Post by maineventmayhem on Nov 6, 2008 12:36:29 GMT -6
"Locomotive Breath" starts thumping through the loudspeakers as around the ReVolt entrance area, laser lights start slicing around the arena, and a red and blue strobe blazing in the entrance tunnel as "The Main Event" himself makes his grand entrance into the arena, his entrance jacket/robe/cape flowing brightly around him as he stops at the top of the stage, his valet Cynthia following him closely behind. Terry Powers flashes a huge grin behind his glasses as he points to his left, starting a blue firework waterfall to start on his left side, then points to his right causing a red waterfall to happen on the other side.
He starts spinning in place, slowly, then picks up speed as the fireworks dissipate, finishing his spinning with a flourish and a fearsome flex of his muscles as he now struts to the ring with Cynthia on his arm, talking trash to the cameraman, pointing to random fans and signs singing his praise on the way down. He gets to the ring finally, allowing Cynthia to climb the stairs first, ordering the referee to hold the ropes down so she can get into the ring, Cynthia now turning around and clapping as Terry makes his way into the ring in a whirl of red and blue sequins and tassels. He immediately calls for a microphone, standing in the center of the ring with his bright white sunglasses shining as he begins to speak.
Terry: "I think I was, ah, spot on when I said Mr. Michael Octaine is outta LINE. First of all I ain't suprised, yeah, that my babe Cynthia mistook you for an old man, Michael, considerin' how big you are..I don't, ah, think that musculature is all natural if ya' dig what the Main EVENT is sayin'! A little'a this, a bit of that, all cooked up in a syringe for ol' Michael, right? And then, my friend...then you stepped WAY over the line when you threatened my woman, yeeeah. I'm gonna' break it DOWN to ya' straight, Octaine, and if I gotta dumb it down for ya' I will, YEAH! Maybe, ah, get Aphrodite to spell out what I'm gonna' say with a crayon, maybe draw pictures to help ya, ya dig? "
The crowd pops, as The Main Event whips off his glasses, a wild look in his eyes as he draws Cynthia to him, just about shaking with how intense and angry he is.
Terry: "Unless you haven't noticed yet, Octaine, I ain't exactly RIGHT in the head, yeah...I'm a little off-the-wall...I'm a little over the edge...I'm a little insane. But I tell you right now, little boy, my woman Cynthia ain't gonna' stick her pretty little nose anywhere. She knows the Main Event don't need anybody's help, especially when it comes to pinnin' you for the 1, 2, 3, ya' big oaf! And if you put your hands on my woman anyway, Octaine... IF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY WOMAN even if she doesn't interfere, or if that girl Aphrodite does...Both a'you are gonna find OUT just HOW INSANE I AAAAAAM, YEEEEEEEAH!"
And now, as the fans are cheering and the Main Event is still quaking with fury, Cynthia takes the microphone and walks to the other side of the ring, looking straight into the camera.
Cynthia: "And believe me, Michael Octaine, you DO NOT want to find out how insane my Terry is. You say that you don't care what you do to him? Well, the feeling's mutual, buddy. Terry will hurt you, and hurt that little bitch of a manager if he has to. He's gonna' kick your little 17 year old ass up and down every side of this arena, and welcome you to adulthood the hard way. My Terry may be 30 years old, but.."
Now Terry approaches Cynthia, taking the mic from her, looking up in the sky as he speaks, having put his glasses back on.
Terry: "Like a fine wine, I get better with age, yeeeeeah, so at 30 years old I AM AS GOOD AS IT GETS, BECAUSE I AM THE MMMMMAIN EVENT AND IT'S TIME FOR A LITTLE MAYHEEEEEM! WHOOOOOO YEEEEEEEEEEAH!"
Cynthia smiles, kissing Terry now as Terry chucks the microphone into the crowd, "Locomotive Breath" reprising as Terry begins to pose and flex on the turnbuckles and in the middle of the ring, hamming it up for the crowd as only The Main Event can as the scene fades away.
He starts spinning in place, slowly, then picks up speed as the fireworks dissipate, finishing his spinning with a flourish and a fearsome flex of his muscles as he now struts to the ring with Cynthia on his arm, talking trash to the cameraman, pointing to random fans and signs singing his praise on the way down. He gets to the ring finally, allowing Cynthia to climb the stairs first, ordering the referee to hold the ropes down so she can get into the ring, Cynthia now turning around and clapping as Terry makes his way into the ring in a whirl of red and blue sequins and tassels. He immediately calls for a microphone, standing in the center of the ring with his bright white sunglasses shining as he begins to speak.
Terry: "I think I was, ah, spot on when I said Mr. Michael Octaine is outta LINE. First of all I ain't suprised, yeah, that my babe Cynthia mistook you for an old man, Michael, considerin' how big you are..I don't, ah, think that musculature is all natural if ya' dig what the Main EVENT is sayin'! A little'a this, a bit of that, all cooked up in a syringe for ol' Michael, right? And then, my friend...then you stepped WAY over the line when you threatened my woman, yeeeah. I'm gonna' break it DOWN to ya' straight, Octaine, and if I gotta dumb it down for ya' I will, YEAH! Maybe, ah, get Aphrodite to spell out what I'm gonna' say with a crayon, maybe draw pictures to help ya, ya dig? "
The crowd pops, as The Main Event whips off his glasses, a wild look in his eyes as he draws Cynthia to him, just about shaking with how intense and angry he is.
Terry: "Unless you haven't noticed yet, Octaine, I ain't exactly RIGHT in the head, yeah...I'm a little off-the-wall...I'm a little over the edge...I'm a little insane. But I tell you right now, little boy, my woman Cynthia ain't gonna' stick her pretty little nose anywhere. She knows the Main Event don't need anybody's help, especially when it comes to pinnin' you for the 1, 2, 3, ya' big oaf! And if you put your hands on my woman anyway, Octaine... IF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY WOMAN even if she doesn't interfere, or if that girl Aphrodite does...Both a'you are gonna find OUT just HOW INSANE I AAAAAAM, YEEEEEEEAH!"
And now, as the fans are cheering and the Main Event is still quaking with fury, Cynthia takes the microphone and walks to the other side of the ring, looking straight into the camera.
Cynthia: "And believe me, Michael Octaine, you DO NOT want to find out how insane my Terry is. You say that you don't care what you do to him? Well, the feeling's mutual, buddy. Terry will hurt you, and hurt that little bitch of a manager if he has to. He's gonna' kick your little 17 year old ass up and down every side of this arena, and welcome you to adulthood the hard way. My Terry may be 30 years old, but.."
Now Terry approaches Cynthia, taking the mic from her, looking up in the sky as he speaks, having put his glasses back on.
Terry: "Like a fine wine, I get better with age, yeeeeeah, so at 30 years old I AM AS GOOD AS IT GETS, BECAUSE I AM THE MMMMMAIN EVENT AND IT'S TIME FOR A LITTLE MAYHEEEEEM! WHOOOOOO YEEEEEEEEEEAH!"
Cynthia smiles, kissing Terry now as Terry chucks the microphone into the crowd, "Locomotive Breath" reprising as Terry begins to pose and flex on the turnbuckles and in the middle of the ring, hamming it up for the crowd as only The Main Event can as the scene fades away.