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Egotistical Maniac
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 |  Subject: A SteVe StOrMe PrOduCeD OwnAge SeSsiOn  Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:55 am | |
| The scene opens in a sold-out 'rasslin arena in Detroit, Michigan, United States. The fans are buzzing in anticipation, a murmour going round the arena as they wait for what's next on the show. Then 'Club Foot' by Kasabian and the fans explodes in a mixture of anger and excitement. The arena lighting dims and bright white spotlights glide round the building. Smoke fills the stage and multi-coloured pyro goes off.
Through the smoke strides Steve Storme, with a blank expression on his face. He is dressed in a casual grey suit with a light blue shirt unbuttoned at the top. His hair is spiked up messily, and in one hand is a mic. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the jeering fans either side of him. His titles aren't in his possession currently.
Steve climbs up onto the apron and into the ring. The music fades out, and Steve stands still in the center of the ring. He allows the booing to quieten down before raising his microphone.
'My name is Steve Storme... what's up Chicago?!'
The crowd go crazy with jeers as Steve laughs to himself and shakes his head at how riled up people can get. He waits for quiet again and raises the mic, at the same time noticing a young man in the front row dressed in wrestling attire with a sign saying 'I wanna join TOTF!'. A little grin forms on Steve's face and he beckons the guy into the ring. The man can't believe his luck and leaps over the barrier and slides into the ring quickly, his sign sitll in hand.
'So judging from what you're wearing, you're an Indy wrestler, right?'
The guy nods a few times, a little tense at being in the ring with one of his heroes.
'Okay. Do you honestly believe you can have the ability to roll with the Theory of the Fallen?'
The man pauses before nodding again emphatically, his mind racing with thoughts of Steve letting him join his favourite wrestlers.
'Right...'
Steve suddenly runs forward and kicks the man in the groin really hard. He instantly drops the mat, screaming in pain as the arena go wild with jeers. Steve laughs to himself and raises the mic, standing over the guy.
'So you still wanna be in the Theory of the Fallen?'
The man quickly shakes his head several times and Steve laughs again.
'Get outta my ring!'
The guy rolls out swiftly and returns to his seat, clutching his groin.
'DeMarco said I gotta hype the match on Fusion or something so here goes: 'ey yo HavOc, you better stay quiet or else I'll catch a UFO in mid-flight and then smash your batcave, aka mother's garage, into thousands of tiny pieces! RAWR!'
Then suddenly a bunch of 1920s style gangsters, dressed in suits with tommy guns, appear on the stage. There's about five of them. They run down the ramp and slide into the ring as Steve plays scared with over the top facial expressions.
'C'mon guys, there's no need for this. Can't we just talk it over like adults?'
The five gangsters open fire with their toy guns and Steve just stands there, no-selling it with an angry look on his face. He pulls out his own toy handgun and shoots them to the mat one by one. They all throw themselves to the floor dramatically. But then the arena lightning switches off and when it turns back on, somebody in a Scarecrow costume is stood in the ring. Steve turns round in shock and shoots his toy gun at the Scarecrow, sending him flying over the top rope. Steve raises his mic.
'Damn, I was just hoping to just kick a kid in the balls, diss HavOc and get outta here. I didn't realise I'd have to end people's lives in my promos!'
Then 'Everbody Was Kung-Fu Figthing' hits on the sound system and black ninjas jump out of the crowd over the barriers. Steve tries to use his gun on one of them but throws it to the floor in frustration.
'Ugh, no ammo!'
The ninjas slide into the ring and Steve knocks the first one down with a roundhouse kick. Then a spinning heel kick on the next, and a judo-flip on the third. He leaps up and engages in some karate-style hand fighting before kicking the ninja in the balls. Then he turns round to see a ninja with a big katana sword. Steve stumbles back into the top left corner, feigning terror as the ninja advances.
'Y-y-you can't do this! It's dishonourable!'
Suddenly the music stops and the lightning switches off. When it returns, Batman is stood in the ring behind the ninja. He grabs the sword and snaps it in two. The ninja spins round and backs away from Batman right into a Rawrstorme superkick from Steve. Batman and Storme then high five. Steve picks up the ninja and hits a Brainstorme (pumphandle half-nelson driver), while Batman scales a turnbuckle and nails a shooting star press to the fans delight. Steve picks his mic up, breathing a little heavier this time.
'We showed them Batman! Ninjas today, HavOc tomorrow! Ha HAH ahaha Hah ahahah Hah ahah aHhaha ahaha Hhahha ahHahHAHAHAHhahah Hah ahaha HahHAha HahhHAHAhaha Hha Hha HEHAHA ahah ah ha ha hehehe!'
The viewer's screen fades to black, where white meidum-sized font appears saying...
'A SteVe StOrMe PrOduCeD OwnAge SeSsiOn'
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StuffOfLegends
Slim Shady
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| | Subject: Re: A SteVe StOrMe PrOduCeD OwnAge SeSsiOn Sat Jul 18, 2009 9:01 am | |
| OOC:In charcter as Robin: Holy untalented actors Batman, you really got them good. | |
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