Post by brown on Jun 28, 2007 20:26:42 GMT -6
"Party Like a Rock Star" by Shop Boyz begins to play and the crowd get out of the chairs as "Renegade" Travis Brown enters through the curtain. He beats his chest for a few seconds and then points to the people. He then runs to the ring and then slides in under the bottom rope. Travis approaches a turnbuckle, climbs it and then outstretches his arms.
Travis Brown:
So- let's rewind for a little bit so the slow people in the audience can keep up. Last week, Mr. Brown said that he was going to walk into the TV Taping and whoop some ass. Did T-Brown do that? Yes. Mr. Brown said he was going to walk out of the TV taping the winner of the match. Did he do that? Yes. Now, Travis Brown walked into that match holding the POW Openweight Championship. Is the POW New England booking team acknowledging Mr. Brown as the champion? Aw hell no! They took that title from Travis and they are making him go through stages of matches to be officially called the champion.
Now, don't get it twisted. Mr. Brown sees this as a good thing. This week, T-Brown has to go one on one with some punk ass kid named Cory Barnett. Cory is some random 17 year old chump who thinks he is in the same league as Mr. Brown. There ain't nobody in this business in the same league as Mr. Brown! I hope little Cory has his momma read him a bedtime story the night before the match because when Travis Brown gets him in the ring, he's gonna whip his ass and then find Cory's momma and make her drink the man love. Welcome to Brown Town, Bitch!
The crowd cringes at the mention of semen. Travis looks around, amazed at how many people seem offended by such a mundane comment. He smiles, nodding in approval. He then puts the microphone back towards his mouth.
Travis Brown:
That belt that Mr. Hunter has in his possession belongs to Mr. Brown and he knows it. That is why he seemed to be fuming at the last show. He knows damn well that T-Brown is the only one in the New England territory worth anything. Travis Brown has got everything going for him. Looks, talent, charisma. You name it, Travis Brown has got it. No lie. That is what is gonna take Mr. Brown from the bottom of the card straight to the top.
T-Brown has heard all the talk about if he wins, he has to either face President Pliskin or Captain Ragnorack. Now, that is all good in the hood for Mr. Brown. Everyone knows the Captain is a joke, "Crunchify Me, Captain! It's the taste you can see!". T-Brown will beat the crap out of Captain Crunch, strangle Tony Hunter the Tiger for that belt and then steal McCormack's lucky charms. It doesn't matter, for a shot at the big time- there ain't no stopping Mr. Brown!
Travis Brown climbs the turnbuckle. He poses for a few seconds, egging the crowd on. They are booing him, they obviously favor his opponent this week. But, it doesn't matter to him.
Travis Brown:
And If Travis Brown has to go one on one with the President of the United States...hey wait...he's the president of the United States? Which United States? The United States of Stupid? Trust Mr. Brown, he lives in America. Pliskin is not the president of T-Brown's country. The Prez is just some fake ass poser who thinks he's gonna ride on some crappy gimmick that would have worked in the 1980's.
This is 2007, bitch! Welcome to the real world. The world where Mr. Brown is dominant. The world where Mr. Brown is the franchise. The world where Mr. Brown defeats that pre-pubescent punk and then goes on to defeat either Captain Crunch or the President of the United States of Stupid. The world where Mr. Brown is about to become the first, last and greatest... POW New England Openweight Champion of the world.
"Party Like a Rock Star" by Shop Boyz begins to play again as Travis Brown, also known as "Renegade" drops the microphone. He steps between the ropes and then climbs down to floor level. He beats his chest for a few seconds and then points to the people. He walks towards the curtain. He disappears behind the curtain as the fans continue to boo him.
Travis Brown:
So- let's rewind for a little bit so the slow people in the audience can keep up. Last week, Mr. Brown said that he was going to walk into the TV Taping and whoop some ass. Did T-Brown do that? Yes. Mr. Brown said he was going to walk out of the TV taping the winner of the match. Did he do that? Yes. Now, Travis Brown walked into that match holding the POW Openweight Championship. Is the POW New England booking team acknowledging Mr. Brown as the champion? Aw hell no! They took that title from Travis and they are making him go through stages of matches to be officially called the champion.
Now, don't get it twisted. Mr. Brown sees this as a good thing. This week, T-Brown has to go one on one with some punk ass kid named Cory Barnett. Cory is some random 17 year old chump who thinks he is in the same league as Mr. Brown. There ain't nobody in this business in the same league as Mr. Brown! I hope little Cory has his momma read him a bedtime story the night before the match because when Travis Brown gets him in the ring, he's gonna whip his ass and then find Cory's momma and make her drink the man love. Welcome to Brown Town, Bitch!
The crowd cringes at the mention of semen. Travis looks around, amazed at how many people seem offended by such a mundane comment. He smiles, nodding in approval. He then puts the microphone back towards his mouth.
Travis Brown:
That belt that Mr. Hunter has in his possession belongs to Mr. Brown and he knows it. That is why he seemed to be fuming at the last show. He knows damn well that T-Brown is the only one in the New England territory worth anything. Travis Brown has got everything going for him. Looks, talent, charisma. You name it, Travis Brown has got it. No lie. That is what is gonna take Mr. Brown from the bottom of the card straight to the top.
T-Brown has heard all the talk about if he wins, he has to either face President Pliskin or Captain Ragnorack. Now, that is all good in the hood for Mr. Brown. Everyone knows the Captain is a joke, "Crunchify Me, Captain! It's the taste you can see!". T-Brown will beat the crap out of Captain Crunch, strangle Tony Hunter the Tiger for that belt and then steal McCormack's lucky charms. It doesn't matter, for a shot at the big time- there ain't no stopping Mr. Brown!
Travis Brown climbs the turnbuckle. He poses for a few seconds, egging the crowd on. They are booing him, they obviously favor his opponent this week. But, it doesn't matter to him.
Travis Brown:
And If Travis Brown has to go one on one with the President of the United States...hey wait...he's the president of the United States? Which United States? The United States of Stupid? Trust Mr. Brown, he lives in America. Pliskin is not the president of T-Brown's country. The Prez is just some fake ass poser who thinks he's gonna ride on some crappy gimmick that would have worked in the 1980's.
This is 2007, bitch! Welcome to the real world. The world where Mr. Brown is dominant. The world where Mr. Brown is the franchise. The world where Mr. Brown defeats that pre-pubescent punk and then goes on to defeat either Captain Crunch or the President of the United States of Stupid. The world where Mr. Brown is about to become the first, last and greatest... POW New England Openweight Champion of the world.
"Party Like a Rock Star" by Shop Boyz begins to play again as Travis Brown, also known as "Renegade" drops the microphone. He steps between the ropes and then climbs down to floor level. He beats his chest for a few seconds and then points to the people. He walks towards the curtain. He disappears behind the curtain as the fans continue to boo him.