*********************************************************** --> ..: “The Franchise Soldier” - EcKo :..


 






          EcKo's Entrance Theme          
- Fat Joe - "Safe 2 Say (The Incredible)" -

Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh!
"Once again back is the incredible..... the incredible"


Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is
Crack, ain't been gone before a week
And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space
Pile high to the top of the Empire State
CRACK!!! (echo : CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it
Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit
Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit
Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours
Truly just check the suicide doors
Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
Lookin back I did the shit to death
I guess I ain't killin it this rhyme I'm here to raise the dead
I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill
Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build
And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest
Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this


I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible..... the incredible!"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible..... the incredible!"


Dope man dope man, I got that coke man
Brother Joe man the king of the streets
TS we incredibly credible like Stun said
It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads
And you know that K go chop chop chop
In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop
I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street
From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate
That's when it became apparent to me
That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me
I plead innocent your honor
I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef
Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece
Problem is when I win, my team eats
But wait, just think the opposite of that
You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga


I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible..... the incredible!"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible..... the incredible!"


Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back
Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain't got that
Where the cops at? prayin that they comin
Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach
On my waist you know I got keep that oven
For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat's running on high
Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie


I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible..... the incredible!"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible..... the incredible!"



[[Before Frost can get all the way up the ramp. EcKo’s old music plays over the arena’s speakers. Instead of the usual boo’s for EcKo, the crowd seems to be excited at what might seem to be the return of the beloved, fan favorite. As “Safe 2 Say” by Fat Joe continues blaring throughout the arena, EcKo finally walks out from behind the black curtains.]]




Michael Cole
"Uh-oh! Looks like EcKo didn’t take too well to the insults dished out by Frost!”

Tazz
"You’ve got that right, Cole! Battling EcKo with Insults is one of the last things a person wants to do! Seems like the guy always comes back at you ten-times worse!”

[[By this point, Frost has climbed back into the ring, preparing for battle. EcKo continues making his way down the ramp, with a determined, focused look in his eyes. He gets to the ring, and slides underneath the bottom rope. EcKo climbs to his feet, and notices Frost ready and willing to “go at it.” EcKo bends down, and picks up the microphone that Frost dropped on the canvas, prior to spitting the snow-cone in Ric Flair’s face. EcKo puts the microphone to his lips to speak.]]





EcKo
"Whoa! Hold up there, cotton-head!”

[[EcKo’s music fades out as the mixed reaction, mainly cheers, reigns throughout the arena. EcKo waits for the fans to die down, before speaking again.]]





EcKo
"Heh… you’ve really got me figured out, dontcha’?” *EcKo continues smiling as Frost nods in agreement* “I mean, hey… you think I’m some kind of Vince McMahon kiss-ass. I’m the next Ike Turner. You think no women want any part of the Franchise Soldier, huh? Please, son! I’ve had more women in one night, than you’ve had in your entire life. You also claim I’m some kind of a washed-up, has been. Oh yeah! And my favorite! I’m some kind of mix between John Cena and Eminem. Wow! Whose ass did you pull that one out of? ‘Cuz seriously, dude, that insult… it’s kinda’ ran it’s course. But, who the hell are you to judge me, dude?! Look at your whole get-up! Take that snow-cone out of your hand, put an apple in it… hey! You’re seriously gonna’ win the Carlito look-alike contest! Take that whole, “That’s cold!” line… toss that “cold” outta’ there… stick in a “cool” and boom! You’re Carlito’s long-lost twin! But, yo… I’m just stating the obvious there!” *grins* “Tell me something, man… I don’t have to worry about you comin’ onto me or anything, do I? ‘Cuz with all these little gay jokes you’re dishin’ out left-and-right… not only myself, but, everyone’s sorta’ gettin’ a sneaky suspicion that maybe you’re the one squatin’ on the pole at night. Maybe I should get off this subject. I don’t really wanna’ be a gay-joke spittin’ lame-ass like yourself!”





EcKo
"Now… you were right about one thing… I did lose my Tag-Team Titles to a couple of women. But, that doesn’t phase me none! The only way the Tuna Twins won it was because of their gimp pimp, Ric “I lost my Thunder!” Travis! But, hey! I’m lookin’ at it this way! Ya’ see… whenever I beat you Sunday, at the Great American Bash, I’ll be walking out the Intercontinental Champion!” *some fans cheer* “And instead of taking an extra ten minutes to get through the metal detector at the air ports, I’ll cut that time in half. Because I’ll only be needing to remove one title from around my waist, instead of two! So, losing my Tag-Team Titles to a couple of women isn’t that bad really! The Tag-Team Titles are over-rated, really. So, Tuna Twins… Ric… enjoy those titles! Because after my match against this chump,” *points at Frost* “Sunday… I’ll be walking out the WCWF Intercontinental Champion!” *fans cheer* “You heard me right, Frosty ‘Ol Boy! While you’re celebrating your one or two victories, keep contemplating that question. What has EcKo done so far in his career? Hmmm… does two time BWF Heavyweight Champion ring a bell? Former VWF United States Champion jog your memory? And not to mention other Titles I’ve held in my three year career. And you’ve won, what? One title? And who’d you beat for it? Nobody, really? Didn’t like half, if not all the guys, not show up? Wow, man! Please… let me be the first to shake your hand on a courageous victory! It must have really taken a lot out of you to reach your arms in front of you, and take the title from the referee!” *EcKo extends his hand. Frost doesn’t shake it. EcKo shrugs his shoulders, returns his hand back to his side, and continues talking* “Suit yourself! All I wanted was to shake the hand of the next big thing… Frost! ‘Cuz, hell… I’m nothing anymore!” *sarcastically sighs* “I mean… I couldn’t even cut it to get in the Heavyweight Title match. But, do your research there, Frost! I was the Vinnie Mac’s first choice for the Elimination Chamber. Mr. Thursday Night, second, of course. But, I thought to myself… who’s that dip-shit with all that fluffy, pubic hair on his head? Then, it hit me! Frost! And he currently holds the WCWF Intercontinental Title! So, when I beat Frost, and MTN wins in the Elimination Chamber… New Found Power will hold the top gold in the WCWF. And therefore, become THE dominant stable in this federation.” *fans boo at the mentioning of New Found Power* “So… now that I’ve got a few of those questions outta’ your head, there’s only two more you’ve gotta’ ask yourself. First… which gay club am I going to in my pretty, pink shirt?” *laughs… then seriousness comes across his face* “And second… how’s it gonna’ feel when EcKo straight-up whoops my ass?!” *fans cheer* “You’ve had your title reign, Frost. And it’s time to bring it to an end! Now, I’ll be honest with you. I have no clue what-so-ever as to knowing if you’ve even defended the damn thing. That’s how much I pay attention to your pointless career. But, Sunday… you’re stepping into the ring with one of the most dominant forces in the WCWF. And sorry to break it to ya’… but, you’re gonna’ be losing your little beloved title, too! I know it sucks… but that’s the way it is! You haven’t stepped up to anything yet, here in the WCWF. Maybe a couple of jobbers. That’s it.” *laughs* “You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into, do you? You have no clue how much of an ass-whoopin’ EcKo has in store for ya’… do you? If you keep runnin’ your mouth like you’ve been doin’ tonight… on Sunday, I’m gonna’ stick my foot so far up your ass, the sweat on my knee will quench your thirst! And trust me… that’s not an offer like you get at your “night clubs” you go to!”





EcKo
"Now… as I bid you a-dew… I must apologize for not making fun of your name… or your hair… wait a minute. Yeah, I did make a little comment about your hair. But, who noticed, right? Heh! Anyway… my point was, you thought you had me all figured out. You thought the only insults I could dish out was making fun of your name, and your hair. Now… don’t you just feel like a stupid son-of-a-bitch?” *laughs* “I would! Gettin’ all defensive like that. Tisk, tisk, tisk! Well… ” *looks around at the ground, and sees Ric Flair still lying on the canvas from receiving Frost’s “Frostbite.” Flair finally comes to, and begins getting up. He stops and shakes his head, trying to come to, while on all fours* “…I can see you’ve got your geriatric date waiting for you to get the party started. So, I’ll leave y’all alone. If you’ve got anything danglin’ between them legs, and feel like you’ve gotta’ open your mouth again… I’ll be listenin’ for ya’!”

[[EcKo drops the microphone, as his music blasts throughout the arena once again. EcKo notices the cooler filled with ice. Five different colored snow-cones are arranged nicely in the compact ice. EcKo reaches for a blue, one and takes a bite out of it. He chews it up, swallows it, and smiles at Frost. The cameras are close enough to the two men, and you can hear EcKo say, “I owe ya’ one!” as he points to the snow-cone. EcKo turns around, and climbs out of the ring. He begins making his way up the ramp. He takes another bite from the snow-cone, and tosses the rest out into the crowd. Most of the crowd continues to cheer for EcKo, noticing that he has, possibly, returned to his old self… maybe! The scene fades to black as EcKo makes his way towards the backstage area.]]








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