Post by Stephanie McMahon on Jul 2, 2009 21:22:17 GMT
Down the front row, the audience was raring to go on with the show, anticipating on the edge of their seats for what was to come.
Right now though, was an intermission and as JR and King spoke to each other in low, hushed tones and went over their notes, the rest of the crowd were split between restlesness and reprive before their senses became overloaded once more with the show's razzmatazz.
A young blonde boy, maybe eight or nine was beyond excited in his ringside seat, dressed and decked in Chain Gang soldier-wear while a red-headed sister, even younger had a petite 'Save_Us.X29' shirt on.
Children being children, he grew impatient and began to bicker with the little girl, arguing the merits of why Cena was better than Jericho. The argument turned into a sibling shoving match when the girl took insult to the belittlement and began yelling back, much to the chagrin of flustered parents; A scene which provided a little amusing diversion from the wait for the next segment as King acknowledged when he had his headsets back on;
"Looks like we got ourselves some real passionate little fans here tonight, JR."
JR, veteran on the headsets merely nodded; He would have smiled if he could have. Circumstances however, hadn't been very kind to him, but he lived with it well enough so far.
"Indeed King. I won't lie to you when I say this bussiness has some of the most vocal supporters I have ever seen in any sport. And that's saying something. Young or old, it don't matter folks, because when the lights go down and that theme starts playing, you know you're forward looking to being amazed."
"Couldn't have put it any better than that, JR. Now, if you'll give me a sec....."
King said with a chuckle as he got up and and went over to he little tykes, talking to them in low tones.
"King, what are you doing?"
JR enquired curiously when King returned with the two kids hoisted high up on his shoulders. They weren't bickering with each other now, giggling giddily as King brought over two chairs so they could sit with the Commentators behind the table.
"I just though we could make the night a little special for some of our fans, hmmmm? You like the seat, honey?"
King enquired as the girl nodded enthusiastically. Her face lit up when he gave her his ubiqituous crown to wear, and when the boy began to sulk at the attention, JR chuckled and did his part as well by allowing him to don that famous black Resitol.
"I can't believe you're dragging me into this, King."
JR quipped defeatedly as he shuffled his notes.
The intermission was almost over.
He looked over to the boy who seemed stoked for things to pick up.
"Better treasure this night in your memory, kid."
As soon as he'd said the line, the place went dark. The lights faded into darkness until the massive Tron lit up in a fururistic bluish hue which had everyone on their feet.
Then came the ticker, huge number flashing down from
5...
4....
3....
2....
1....
BOOOOOOOOM!
The flares that erupted from the ramp blew the hats off some of those closest to the edge as a shadowy figure stood backlit and high upon the stage.
"BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!
BREAK DOWN THE WALLS!"
The figure spun around, an energetic fist-elbow pump in the air as the crowd went electic, King put the little girl upon his shoulders so she could see her favorite make his way down the ramp; Cocky, dangerously charming smile in place, as was that confident strut.
Tonight he was dressed in his usual ensemble of jeans and a striking dark purple workshirt with white grungish wings stencilled on the front, leather cuffs and a small chain around his neck. Nary a strand of the blonde mane that stood up proudly like the crest of a fighting bird was out of place.
"For those about to rock and what ya want
Baby you know you're Judas and I'm your Priest
Baby what I got is not from the least
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the beast!"
"And Chris Jericho, ladies and gentlemen. The very first Undisputed Champion here to grace us with his presence. After last week's win against Edge, one has to wonder what he has in mind next."
Jericho was very much vocal in answer to that question, motioning a belt around his waist just before he got between the ropes and into the ring.
King and the girl on his shoulders at ringside were bopping their heads to the beat, much to JR and Jericho's amusement both.
"For those about to rock, Set the clock
For those about to jump, I'm all pumped
For those about to go, Watch me flow
Break down the Walls of Jericho!!!!"
After retrieving a microphone from one of the ring technicians, he pointed at the girl and winked at her as she clapped in delight.
"Welcome to another edition of MONDAY NIGHT JERICHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
He roared through the mic and the PA system as the cheers and scattered jeering exploded throughout the arena.
"And as of last week when a certain General Manager made a deal with my fellow countryman and placed a bounty on my head, I proved once more why you can't stop Rock and Roll, and you certainly can't stop Chris Jericho. To Shane Mcmahon, I thank for for the opportunity. Really. The opportunity that is, to show you how much of an ass you really were. Not only did you come out to try and swing the match in favor of your hired, hanson-haired goon. You failed. You had your teeth, your cute little reebok sneakers and those two-dollar Jerseys handed to you on a silver platter with trimmings ala' Jericho. And now, that championship clause, that one thing you wanted to keep away from me is in my hands. I am now a contender for that title you keep walled up in your office, Shane. And believe me when I say that gold is coming to daddi-o the moment I get the chance to fight for it."
said Jericho as the crowd cheered on. The young boy who sat beside JR was none too impressed thoughas he crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out.
JR laughed.
"Well folks, if it's one thing our main contender for the title isn't lacking of tonight, it's confidence. This might be a chance for him to prove once more why he is indeed the man for the millennium."
"But of course, it takes two to tango and while I am in line for a shot at the title, a match can't be called unless another man equal of my skill, my charisma.....and possibly my rugged good looks steps into this ring, stares me in the face and tells me that they want to dance where the lights shine the brightest. Where the both of us will make history as the first two to ever headline the Main Event for the World Heavyweight Title in this company, even though only one of us will be left standing when the dust settles."
Chris stopped striding around the ring and leant forward upon the ropes, a smirk on his face as he stared up at the ramp and the Titantron.
"I issue a challenge for anyone backstage who has the guts to take on one of the best in the bussiness, the Ayahtollah of Rock an' Rolla'. And by god, I'll wait all night here if I have to, because unlike another bedridden Canadian, I don't want the gold handed to me. No. I'll fight for it. One way or another. And we'll give all of these people and the millions watching worldwide a show they won't soon forget, Junior!"
(TBC Undertaker/Anyone)
Right now though, was an intermission and as JR and King spoke to each other in low, hushed tones and went over their notes, the rest of the crowd were split between restlesness and reprive before their senses became overloaded once more with the show's razzmatazz.
A young blonde boy, maybe eight or nine was beyond excited in his ringside seat, dressed and decked in Chain Gang soldier-wear while a red-headed sister, even younger had a petite 'Save_Us.X29' shirt on.
Children being children, he grew impatient and began to bicker with the little girl, arguing the merits of why Cena was better than Jericho. The argument turned into a sibling shoving match when the girl took insult to the belittlement and began yelling back, much to the chagrin of flustered parents; A scene which provided a little amusing diversion from the wait for the next segment as King acknowledged when he had his headsets back on;
"Looks like we got ourselves some real passionate little fans here tonight, JR."
JR, veteran on the headsets merely nodded; He would have smiled if he could have. Circumstances however, hadn't been very kind to him, but he lived with it well enough so far.
"Indeed King. I won't lie to you when I say this bussiness has some of the most vocal supporters I have ever seen in any sport. And that's saying something. Young or old, it don't matter folks, because when the lights go down and that theme starts playing, you know you're forward looking to being amazed."
"Couldn't have put it any better than that, JR. Now, if you'll give me a sec....."
King said with a chuckle as he got up and and went over to he little tykes, talking to them in low tones.
"King, what are you doing?"
JR enquired curiously when King returned with the two kids hoisted high up on his shoulders. They weren't bickering with each other now, giggling giddily as King brought over two chairs so they could sit with the Commentators behind the table.
"I just though we could make the night a little special for some of our fans, hmmmm? You like the seat, honey?"
King enquired as the girl nodded enthusiastically. Her face lit up when he gave her his ubiqituous crown to wear, and when the boy began to sulk at the attention, JR chuckled and did his part as well by allowing him to don that famous black Resitol.
"I can't believe you're dragging me into this, King."
JR quipped defeatedly as he shuffled his notes.
The intermission was almost over.
He looked over to the boy who seemed stoked for things to pick up.
"Better treasure this night in your memory, kid."
As soon as he'd said the line, the place went dark. The lights faded into darkness until the massive Tron lit up in a fururistic bluish hue which had everyone on their feet.
Then came the ticker, huge number flashing down from
5...
4....
3....
2....
1....
BOOOOOOOOM!
The flares that erupted from the ramp blew the hats off some of those closest to the edge as a shadowy figure stood backlit and high upon the stage.
"BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!
BREAK DOWN THE WALLS!"
The figure spun around, an energetic fist-elbow pump in the air as the crowd went electic, King put the little girl upon his shoulders so she could see her favorite make his way down the ramp; Cocky, dangerously charming smile in place, as was that confident strut.
Tonight he was dressed in his usual ensemble of jeans and a striking dark purple workshirt with white grungish wings stencilled on the front, leather cuffs and a small chain around his neck. Nary a strand of the blonde mane that stood up proudly like the crest of a fighting bird was out of place.
"For those about to rock and what ya want
Baby you know you're Judas and I'm your Priest
Baby what I got is not from the least
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the beast!"
"And Chris Jericho, ladies and gentlemen. The very first Undisputed Champion here to grace us with his presence. After last week's win against Edge, one has to wonder what he has in mind next."
Jericho was very much vocal in answer to that question, motioning a belt around his waist just before he got between the ropes and into the ring.
King and the girl on his shoulders at ringside were bopping their heads to the beat, much to JR and Jericho's amusement both.
"For those about to rock, Set the clock
For those about to jump, I'm all pumped
For those about to go, Watch me flow
Break down the Walls of Jericho!!!!"
After retrieving a microphone from one of the ring technicians, he pointed at the girl and winked at her as she clapped in delight.
"Welcome to another edition of MONDAY NIGHT JERICHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
He roared through the mic and the PA system as the cheers and scattered jeering exploded throughout the arena.
"And as of last week when a certain General Manager made a deal with my fellow countryman and placed a bounty on my head, I proved once more why you can't stop Rock and Roll, and you certainly can't stop Chris Jericho. To Shane Mcmahon, I thank for for the opportunity. Really. The opportunity that is, to show you how much of an ass you really were. Not only did you come out to try and swing the match in favor of your hired, hanson-haired goon. You failed. You had your teeth, your cute little reebok sneakers and those two-dollar Jerseys handed to you on a silver platter with trimmings ala' Jericho. And now, that championship clause, that one thing you wanted to keep away from me is in my hands. I am now a contender for that title you keep walled up in your office, Shane. And believe me when I say that gold is coming to daddi-o the moment I get the chance to fight for it."
said Jericho as the crowd cheered on. The young boy who sat beside JR was none too impressed thoughas he crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out.
JR laughed.
"Well folks, if it's one thing our main contender for the title isn't lacking of tonight, it's confidence. This might be a chance for him to prove once more why he is indeed the man for the millennium."
"But of course, it takes two to tango and while I am in line for a shot at the title, a match can't be called unless another man equal of my skill, my charisma.....and possibly my rugged good looks steps into this ring, stares me in the face and tells me that they want to dance where the lights shine the brightest. Where the both of us will make history as the first two to ever headline the Main Event for the World Heavyweight Title in this company, even though only one of us will be left standing when the dust settles."
Chris stopped striding around the ring and leant forward upon the ropes, a smirk on his face as he stared up at the ramp and the Titantron.
"I issue a challenge for anyone backstage who has the guts to take on one of the best in the bussiness, the Ayahtollah of Rock an' Rolla'. And by god, I'll wait all night here if I have to, because unlike another bedridden Canadian, I don't want the gold handed to me. No. I'll fight for it. One way or another. And we'll give all of these people and the millions watching worldwide a show they won't soon forget, Junior!"
(TBC Undertaker/Anyone)
