Post by Jimmy Gimmick on May 12, 2009 18:44:00 GMT -5
*The camera cuts in backstage to the all to familiar image of a smirking Jimmy Gimmick.*
Jim Ross- Welcome back to Anarchy and it looks like we're going to hear from Jimmy Gimmick right now.
*The camera pans out revealing Alex Parise standing next to Gimmick, his hands folded over each other and hanging at his waist. Gimmick sighs loudly, which is a sound barely audible over the visibly angry fans.*
"DX..."
*The crowd pops briefly for mention of the beloved faction, Gimmick's smile remains and he nods his head briefly almost encouraging them.*
"The mere mention of these allegedly 'legendary' pranksters brings glee to the face of every man, women, and child in attendance today, and watching at home. And I have to question why?"
*Cheering fades away as expected to be replaced by the more appropriate boos.*
"Why is it that fans feel they need to idolize grown men who make a living out of lame pranks, and cock jokes. The routine is tired, it's been tired since it was reinstated in 2006, and now this is just an excuse for two washed up nobodies to band together and f*** the system one more time. And it makes me sick."
*The cocky smile was gone, replacing it was a look of utter disdain.*
"It makes me sick to see these two reaping their success from past glory, living off a mediocre legacy that would be long since forgotten if we didn't have the visual reminder in the form of two washed up old timers rolling around in tights."
*Gimmick spat his words while Parise stood unflinching by his side, almost non-responsive as Gimmick spoke.*
"First I will address The Heartbreak Kid and also the sadder story of the two; Shawn Michaels. What d'ya have left Shawn, I mean I get going down fighting, but if you don't even have a freaking cause why not leave while your on top, or at least not laying at the bottom. You're just about out of goddamn time, and as it's dwindling you are serving as nothing more than a marketing puppet for an industry that has long since passed you by.
Shawn people respect you, people look up to you, but look at you now. Look at the headliner, the main event, the icon, look at this legend of the business now, at the end of the line. Shawn before each match you drop to your knees and look to the heavens well tonight you'd better be praying, you think you can stand in the ring with the future of this industry and make it out in one piece. Let's just say you'll need a lot more than God to save you now."
*Gimmick pauses, a rarity within his speeches, the fast talking 'poster boy' raises his head, eyes staring off camera, seemingly to the ceiling.*
"Brings me to Triple H, what a story this guy has, even better than his damn nicknames. Hunter I'll be perfectly blunt about this everyone knows the only reason you got anything in WWE was from f***ing a certain someone. On a related note I decided to take a page out of your book, I'm going to say what I want when I want to say it, and not because I'm a freaking degenerate but simply because I can. Now long after a career built on free passes and manipulative politics you stay standing in the squared circle and much like I mentioned earlier that raises the question 'why?'
That simple one word question could be analyzed and contemplated for hours upon hours, but there must be a simple answer. Is it the money? The lifestyle? The rush you get from hearing the fans chant your name? I can't say for sure, but your motivation is really irrelevant to me. I always say you can find out more about someone in a fight than a conversation, and that is what I intend to do tonight. I am going to find out exactly how to break you, how I'd be best off taking you apart, and well I'm speaking my mind allow me to state that I can't f***ing wait."
Jim Ross- Jimmy Gimmick's really putting the sensors to work.
Jerry "The King" Lawler- You got that right J.R. he doesn't appear to be too happy.
*Almost seamlessly save for a single breath Gimmick continues.*
"Tonight D-Generation X has one last hurrah, one final opportunity to shine, one chance at redemption. It is in that squared circle however, that they will fall, and the conquering of DX will serve to legitimize Original Sin. These legends become mere stepping stones, don't get what I said about the ability of you two wrong I expect a fight, I long for a fight. I want you to bring your best so we can take it, at the end of the night DX will lay at our feet, and from above the broken, battered bodies of Triple H and Shawn Michaels, Alex Parise and yours truly shall rise.
So its time to cut out the jokes, cease the laughter, and put away the freaking diagrams. Tonight D-Generation X will reach a bloody end, it won't be a wrestling match it will be a massacre.
Ladies and gentlemen it is the match you have all been waiting for the final repose of one of FCW's most decorated alliances, at the hands of Original Sin!"
*Jimmy Gimmick the consummate entertainer shouts with a sudden change in expression, and from the ceiling his eyes now fall upon Alex Parise who he hands the mic over to.*
(TBC: Parise)
Jim Ross- Welcome back to Anarchy and it looks like we're going to hear from Jimmy Gimmick right now.
*The camera pans out revealing Alex Parise standing next to Gimmick, his hands folded over each other and hanging at his waist. Gimmick sighs loudly, which is a sound barely audible over the visibly angry fans.*
"DX..."
*The crowd pops briefly for mention of the beloved faction, Gimmick's smile remains and he nods his head briefly almost encouraging them.*
"The mere mention of these allegedly 'legendary' pranksters brings glee to the face of every man, women, and child in attendance today, and watching at home. And I have to question why?"
*Cheering fades away as expected to be replaced by the more appropriate boos.*
"Why is it that fans feel they need to idolize grown men who make a living out of lame pranks, and cock jokes. The routine is tired, it's been tired since it was reinstated in 2006, and now this is just an excuse for two washed up nobodies to band together and f*** the system one more time. And it makes me sick."
*The cocky smile was gone, replacing it was a look of utter disdain.*
"It makes me sick to see these two reaping their success from past glory, living off a mediocre legacy that would be long since forgotten if we didn't have the visual reminder in the form of two washed up old timers rolling around in tights."
*Gimmick spat his words while Parise stood unflinching by his side, almost non-responsive as Gimmick spoke.*
"First I will address The Heartbreak Kid and also the sadder story of the two; Shawn Michaels. What d'ya have left Shawn, I mean I get going down fighting, but if you don't even have a freaking cause why not leave while your on top, or at least not laying at the bottom. You're just about out of goddamn time, and as it's dwindling you are serving as nothing more than a marketing puppet for an industry that has long since passed you by.
Shawn people respect you, people look up to you, but look at you now. Look at the headliner, the main event, the icon, look at this legend of the business now, at the end of the line. Shawn before each match you drop to your knees and look to the heavens well tonight you'd better be praying, you think you can stand in the ring with the future of this industry and make it out in one piece. Let's just say you'll need a lot more than God to save you now."
*Gimmick pauses, a rarity within his speeches, the fast talking 'poster boy' raises his head, eyes staring off camera, seemingly to the ceiling.*
"Brings me to Triple H, what a story this guy has, even better than his damn nicknames. Hunter I'll be perfectly blunt about this everyone knows the only reason you got anything in WWE was from f***ing a certain someone. On a related note I decided to take a page out of your book, I'm going to say what I want when I want to say it, and not because I'm a freaking degenerate but simply because I can. Now long after a career built on free passes and manipulative politics you stay standing in the squared circle and much like I mentioned earlier that raises the question 'why?'
That simple one word question could be analyzed and contemplated for hours upon hours, but there must be a simple answer. Is it the money? The lifestyle? The rush you get from hearing the fans chant your name? I can't say for sure, but your motivation is really irrelevant to me. I always say you can find out more about someone in a fight than a conversation, and that is what I intend to do tonight. I am going to find out exactly how to break you, how I'd be best off taking you apart, and well I'm speaking my mind allow me to state that I can't f***ing wait."
Jim Ross- Jimmy Gimmick's really putting the sensors to work.
Jerry "The King" Lawler- You got that right J.R. he doesn't appear to be too happy.
*Almost seamlessly save for a single breath Gimmick continues.*
"Tonight D-Generation X has one last hurrah, one final opportunity to shine, one chance at redemption. It is in that squared circle however, that they will fall, and the conquering of DX will serve to legitimize Original Sin. These legends become mere stepping stones, don't get what I said about the ability of you two wrong I expect a fight, I long for a fight. I want you to bring your best so we can take it, at the end of the night DX will lay at our feet, and from above the broken, battered bodies of Triple H and Shawn Michaels, Alex Parise and yours truly shall rise.
So its time to cut out the jokes, cease the laughter, and put away the freaking diagrams. Tonight D-Generation X will reach a bloody end, it won't be a wrestling match it will be a massacre.
Ladies and gentlemen it is the match you have all been waiting for the final repose of one of FCW's most decorated alliances, at the hands of Original Sin!"
*Jimmy Gimmick the consummate entertainer shouts with a sudden change in expression, and from the ceiling his eyes now fall upon Alex Parise who he hands the mic over to.*
(TBC: Parise)