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“STAND BACK…THERE’S A HURRICANE COMIN’ THROUGH!” Hurricane’s music begins to play, as the cameras go backstage, just before the curtain to the stage.
Rosey is there, with a new attire. Rosey turns towards the sound crew, just as he is about to head towards the stage.
“What the hell did I tell you? Cut that crap music and stick on the right theme.”
The music stops…and the arena goes dark. A digital clock appears on the tron.
3…
2…
1…
“Is this thing on? Yeah! Are you hearing it?” Three Minutes then plays, and Rosey steps out from beneath the curtain, as a purple light shines upon the stage. Lots of smoke, too.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring…Rosey!”
Rosey stands upon the stage…evil, cocky grin on his face. He no longer wears a mask. Rosey slowly makes his way to the ring, holding his hands out for the fans to slap, before pulling away. He stands at the bottom of the steps, and stares around, as if in disgust. He climbs into the ring, and takes the microphone.
The arena lights come back on, as Rosey begins to speak.
“Hurricane, you really need more practice at this whole superhero crap. Didn’t you read the Superhero Handbook? Page 72…DON’T. TRUST. ANYONE! Hurricane…it’s easy to pretend to like someone. But it appears to be even easier to stab them in the back. I can’t believe you actually thought I liked you. All along, I was plotting to get revenge. Revenge for what? When I came to with my Superhero scraps, you said I would never make it. You took me back, into your locker room, and you told me that I would never be as big as you. Again, you were wrong Helms. Wrong. You made me dress up in that old tatty attire, and you make a mockery of me by co-incidentally shortening my Superhero in Training status to…well, y’know. Hell, you got me stuck in a phone booth! You got me helping old ladies across the damn street!”
A Hurricane chants starts.
“Helms…I know you’re not here tonight, because I hurt your little back. Even if you was here, I wouldn’t give you the answer you’re looking for, because you, and these assholes here at SR Towers, don’t deserve a proper answer. Anyway, I’m out here for another reason.”
Rosey looks to the crowd, and grins.
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey’s music hits, and Rosey looks towards the stage, in a confused manner.
“What…what the hell?”
Rosey is apparently surprised by his music playing.
“Anyway…”
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey beings to get píssséd off, as he drops the mic…
Suddenly, another cocky grin mounts the face of Rosey. The lights dim, and the same effect Rosey had on his entrance begin.
Out walks a dark, large figure. The spotlight shines on the figure…
…IT’S JAMAL! JAMAL IS BACK!
Jamal is in an identical attire to Rosey, both have Supervillain written on their shirts.
Jamal taunts the crowd on the stage area, as the music still plays. Rosey leaves the ring, and makes his way up the ramp. The purple light gets stronger, and as Rosey and Jamal raise each other’s arms, some fireworks go off in the ring.
Rosey and Jamal are back together! Three Minute Warning has reunited. It’s Superhero versus Supervillain, Hurricane vs. Three Minute Warning.
We still haven’t got answers, but we sure as hell have shed some light on this situation. Hurricane needs to find a partner…and he needs to find them, fast!
- DW
“STAND BACK…THERE’S A HURRICANE COMIN’ THROUGH!” Hurricane’s music begins to play, as the cameras go backstage, just before the curtain to the stage.
Rosey is there, with a new attire. Rosey turns towards the sound crew, just as he is about to head towards the stage.
“What the hell did I tell you? Cut that crap music and stick on the right theme.”
The music stops…and the arena goes dark. A digital clock appears on the tron.
3…
2…
1…
“Is this thing on? Yeah! Are you hearing it?” Three Minutes then plays, and Rosey steps out from beneath the curtain, as a purple light shines upon the stage. Lots of smoke, too.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring…Rosey!”
Rosey stands upon the stage…evil, cocky grin on his face. He no longer wears a mask. Rosey slowly makes his way to the ring, holding his hands out for the fans to slap, before pulling away. He stands at the bottom of the steps, and stares around, as if in disgust. He climbs into the ring, and takes the microphone.
The arena lights come back on, as Rosey begins to speak.
“Hurricane, you really need more practice at this whole superhero crap. Didn’t you read the Superhero Handbook? Page 72…DON’T. TRUST. ANYONE! Hurricane…it’s easy to pretend to like someone. But it appears to be even easier to stab them in the back. I can’t believe you actually thought I liked you. All along, I was plotting to get revenge. Revenge for what? When I came to with my Superhero scraps, you said I would never make it. You took me back, into your locker room, and you told me that I would never be as big as you. Again, you were wrong Helms. Wrong. You made me dress up in that old tatty attire, and you make a mockery of me by co-incidentally shortening my Superhero in Training status to…well, y’know. Hell, you got me stuck in a phone booth! You got me helping old ladies across the damn street!”
A Hurricane chants starts.
“Helms…I know you’re not here tonight, because I hurt your little back. Even if you was here, I wouldn’t give you the answer you’re looking for, because you, and these assholes here at SR Towers, don’t deserve a proper answer. Anyway, I’m out here for another reason.”
Rosey looks to the crowd, and grins.
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey’s music hits, and Rosey looks towards the stage, in a confused manner.
“What…what the hell?”
Rosey is apparently surprised by his music playing.
“Anyway…”
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey beings to get píssséd off, as he drops the mic…
Suddenly, another cocky grin mounts the face of Rosey. The lights dim, and the same effect Rosey had on his entrance begin.
Out walks a dark, large figure. The spotlight shines on the figure…
…IT’S JAMAL! JAMAL IS BACK!
Jamal is in an identical attire to Rosey, both have Supervillain written on their shirts.
Jamal taunts the crowd on the stage area, as the music still plays. Rosey leaves the ring, and makes his way up the ramp. The purple light gets stronger, and as Rosey and Jamal raise each other’s arms, some fireworks go off in the ring.
Rosey and Jamal are back together! Three Minute Warning has reunited. It’s Superhero versus Supervillain, Hurricane vs. Three Minute Warning.
We still haven’t got answers, but we sure as hell have shed some light on this situation. Hurricane needs to find a partner…and he needs to find them, fast!
- DW
Predictable, eh? ;c)
Supervillan. Cool.
Superhero Vs The Supervillians. Heh. Nice promo. :)
Hmmm I doubt anyone will take Jamal. *shrugs*
He'll probably be released from SRW in a few weeks, anyway. ;c)
He'll probably be released from SRW in a few weeks, anyway. ;c)
Good promo. A new tag team, although I don't know who will have Jamal. :)
The Hurricane will have to find a new superhero to train and he certainly has a bit to overcome if he wants revenge.
The Hurricane will have to find a new superhero to train and he certainly has a bit to overcome if he wants revenge.
Jamal was released.
And no, I still want Eugene!
And no, I still want Eugene!
Wow! ANOTHER new tag team and there's more to come! Good promo DW with the return of the evil supervillian 3 minute warning :D
Great promo and wahoo, we have 3 Minute Warning back. Is Jamal your third wrestler DW instead of Eugene?
Also why did Jamal leave the WWE in the first place?
Also why did Jamal leave the WWE in the first place?
[URL]http://ukchatforums.reserve.co.uk/display_messages.php?threadid=99705&forumid=52[/URL] if you missed the original promo...
“STAND BACK…THERE’S A HURRICANE COMIN’ THROUGH!” Hurricane’s music begins to play, as the cameras go backstage, just before the curtain to the stage.
Rosey is there, with a new attire. Rosey turns towards the sound crew, just as he is about to head towards the stage.
“What the hell did I tell you? Cut that crap music and stick on the right theme.”
The music stops…and the arena goes dark. A digital clock appears on the tron.
3…
2…
1…
“Is this thing on? Yeah! Are you hearing it?” Three Minutes then plays, and Rosey steps out from beneath the curtain, as a purple light shines upon the stage. Lots of smoke, too.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring…Rosey!”
Rosey stands upon the stage…evil, cocky grin on his face. He no longer wears a mask. Rosey slowly makes his way to the ring, holding his hands out for the fans to slap, before pulling away. He stands at the bottom of the steps, and stares around, as if in disgust. He climbs into the ring, and takes the microphone.
The arena lights come back on, as Rosey begins to speak.
“Hurricane, you really need more practice at this whole superhero crap. Didn’t you read the Superhero Handbook? Page 72…DON’T. TRUST. ANYONE! Hurricane…it’s easy to pretend to like someone. But it appears to be even easier to stab them in the back. I can’t believe you actually thought I liked you. All along, I was plotting to get revenge. Revenge for what? When I came to with my Superhero scraps, you said I would never make it. You took me back, into your locker room, and you told me that I would never be as big as you. Again, you were wrong Helms. Wrong. You made me dress up in that old tatty attire, and you make a mockery of me by co-incidentally shortening my Superhero in Training status to…well, y’know. Hell, you got me stuck in a phone booth! You got me helping old ladies across the damn street!”
A Hurricane chants starts.
“Helms…I know you’re not here tonight, because I hurt your little back. Even if you was here, I wouldn’t give you the answer you’re looking for, because you, and these assholes here at SR Towers, don’t deserve a proper answer. Anyway, I’m out here for another reason.”
Rosey looks to the crowd, and grins.
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey’s music hits, and Rosey looks towards the stage, in a confused manner.
“What…what the hell?”
Rosey is apparently surprised by his music playing.
“Anyway…”
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey beings to get píssséd off, as he drops the mic…
Suddenly, another cocky grin mounts the face of Rosey. The lights dim, and the same effect Rosey had on his entrance begin.
Out walks a dark, large figure. The spotlight shines on the figure…
…IT’S JAMAL! JAMAL IS BACK!
Jamal is in an identical attire to Rosey, both have Supervillain written on their shirts.
Jamal taunts the crowd on the stage area, as the music still plays. Rosey leaves the ring, and makes his way up the ramp. The purple light gets stronger, and as Rosey and Jamal raise each other’s arms, some fireworks go off in the ring.
Rosey and Jamal are back together! Three Minute Warning has reunited. It’s Superhero versus Supervillain, Hurricane vs. Three Minute Warning.
We still haven’t got answers, but we sure as hell have shed some light on this situation. Hurricane needs to find a partner…and he needs to find them, fast!
- DW
“STAND BACK…THERE’S A HURRICANE COMIN’ THROUGH!” Hurricane’s music begins to play, as the cameras go backstage, just before the curtain to the stage.
Rosey is there, with a new attire. Rosey turns towards the sound crew, just as he is about to head towards the stage.
“What the hell did I tell you? Cut that crap music and stick on the right theme.”
The music stops…and the arena goes dark. A digital clock appears on the tron.
3…
2…
1…
“Is this thing on? Yeah! Are you hearing it?” Three Minutes then plays, and Rosey steps out from beneath the curtain, as a purple light shines upon the stage. Lots of smoke, too.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring…Rosey!”
Rosey stands upon the stage…evil, cocky grin on his face. He no longer wears a mask. Rosey slowly makes his way to the ring, holding his hands out for the fans to slap, before pulling away. He stands at the bottom of the steps, and stares around, as if in disgust. He climbs into the ring, and takes the microphone.
The arena lights come back on, as Rosey begins to speak.
“Hurricane, you really need more practice at this whole superhero crap. Didn’t you read the Superhero Handbook? Page 72…DON’T. TRUST. ANYONE! Hurricane…it’s easy to pretend to like someone. But it appears to be even easier to stab them in the back. I can’t believe you actually thought I liked you. All along, I was plotting to get revenge. Revenge for what? When I came to with my Superhero scraps, you said I would never make it. You took me back, into your locker room, and you told me that I would never be as big as you. Again, you were wrong Helms. Wrong. You made me dress up in that old tatty attire, and you make a mockery of me by co-incidentally shortening my Superhero in Training status to…well, y’know. Hell, you got me stuck in a phone booth! You got me helping old ladies across the damn street!”
A Hurricane chants starts.
“Helms…I know you’re not here tonight, because I hurt your little back. Even if you was here, I wouldn’t give you the answer you’re looking for, because you, and these assholes here at SR Towers, don’t deserve a proper answer. Anyway, I’m out here for another reason.”
Rosey looks to the crowd, and grins.
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey’s music hits, and Rosey looks towards the stage, in a confused manner.
“What…what the hell?”
Rosey is apparently surprised by his music playing.
“Anyway…”
“We've got 3 minutes and we're outta here. The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear!”
Rosey beings to get píssséd off, as he drops the mic…
Suddenly, another cocky grin mounts the face of Rosey. The lights dim, and the same effect Rosey had on his entrance begin.
Out walks a dark, large figure. The spotlight shines on the figure…
…IT’S JAMAL! JAMAL IS BACK!
Jamal is in an identical attire to Rosey, both have Supervillain written on their shirts.
Jamal taunts the crowd on the stage area, as the music still plays. Rosey leaves the ring, and makes his way up the ramp. The purple light gets stronger, and as Rosey and Jamal raise each other’s arms, some fireworks go off in the ring.
Rosey and Jamal are back together! Three Minute Warning has reunited. It’s Superhero versus Supervillain, Hurricane vs. Three Minute Warning.
We still haven’t got answers, but we sure as hell have shed some light on this situation. Hurricane needs to find a partner…and he needs to find them, fast!
- DW