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(a descriptive poem which was an assignment for a class in 1998...the bad guy is Raven the good guy...Goldberg)
Music starts with the twang of a guitar
The crowd boos as the man appears at the entranceway
He doesn't pay any heed as he gets in the ring
And waits for his opponent
Music starts with the pound of a drum
The crowd cheers as his opponent makes his way to the ring
They stand face to face as the bell rings
The crowd boos and cheers as each man takes control
A chair is thrown into the ring
He smacks his opponent over the head and he falls face-first to the mat
The man picks him back up as he groans
He looks at the crowd then DDT
He covers as the ref slaps the mat three times
Ding ding
His hand is raised in victory
The crowd boos some more as he leaves the ring
And his fallen opponent behind 
(this one was also an assignment for class back in 98 or 99 it had to be from the point of view of something and I chose a ringpost)
Dis-colored lights and the smell of sweat
Always the same smells, same sites
People cheering, people booing, people yelling
Kidman couldn't do the Seven Year Itch without me
The Luchadores couldn't do a flying cross-body-block without me holding the ropes together
Chavo couldn't do the Bulldog DDT without my assistance
How many times Raven has leaned against me
And spoke words from the heart
Only to have obnoxious fans boo his remarks
And throw garbage at him
How many times wrestlers have perched upon me to do a dropkick
How many times I have tasted blood
from the hardcore matches
that involved chairs and table
How many aerial moves I have seen
It could not be done without me
I have witnessed many retirment speech's
I have witnessed falls from grace and rises to power
I have witnessed many matches won by cheating
I have witnessed the defeat of Goldberg at the hands of Kevin Nash
I have witnessed personality changes
legs, arms, faces, many body parts have been
Smashed against my rouch surface
I have sent many wrestlers to the hospital
You've probably seen me and don't even know I'm there
So, do you think you can step in the ring with me
Do you think you can survive as weak as you are?
When in my world if you're not in pain you're a loser
"Christian"
~1999~
Mysteriously lurking in the corners
Never a word
Never a smile
This man hides all
His hair hangs wildly in his face
He has no care in the world
He is one with the night
True to the masquerade
He walks to the ring
With a silent leader,
A silent brother
The leader spews his viscious liqued onto the fans
As his brother bounces on the ropes
Showing his true insanity
This man silently balanaces on the ropes
And watches the liqued hit the fans
Never revealing what is to come
Mysteriously he lurks in the corners
Never a word
Never a smile
This man hides all |
