Post by Dylan on Apr 1, 2018 22:17:43 GMT -5
The shot begins with Ricky Jackson, all sweaty and hairy, standing in front of a colorful background. His sunglasses are on his forehead, nearly hidden in his locks of luscious hair. He sports a new cocktail stick in his mouth of pearly whites. He flashes a dazzling smile at the camera, and in the background you can hear ladies scream with delight.
Ricky: Ladies and gentlemen, I am “The Metrosexual” Ricky Jackson! And I’m a day off of a victory against that phony jabroni rockstar, Vip-I mean Poison. Y’all know what that means? It means I’m moving on to the semi finals of the AWA World Heavyweight Grand Prix!
Ricky stands there a bit smugly he plays with the cocktail stick in his mouth.
Ricky: And rest assured, I have more than a semi when it comes to my curiosity striking me for who I shall face in the finals? Will it be the Hiro who’s been rendered BROKEN and OBSOLETE? Or will it be smelly, greasy, nasty animal that claims he will paralyze any and everyone in his path? Well, I don’t know and, to be honest with you, I DON’T CARE! I will girate my way through every man on this roster and claim my righteous crown as the cream of the crop in the Absolute Wrestling Alliance!
Ricky walks off camera, muttering to himself.
Ricky: “Girate through every man?” That sounds awful. Scratch that, let’s just get back to this.
Ricky walks back on camera, smiling at the camera.
Ricky: But before I make it to the semi finals, I have a rather large, pungent odor of a man set to challenge me! That’s right, some homeless joe with a beard to match such description name “Bjark the Assassin” seeks to assassinate me and put a stop to this movement I’ve begun! Metromania! Bjark, you have no place to be standing in front of me! I am the Metrosexual dammit, and I’ll be metro-DAMNED, if I let some chump like you come in and rain on my parade!
Ricky paces in his small area for a moment, before turning back to the camera, a fire in his eyes.
Ricky: Bjark, you claim to have killed your brother, Gustav. You claim some dark, evil entity called a “Macabre” has set you on a path of destruction. I say you were dropped on your head one too many times as a child. Your reign of demolition started and ended yesterday, and you won’t be reclaiming no fire against me!
Ricky takes his white jacket and puts it on, then dons his sunglasses and takes his cocktail stick out of his mouth.
Ricky: Bjark… WHATCHA GONNA DO, WHEN THE METROSEXUAL AND ALL OF HIS METROMANIACS RUN WIIIILD ON YOOOOOU?!
Ricky throws the cocktail stick at the camera and walks off screen as it fades to an image.
BJARK THE ASSASSIN, WELCOME TO THE METROZONE!
