Trey Union
04-22-2010, 10:35 AM
Here's my latest and greatest as Mr. Anderson. RP came out to just under 3000 words. I might have hit the 3000 mark, but, I haven't not counted stuff that isn't part of the actual description or speech. So, here it is.
Mr. Anderson vs Ted Dibiase (jr) Television Title match inside of the Lethal Lockdown at Living Dangerously PPV.
Link to the tron I am using (you'll get why when you read it) instead of the embed link.
http://i44.tinypic.com/333hhd1.jpg
-----------------------Scene 1: Baby… I’m Priceless… Yeah, I’m… PRICELESS!------------------
http://www.youtube.com/v/FbF6v-DGqo4
As the music played out, out came a man who looks like Ted Dibiase… But, it wasn’t, it was Mr. Anderson! His attire was the same as Ted’s, his hair was the same color, with the same highlights. Wrapped in his arm was a blow up doll with a wig on, matching the color of Sadie Matthew’s hair. He walked down the ramp, dragging the doll behind him, title belts around his waist that were toys. One wrapped around the “Sadie“ doll‘s waist. On the trunks he was wearing, instead of it saying “Priceless”, it read “Idiot”. Waving off the fans, showing them exactly who he was trying to imitate. He threw the doll into the ring, watching it float down onto the mat. Quickly, he slid into the ring and checked up on it. Making sure it was okay. Then, he looked around, acting as if nothing happened. Ken looked up, taking a microphone from the announcer before looking around and smirking. The crowd booed loudly, the entire arena erupting in boos. Picking up the doll, he’d walk over to a corner and lean it in the corner. Making sure it stayed balance before he went back to the center of the ring. Looking around once more, he placed his hand on his hip before putting the microphone to his lips and speaking.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
My gorgeous girlfriend ladies and gentlemen! What a trooper. I‘m sorry, my fiancee, sorry, babe. I‘m sorry that Mr. Anderson kicked both of our asses and I‘ll make it up to you tonight. By not only kicking his sorry ass all over the ring and in that cage, but, also by making sweet, thirty second love to you. I know you love my loving, don‘t you baby?
Ken walked over to the doll in the corner, putting his head near the object’s own head and spoke into the microphone in a high pitched, female like voice.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Oh, yes I do, baby. It‘s so good. Never knew thirty seconds good be so… ooooh… exhilarating!
Laughing, Ken walked back to the center of the ring and pointed over at the doll. Making a huge smile, acting as if he was proud of this achievement. He’d step off to the side a little bit, his eyes giving a cold stare into the crowd. Continuously smiling brightly. Wanting to laugh himself. He couldn’t help it, the thought of the crowd’s laughter was just too catchy. But, instead of laughter, there was boos. Constant boos. Ken thought he was doing a good comedy bit, but, it was just the ultimate heel move. Mimic your opponent, getting yourself over with the crowd even more to gain the heat you needed. Mimicking Ted was easier than mimicking Kurt Angle. It was just way too easy when you include Sadie Matthews into the mockery. This was just comedy gold! How could the fans not like this? Cheese and crackers. Ken shook his head, bringing the microphone back to his lips to speak.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Whoa there, baby. Wait for the hotel! Then we can get it on like Donkey Kong! So, let‘s get back to the thought at hand here, okay, babe?
Ken looked over at the mock Sadie, staring at her tentatively. Trying to gather some thought. He could use this in a huge bit here. Just had to find the right words. His brain raced, trying to find those words. Piecing together the stacks of words jumbled and piled on top of each other. Trying to put the words in the correct order before he began his little ramble on. The sentence structure had to be PERFECT. Otherwise, the words would be wasted. And wasted words was NOT what Ken Anderson was about. He was loud, brash, opinionated, full of himself. Everything that made Ken Anderson great… and tonight was HIS time to shine.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I‘m sorry, but, before I get back to that dickwad Ken Anderson, I thought I‘d talk a little bit about Sadie over here. Sadie, I love you with all my heart. Your looseness has never felt so good on me. Your inability to be a great lover has never stopped me from loving you. Your sickly skin color and plastic looking skin is all I need to love you. Nothing else. Nothing else in this whole world will stop me from loving you. Not even the thousands of men you were with in the indy circuit! That just makes me love you even more. So tonight, my win will be for you, even if you‘re not voted into the match to be the special referee. We need to give Anderson a beat down like never before. Even when the troops beat him down and Angle stepped on his nuts. I mean, c‘mon. I knew I had no balls, but, that was ridiculous!
The crowd erupted in boos. Acting as if a volcano was about to erupt. You could feel the tension mounting and building in the room. Ken was doing his job. The crowd was eating this up. Good. Keep running with it, Ken. This was going to be your golden opportunity tonight to showcase what you‘ve been talking about for weeks. The final destruction of Ted Dibiase and taking the title off of his hands and putting it into yours. The championship was his goal. It has become his destiny. He didn‘t work up to this point for nothing. He was going to take the title away from Ted. Tonight… was HIS night. Tonight was the destruction. Inside of that ring, inside of that hell. Ted Dibiase was going to be pinned.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
So, Priceless Ted has a little proposition for you, Ken. See, my girl over here, is going to expose her obviously fake breasts on national television, you‘re going to then take the Dream Street, lay down, and while she counts the pin, rub them in your face. Sound good? Well, good, because that‘s what‘s going to happen. If it doesn‘t happen, then expect the fight of a lifetime. Though, feel free to hit me in the crotch multiple times if we do end up… ya know, scrapping. I have nothing there. So, I won‘t have a worry of having children. But, don‘t hit my girlfriend with the Mic Check again! Please, don‘t hit my ugly bitch of a girlfriend with a Mic Check again.
Ken snapped out of the character of Ted. He looked around, smirking with the boos going into his ears at the moment. Soaking the noise in. He rather enjoyed this noise. It was a pleasant sound to him. He was glad he could finally end up just destroying the crowd‘s hopes and dreams for Ted to retain. Crushing every little 5 year old‘s thought of their hero walking away with the victory with his hussy of a girlfriend. Keeling over, laughing, Ken looked over at the “Sadie“ doll and grabbed it. Pulling it out to the ring, he would look at it for a moment, then look around the crowd. Booing, the entire front row began chanting “Mic Check, Mic Check, Mic Check“ while the rest of the arena was all boos. Ken smirked once again, the smirk turning into this big grin on his face. He looked at the doll, then back at the crowd before speaking clearly into the microphone.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Don‘t hit Sadie with the Mic Check again, Ted? Why on Earth would I do that? I‘m a nice guy Ted… Oh, wait… wait a minute. I‘m not a nice guy. Nice guys finish last. I‘m an asshole, Ted, plain and simple. Plain and simple, Teddy boy. So, now that I got “Miss Matthews“ where I want her. What should I do with her folks? Should I pop those enormous jugs of hers and watch as all the puss and blood pour out? Should I throw her off of the top of the stage; or maybe the rafters? Oh… Oh, I know. I know what I‘m going to do. You stay here, little girl. Because I got a huge surprise for you.
Tossing the doll down, Ken would roll out of the ring, grabbing one of the toy belts, and placing it dead center in the ring. Walking back over to the “Sadie“ doll, he picked it up by the wig. Taking the microphone to his lips and then whacking the doll over the head with it multiple times. Over and over again. The mic making noise as it hit the doll. He didn‘t want to pop it, not yet. Not yet… He wanted to make sure the destruction was on the title belt. This little toy belt that he had gotten for the million dollar championship. It was made of plastic, but, looked like the real thing. Ken smiled, looking down at the belt as he dropped the mic. Tossing it aside, the microphone making a thud over the loudspeakers. He‘d then grab the doll, smirk to the crowd, who was now in a humungous amount of boos. He couldn’t even hear himself think; that’s how loud it was in that arena. Ken then put an arm around the doll’s neck. Looking back down at the belt, he made sure it was in the perfect spot before crashing down onto the canvas and hitting the doll with the Mic Check. Hearing the pop of the doll as he hit the doll’s head with the belt, he’d smile. Sitting up quickly after he removed his arm from the now deflating doll. He sat there, arms over his knees. Laughing to himself as he picked the microphone back up once more to speak into it.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Don‘t Mic Check Sadie, huh, Ted? Well, I didn‘t Mic Check her. I Mic Checked her onto a belt. This little piece of trash known as the Million Dollar belt is something your old man wanted because he failed to capture the heavyweight title. With this belt, your dad admitted he was a failure, Ted. With this belt, your father became a failure. Your father became a failure to gathering the one thing he couldn‘t buy his way out of, the WWF championship. Too bad, your father probably would‘ve made a great champion. But, instead he had to be a crybaby and make his own belt to feel superior to the rest of the federation. Well, too bad that‘s also the case here. Sadie, drop this loser. And do it fast. Bringing in his father‘s belt was probably the worst thing he could‘ve done to his career. He admitted he was a loser, just by bringing in that belt. Using his father‘s money, another loser move. He‘s scared. He‘s running scared. He‘s hiding behind you to get him the victory tonight. Do you want that on your arm? Do you really want that on your arm, Sadie? Trust me, if I was you, I‘d get rid of that jackass as soon as possible.
Ken got onto his hands and knees, he stood up slowly, the microphone tapping the canvas as he got up and making a loud noise over the speakers. He looked around, then back down at the doll below him. Smiling a bit as he picked up the doll and the belt. He looked over at the entrance ramp, making sure he wasn‘t going to be interrupted by anyone. Slowly, he laid the now flattened doll back down and put the belt over it. He reared his head back, snorted and spit on the belt and the doll. The fans knew what he was doing. He pulled this same stunt with Kurt Angle back in TNA. Spitting on the warrior medal and Kurt himself as well. Smiling, he slowly stood up and soaked in the boos that followed. Letting them sink into his skin. Fuel his fire as the words of war continued to wage. He was going to end this war tonight. Tonight it was going to end on his terms, inside the structure. Inside of that ring where people tread. Inside of that ring where careers are made and broken. Just as many memories are made or broken. Tonight was going to be a good memory. A good one for Ken, that is. Not for the fans. The fans were going to hate tonight‘s ending. Because it was going to be Ken standing tall. Smiling, he brought the microphone back to his lips then began to speak once again.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Now, Ted, I know you‘re looking forward to beating the HELL out of me tonight. But, tonight just isn‘t your night, Teddy boy. Tonight is my night. Tonight, I‘m going to take that title away from you and put it around my waist. Tonight… I‘ve made this entire match even. Whether it‘s Joel Gertner that gets involved, your brother, Brett Dibiase or your skank girlfriend Sadie Matthews. I‘ve got your number tonight kid. I‘m dialing up your number tonight, sending a text message straight to the LORD ALMIGHTY and telling him that tonight… Theodore Dibiase Jr. is dead. Because tonight, son… You‘re going to get pinned. By the same two moves that took you out a couple of weeks ago. One of them being The Plunge. The rolling firemans carry that I used on you when I smacked your back into the title belt. That hurt, right? I bet it did. I smashed your spine onto a solid gold belt. I heard the smack and the snap of your bones in your back crunching. And I thought I heard your discs in your back and neck pop as I planted you onto the belt. But, I was sadly mistaken to see that you could walk after a week. Damn, I was hoping tonight was going to be easier than I thought it was going to be. No matter Teddy boy. You‘ve already admitted defeat and being the weaker man when you smacked Sydal with that belt a couple of weeks ago. You‘ve already shown me that you‘re a spineless… coward, Ted. What a fitting end to tonight, isn‘t it? You putting your belt on the line, your girlfriend possibly being there to witness your destruction first hand. Such a fitting end for my fairytale ending, isn‘t it?
Breathing in deeply, Ken sucked in all the air he could. As if he was sniffing the air for something. Some kind of scent that he was hunting for. He breathed deep again, sucking down as much of the surrounding air he could take into his lungs. Letting his lungs expand, then contract as he breathed out. He couldn‘t help but smile. Tonight was going to be a good night. Almost good as almost defeating the ECW champion, but, Ted took that away from him. Frowning, he remembered that. Just as he was about to go for the Mic Check, Ted‘s music had played and Sydal hit Ken with the knee and pinned him. Sighing, Ken looked to the microphone in his hand before he dropped it and raised his arm to allow the microphone above him to drop into his hand. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shone brightly. It wasn‘t a Mr. Anderson promo without it. The physical stuff he needed to do was done. Now was the trash talk. Now was the time to destroy Ted‘s mind, not his body. Nothing more infamous than the spotlight was going to do. No, not at all. The spotlight was the key to his whole promo. It‘s what made him unique. It‘s what made him the loudest man on the planet. What made him the superstar he is today. The most sought after wrestler on the planet. No man could hold a candle to him. He was the great Ken Anderson. And nothing was going to stop him tonight from achieving his goal. Nothing… Not Joel Gertner, not Brett Dibiase, not Sadie Matthews, not Ted Dibiase. Not even Paul Heyman could ruin this day for him.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Teddy, this is MY night to shine. This is MY night to get what I have coming to me. I plan on bringing that title belt to me… where it belongs because I am the rightful owner of that belt. The television title. You‘re not going to keep it from me any longer Teddy boy. You and your faction screwed me out of the win and the title at Wrestlepalooza, but tonight… Ooooh, tonight is a different story. Tonight, you have NONE of your faction joining you. Tonight, you have no clear cut advantage. Because tonight, if anyone interferes, they‘re met with the hard fate of a weapon shot to the skull and a Mic Check. Which is your fate tonight, Teddy. I‘ve made you bleed, I‘ve put you out of action for a week. I Mic Checked your precious little whore and destroyed you. What have you done? Dampened my spirits? Please. This is no longer your ball game. It‘s… mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine. Tonight, it‘s my night. Tonight… it‘s the night of a new era. Tonight… It‘s the night of… MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON!
Ken took another deep breath, breathing the air in. He smiled gleefully. Keeping the same grin on his face he had when he attacked Ted after his break from the ring to heal up from the two hellacious matches he had. He took another deep breath, breathing in the stench of the fans that made him want to puke. Another deep breath, breathing in the smell of victory that he had finally coming to him. Tonight was his night, he could feel it. Tonight was the night for Ken Anderson to shine. Tonight… it was the new era start of Mr. Anderson. Tonight… Tonight… Ted better be afraid. Because the unforgiving steel of Lethal Lockdown isn‘t going to be scared to tear either men apart tonight. Ken took another deep breath and put the microphone back to his mouth. Holding in that stinky air to find the sweet taste of final victory on his tongue. He longed for that taste. Longed to taste it once again and become a dominant champion he knew he could be. Tonight… was his night to destroy Ted; and he was going to do just that. He opened his lips, letting the now stale air out and speech to follow through the thick, stinky air.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
AND-ER-SON!
The spotlight turned off and Ken let the microphone lift into the air. He walked onto the apron, then jumped to the floor and up the ramp as his music played over the arena. A giant smirk on his face as he walked up the ramp to a crowd of boos, jeers, mixed reactions and other things. He felt as if he was going to be a God tonight. This was his golden opportunity. This… was his moment. Tonight… he will be the new Television Champion. Can you hear it? (Anderson) Can you hear it at all? (Anderson) Can you hear the announcer already calling the name? (Anderson) This… is… it.
-----------------------RP End------------------
Mr. Anderson vs Ted Dibiase (jr) Television Title match inside of the Lethal Lockdown at Living Dangerously PPV.
Link to the tron I am using (you'll get why when you read it) instead of the embed link.
http://i44.tinypic.com/333hhd1.jpg
-----------------------Scene 1: Baby… I’m Priceless… Yeah, I’m… PRICELESS!------------------
http://www.youtube.com/v/FbF6v-DGqo4
As the music played out, out came a man who looks like Ted Dibiase… But, it wasn’t, it was Mr. Anderson! His attire was the same as Ted’s, his hair was the same color, with the same highlights. Wrapped in his arm was a blow up doll with a wig on, matching the color of Sadie Matthew’s hair. He walked down the ramp, dragging the doll behind him, title belts around his waist that were toys. One wrapped around the “Sadie“ doll‘s waist. On the trunks he was wearing, instead of it saying “Priceless”, it read “Idiot”. Waving off the fans, showing them exactly who he was trying to imitate. He threw the doll into the ring, watching it float down onto the mat. Quickly, he slid into the ring and checked up on it. Making sure it was okay. Then, he looked around, acting as if nothing happened. Ken looked up, taking a microphone from the announcer before looking around and smirking. The crowd booed loudly, the entire arena erupting in boos. Picking up the doll, he’d walk over to a corner and lean it in the corner. Making sure it stayed balance before he went back to the center of the ring. Looking around once more, he placed his hand on his hip before putting the microphone to his lips and speaking.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
My gorgeous girlfriend ladies and gentlemen! What a trooper. I‘m sorry, my fiancee, sorry, babe. I‘m sorry that Mr. Anderson kicked both of our asses and I‘ll make it up to you tonight. By not only kicking his sorry ass all over the ring and in that cage, but, also by making sweet, thirty second love to you. I know you love my loving, don‘t you baby?
Ken walked over to the doll in the corner, putting his head near the object’s own head and spoke into the microphone in a high pitched, female like voice.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Oh, yes I do, baby. It‘s so good. Never knew thirty seconds good be so… ooooh… exhilarating!
Laughing, Ken walked back to the center of the ring and pointed over at the doll. Making a huge smile, acting as if he was proud of this achievement. He’d step off to the side a little bit, his eyes giving a cold stare into the crowd. Continuously smiling brightly. Wanting to laugh himself. He couldn’t help it, the thought of the crowd’s laughter was just too catchy. But, instead of laughter, there was boos. Constant boos. Ken thought he was doing a good comedy bit, but, it was just the ultimate heel move. Mimic your opponent, getting yourself over with the crowd even more to gain the heat you needed. Mimicking Ted was easier than mimicking Kurt Angle. It was just way too easy when you include Sadie Matthews into the mockery. This was just comedy gold! How could the fans not like this? Cheese and crackers. Ken shook his head, bringing the microphone back to his lips to speak.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Whoa there, baby. Wait for the hotel! Then we can get it on like Donkey Kong! So, let‘s get back to the thought at hand here, okay, babe?
Ken looked over at the mock Sadie, staring at her tentatively. Trying to gather some thought. He could use this in a huge bit here. Just had to find the right words. His brain raced, trying to find those words. Piecing together the stacks of words jumbled and piled on top of each other. Trying to put the words in the correct order before he began his little ramble on. The sentence structure had to be PERFECT. Otherwise, the words would be wasted. And wasted words was NOT what Ken Anderson was about. He was loud, brash, opinionated, full of himself. Everything that made Ken Anderson great… and tonight was HIS time to shine.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I‘m sorry, but, before I get back to that dickwad Ken Anderson, I thought I‘d talk a little bit about Sadie over here. Sadie, I love you with all my heart. Your looseness has never felt so good on me. Your inability to be a great lover has never stopped me from loving you. Your sickly skin color and plastic looking skin is all I need to love you. Nothing else. Nothing else in this whole world will stop me from loving you. Not even the thousands of men you were with in the indy circuit! That just makes me love you even more. So tonight, my win will be for you, even if you‘re not voted into the match to be the special referee. We need to give Anderson a beat down like never before. Even when the troops beat him down and Angle stepped on his nuts. I mean, c‘mon. I knew I had no balls, but, that was ridiculous!
The crowd erupted in boos. Acting as if a volcano was about to erupt. You could feel the tension mounting and building in the room. Ken was doing his job. The crowd was eating this up. Good. Keep running with it, Ken. This was going to be your golden opportunity tonight to showcase what you‘ve been talking about for weeks. The final destruction of Ted Dibiase and taking the title off of his hands and putting it into yours. The championship was his goal. It has become his destiny. He didn‘t work up to this point for nothing. He was going to take the title away from Ted. Tonight… was HIS night. Tonight was the destruction. Inside of that ring, inside of that hell. Ted Dibiase was going to be pinned.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
So, Priceless Ted has a little proposition for you, Ken. See, my girl over here, is going to expose her obviously fake breasts on national television, you‘re going to then take the Dream Street, lay down, and while she counts the pin, rub them in your face. Sound good? Well, good, because that‘s what‘s going to happen. If it doesn‘t happen, then expect the fight of a lifetime. Though, feel free to hit me in the crotch multiple times if we do end up… ya know, scrapping. I have nothing there. So, I won‘t have a worry of having children. But, don‘t hit my girlfriend with the Mic Check again! Please, don‘t hit my ugly bitch of a girlfriend with a Mic Check again.
Ken snapped out of the character of Ted. He looked around, smirking with the boos going into his ears at the moment. Soaking the noise in. He rather enjoyed this noise. It was a pleasant sound to him. He was glad he could finally end up just destroying the crowd‘s hopes and dreams for Ted to retain. Crushing every little 5 year old‘s thought of their hero walking away with the victory with his hussy of a girlfriend. Keeling over, laughing, Ken looked over at the “Sadie“ doll and grabbed it. Pulling it out to the ring, he would look at it for a moment, then look around the crowd. Booing, the entire front row began chanting “Mic Check, Mic Check, Mic Check“ while the rest of the arena was all boos. Ken smirked once again, the smirk turning into this big grin on his face. He looked at the doll, then back at the crowd before speaking clearly into the microphone.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Don‘t hit Sadie with the Mic Check again, Ted? Why on Earth would I do that? I‘m a nice guy Ted… Oh, wait… wait a minute. I‘m not a nice guy. Nice guys finish last. I‘m an asshole, Ted, plain and simple. Plain and simple, Teddy boy. So, now that I got “Miss Matthews“ where I want her. What should I do with her folks? Should I pop those enormous jugs of hers and watch as all the puss and blood pour out? Should I throw her off of the top of the stage; or maybe the rafters? Oh… Oh, I know. I know what I‘m going to do. You stay here, little girl. Because I got a huge surprise for you.
Tossing the doll down, Ken would roll out of the ring, grabbing one of the toy belts, and placing it dead center in the ring. Walking back over to the “Sadie“ doll, he picked it up by the wig. Taking the microphone to his lips and then whacking the doll over the head with it multiple times. Over and over again. The mic making noise as it hit the doll. He didn‘t want to pop it, not yet. Not yet… He wanted to make sure the destruction was on the title belt. This little toy belt that he had gotten for the million dollar championship. It was made of plastic, but, looked like the real thing. Ken smiled, looking down at the belt as he dropped the mic. Tossing it aside, the microphone making a thud over the loudspeakers. He‘d then grab the doll, smirk to the crowd, who was now in a humungous amount of boos. He couldn’t even hear himself think; that’s how loud it was in that arena. Ken then put an arm around the doll’s neck. Looking back down at the belt, he made sure it was in the perfect spot before crashing down onto the canvas and hitting the doll with the Mic Check. Hearing the pop of the doll as he hit the doll’s head with the belt, he’d smile. Sitting up quickly after he removed his arm from the now deflating doll. He sat there, arms over his knees. Laughing to himself as he picked the microphone back up once more to speak into it.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Don‘t Mic Check Sadie, huh, Ted? Well, I didn‘t Mic Check her. I Mic Checked her onto a belt. This little piece of trash known as the Million Dollar belt is something your old man wanted because he failed to capture the heavyweight title. With this belt, your dad admitted he was a failure, Ted. With this belt, your father became a failure. Your father became a failure to gathering the one thing he couldn‘t buy his way out of, the WWF championship. Too bad, your father probably would‘ve made a great champion. But, instead he had to be a crybaby and make his own belt to feel superior to the rest of the federation. Well, too bad that‘s also the case here. Sadie, drop this loser. And do it fast. Bringing in his father‘s belt was probably the worst thing he could‘ve done to his career. He admitted he was a loser, just by bringing in that belt. Using his father‘s money, another loser move. He‘s scared. He‘s running scared. He‘s hiding behind you to get him the victory tonight. Do you want that on your arm? Do you really want that on your arm, Sadie? Trust me, if I was you, I‘d get rid of that jackass as soon as possible.
Ken got onto his hands and knees, he stood up slowly, the microphone tapping the canvas as he got up and making a loud noise over the speakers. He looked around, then back down at the doll below him. Smiling a bit as he picked up the doll and the belt. He looked over at the entrance ramp, making sure he wasn‘t going to be interrupted by anyone. Slowly, he laid the now flattened doll back down and put the belt over it. He reared his head back, snorted and spit on the belt and the doll. The fans knew what he was doing. He pulled this same stunt with Kurt Angle back in TNA. Spitting on the warrior medal and Kurt himself as well. Smiling, he slowly stood up and soaked in the boos that followed. Letting them sink into his skin. Fuel his fire as the words of war continued to wage. He was going to end this war tonight. Tonight it was going to end on his terms, inside the structure. Inside of that ring where people tread. Inside of that ring where careers are made and broken. Just as many memories are made or broken. Tonight was going to be a good memory. A good one for Ken, that is. Not for the fans. The fans were going to hate tonight‘s ending. Because it was going to be Ken standing tall. Smiling, he brought the microphone back to his lips then began to speak once again.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Now, Ted, I know you‘re looking forward to beating the HELL out of me tonight. But, tonight just isn‘t your night, Teddy boy. Tonight is my night. Tonight, I‘m going to take that title away from you and put it around my waist. Tonight… I‘ve made this entire match even. Whether it‘s Joel Gertner that gets involved, your brother, Brett Dibiase or your skank girlfriend Sadie Matthews. I‘ve got your number tonight kid. I‘m dialing up your number tonight, sending a text message straight to the LORD ALMIGHTY and telling him that tonight… Theodore Dibiase Jr. is dead. Because tonight, son… You‘re going to get pinned. By the same two moves that took you out a couple of weeks ago. One of them being The Plunge. The rolling firemans carry that I used on you when I smacked your back into the title belt. That hurt, right? I bet it did. I smashed your spine onto a solid gold belt. I heard the smack and the snap of your bones in your back crunching. And I thought I heard your discs in your back and neck pop as I planted you onto the belt. But, I was sadly mistaken to see that you could walk after a week. Damn, I was hoping tonight was going to be easier than I thought it was going to be. No matter Teddy boy. You‘ve already admitted defeat and being the weaker man when you smacked Sydal with that belt a couple of weeks ago. You‘ve already shown me that you‘re a spineless… coward, Ted. What a fitting end to tonight, isn‘t it? You putting your belt on the line, your girlfriend possibly being there to witness your destruction first hand. Such a fitting end for my fairytale ending, isn‘t it?
Breathing in deeply, Ken sucked in all the air he could. As if he was sniffing the air for something. Some kind of scent that he was hunting for. He breathed deep again, sucking down as much of the surrounding air he could take into his lungs. Letting his lungs expand, then contract as he breathed out. He couldn‘t help but smile. Tonight was going to be a good night. Almost good as almost defeating the ECW champion, but, Ted took that away from him. Frowning, he remembered that. Just as he was about to go for the Mic Check, Ted‘s music had played and Sydal hit Ken with the knee and pinned him. Sighing, Ken looked to the microphone in his hand before he dropped it and raised his arm to allow the microphone above him to drop into his hand. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shone brightly. It wasn‘t a Mr. Anderson promo without it. The physical stuff he needed to do was done. Now was the trash talk. Now was the time to destroy Ted‘s mind, not his body. Nothing more infamous than the spotlight was going to do. No, not at all. The spotlight was the key to his whole promo. It‘s what made him unique. It‘s what made him the loudest man on the planet. What made him the superstar he is today. The most sought after wrestler on the planet. No man could hold a candle to him. He was the great Ken Anderson. And nothing was going to stop him tonight from achieving his goal. Nothing… Not Joel Gertner, not Brett Dibiase, not Sadie Matthews, not Ted Dibiase. Not even Paul Heyman could ruin this day for him.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Teddy, this is MY night to shine. This is MY night to get what I have coming to me. I plan on bringing that title belt to me… where it belongs because I am the rightful owner of that belt. The television title. You‘re not going to keep it from me any longer Teddy boy. You and your faction screwed me out of the win and the title at Wrestlepalooza, but tonight… Ooooh, tonight is a different story. Tonight, you have NONE of your faction joining you. Tonight, you have no clear cut advantage. Because tonight, if anyone interferes, they‘re met with the hard fate of a weapon shot to the skull and a Mic Check. Which is your fate tonight, Teddy. I‘ve made you bleed, I‘ve put you out of action for a week. I Mic Checked your precious little whore and destroyed you. What have you done? Dampened my spirits? Please. This is no longer your ball game. It‘s… mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine. Tonight, it‘s my night. Tonight… it‘s the night of a new era. Tonight… It‘s the night of… MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON!
Ken took another deep breath, breathing the air in. He smiled gleefully. Keeping the same grin on his face he had when he attacked Ted after his break from the ring to heal up from the two hellacious matches he had. He took another deep breath, breathing in the stench of the fans that made him want to puke. Another deep breath, breathing in the smell of victory that he had finally coming to him. Tonight was his night, he could feel it. Tonight was the night for Ken Anderson to shine. Tonight… it was the new era start of Mr. Anderson. Tonight… Tonight… Ted better be afraid. Because the unforgiving steel of Lethal Lockdown isn‘t going to be scared to tear either men apart tonight. Ken took another deep breath and put the microphone back to his mouth. Holding in that stinky air to find the sweet taste of final victory on his tongue. He longed for that taste. Longed to taste it once again and become a dominant champion he knew he could be. Tonight… was his night to destroy Ted; and he was going to do just that. He opened his lips, letting the now stale air out and speech to follow through the thick, stinky air.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
AND-ER-SON!
The spotlight turned off and Ken let the microphone lift into the air. He walked onto the apron, then jumped to the floor and up the ramp as his music played over the arena. A giant smirk on his face as he walked up the ramp to a crowd of boos, jeers, mixed reactions and other things. He felt as if he was going to be a God tonight. This was his golden opportunity. This… was his moment. Tonight… he will be the new Television Champion. Can you hear it? (Anderson) Can you hear it at all? (Anderson) Can you hear the announcer already calling the name? (Anderson) This… is… it.
-----------------------RP End------------------