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Loud music is blaring as the camera zooms in on the party going on in the huge room. It is soon seen that a tall man is watching this dance on the television as the camera zooms out. The man is Ichabod, and he has a wide smirk on his face.
This is what I call the Dumb Ass Ball. You see people in here you might recognize. John Rocker there by the punch. George Bush, Jr. sitting on the chair near the window. Tori Spelling talking to the wall.

He drags his finger down to a figure near the door.

And that is me. Yes, I am at the ball, and i will tell you why. I underestimated my opponents. They were better than I thought. I will not make that mistake again. I have doubled my time at the gym, slimmed my diet down, and purchased new tapes of the past shows of wrestling. These men caught me in a moment of trust, underestimation, and overconfidence, and it was my downfall. Of course they had a little help from an outside force. That brings me to a guest who did not show up at the ball.
Ichabod suddenly kicks a hole in the screen of the TV in a rage and pulls the camera close to his face. His face is red with anger. Crusifix, only a dumb ass would dare to interfere in my debut match. You have just made the worst mistake of your life boy. No one, and i mean no one screws me like that and gets away with it. You want to sneak up on me in the dark like a pussy and chokeslam me offguard? Well, I am what you would call a real man. I don't sneak around with the lights off and then claim that I accomplished something. When I attack you, you know it is me the whole time. I am in your face and larger than life from the beginning of the ass-whooping to the end. You will pay for causing me to lose in my debut match. I challenge you to a Man of Steel Match, boy. Let me explain to your little wussified brain what a man of steel match is. 5 count pinfalls instead of 3 or 3 different submissions to win. That means to beat me you will have to do the impossible, keep me down for 5 seconds, or make me tap out 3 different times. Not to mention this is a weapons match. Now boy, are you up to that? Hell, we can even cut the lights down low since you like to sneak around in the dark so damn much. And if you interfere in another one of my matches, you will pay with your life, ya fuckin' choad.

Ichabod punches the light out in the room leaving it in darkness.

You Have Made Your First Mistake, Crusifix, Be Ready to Pay With Your Blood

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