Post by Dave Milan on Jun 9, 2007 12:56:52 GMT -5
(The following takes place just as Milan makes his entrance, pre-match. Hilt is already in the ring.)
::As the guitar cuts into Burning Brides' "Heart Full Of Black", Dave Milan cuts the curtain... but Dave clearly isn't himself. He does point to the crowd, smiles lightly; but his usual energy just isn't really there. Milan is holding a microphone in one hand and the same, plain, white envelope given to him from Maxwell. Dave makes a motion for his music to be stopped as he raises the mic to speak.::
Dave Milan (With a very low, distraught voice) - "I'm sure by now you all have heard the rumors. Ya know, those rumors that have been going around, that Maxwell is paying off Mr. Hilt here's opponents. Well, y'all know that last week, Mr. Maxwell approached me and...well, he uh... he gave me this.:
::Milan raises the white envelope in his hand above his head, as the crowd boos. Milan smirks lightly as he pulls the envelope back down and stares at it for a moment.::
Milan- "Well, I'm gonna tell you right now, all that speculation, all these rumors, these crazy theories... well, they're true. Inside this envelope is more money that I could even imagine right now, and Mr. Maxwell offered this to me, of all people! I mean, guys.. this is a lot of money! There's enough here that...I mean, wow, I could really, really use this money. And well, I've spent the these past few weeks deeply thinking about this, and...well..."
::Milan lowers the mic and lowers his head, clearly distraught by this decision. While Milan wrestles with the right words, the crowd wrestles with the suspense, booing Milan and his assumed impending decision. Hilt, meanwhile, stands inside the ring, eyes focused on Milan like an hawk on his prey. Finally, after shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, Milan raises the mic to his mouth once more, leaving his head down.::
Milan- "Well, I've decided... Mr. Maxwell, I've decided that... you can go to Hell!"
::Milan raises his head slightly, a large smile on his face as the crowd goes wild, cheering the decision to go against Rich Maxwell. Inside the ring, Hilt barely moves. He doesn't advert his eyes, barely a muscle moves. The only change that appears is a satisfied smirk, apparently happy he's going to get a match against Milan instead of a cheap victory.::
Dave Milan (A renewed excitement in his voice as he raises his head) - "I've been waiting for three years for a shot... for an opportunity like this! And tonight, I'm not letting that opportunity get past me again! Maxwell, you can take all your fancy checks, all your god-damned money bribes, take all of it and shove it! Tonight, Dave Hilt, prepare for the match of your life because I am NOT going to be laying down for you!"
::The crowd is wild as they eat into this hype. Milan tears the envenlope in half and throws it behind him as he makes his way to the ring, pointing directly at Hilt as Milan removes his shirt and climbs into the ring, clearly full of energy and ready for one of the biggest matches of his career.
::As the guitar cuts into Burning Brides' "Heart Full Of Black", Dave Milan cuts the curtain... but Dave clearly isn't himself. He does point to the crowd, smiles lightly; but his usual energy just isn't really there. Milan is holding a microphone in one hand and the same, plain, white envelope given to him from Maxwell. Dave makes a motion for his music to be stopped as he raises the mic to speak.::
Dave Milan (With a very low, distraught voice) - "I'm sure by now you all have heard the rumors. Ya know, those rumors that have been going around, that Maxwell is paying off Mr. Hilt here's opponents. Well, y'all know that last week, Mr. Maxwell approached me and...well, he uh... he gave me this.:
::Milan raises the white envelope in his hand above his head, as the crowd boos. Milan smirks lightly as he pulls the envelope back down and stares at it for a moment.::
Milan- "Well, I'm gonna tell you right now, all that speculation, all these rumors, these crazy theories... well, they're true. Inside this envelope is more money that I could even imagine right now, and Mr. Maxwell offered this to me, of all people! I mean, guys.. this is a lot of money! There's enough here that...I mean, wow, I could really, really use this money. And well, I've spent the these past few weeks deeply thinking about this, and...well..."
::Milan lowers the mic and lowers his head, clearly distraught by this decision. While Milan wrestles with the right words, the crowd wrestles with the suspense, booing Milan and his assumed impending decision. Hilt, meanwhile, stands inside the ring, eyes focused on Milan like an hawk on his prey. Finally, after shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, Milan raises the mic to his mouth once more, leaving his head down.::
Milan- "Well, I've decided... Mr. Maxwell, I've decided that... you can go to Hell!"
::Milan raises his head slightly, a large smile on his face as the crowd goes wild, cheering the decision to go against Rich Maxwell. Inside the ring, Hilt barely moves. He doesn't advert his eyes, barely a muscle moves. The only change that appears is a satisfied smirk, apparently happy he's going to get a match against Milan instead of a cheap victory.::
Dave Milan (A renewed excitement in his voice as he raises his head) - "I've been waiting for three years for a shot... for an opportunity like this! And tonight, I'm not letting that opportunity get past me again! Maxwell, you can take all your fancy checks, all your god-damned money bribes, take all of it and shove it! Tonight, Dave Hilt, prepare for the match of your life because I am NOT going to be laying down for you!"
::The crowd is wild as they eat into this hype. Milan tears the envenlope in half and throws it behind him as he makes his way to the ring, pointing directly at Hilt as Milan removes his shirt and climbs into the ring, clearly full of energy and ready for one of the biggest matches of his career.