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| Math Problems? And...Less Peters; Nero speaks his mind. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 17 2005, 04:33 AM (30 Views) | |
| Nero Kross | May 17 2005, 04:33 AM Post #1 |
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The Controversy
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**I refuse to be brought down by yoooouuuu!!!** :: Red lighting would replace the default tan-white color as that main chorus echoed with a acapella throughout the arena.Following this, a large red pyro would discharge from the center of the stage, flying high infront of the Thadtron before exploding, spreading into a large cross. Smoke had been rolling out from the pyrotechnic as the beginning riffs to "Sixpounder" by the Children of Bodom would be heard blasting through the Public Announcement system. As the smoke cleared, the words "Nero F'n' Kross!" were glowing on the Thadtron screen and the Trenton Terror stepped out onto the stage, decked out in baggy Red Tripp NYC brand bondage plaid pants, straps swinging as he jumped around on stage. Kross throwing up metal horns to the crowd responding to the repeated chants of "N-F-K!"; headbanging of course. Stopping to the camera, NFK would give the monitor a bird, profanity escaping his raven-glossed lips. Onyx painted nails concealing themselves within Nero's fists as he stepped down the ramp. The Morbid Misfit would casually tag the hands of fans on the left side of the aisle as he made his way to the ring. As he approached ringisde, The Dude promptly handed the 25 year old competitor a microphone. Nero then stepped to the steel stairing, stepping onto the apron before climbing underneath the top rope, dragging his foot on the mat as he stepped in. That mic would be raised to a makeup-covered face as Nero stepped around, awaiting for his music to fade...:: "Now...I know alot of you are upset due to my absence at CYB3RSLAM...Yes, yes I know. It's my fault you all have to still watch Mr. Highlight compete. Don't worry, I'll make up for it eventually... Unfortunately I have more opporessing matters to attend to. It seems that on Glory...I will be facing Kurt Angle, the quote unquote Olympic Hero and....the Number guy. One I've dealt with, he won't be a problem. Yes, I mean Kurt Angel. Why am I in this match? Who knows...but they're in the way of my second title reign and I can't have that. So first on the list, acute the angle and subtract the nyne...sounds like math. I havn't done that in a few years. Oh well...can't be too hard...." ::Nero paced around the canvas for a second, listening to the usual pops he got from the crowd after insulting superstars. Nero would then promptly stuff the microphone into his pocket much to the entertainment to those watching before sliding out a Salem menthol cigarette. It was the last one in the pack and dawned the green-colored filter, which Nero would explain shortly. Being the chainsmoker that he was, Kross would take his sweet ass time lighting the cigarette. A hit was taken from the cigarette as the tip flared up a bright orange color before turning to ash. Nero had withdrawn the cigarette from his lips, looking at the trace of black lipstick left on the green filter before letting a stream of smoke escape his lips, pulling the mic' from his pocket and speaking.:: " It's funny...This is my last cigarette. I know you're all wondering 'why is that funny?' and I'll tell you why. In the brand of cigarettes I smoke, Salems ©, You smoke the green-filtered cigarette last, for good luck. Why do I need it? If it's luck people need, I'd say Angle and Nyne should pick up smoking. They'll need luck to get out of that ring without losing any blood....Next up, The NGPW World Heavyweight Champion: Tad Peters. You won your title from Outlaw because the real champion stopped showing? And to top it off...fought Outlaw?...Nope...Didn't fight anyone did you? Funny stuff. Mainly funny because you don't have the balls to step into the ring with someone....Someone like me. Don't feel bad though. It's okay. Not very many champions have had the guts to defend their titles against me...Yes I'm talking smack. I should stop, shouldn't I?...Nah. Look Peters. When you get done picking off jobbers step up. If you're too scared, that's fine...Shifty Bradley, The Eliminator, Roz, Jake Michaels, The Sandman, Tempest, Poizon, Joey Jordison....the list goes on. Do you have what it takes to defend that belt with honor? Or are you just another wannabe LEGEND to get...Krossed out.....?" :: With that, a smirk would appear upon the lips of the very obnoxious Nero Kross before he dropped the mic onto the floor, ringing loud feedback noise through the PA before he stepped through the ropes, heading up the ramp and into the back. :: |
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