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Raptor v Def Metal v Jarred v Primetime [C] |
The wWo, a few fans, Jarred. |
Jarred,
Defy, Primetime
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World (1), Intercontinental (1) Extreme (1), Tag (1, Current) |
14-6-3 |
Yeah, I’ve said it all a million times
before. The 4 men in the ring have a history, and First Blood is a huge show,
yadda yadda, blah blah.
Wow, it’s First Blood
week, and New York City is ecstatic to be hosting the show. And to treat the
New York fans, the EMF is hosting EMF Fan Axxess, a huge show, where superstars
sign autographs, take photos with fans, answer questions, and play games with
their fans. Our Scene opens with Raptor and Toby sitting at an autograph table,
while Hobo is beside their table, taking photos with the fans. People are in a
line, at least 300 people long, waiting for Raptor and Toby’s autographs. And
the two guys sit there, signing autograph after autograph, trying to make sure
they don’t look bored, and look excited to see each and every fan.
Fan 1: Wow, thanks Raptor sir! And can I
just say, I thought your performance at Evolution deserved a win.
Raptor: Thank you,
you’re very kind.
Fan 2: Wow, this is amazing! I’m here with
Raptor in person!!!!
Raptor: *Stands up and starts
jumping up and down* WOW! I’m here with… *Leans in close* What’s your
name?
Fan 2: Mr. Applecore.
Raptor: WOW! This is
awesine! I’m here with MR. APPLECORE EVERYBODY!!!!!!
Mr. Applecore just
laughs, Raptor pats him on the back, and he picks up his autograph and leaves.
This just keeps going, and Toby starts looking tired…
Raptor: How you
feelin, Champ?
Fan 3: I’m good, thanks!
Raptor: No, Toby, I was talking to you…
Toby: Oh… I’m tired. This is harder to do than
it looks.
Raptor: Oh yeah, I know. But I mean, we’re
sitting here on our asses, look at Hobo, he has to stand there, smiling, posing
with the fans! Imagine how he feels.
They look over to see Hobo picking up a
younger fan and giving him a piggy back for the camera…
Toby: He’s impressive.
Raptor: Oh yeah… I know… I know, I’ve done that…
sort… of thing befo….. and………………………….
He trails off, staring across the room,
with a sneer on his face.
Toby: And? And? What is it?
Raptor: Look what the cat dragged in.
He points across the room, to another
autograph table, to see, walking out from behind a curtain… One of his
opponents for First Blood… Jarred Carthallion. Raptor pulls one of his
attendants aside…
Raptor: Yo, security guy… what the hell is
Carthallion doing here? He’s got no fans!
Attendant: Sorry sir, I don’t organize this event,
I’m just a security guard.
Raptor: *He Groans then leans over the rail
beside him, and yells down to Hobo* Hobo… Hey, Hobo!
Hobo: *Turning the fan the right way up, after
having him upside down* Have a great day, thanks for coming…
Raptor: HOBO!
Hobo: What is it, Raptor, I’m busy!
Raptor: Look who’s here!
Raptor looks over, to see Jarred staring
at him while he signs his autographs. Jarred mouths the words “FIRST BLOOD” to
him, as a fan walks in front of him, blocking him from Raptor’s view.
Hobo: Carthallion!? What the hell?! He wasn’t
scheduled to be here, Jericho was supposed to be signing at that table!
Raptor: Hmm… *Pulls aside a fan* How would you like to do something for
me? It’ll be a million times better than getting my autograph.
Fan 4: Yes?
Raptor: How would you like to take this: My
backstage pass, and go find Chris Jericho for me, and bring him here?
Fan 4: I WOULD LOVE TO!
The fan grabs the pass and runs
backstage, as Raptor keeps staring at Jarred.
Raptor: Tobes, it says on the schedule that
you’re supposed to go play Smackdown 4:Shut your mouth! with the fans now.
Toby thanks god that he doesn’t have to
sign more autographs, and walks off, as Raptor finishes his line of Autographs,
since he has to go answer questions in the ring. Once the line is finished,
which takes another 15 mins; he jumps up from his chair and goes into the ring,
where he is handed a microphone. An announcer introduces him and then jumps
into the crowd, providing a microphone to anyone who wants to ask a question.
Fan: Hi Raptor. I was wondering… Is Toby your
REAL son? Or is it just a thing for television?
Raptor: No, he’s actually a midget who pretends
he’s 16.
Toby: *Getting distracted from Smackdown and
losing* HEY!
Fan: REALLY!?
Raptor: No!
Raptor looks up at Jarred, who is still
staring at him.
Different Fan: Hi Raptor. Now, my question is-
Raptor: I’m sorry, I’m going to have to
interrupt you… CARTHALLION! What the hell are you doing here!?!
Jarred looks down at Raptor, with a hint
of smugness in his eyes, as the crowd gets excited at the possibility of a
confrontation. Jarred smiles, and shrugs at Raptor…
Raptor: Where’s Jericho, you satanic bastard?
Jericho: I’m here!
A beat up Jericho limps into the ring.
Jericho: He jumped me from behind.
Raptor looks up at Jarred, who is now
laughing, as he signs more autographs for his gothic fans.
Raptor: You think you’re pretty smart, don’t
you?!
Jarred nods at Raptor, and keeps smiling.
Raptor: Get down here. NOW. I’m calling you out.
Jarred tells the person he’s signing
autographs for to hold on, and stands up at his table, yelling “You want a
piece of me?”
Raptor: YEAH! I DO! Now get down here!
Jarred starts walking down, as Raptor
drops his microphone, getting ready for a fight… He climbs in the ring… and
just as Raptor goes to punch him… Security guards jump between them. The crowd
boos at not being able to see a fight. As the two men struggle to get at each
other. Suddenly, the Event Organizer comes out, seeing the fight in the ring,
and notices Jarred at Fan Axxess when he shouldn’t be. The security guards drag
him out of the room, as Raptor leads the fans, singing “na na na na…. Na na na
na…. Heeeeey heeey…. Goodbye…”
Raptor: And don’t come back. You know Jarred… I
personally can’t wait to kick your ass again. Any normal man would be sick of
it! But not me, no. It’s makes me happy, every time I’m in the ring with you,
whooping your ass from one side to another, showing you what a REAL wrestler is
like. You’re a pathetic excuse for a main eventer. The only people you’ve
beaten in the last 4 months is Big Mastadon, Badd Boy, and Franchize. Yeah.
Fantastic work, Jarred. Great, I’m sure you got paid a lot for that win. Well
this Sunday, you’re gonna be back to facing the big boys, and losing, Jarred. I’ll
see you tomorrow, at First Blood, Demon Clyde.
Man, it’s been
ages since I’ve done an in ring interview… How you feelin New York City?
I gotta get
some things of my chest, I thought now would be the time to do it.
Let me get 1
thing straight. I can’t wait to kick Jarred’s ass all over the ring on Sunday. I
can’t wait to kick Primetime’s ass. Def Metal can bring what ever he wants. All
I want is that world title. I’m excited! I’m happy! And I’m pumped. Or Jakked,
as some weird people would say.
Now, New York,
there’s something I want to do. I want to pick 1 fan, to interview me, here in
the ring, now, to be filmed and aired on EMF TV. So, put yo hands up!
They all scream and wave their hands
around in the air… until Raptor spots one guy, and points to him. He comes into
the ring, and grabs a microphone.
Fan: Raptor, I know you’re looking forward
to beating Jarred, but what happens if you get eliminated first? Then you can’t.
Raptor: Good question. I’m not GOING to be eliminated
first, obviously. You have to keep your eye on every single man in the match,
you can’t aim for just one man and ignore the others. And it’s not going to be
1 on 1 all the time, either. There’ll be double teaming, triple teaming, AND 1
on 1 action. The more people there are in a match, the more unpredictable they
become. So you have to keep your guard up the whole time. And if I DO get
eliminated first…
Well, I can
always interfere and get Jarred DQed and chucked out of the match.
Fan: And what about Def Metal? Are you
friends or foes?
Raptor: Half half, right now. I spoke to him on
the phone last night, and we spoke about how we bashed each other at the Christmas
party, and we admitted maybe he’d had a bit too much alcohol. We joke about
beating each other, and we still have a rivalry going. But now it’s more of a “friendly”
rivalry, compared to a “I really wish you were dead” rivalry that we had after
wWo lockdown. I will have to hurt him, tomorrow. We’ve spoken to each other,
and we are going to hurt each other. It’s what we have to do. I will pull every
move I can out of my big book of moves. I will use whatever I can to defeat Def
Metal, Primetime and Jarred. It’s a simple as that. I’m going all the way.
Fan: And what are you planning to do
afterwards, if you do win the title?
Raptor: Party on down, Baby! What else?! Hobo’s
got his party busses in the city *Crowd Cheers* So if you know where they are, I’ll be partying with you all the
way back to California after the match. If I lose… *shudders* Well, let’s not think about that, shall
we?
I’m here for
the long haul, ladies and gents. I’m here in New York City to become a 2 time
EMF world champion. I didn’t come all the way from Australia to lose. Oh no. That
belt is coming home with me. Primetime knows it, Jarred knows it, and Def Metal
knows it. That title defines my existence.
It is a part of me, of my EMF career. And I want it back from primetime. I want
it ever so badly. And this is my chance. The big one. First Blood. I’ve been
counting the days to this match. I can’t wait for it. I can’t wait for the
party after it. And Def, if you’re watching… You’re invited, even if I am the
one that pins you tomorrow.
I’m here to
play with the big boys. I’m here to beat the best. I’m here to become the world
champ.
The Raptor…
well, he’s ready to roll. Bet you weren’t expecting me to say that. See you at
First Blood, Jarred, Primetime, Def.
The EMF’s most unstable
stable…