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Post by Adam Bryan on Oct 21, 2012 13:07:18 GMT -5
After Jax's interesting way of starting off the show, Adam Bryan feels like a little verbal assault is in order for the big guy. His entrance music hits the arena speakers like a brick as roughly everyone in the building begins to boo him. He rips open the curtains and steps through them as the heckling gets even worse. He doesn't care, not one bit what these people think of him. He halts his progress to the ring a couple feet from the curtains as he just gazes through the crowd all these people that dislike or hate him. He does, however, spot one sign that reads “Pro Choice” as a nickname Bryan adopted is “The Choice”. Adam nods at the fan before he continues to snobbishly walk down to the ring. He is already armed with a microphone, so the fans are well aware of what will happen once his two feet hit the ring mat.
Scotty 2 Hotty: Here we go, more of this guys jibber jabber. Why can't he just wrestle his match and prove his skills instead of boast about them?
Joanie Laurer: Well he did that last week! He won his match fair and square. As a matter of fact, he beat down Dancing Dragon like no other!
Scotty 2 Hotty: Okay, okay, put it back in your pants. Forget I said anything at all.
While the bickering continues, Adam Bryan hops on top of the apron before he steps through the second rope. He spins around in the ring causing his suit coat to breeze up from his back. Bryan then comes set in the middle of the squared circle and begins to speak.
“I would go on about how all of you 'people' disgust me again, but we both know that will never sink into your thick as shit skulls. It's sad, it really is. If you people would cheer the guys with talent and not the guys who consistently lick your asses, this business would be perfect, but I digress. There is only one thing I'm going to talk about this week, and that's Jax. The man without the plan, the man who thought it was an amazing idea to come out here, kiss all of your asses and bash his skull in with steel chairs before our first blood match. On a scale of one to OJ, this dude is Charles Manson crazy. He doesn't understand that there is no way he can beat me, NONE! He doesn't posses the skills, he doesn't posses the brain power, he doesn't posses the charisma. All this guy has is bulk, that's all he is... just another big body.”
Once again, fans around the arena begin to boo, but this time it looks like it's actually starting to get to Bryan. One fan in the front row is particularly harsh, heckling Adam by calling him the worst things he can think of. Adam, not being a man who will sit back and take shit from a nobody, simply flips the fan off. However, this only rallies up the fans rage that much more so he continues to heckle this wrestler.
“Fine, fine, you wanna play? Let's go you fat, cousin banging, dick licking, mother fucking piece of shit! You're only here because your mom was busy tonight so you couldn't slip it in her!”
A mutual “ohhhh!” is shared by the audience as this fan looks just about ready to hop over the guardrail and lay a beat down on 'The Choice'. Luckily, security stops him before the fan gets too out of hand. Bryan shakes out his body and brings the microphone back up to his lips.
“Okay, anyway, where were we... Oh, yes, Jax being a talentless turd like all of you. He says he should have won last week against the German War Machine, is he insane? Was he actually paying attention to that match? He let his emotions get the best of him and Panzer came up big. But it was the right call for a double DQ. I mean, the guys did smash each other with steel chairs, and I know Jax apparently loves the hard steel in his face, but come on. You, win? I don't think so kid, leave that to the real superstars, like myself and my main man from the Reich.”
A silence falls upon the arena, not knowing how to go about a response for that insensitive joke. One fan then screams out, “Nazi!” some laugh while other are still silent. If there is one thing that's for sure, Adam Bryan just gained the most heat anyone has in Velocity.
Scotty 2 Hotty: Wow, Bryan really struck a nerve here. I'm, I'm not too sure the guy should walk to his car alone tonight.
Joanie Laurer: Adam's a big boy, I'd know, he can handle himself.
Scotty 2 Hotty: Wait, what? Oh... ewwwwww..
“Okay, Shut the hell up! That's another thing wrong with you American fans, you get butthurt over everything. You always have to play the victims, and that's just like Jax. He can't handle the fact that he didn't win last week so he has to come out here with a new conspiracy theory and you people just believe it. The proof was right before your very eyes, but, somehow, you can just choose to not believe it. You people are what's wrong with this world, not me. I'm a guy who finds ways to get what he wants, I don't just sit there and bitch about things not being handed to me! That's not me and that's never been me. Jax, I really hope you're in the back listening, because you need to know how pathetic you really are. You can't sit there and take yourself as a serious threat when you, yourself, are a joke. You come out here and hit yourself with chairs for these peoples' amusement, you go cry when you don't win a match, you are nothing!”
With that last statement out of Bryan's mouth, Jax's theme song booms out of the speakers as the man runs down to the ring looking to 'layeth the smackdown' on Adam Bryan. Bryan quickly drops the microphone and rips off his suit coat, prepping himself for what's about to happen.
WORDS 1100
SIDE NOTES Had Jax's permission for this.
TAGS Jax, Panzer, Reich, steel chair
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