even bigger red letters. The fans sit quietly in their chairs, waiting patiently to hear what Sting has to say, and what his question is. The Stinger opens the envelope, and begins to read the letter inside...
"Here we go, question Number One. Saturday Night's Main Event Owners and Bookers, when will you step up, and give me my shot... My shot at the Legend Killer, Randy Orton!"
The fans erupt, as Sting throws the letter down in the ring. He is circling in the ring, walking very fastly in frustration.
"Come on guys! I have been waiting... And waiting... And waiting for my opportunity to shut the big mouth of that little punk, and you keep on making me wait. Another random opponent this week, sidetracking me form my objective as usual. Hell, I hung the guy from the rafters for God's sake! Doesn't it seem as if I'm sending a message? And think about it. You know you want to see it. You know that all of the guys in the back want to see it. And most importantly, you know that every single fan in this arena wants to see it!"
The crowd is electric, jumping up and down. They are really into this segment, and begin a chant at the Owners and Bookers of Saturday Night's Main Event. "Give Him Orton!" clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. Give Him Orton!" clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. Sting leans over the ropes on each side of the ring, pointing the microphone to the fans, in an attempt to make sure that Saturday Night's Main Event Wrestling's upper management hears their demand.
"And now on to my second question..."
The Stinger reaches into his trench coat once again, pulling out another large yellow envelope. In big black letters, you can read "question Number Two." Underneath the large black letters, "In regards to the Legend Killer" is written in red letters. The fans are curious as to what The Stinger has come up with this time...
"Question Number Two. In regards to "The Legend Killer." And Randy, my question for you, yes. And my question is, are you going to wait for the upper management here in Saturday Night Main Event Wrestling to make something happen, or are YOU going to make something happen here tonight?"
The fans can feel the anger hidden in the words of the Stinger, and turn to wards the entrance ramp in hopes that "The Legend Killer" will arrive, and ensue a brawl with Sting.
"Come on Randy. I don't have all night. If you're going to come out here and make something happen, I suggest you do it soon. And by soon, I mean right now."
The fans join Sting once again in looking over to the tunnel, hoping that Orton will emerge. The Stinger can almost hear "Burn In My Light" running through his head, he wants Orton to arrive so badly.
"Well, I should have seen that coming. And Orton, you leave me no choice, but to wait for upper management to make something happen. But enough about Randy Orton, as tonight, I am going head to head with a phenomenal athlete, CM Punk."
The sold out audience deals a mixed reaction at the name of Punk. The Stinger shakes his head and claps for his opponent. He raises the microphone back up to his lips and begins to speak once again.
"CM Punk, you are a spectacular athlete. And truth be told, when I see a young man like you in the squared circle, I see the future of this business. Young men like yourself remind me of why this business has come so far. And that reason is that when I have to step out of thew spotlight, a talented young men like you will step into my shoes. When the top guy steps away, the next best guy will have to step in and carry the wait on his shoulders. But guess what?"
The fans are quite confused, and are wondering where Sting is going with this. The Stinger looks into the crowd, at their blank faces. He then lifts the microphone back up to his lips.
"I'm not ready to step out just yet. In fact, I'm just stepping in. Into the ring. And tonight, when I stare across the ring at you, you will have two options. Option Number One is to be taken down with the Scorpion Death Drop, for the 1,2,3. Option Number Two, is to feel the pain. The pain that is Scorpion Death Lock. And once you feel that pain, you WILL tap out, signifying my victory. You see, whichever option you go with tonight, MY hand will be the one being g raised above my head by the referee. And Punk, you will just have to keep waiting for your opportunity to carry this business, just as I wait for my opportunity to get my match with "The Legend Killer", Randy Orton."
The Stinger drops the microphone, and walks out of the ring. Chants of "Give Him Orton!" "Give Him Orton!" echo throughout the entire arena, to the point That they drown out the Stinger's own entrance music.
A large Scorpion appeared on the titan tron, as "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica exploded from the speakers. The crowd begins to sing along with James Hetfield as they await the arrival of the man in black...
"We are scanning the scene
in the city tonight
We are looking for you
to start up a fight
There is an evil feeling
in our brains
But it is nothing new
you know it drives us insane
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy"
The white lite is obstructed when a shadow steps in front of it. The shadow stands still, before beginning to walk to wards the end of the tunnel.
The fans are still singing along with Hetfield and Metallica, as the shadow begins to fade, and the Legend emerges. Sting pauses at the top of the ramp, and gazes into the sea of screaming fans. He slowly raises the trademarked black bat into the air, before pointing to the crowd Wolfpac style.
The Stinger cups his hands around his mouth and screams at the top of his lungs. The sold out crowd mirrors his actions. The Stinger begins to stroll down the entrance ramp, hi-fiving countless fans along the way.
He reaches the steel steps, climbs up them, and enters the ring. The Legend throws his hands into the air, and the crowd is electric. He grabs a microphone from the time keeper, and raises it to his lips...
"WOOOOOO!"
The sold out audience mirrors him back once again, even louder than the last time. The enthusiastic Stinger yells "Yea!" and raises the microphone back up to his face.
"Alright! Well once again, I come into the Saturday Night Main Event Wrestling arena, waiting to get my hands on the self proclaimed "Legend Killer", Mr. Randy Orton. And once again, I am being sidetracked with yet another random opponent. So, I came out here tonight with two questions. First, is question Number 1... And this question is for the owners of Saturday Night's Main Event Wrestling.... And that question is..."
The Stinger pull an envelope out of his long trench coat, that has "question #1" written on it in big black letters, and "for the owners" written underneath it in even bigger red letters. The fans sit quietly in their chairs, waiting patiently to hear what Sting has to say, and what his question is. The Stinger opens the envelope, and begins to read the letter inside...
"Here we go, question Number One. Saturday Night's Main Event Owners and Bookers, when will you step up, and give me my shot... My shot at the Legend Killer, Randy Orton!"
The fans erupt, as Sting throws the letter down in the ring. He is circling in the ring, walking very fastly in frustration.
"Come on guys! I have been waiting... And waiting... And waiting for my opportunity to shut the big mouth of that little punk, and you keep on making me wait. Another random opponent this week, sidetracking me form my objective as usual. Hell, I hung the guy from the rafters for God's sake! Doesn't it seem as if I'm sending a message? And think about it. You know you want to see it. You know that all of the guys in the back want to see it. And most importantly, you know that every single fan in this arena wants to see it!"
The crowd is electric, jumping up and down. They are really into this segment, and begin a chant at the Owners and Bookers of Saturday Night's Main Event. "Give Him Orton!" clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. Give Him Orton!" clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. Sting leans over the ropes on each side of the ring, pointing the microphone to the fans, in an attempt to make sure that Saturday Night's Main Event Wrestling's upper management hears their demand.
"And now on to my second question..."
The Stinger reaches into his trench coat once again, pulling out another large yellow envelope. In big black letters, you can read "question Number Two." Underneath the large black letters, "In regards to the Legend Killer" is written in red letters. The fans are curious as to what The Stinger has come up with this time...
"Question Number Two. In regards to "The Legend Killer." And Randy, my question for you, yes. And my question is, are you going to wait for the upper management here in Saturday Night Main Event Wrestling to make something happen, or are YOU going to make something happen here tonight?"
The fans can feel the anger hidden in the words of the Stinger, and turn to wards the entrance ramp in hopes that "The Legend Killer" will arrive, and ensue a brawl with Sting.
"Come on Randy. I don't have all night. If you're going to come out here and make something happen, I suggest you do it soon. And by soon, I mean right now."
The fans join Sting once again in looking over to the tunnel, hoping that Orton will emerge. The Stinger can almost hear "Burn In My Light" running through his head, he wants Orton to arrive so badly.
"Well, I should have seen that coming. And Orton, you leave me no choice, but to wait for upper management to make something happen. But enough about Randy Orton, as tonight, I am going head to head with a phenomenal athlete, CM Punk."
The sold out audience deals a mixed reaction at the name of Punk. The Stinger shakes his head and claps for his opponent. He raises the microphone back up to his lips and begins to speak once again.
"CM Punk, you are a spectacular athlete. And truth be told, when I see a young man like you in the squared circle, I see the future of this business. Young men like yourself remind me of why this business has come so far. And that reason is that when I have to step out of thew spotlight, a talented young men like you will step into my shoes. When the top guy steps away, the next best guy will have to step in and carry the wait on his shoulders. But guess what?"
The fans are quite confused, and are wondering where Sting is going with this. The Stinger looks into the crowd, at their blank faces. He then lifts the microphone back up to his lips.
"I'm not ready to step out just yet. In fact, I'm just stepping in. Into the ring. And tonight, when I stare across the ring at you, you will have two options. Option Number One is to be taken down with the Scorpion Death Drop, for the 1,2,3. Option Number Two, is to feel the pain. The pain that is Scorpion Death Lock. And once you feel that pain, you WILL tap out, signifying my victory. You see, whichever option you go with tonight, MY hand will be the one being g raised above my head by the referee. And Punk, you will just have to keep waiting for your opportunity to carry this business, just as I wait for my opportunity to get my match with "The Legend Killer", Randy Orton."
The Stinger drops the microphone, and walks out of the ring. Chants of "Give Him Orton!" "Give Him Orton!" echo throughout the entire arena, to the point That they drown out the Stinger's own entrance music.