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Poppa Leron - Hello
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Topic Started: Mar 4 2015, 11:35 AM (65 Views)
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Mr voodoo
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Mar 4 2015, 11:35 AM
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The camera pans around the arena zooming in occasionally on fans signs, the music plays through the sound system and the commentators introduce the show.
Smith: Welcome to tonight's 24/7, we have an action packed night here for you.
Brunswick: We have been told of a mystery guest is here and will be coming out shortly.
Right on cue the arena lights turn into a dark red, smoke engulfs the ramp and a noise that is unrecognisable blares into the ear drums of the expecting crowd. The tension and suspense is sketched across the fans' faces, not a single one knows who is about walk down the ever famous PRW ramp. A few moments pass with out much happening, then out from behind the curtain a slender figure appears, he is sporting a black top hat that has a slight tilt to the left. The unrecognisable figure is dressed in a long black jacket that has been split right down the middle at the back, he wears a white shirt and black jeans. As he walks down to the ring you can notice he holds a cane, you can tell he doesn't need it to help him walk but none the less he walks with it.
Brunswick: So who is this creep?
Smith: I have no idea, maybe we should wait for him to introduce himself, Doug.
As this weird figure approaches the ring the lights cut out, the crowd gasp as they do; when the lights turn back on the figure is already in the ring, his top hat is off and his cane resting up against the corner. He stands in the ring with a self assured aura about him, his long fingers are now wrapped around a microphone, which he lifts to his lips. He starts a humming laugh crackle the speakers and the lights return to the standard white colour it was originally.
“Ah, I see your confused glares, don't be frightened I am only here to better any soul who is willing to share. I am known as Poppa Leron, you can call me Poppa..or Leron which ever you wonna.”
Poppa Leron Smiles wide, his yellow teeth seem to glow in the contrast of the white paint on his face, his piercing eyes are a deep dark red. His whole appearance is intimidating, not in a muscle man way of intimidating but in a horror movie way of intimidating.
“I have had my eyes on this place for quiet some time.. This place needs me, this place begs for it to be mine. I have heard the whispers and prayers of the guys in the back, they all pray for the same thing....Power and the undisputed strap.”
Poppa turns to face the next section of the crowd, his dread locks flow in the air along with his jacket.
“I have a talent of making your souls dreams come true, all that I need is a promise from, from you. That promise can only be between you and I, no need for other hearing ears and seeing eyes.”
Smith: What's up with this guy, I have no idea who he is or what he is on about.
Brunswick: Neither do I. This guy sure is creepy.
“Ah yes people do find me creepy”, Poppa Leron turns to the announcement table and flashes his twisted smile.
“People criticize what they cannot understand, they feel intimidated by someone who makes them feel so bland. Don't you worry Josh and Doug, you will soon find what I am about, soon enough so you should. I want the guys in the back to take notice of my words, join up with me and the world...well it's yours.
The crowd begin to boo but Poppa just smiles and raises his hand in the air for them to stop, they boo louder at his attempt to control them.
“QUIET”, as he shoots out the word the lights dim and flames burst from all four ring posts, the crowd immediately go silent.
“Thank you, let me just explain to you that I am not some sort of joke. My name is Poppa Leron, my legend runs through the heart of Africa, I have made men great and destroyed anyone who has opposed me. I think I need to be treated with a bit of respect from you lower life forms.”
The crowd are still stunned into silence, the anger is clearly apparent in Poppa's voice but it never raises into a shout. His demeanour started off light hearted although still cold, now you can see the rage in his eyes all light heartedness has left and what is left is nothing but.. Evil.
“I was going to play this the easy way but it seems that will not suffice, you people are unruly and need some discipline.....YOU....”
Poppa stretches his finger out pointing at a member of the crowd.
“Yes, you. Come here.”
Brunswick: He can't be serious, is he about to do what I think he is about to do?
Smith: Sure as hell looks like it.
“Sure as hell, good choice of words there Mr Smith.”
Smith: I don't think I'm comfortable with him listening in on us Josh.
Poppa Leron reverts his attention to the fan he singled out.
“Come here, join me in the ring.”
The fan at first looks confused but when the crowd all rally behind him his confusion turns into drunken bravery, he hopes over the guard rails and heads towards the ring. Poppa Leron just watches as the guy makes it into the ring, the smile he wears never leaves his face. Now standing face to face with Poppa Leron the fan suddenly looses all his courage, Leron just stands there nodding his head.
Brunswick: I don't like this one bit, someone needs to come out here and stop it. Anyone in the back who can hear me help this poor guy out. Tbc: Any hero
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Mar 5 2015, 12:23 PM
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Brunswick: Please, anyone.
As Josh Brunswick pleads for a hero the fan starts to head toward the ropes, Poppa just smiles and shakes his head, with a swift blow Leron steps in and drops to one knee, with his left arm he hooks the back of the leg causing the fan to fall on his back. Leron then reaches out for his walking stick, while standing he places the stick on the neck of the fan and looks towards Josh,
“Aww, looks like no one wants to help this lost soul out, Joshy.”
Brunswick: You're a bully, plain and simple just a bully.
“Oh Josh, Is that the worst thing you can call me. YOUR A BULLY...HAHAHA. I need to teach these lesser men who is really in charge here.”
Poppa looks back down to the victim and frowns, “Does that hurt? You have no idea what pain is yet”. Leron throws his stick behind him and leans in to pick up the fan, he places his arms around the fan's neck and lifts him up, the fan is frozen in fear he closes his eye trying to block out what is about to happen. Leron crashes his skull against his frightened opponent and another, the fan falls back down to the floor. Poppa walks in to the centre of the ring and picks the microphone back up,
“You see people, you have no chance against someone like me. You all need to learn to play your position, and that is on your knees worshipping creatures like me. I am far superior than each and everyone of you, and I think I can take the fact no one has come out to stop me as a sign that the guys at the back have already taken their positions.”
The fans begin to boo again and Poppa's face turns from vacant to angry, he turns towards the fan who is in the ring, Leron walks forward to where he is lying and lands a stomp to the chest. The fans begin to boo louder and 'ASS—HOLE, ASS—HOLE' in with the mix, Poppa then mounts the fan and starts to rein down lefts and right to the forehead. He takes a moment to rest and lifts the microphone to his lips.
“Keep booing, keep interrupting me. It's all on you, you can save this guy by just being obedient but no you all want to be brave and give this poor man his beating.”
Brunswick: You're the bastard who keeps hitting him, go and find someone who knows how to fight.
With venom in his voice Poppa turns to Brunswick, “Someone like you?”
Brunswick: .....
“I thought not so keep quiet, you stupid fool.”
Smith: Haha, that told you Josh.
“Find something amusing Doug?”
Growing tired with the crowd and the announcement team Leron hops off the unconscious fan, he lifts up the fan who is barely able to stand on his own to feet. Leron lands a kick to the stomach and pulls the fans head into his side hooking both his arms and lands the double arm DDT. Poppa remains seated next to the fan and pats him on the back, lifting the microphone up once again.
“Well I think we need a medical team out here.”
He drops the microphone and rolls under the bottom rope, he walks around the ring to find his hat and walking stick. Adjusting the hat on his head and dusting himself off, Leron walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain.
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