Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:14:02 GMT -5
Turmoil RP: Well That Hurt Like Hell
« Thread Started on Jan 17, 2006, 6:22pm »
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The lights fade, and a short drumroll leads to the fifth drop in the intro of the great jazz song “Stolen Moments,” Ryan Beyer’s entrance theme. A step out from behind the curtain in his usual khaki suit with a black button-up shirt, completely untucked, his hair forming a short mohawk (like all the punk rock kids do), a red undershirt, and a pair of beat-up red Chuck Taylor Converse, gets the crowd in a frenzy, ready to see Beyer get into the ring.
Jim Ross: ”Ryan Beyer hasn’t wrestled in a long time, and facing HBK is a bad route to go.”
Beyer steps forward a bit, and towards the end of the first refrain, when the piano plays a G Augmented 7th, and Kurt Elling slides up to an E Flat, fireworks explode behind Beyer’s back. Beyer walks to the side of the ramp, shaking hands as he goes along. As he comes to a beautiful young girl, in her twenties, he politely kisses her hand. Ryan shakes a few more hands, and slides into the ring, not worried about the condition of his suit like normal. Ryan Beyer is handed a microphone. He walks in large ellipses around the ring, waiting for the crowd to quiet.
Ryan Beyer: ”Ah. . . how great it is to be here. Most of you know, I have a match with HBK at Turmoil. I promise you, he will pay for kicking me in the face. You don’t get away with kicking the owner in the head. It just doesn’t happen. You see, he thinks that because he’s the champion he owns this place. The power lies between Vince and I. You see HBK, I saved your ass. Shawn. . . I wanted to make you powerful, and then you went and gave me a Sweet Chin Music. Shawn, you need to pay for your sins. Normally I’d blow up a car, but this time, no, not good enough. Michaels, I need to do something much worse. . .”
The lights dim, and a spotlight shines on Ryan Beyer. A casket is slowly lowered from the rafters, and it lands in the middle of the ring, right in front of Beyer. A cloud of smoke surrounds the ring, and Beyer stares at the coffin, as if it were made of solid gold. A red light clouds the ring, and the co-owner of NHBWO flips open the lid to reveal Shawn Michael’s body, dressed in a tuxedo.
Ryan Beyer: ”Now settle down. . . this isn’t actually him. But Shawn, for your sins, it’s time for you to get in the ground. You’ve hung onto your glory for much too long. Shawn, at Turmoil, our match will be a casket match. But not just any casket match. . . A buried alive casket match! I plan to lay my respect for you and our friendship, along with your body to rest. HBK, you have one chance, one time to redeem yourself before I hope you die!”
The lights have shifted from red to green. Ryan Beyer stands in front of the casket, where the wax sculpture of Shawn Michaels begins to melt. Beyer stares on with a smile. As the sculpture becomes nothing more than a tuxedo, Ryan prepares to continue his eulogy for the show stopper.
Ryan Beyer: ”Shawn, your time is up. Now you know, I play a lot of games with people’s heads, but it still works. HBK, I know where your weak spots are. I’ve teamed with you before. And you can’t deal with the mental aspect of it. You watched yourself fall into nothing right here. Michaels, your final resting place will be at Turmoil. It’s this simple Shawn. I throw you in the casket, shut it, and cover you in dirt. Shawn, I have one more thing for you. . .”
Ryan Beyer begins walking towards the stage. Beyer flings through the curtain, and begins walking around backstage. After a few lefts and rights, Beyer stops at the parking lot. An old woman stands in an HBK shirt, fat and round.
Ryan Beyer: ”Everybody, this is Shawn’s grandmother. She’s quite the bitch. I understand HBK has a very special place in his heart for her. . . not to mention his pants. Anyway, Shawn, I treated her to dinner. What did she eat, you may ask. Well, she had a nice salad, and for dessert, she had some blue ice cream. And in that ice cream, was a large supply of plastic explosives. Now, time for the fat devil to go ka-boom!”
Shawn runs to the door on the other side of the parking lot, but it is too late. In an instant, shutting her up, Beyer pushes a button, and she explodes into a million pieces. Her head lands near Beyer, still in tact. Shawn Michaels has fallen to his knees and is weeping like a widow. Grandma’s eyes open wide, and she says, ”Well that hurt like hell.”
Ryan Beyer steps backwards, and runs toward her. He kicks her like a football, right into Shawn’s gonads. Ryan walks away as Shawn lays in pain, his grandmother’s head still in his crotch.
« Thread Started on Jan 17, 2006, 6:22pm »
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The lights fade, and a short drumroll leads to the fifth drop in the intro of the great jazz song “Stolen Moments,” Ryan Beyer’s entrance theme. A step out from behind the curtain in his usual khaki suit with a black button-up shirt, completely untucked, his hair forming a short mohawk (like all the punk rock kids do), a red undershirt, and a pair of beat-up red Chuck Taylor Converse, gets the crowd in a frenzy, ready to see Beyer get into the ring.
Jim Ross: ”Ryan Beyer hasn’t wrestled in a long time, and facing HBK is a bad route to go.”
Beyer steps forward a bit, and towards the end of the first refrain, when the piano plays a G Augmented 7th, and Kurt Elling slides up to an E Flat, fireworks explode behind Beyer’s back. Beyer walks to the side of the ramp, shaking hands as he goes along. As he comes to a beautiful young girl, in her twenties, he politely kisses her hand. Ryan shakes a few more hands, and slides into the ring, not worried about the condition of his suit like normal. Ryan Beyer is handed a microphone. He walks in large ellipses around the ring, waiting for the crowd to quiet.
Ryan Beyer: ”Ah. . . how great it is to be here. Most of you know, I have a match with HBK at Turmoil. I promise you, he will pay for kicking me in the face. You don’t get away with kicking the owner in the head. It just doesn’t happen. You see, he thinks that because he’s the champion he owns this place. The power lies between Vince and I. You see HBK, I saved your ass. Shawn. . . I wanted to make you powerful, and then you went and gave me a Sweet Chin Music. Shawn, you need to pay for your sins. Normally I’d blow up a car, but this time, no, not good enough. Michaels, I need to do something much worse. . .”
The lights dim, and a spotlight shines on Ryan Beyer. A casket is slowly lowered from the rafters, and it lands in the middle of the ring, right in front of Beyer. A cloud of smoke surrounds the ring, and Beyer stares at the coffin, as if it were made of solid gold. A red light clouds the ring, and the co-owner of NHBWO flips open the lid to reveal Shawn Michael’s body, dressed in a tuxedo.
Ryan Beyer: ”Now settle down. . . this isn’t actually him. But Shawn, for your sins, it’s time for you to get in the ground. You’ve hung onto your glory for much too long. Shawn, at Turmoil, our match will be a casket match. But not just any casket match. . . A buried alive casket match! I plan to lay my respect for you and our friendship, along with your body to rest. HBK, you have one chance, one time to redeem yourself before I hope you die!”
The lights have shifted from red to green. Ryan Beyer stands in front of the casket, where the wax sculpture of Shawn Michaels begins to melt. Beyer stares on with a smile. As the sculpture becomes nothing more than a tuxedo, Ryan prepares to continue his eulogy for the show stopper.
Ryan Beyer: ”Shawn, your time is up. Now you know, I play a lot of games with people’s heads, but it still works. HBK, I know where your weak spots are. I’ve teamed with you before. And you can’t deal with the mental aspect of it. You watched yourself fall into nothing right here. Michaels, your final resting place will be at Turmoil. It’s this simple Shawn. I throw you in the casket, shut it, and cover you in dirt. Shawn, I have one more thing for you. . .”
Ryan Beyer begins walking towards the stage. Beyer flings through the curtain, and begins walking around backstage. After a few lefts and rights, Beyer stops at the parking lot. An old woman stands in an HBK shirt, fat and round.
Ryan Beyer: ”Everybody, this is Shawn’s grandmother. She’s quite the bitch. I understand HBK has a very special place in his heart for her. . . not to mention his pants. Anyway, Shawn, I treated her to dinner. What did she eat, you may ask. Well, she had a nice salad, and for dessert, she had some blue ice cream. And in that ice cream, was a large supply of plastic explosives. Now, time for the fat devil to go ka-boom!”
Shawn runs to the door on the other side of the parking lot, but it is too late. In an instant, shutting her up, Beyer pushes a button, and she explodes into a million pieces. Her head lands near Beyer, still in tact. Shawn Michaels has fallen to his knees and is weeping like a widow. Grandma’s eyes open wide, and she says, ”Well that hurt like hell.”
Ryan Beyer steps backwards, and runs toward her. He kicks her like a football, right into Shawn’s gonads. Ryan walks away as Shawn lays in pain, his grandmother’s head still in his crotch.