Post by alanbrooks on Jul 29, 2007 9:28:10 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside of Madison Square Garden where the arena is slam packed with fans of G.W.C. Most are holding signs, some saying "EPW will die!", "Vote Thunder for next World Champ!" and many more. Footage of last weeks assault are playing on the titantron as the crowd starts to chant "GWC! GWC! GWC!" As they settle down, Tim Ryan starts walking down to the ring. He walks around the ring and has a seat at the announcers table. Just than, about ten crew members walk out onto the entrance ramp and start rolling out a red carpet all the way down to the ring. They than reach under the ring and pull out another red carpet and roll it inside of the ring. The ten men than roll into the ring and roll out the red carpet so that it completely covers the canvas. Four than exit the ring and reach under the ring once again and pull out two wooden tables. They slide them into the ring and the men that are still in there set them up. The four than reach under the ring again, one pulls out a sort of aluminum bucket that is filled with ice that has two bottles of Estrique White Champagne in it. He sets it onto the ring apron, and one of the men in the ring grabs it and walks it over to one of the tables and places it ontop of it. Another man pulls out a large silver plate that has a silver cover over it. He slides it into the ring, and another man walks over, grabs it, and places it on the table. The other grabs a steel chair from under the ring and slides it in. The man on the inside than sets it up about five feet away from the table, and they all exit the ring. As they walk back up to the entrance ramp, and go backstage, Tim Ryan walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. He pulls a microphone out of his pocket as he waves to the crowd, which are somewhat confused as to what is going on.
Tim Ryan: Hello everyone, I know you all must be wondering what the hell is---- Im sorry, what the heck is going on here. Let me fill everyone in than, this is the first edition of the "Pimp's Palace".[/color]
The crowd still seem somewhat confused and skeptical as to what the whole "Pimp's Palace" deal is all about. Some talk between the people can be heard.
Tim Ryan: Ok, still confused? Ok, well, let me introduce the man who will host this so called show, and the creator of the Pimp's Palace. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I introduce to you, the newest addition to the G.W.C. roster! I introduce to you, Shaun... LEWIS!![/color]
"Window Shopper" by 50 Cent blasts over the loudspeakers as the crowd raises to their feet and begin to cheer. Shaun Lewis walks out onto the entrance ramp, surrounded by ten really beautiful ladies all dressed in miniskirts and short spaghetti string tops. Shaun is wearing a white tuxedo with the top unbuttoned, revealing his white button up shirt, and a black tie. His black dress shoes are freshly polished, gleansing in the light. Shaun also has on sporty sunglasses that have black lenses with a silver rim that has diamonds encrusted in them. He raises his arms to his side and does a turn around, posing to the crowd. He than starts doing a sort of cocky strut down the aisle, with the woman following behind. He walks up the ring steps and turns halfway around, posing to the crowd again. He walks to the middle of the ring apron and steps into the ring, with the girls following behind him. He walks to the middle of the ring and scans the crowd with a huge smile on his face. Tim hands the microphone to Shaun, and than exits the ring, walking to the announcers table and taking a seat.
Shaun Lewis: Whas up yall? Welcome to the very first edition of the Pimp's Palace! Now Ill give yall the low down here in just a sec, first I just want to start out by asking yall a simple question, what the hell is going up here in GWC? Wait, EPW! Wait, GWC! Wait what the hell, GWC or EPW? Which one is it now? Ah what the hell, Ill just call it GWC for now to make this shit easier.[/color]
The crowd erupts in cheers everytime he says GWC, but erupts in boos and screams of profanity when he says EPW. Shaun tilts his head down and starts to laugh, and than looks up again at the crowd and raises his hand up.
Shaun Lewis: Aight aight, I guess it's unanimous than isnt it? GWC is hotta than EPW! Now lemme start off by sayin dis, I know yall dont know much about meh, and dats cool and all. Y'all will get to see much more of me soon enough, trust me. Nah, I dont mean it in the way you ladies are thinking, sorry hunnies, but I got my ho's already. These ten here aint nothin, I got a whole army of dem in my locka room. Now, I didnt come out here to talk about muh ho's, nah, Ive got some bigga and more important shit to be talking about here. The Pimp of Pimps, thats right ladies, me, has a few things that he wants to address.[/color]
The ladies all start to cheer as he pulls off his tuxedo top and drapes it over the chair, a few guys as well, but mainly the ladies. Shaun takes a long deep breath and than raises the mic up to his mouth.
Shaun Lewis:Ok, let me start out with this guy Phantom, who does this cat think he is, he looks like damn Marilyn Manson! He is possesed by demons of rage? Bitch please, I think yo daddy just had you locked too long in a damn cage. He thinks hes cool because he's as big as a giant, running around saying "Look, me big, me can reach the sky!" I dont know about you people, but I didnt know they stacked crap that high. [/color]
The crowd erupts in laughter at his mocking of Phantom. They start chanting Shaun's name, but he puts a hand to his lip, signing to them to calm down.
Shaun Lewis: Than we have Mr. Zak Warner, The former Disciple, he's 235 lbs, and 6 foot three, but he is still ashamed that he has a small pee pee. It's ok Zak, Im sure they have a cure, I've heard that Viagra helps for sure! This guy has a multiple personality disorder? He joins GWC as the Disciple, than with a new name to EPW, today he's Zak Warner, tomorrow he'll be George Dubya![/color]
The crowd erupts in even more laughter this time, some of the people barely being able to stop. They start chanting "GO GO GO GO GO!"
Shaun Lewis: Than we have this guy named Ryder. He's on the path to hell, dude, seriously, take a shower, because you just fucking smell. He ain't tall like Phantom, he's only 6 foot 4, get a girlfriend man, so you can finally score! Ryder, I know being a virgin sucks, but its alright, maybe youll finally hit some shit, who knows, maybe your mommas still tight?[/color]
The crowd now erupts in uncontrollable laughter, while still managing to chant "Viiiirrrrgiiiin! Viiiirgiiin!"
Shaun Lewis: Aight, here it comes now. Theres this cat here who calls himself Kid Alpha, c'mon are you serious? He's just an overweight kid, and about as small as Alf Alpha. I guess thats how he came up with his name, but being proud to cheat for wins, bitch now thats just a shame. Aight, now onto this guy Joe Ragnal. He calls himself the innovator of fun, but I think we can all agree, that he is just the innovator of dumb. He does this thing called the "Weekly Update", Ragnal, just listen, drop the mic, get a job at a restaurant flipping a rotten steak, because Ragnal, no one wants to listen to you for gods sake!!![/color]
The crowd continues laughing like crazy as Shaun lets out a small laugh himself. He looks at his silver, diamond encrusted presidential rolex and lets out a groan.
Shaun Lewis: Well crap, I gotta call it a night now, still gotta head to the airport to catch my flight. Peace out ya'll, until next week, where I'll be presenting the second edition of the Pimp's Palace! So stay tuned![/color]
"Window Shopper" begins to blast over the loudspeaker again as Shaun grabs his tuxedo top from the chair and puts it back on. He steps out of the ring and walks down the ring steps as the scene fades to black.
Tim Ryan: Hello everyone, I know you all must be wondering what the hell is---- Im sorry, what the heck is going on here. Let me fill everyone in than, this is the first edition of the "Pimp's Palace".[/color]
The crowd still seem somewhat confused and skeptical as to what the whole "Pimp's Palace" deal is all about. Some talk between the people can be heard.
Tim Ryan: Ok, still confused? Ok, well, let me introduce the man who will host this so called show, and the creator of the Pimp's Palace. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I introduce to you, the newest addition to the G.W.C. roster! I introduce to you, Shaun... LEWIS!![/color]
"Window Shopper" by 50 Cent blasts over the loudspeakers as the crowd raises to their feet and begin to cheer. Shaun Lewis walks out onto the entrance ramp, surrounded by ten really beautiful ladies all dressed in miniskirts and short spaghetti string tops. Shaun is wearing a white tuxedo with the top unbuttoned, revealing his white button up shirt, and a black tie. His black dress shoes are freshly polished, gleansing in the light. Shaun also has on sporty sunglasses that have black lenses with a silver rim that has diamonds encrusted in them. He raises his arms to his side and does a turn around, posing to the crowd. He than starts doing a sort of cocky strut down the aisle, with the woman following behind. He walks up the ring steps and turns halfway around, posing to the crowd again. He walks to the middle of the ring apron and steps into the ring, with the girls following behind him. He walks to the middle of the ring and scans the crowd with a huge smile on his face. Tim hands the microphone to Shaun, and than exits the ring, walking to the announcers table and taking a seat.
Shaun Lewis: Whas up yall? Welcome to the very first edition of the Pimp's Palace! Now Ill give yall the low down here in just a sec, first I just want to start out by asking yall a simple question, what the hell is going up here in GWC? Wait, EPW! Wait, GWC! Wait what the hell, GWC or EPW? Which one is it now? Ah what the hell, Ill just call it GWC for now to make this shit easier.[/color]
The crowd erupts in cheers everytime he says GWC, but erupts in boos and screams of profanity when he says EPW. Shaun tilts his head down and starts to laugh, and than looks up again at the crowd and raises his hand up.
Shaun Lewis: Aight aight, I guess it's unanimous than isnt it? GWC is hotta than EPW! Now lemme start off by sayin dis, I know yall dont know much about meh, and dats cool and all. Y'all will get to see much more of me soon enough, trust me. Nah, I dont mean it in the way you ladies are thinking, sorry hunnies, but I got my ho's already. These ten here aint nothin, I got a whole army of dem in my locka room. Now, I didnt come out here to talk about muh ho's, nah, Ive got some bigga and more important shit to be talking about here. The Pimp of Pimps, thats right ladies, me, has a few things that he wants to address.[/color]
The ladies all start to cheer as he pulls off his tuxedo top and drapes it over the chair, a few guys as well, but mainly the ladies. Shaun takes a long deep breath and than raises the mic up to his mouth.
Shaun Lewis:Ok, let me start out with this guy Phantom, who does this cat think he is, he looks like damn Marilyn Manson! He is possesed by demons of rage? Bitch please, I think yo daddy just had you locked too long in a damn cage. He thinks hes cool because he's as big as a giant, running around saying "Look, me big, me can reach the sky!" I dont know about you people, but I didnt know they stacked crap that high. [/color]
The crowd erupts in laughter at his mocking of Phantom. They start chanting Shaun's name, but he puts a hand to his lip, signing to them to calm down.
Shaun Lewis: Than we have Mr. Zak Warner, The former Disciple, he's 235 lbs, and 6 foot three, but he is still ashamed that he has a small pee pee. It's ok Zak, Im sure they have a cure, I've heard that Viagra helps for sure! This guy has a multiple personality disorder? He joins GWC as the Disciple, than with a new name to EPW, today he's Zak Warner, tomorrow he'll be George Dubya![/color]
The crowd erupts in even more laughter this time, some of the people barely being able to stop. They start chanting "GO GO GO GO GO!"
Shaun Lewis: Than we have this guy named Ryder. He's on the path to hell, dude, seriously, take a shower, because you just fucking smell. He ain't tall like Phantom, he's only 6 foot 4, get a girlfriend man, so you can finally score! Ryder, I know being a virgin sucks, but its alright, maybe youll finally hit some shit, who knows, maybe your mommas still tight?[/color]
The crowd now erupts in uncontrollable laughter, while still managing to chant "Viiiirrrrgiiiin! Viiiirgiiin!"
Shaun Lewis: Aight, here it comes now. Theres this cat here who calls himself Kid Alpha, c'mon are you serious? He's just an overweight kid, and about as small as Alf Alpha. I guess thats how he came up with his name, but being proud to cheat for wins, bitch now thats just a shame. Aight, now onto this guy Joe Ragnal. He calls himself the innovator of fun, but I think we can all agree, that he is just the innovator of dumb. He does this thing called the "Weekly Update", Ragnal, just listen, drop the mic, get a job at a restaurant flipping a rotten steak, because Ragnal, no one wants to listen to you for gods sake!!![/color]
The crowd continues laughing like crazy as Shaun lets out a small laugh himself. He looks at his silver, diamond encrusted presidential rolex and lets out a groan.
Shaun Lewis: Well crap, I gotta call it a night now, still gotta head to the airport to catch my flight. Peace out ya'll, until next week, where I'll be presenting the second edition of the Pimp's Palace! So stay tuned![/color]
"Window Shopper" begins to blast over the loudspeaker again as Shaun grabs his tuxedo top from the chair and puts it back on. He steps out of the ring and walks down the ring steps as the scene fades to black.