Post by Robert Garland on Oct 1, 2014 18:31:45 GMT
The Sounds of a Cash Register Opening Begins To Play
Matt Baily - What's that?
West Newhaven - The sounds of money pouring into The RWD?
~Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's Up, Lil Scrappy
I Got Money
BME (BME), Money in the Bank, G-Unit!~
The arena lights change to a money green color as they flash like a strobe.
~I Got Money in the Bank (yea)
Shawty What You Drank~
"Billionaire" Miles Blake comes out of the back with a swagger in his step and his solid oak cane to a round of jeers. He slowly bobs his head to the beat while pointing his thumbs at his chest as if to say "I Got Money in the Bank".
I Got Money
BME (BME), Money in the Bank, G-Unit!~
The arena lights change to a money green color as they flash like a strobe.
~I Got Money in the Bank (yea)
Shawty What You Drank~
"Billionaire" Miles Blake comes out of the back with a swagger in his step and his solid oak cane to a round of jeers. He slowly bobs his head to the beat while pointing his thumbs at his chest as if to say "I Got Money in the Bank".
Matt Baily - This guy looks like an arrogant jerk.
West Newhaven - Way to judge the man based on his appearance. Are you mad because his suit is more expensive than your car?
~I'ma Get That, Dough and F*ck With Dem, Hoes
Young Ladies That Know Me Know Scrappy's A, Pro
Fill Up at the, Bar Go Get a Mas-sage
Find Me a Couple We Can Make it a, Me-nage~
Miles continues down the ramp with that same "better than you" swagger. He looks out into the crowd and laughs at the people who were obviously poorer than him. At the end of the aisle, he raises his hands in the air and rubs his fingers together, as if he were holding money.
~You Be Tryin, Hard But N*gga Don't, Start
You Be Doin Shit is Gon' Get You to the, Morgue
I Go Get That, Paper a Mega F*ckin Watch
I Be Pullin' Out Knots, That Can Buy Me a, Yacht~
Miles finally makes it down to the ring. He walks to the steel steps and stands there on the first step with his arms out stretched for a minute. He raises his cane up and points at the crowd, shaking it at them while mocking them with an arrogant laugh. After a full minute of this, Miles steps onto the ring apron and coughs to get Brenden's attention. He points at the ropes and begins tapping his foot impatiently. Brenden finally holds the top and middle ropes open and Miles enters the ring.
Young Ladies That Know Me Know Scrappy's A, Pro
Fill Up at the, Bar Go Get a Mas-sage
Find Me a Couple We Can Make it a, Me-nage~
Miles continues down the ramp with that same "better than you" swagger. He looks out into the crowd and laughs at the people who were obviously poorer than him. At the end of the aisle, he raises his hands in the air and rubs his fingers together, as if he were holding money.
~You Be Tryin, Hard But N*gga Don't, Start
You Be Doin Shit is Gon' Get You to the, Morgue
I Go Get That, Paper a Mega F*ckin Watch
I Be Pullin' Out Knots, That Can Buy Me a, Yacht~
Miles finally makes it down to the ring. He walks to the steel steps and stands there on the first step with his arms out stretched for a minute. He raises his cane up and points at the crowd, shaking it at them while mocking them with an arrogant laugh. After a full minute of this, Miles steps onto the ring apron and coughs to get Brenden's attention. He points at the ropes and begins tapping his foot impatiently. Brenden finally holds the top and middle ropes open and Miles enters the ring.
Matt Baily - Argh, I can't take much more of this guy! And this song...
West Newhaven - Shut up Matt. Let's see what he's got on his mind!
~Got a Bank Account (cha-ching) With a Large Amount
If a N*gga Wanna Talk, N*gga We Can Let it Bounce (bounce)
Take it Outside, N*gga F*ck Fallin' Back
Killers Run Up in the Club, Ballin' With a Bigger Stack~
Miles stands in the middle of the ring, pointing his thumbs at his chest once more. He lets out a boastful horselaugh as the music fades out. Blake takes the mic out of Brenden's hands as he looks out over the crowd with a smirk.
If a N*gga Wanna Talk, N*gga We Can Let it Bounce (bounce)
Take it Outside, N*gga F*ck Fallin' Back
Killers Run Up in the Club, Ballin' With a Bigger Stack~
Miles stands in the middle of the ring, pointing his thumbs at his chest once more. He lets out a boastful horselaugh as the music fades out. Blake takes the mic out of Brenden's hands as he looks out over the crowd with a smirk.
"Billionaire" Blake: "So this is wrestling huh?"
Blake takes another look around the arena.
Blake: "I've got to be honest...it's kind of a dump. I mean...this ring, look how dirty it is. It's ruining my $750 Wingtips!"
A few mild boos can be heard as, apparently, the deep South doesn't appreciate spoilt members of the upper class.
Blake: "But nevertheless, I am here. So allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miles Blake, Corporate America business tycoon extraordinaire! Everything I've touched in my life has turned to gold, from my vast hotel chains, my wife, my stocks and bonds, but I'm here for one reason -- to make the world of professional sports bow down and cower in awe of me!"
The mild boos begin to get louder and more numerous in number.
Matt Baily - I don't think these people are taking kindly to Mr. Blake tonight...
West Newhaven - That's because they know he's of a different class -- he's a more refined gentleman than they are!
Blake: "But...I'm not touching these filthy, dirty ropes. I'm not allowing my pristine body to have all sorts of dirty hands -- almost as dirty as dirty as the dirty South here -- grab all over my body. Why? I'm rich. I don't have to -- simply put, I can pay someone to fight for me!"
"WE DON'T LIKE YOU!"
"GO AWAY!"
"GO AWAY!"
Blake: "Oh, I believe you'll change your minds. I stand for everything this country is about! Go ahead, I know how "you people" do things."
Blake raises his cane in the air and shouts "USA! USA!" in an attempt to get the Southern rednecks attention. A few murmuring fans lightly join in with his USA chant.
"USA! USA! USA!"
Blake: "Yes, yes. See, I'm a man of this country. Because this country was built on one thing, and one thing only -- the support of Big Business! The Capitalistic Economy America is famous for is the same Economy that gave me my Billions of dollars -- because I, unlike the rest of you, have worked hard for it. I'm not being judgmental here -- you could all have what I have. But you don't, because you're the lazy 99% that didn't put in all the hard work I put in as the 1%! So bless this country for making me rich!"
Blake starts to get the same "USA!" chant going again, but is met with a much harsher reaction.
"WE WILL STAB YOU!" clap, clap, clapclapclap
Of course, Blake can't help but shake his head at these ignorant Southern hicks.
Blake: "OK, now I get it. None of you are patriots! None of you like this great, great country you live in, is that right?"
"BOOOOO!!!"
Blake: "Well which is it? You can't have it both ways! This country was built on Capitalism and the Almighty Dollar, and it was the Big Business that revolutionized that system to manufacture the goods and services that you all enjoy today! You hear me?! So if you don't support Corporate America, you might as well be saying you don't support America! And you know who else doesn't support America? Terrorists. Isis and Al-Qaeda. So are you all terrorists?!"
Matt Baily - What?! This guy...
Rather than vocally expressing their displeasure, several RWD fans get up and move towards the barricade, only to be restrained by security! Blake has a chuckle and points at them with his cane before continuing.
Blake: "Hey, don't be mad at me. I only educated you on what you are -- only YOU have the power to change that. But, hey, if you're all satisfied with being terrorists..."
West Newhaven - Look out!
Suddenly one of the fans manages to scramble over the barricade and into the ring. Blake steps back against the ring ropes and raise his cane up in "self-defense", but RWD security is able to restrain the man before he can lay a finger on Blake. They pull the outraged fan out of the ring as Blake smugly straightens up his tie and blazer before continuing his message.
Blake: "Look, I'd love to continue educating you poor, toothless, redneck fools...but I've got bigger things in mind. I've got to find the perfect client who, when paired with me, will systematically take over the RWD and rule it with an ironfist. Ciao, for now."
The RWD fans boo rather loudly as Blake starts to exit the ring, until he stops. He yells at Brenden Reynalds to hold open the top and middle ropes to allow Blake to exit. Once out, Blake wipes his feet -- and kicks the dirt up onto the ring apron -- before he takes a seat with West & Matt for the evening.[/font]
so quickly so sad!
