Post by The Briscoes (T) on May 30, 2012 16:11:22 GMT -5
Standing in the ring as "Gimme Back My Bullets" plays throughout the arena, Jay and Mark Briscoe are pacing around like caged animals. With mics in their hands, the two brothers climb onto the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring and point to the crowd as they go wild and chant, "Man Up, Man Up". Jumping down, the brothers move to the center of the ring as Jay raises the mic to speak while Mark crosses his arms over his chest.
Hell yeah, demboys are here at DHWA and business is about to pick up!
As the "Man Up" chant gets louder, Jay reaches over and smacks Mark across the chest with a loud crack and as Mark just smiles tightly, Jay continues.
Me and Mark came to this fed to prove that wrestling ain't dead yet, we ain't no fancy ass sports entertaining pretty boys...
Stepping forward, Mark interrupts his brother in a disgusted voice.
That's right, we ain't...cosmetically pleasing...enough to be sports entertainers.
Jay nods at his brother.
Like Mark said, we ain't cosmetically pleasing enough for that shit. So instead of making the big money like The Rock or Stone Cold, two guys who couldn't wrestle their way out from under a fat woman, we gotta do things the hard way. We gotta work for a living. We gotta WRESTLE for a living.
Taking over for his brother Mark walks around the ring as Jay leans in the corner
But we get here and all we hear is some guy...I think it's a guy but who cares...anyway, SOMEBODY calling itself Hawkboy is pestering management for a chance to get in the spotlight. Trying to whore themselves out for their 15 minutes of fame like this is some damn episode of Jersey Shore. Hawk....BOY, it's guys like you that piss me and my brother off. This ain't no game here between these ropes and what makes you think you deserve to step into the Briscoes ring?
Moving back towards his brother Jay speaks in an ominous tone as the crowd continues to yell "Man Up".
It's your lucky day though Hawkboy. That's right son, you done went and hit the lottery. The Briscoes are gonna give you your chance. You think you're ready for the big leagues? Let's find out. Grab yourself a partner and let's find out just what you're made of. You're so damn interested in stepping into the spotlight...let's find out how much you really want this....son.
Slashing a thumb across his throat, Mark snarls into the camera.
We gonna beat you like a buck toothed red headed stepchild boy.
Jay gives a serial killer smile and pats his brother on the back.
Damn right. You wanna step in our ring boy then you better pack yourself a lunch cause it's gonna be a long, long day. Hawkboy, it's your call...
...Man up or shut up.
The crowd yells "MAN UP, MAN UP, MAN UP" as the Briscoes pace around inside the ring.
Hell yeah, demboys are here at DHWA and business is about to pick up!
As the "Man Up" chant gets louder, Jay reaches over and smacks Mark across the chest with a loud crack and as Mark just smiles tightly, Jay continues.
Me and Mark came to this fed to prove that wrestling ain't dead yet, we ain't no fancy ass sports entertaining pretty boys...
Stepping forward, Mark interrupts his brother in a disgusted voice.
That's right, we ain't...cosmetically pleasing...enough to be sports entertainers.
Jay nods at his brother.
Like Mark said, we ain't cosmetically pleasing enough for that shit. So instead of making the big money like The Rock or Stone Cold, two guys who couldn't wrestle their way out from under a fat woman, we gotta do things the hard way. We gotta work for a living. We gotta WRESTLE for a living.
Taking over for his brother Mark walks around the ring as Jay leans in the corner
But we get here and all we hear is some guy...I think it's a guy but who cares...anyway, SOMEBODY calling itself Hawkboy is pestering management for a chance to get in the spotlight. Trying to whore themselves out for their 15 minutes of fame like this is some damn episode of Jersey Shore. Hawk....BOY, it's guys like you that piss me and my brother off. This ain't no game here between these ropes and what makes you think you deserve to step into the Briscoes ring?
Moving back towards his brother Jay speaks in an ominous tone as the crowd continues to yell "Man Up".
It's your lucky day though Hawkboy. That's right son, you done went and hit the lottery. The Briscoes are gonna give you your chance. You think you're ready for the big leagues? Let's find out. Grab yourself a partner and let's find out just what you're made of. You're so damn interested in stepping into the spotlight...let's find out how much you really want this....son.
Slashing a thumb across his throat, Mark snarls into the camera.
We gonna beat you like a buck toothed red headed stepchild boy.
Jay gives a serial killer smile and pats his brother on the back.
Damn right. You wanna step in our ring boy then you better pack yourself a lunch cause it's gonna be a long, long day. Hawkboy, it's your call...
...Man up or shut up.
The crowd yells "MAN UP, MAN UP, MAN UP" as the Briscoes pace around inside the ring.
