Post by chestercoban on Feb 27, 2007 13:46:45 GMT -6
::The lights diminish and the fans are in an uproar. Before the reaction settles two missiles fire from the arena ceiling into the stage floor. The chords of "Young and Dumb" echo around the arena as a figure emerges from the flares; this man is Chester Coban. The lights flicker back to life as he comes down to the ring to a varied reaction from the live audience. Coban rolls into the ring::
Coban: They don't call me "The Chairman" for nothing.
(Coban states for a smile, and a crewman brings the chair from last week's enticing battle to the ring and sets it under the bottom rope)
Coban: It's come to my attention that I drive fear into the POW locker room when there is metal in my hands... and there isn't a bigger rush I proclaim. After sustaining that win last week though... Tito Capaci thought it would be best to throw some new blood into the mix... some fresh bones that need refurbishing.
(Coban pauses for a second and looks down at the chair.)
Coban: Lance Erikson certainly has a posh character; someone who may someday make a comfortable career for themselves... but it's not going to happen in this ring; MY ring. You see, I've gotten tired of the recent string of failures I have endured... just because of a little metal being brought into the mix. So what if I enjoy beating on people with chairs? Would you rather come after you with a chainsaw, or even AIDs?
(The crowd nods in agreement as they would rather a chair shot from Coban anyday)
Coban: Erikson... I've been around the leagues for a while now, and let me tell you it hasn't been a walk in the park for this mammoth. I am a superstar because of what I can and have done... and what I will further do. From me starting my mighty progression back into my winning ways here in POW... stands a young, unintelligent boy scout. And yes, I speak of you Lance.
(Coban wipes his mouth with a swift moment as the fans don't enjoy him downsizing others. We are at a 3rd grade level, understand)
Coban: As witty and pompous as I can be, there isn't a way for my words to justify my victory in our match... so I will just turn them into actions. I have been to the barren... fought to the acme, and here I stand before you, a man on a mission. My mission statement reads this: 'There is no failure, but success. Success will run rampant, and I will strive.' Take some advice Erikson... jump on the bagwagon of growing Coban supporters, rather than be a big boy and think you have what it takes. Do you think you have it? That extra seasoning required to make the meal complete?
(Several fans in attendance now shout for vendors as Coban is working there minds as well as their stomachs)
Coban: Possibly the most overused line today... but what the hell, I am always correct with words. Erikson... though your career has just jumpstarted, prepare to witness a hurricane that will wipe your dreams away... and leave you feebly crushed and without hope. Katrina has nothing on the wrath I could bring; because 'The Chairman' has the final say.
(Coban picks up the chair from the mat.)
Coban: I'll steel your hopes away...
::Coban looks hard at the chair, before dropping the microphone and lowers himself from the ring. He progresses up the ramp with chair in hand::
Coban: They don't call me "The Chairman" for nothing.
(Coban states for a smile, and a crewman brings the chair from last week's enticing battle to the ring and sets it under the bottom rope)
Coban: It's come to my attention that I drive fear into the POW locker room when there is metal in my hands... and there isn't a bigger rush I proclaim. After sustaining that win last week though... Tito Capaci thought it would be best to throw some new blood into the mix... some fresh bones that need refurbishing.
(Coban pauses for a second and looks down at the chair.)
Coban: Lance Erikson certainly has a posh character; someone who may someday make a comfortable career for themselves... but it's not going to happen in this ring; MY ring. You see, I've gotten tired of the recent string of failures I have endured... just because of a little metal being brought into the mix. So what if I enjoy beating on people with chairs? Would you rather come after you with a chainsaw, or even AIDs?
(The crowd nods in agreement as they would rather a chair shot from Coban anyday)
Coban: Erikson... I've been around the leagues for a while now, and let me tell you it hasn't been a walk in the park for this mammoth. I am a superstar because of what I can and have done... and what I will further do. From me starting my mighty progression back into my winning ways here in POW... stands a young, unintelligent boy scout. And yes, I speak of you Lance.
(Coban wipes his mouth with a swift moment as the fans don't enjoy him downsizing others. We are at a 3rd grade level, understand)
Coban: As witty and pompous as I can be, there isn't a way for my words to justify my victory in our match... so I will just turn them into actions. I have been to the barren... fought to the acme, and here I stand before you, a man on a mission. My mission statement reads this: 'There is no failure, but success. Success will run rampant, and I will strive.' Take some advice Erikson... jump on the bagwagon of growing Coban supporters, rather than be a big boy and think you have what it takes. Do you think you have it? That extra seasoning required to make the meal complete?
(Several fans in attendance now shout for vendors as Coban is working there minds as well as their stomachs)
Coban: Possibly the most overused line today... but what the hell, I am always correct with words. Erikson... though your career has just jumpstarted, prepare to witness a hurricane that will wipe your dreams away... and leave you feebly crushed and without hope. Katrina has nothing on the wrath I could bring; because 'The Chairman' has the final say.
(Coban picks up the chair from the mat.)
Coban: I'll steel your hopes away...
::Coban looks hard at the chair, before dropping the microphone and lowers himself from the ring. He progresses up the ramp with chair in hand::