Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 6:17:41 GMT -5
Location: EHWF House Show - Mid-Week
"Let's get funkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!"
As those words are splashed throughout the arena, a simple beat begins to repeat on the audio system. Dr Smooth walks out to a playful cheer. He is wearing pink skinny jeans, white hi-tops and a black shirt, which reads Funk is my jam. He has a microphone in hand, and decides to make full use of it. He stops mid-way down the entrance ramp and grins.
Dr Smooth: Yow, yow, yow!
The crowd giggle, and then sigh. Smooth makes his way to he ring, and climbs slowly in. He stands central in the battleground and smirks.
Dr Smooth: I've got big news... I've been declared fit for debut!
A pleasant applause is given. Then, the crowd realise he didn't rhyme. Chants of Where's your rhyme... Where's your rhyme... break out. He looks dejected, disappointed.
Dr Smooth: I have some more news... I've lost my rhyme. It's like, I think of the words and I think how to say them... but I cant get it right when it comes to Friday night... EHWF. It doesn't matter though... because when I'm booked on Mayhem, I will win!!
The crowd stay silent.
Dr Smooth: Coz... my names Dr Smooth and I've got a doctorate in funk... girls like my dress sense... they also like my shoes!
The crowd laugh, he looks upset. He walks slowly out of the ring, whilst his simple beat theme plays. The scene fades.