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Fight The World; Prime...the Evolution of Excellence
Topic Started: Apr 5 2005, 08:49 PM (50 Views)
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The fans settle into their seats after numerous Anarchy in the UK previews...but are soon drawn back to their feet once O'Fortuna starts to rumbe over the PA. Primes video package airs on the tron and rolls into scenes of pure aggression and physicality as the song reaches it's climax chord...rumble and...Queens Princes of the Universe starts to blast and grind it's heavy beat and electric guitar over the PA as the arena plunges into a light show of green and yellow. The fans react with heavy booing as a once noble and humble man strides out onto the stage with a smug and cocky grin set on his stone chisled jaw. Prime stops atop the stage and looks around the arena at the masses upon masses of FIW fanatics only to shake his head at them in disgust and grin on in defiance of their overwhelmingly inimical response to him being there. Prime pops off his trademark flex-into-legend killer pose before making his way toward the ring, blowing off fans all around him, and even stopping to jaw-jack a few. Prime rolls into the ring under the ropes and instantly goes for the ring announcers mic. He snatches the mic from the RA and shoves the much smaller Michael Anderson from his post. Anderson finds sanctuary ringside and after Prime glares at him, casts his eyes upon the booing crowd.

JH-"What the hell is Prime doing on a TNT broadcast, Thom?! He's a Slam guy...he has no business even being here!" Judging by Hitchens voice, he's clearly disgusted with this brash invasion by Prime.

TM-"Whoa whoa...let's not reduce Prime to being nothing more than a mere Slam guy! We're being graced, John...graced by a soon to be legend in this business. We're in the presence of evolution...the evolution of excelllence!" Thomas sucks up in ways typically predicted as Prime still stands in the ring looking all around him.

JH-"Well I guess I could at least commend you for knwoing your talent...as arguable as it is in this case, but none the less folks, Prime is here at a TNT broadcast, and as stunned as I am I'm just as interested to se what he has to say."

TM-"Finally, something we can aggree on. Let the man talk you morons!" Thomas shouts over his head set...like the people can hear him. Prime bounces the mic in his palm playfully a moment before finally losing his patience and letting the sold out crowd have it.

P-"I've stomached just about enough of you damn people and your piss poor attitudes when it comes to me!" He shouts into the mic as the scores of thousands only reenforce his statment with a tremendous boo. "What you ignorant little jack-asses fail to understand is that you're only making yourselves look worse in the eyes of your betters...in my eyes! Your jealousy is so inflated it's uncontrolable...it's pathetic! You people need to realize that all this disrespect crap rolls right off my shoulders! I could seriously care less what a bunch of inbred, overweight, nappy-ass hicks have to say about me and my clear and stunning perfect build. My chisled anatomy and striking looks serve to only ignite this flame of wild envy in you all...and where I should be flattered, I can only find contempt." His language rolls out saturated in venom and hate as the capacity crowd still tanuts and scorns Prime.

P-"Contempt for a whole arena...a whole damn world of losers! Losers who don't take matters into their own hands...losers who would sooner spit on perfection rather than strive to achieve it! It's this contagious attitude that I find everywhere I go that sickens me! You people are suceptable to it like you wouldnt believe and to make matters worse...you couldn't be more ignorant to it. This attitude is a disease...a disease that you all suffer and surrender to. Nothing like a sell-out attitude like that to qualify you all as a bunch of losers!" The crowd still hounds Prime and his clear and cut verbal raping of the people.

P-"Even now you people are crawling with it...filthy with it! So much in fact, you turn on me as though it were natural! And that's where I have to draw the line! That's where I put my damn foot down and say, shut all your god damn mouths because I've heard just about enough! Just a bunch of loose-lipped losers jawing off. So what exactly do I plan to do about it?" Prime then sticks his mic under his arm and spreads open his shirt revealing a custom made championship belt rested around his waist. Across the top of the belt are three simple letters...FTW. Prime grabs his mic again and slowly talks.

P-"I'm going to fight it. What this belt represents is my attitude against yours. What this belt represents is my will to shut up and put up where all you people can do is talk. What this belt represents is my undenyable claim that I am everything I say I am, no matter what you people can say...no matter what you people can try and do. Now I know these three letters are synonymous with a past. These three letters use to represent an attitude. This isn't a rip off, losers. This is the evolution of one mans stand against a world of opposition. But where that men failed to reach that ideal...where he failed to live up to all his talk, I will grab that torch and I will carry it with me no matter the opposition and no matter the consiquences. This is the dawn of a new attitude in Prime, and the rebirth of an attitude people like you provoke. The only difference is...I don't say Fuck the World...I say Fight it."

"Princes of the Universe" hammers over the PA once again as Prime drops his mic and rips the title belt form his waist to hold it on high for people to see...instead they boo that very title and Prime for his sudden and shocking change of attitude.

JH-"Fight the world, Thom? He can't be serious! This has got to be the poorest attitude I've seen from a man with so much potential!"

TM-"Hey you heard him! Prime is going to fight the world, and he's declared himself champion of that very cause! I couldn't agree with the man more...these people are ingrates and honsetly, John...I can detect traces of that very disease Prime was talking about in you!"

JH-"Well, despite your idiocy, Thom, folks we may have a real problem developing here as Prime is one powerful and scary individual. Quite possibly the single most powerful man this promotion has..and people, I cannot stress more the kind of repricutiouns we can be in store for should Prime have his way and se this attitude...this revolution through!" As Jonathan and Thomas debate and bounce commenbts back and forth, Prime makes his way up the rampe with the title still held on high. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the cowd once more. Prime blasts a powerful and animalistic roar out before throwing the curtains open and walking backstage.

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