DICKIE WATSON - Printable Version

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[center][font color="#9ccb19"]♫ WHOA-OH-OH-OH. ♫[/font]







The aggressive guitar riff opening of “FØØL” by GHØSTKID takes its place as the lights in the arena shut off entirely. The edges of the entryway flash the lime green color that Dickie has used frequently in the past, and the trashed script of his name appears upon the entryway screen, along with images of highlighted moments from his tenure across various promotions. The lights flicker and strobe on the stage as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. As the music pauses for a second, a cymbal crash signaling for it, Dickie Watson’s silhouette appears at the entryway with the strobing light behind him, dropping out entirely as the pause lingers for just over a second.



As the reckless guitar plays again, combined with the rest of the aggressive instruments of the band, the lights on the stage turn on, casting Dickie in the same green from the floor of the stage upwards, the lights from above strobing over The Calamity as he surveys the crowd, a smirk upon his lips as he crouches down to the floor.



[font color="#9ccb19"]♫ A SITUATION UNPLEASANTLY

YOU’RE STILL THE ONE MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAY

YOU PUSH AND PULL TO FEIGN YOUR TRUST IN ME

TIL MY DEPENDENCY BECAME YOUR GUN AGAINST ME ♫[/font]



Dickie doesn’t take his time in heading for the ring. He crosses to one side, doing as he always has done and high-fiving a few select fans with a smile on his face, then doing the same to the opposite side, using both hands to do so. He shares a few, select words with them, pausing as one heckler decides to put him down. He purses his lips, pointing at him, and then turns his finger around and flips off the heckler themselves with a wide smile.



[b][font color="#ff99ff"]HOLLY PEREZ:[/font][/b] From London, England...weighing in at one hundred and seventy six pounds...DICKIE WAAAAAAATTTTSSSSSSSSSSOOOOONNNNNN!!!!



[font color="#9ccb19"]♫ STUCK IN YOUR CAGE LIKE AN ANIMAL

YOUR GREATEST PLEASURE MEANS I’M LOST IN HELL

YOU WANNA KEEP ME LOW

WANNA SEE ME BURN

BUT NOW IS THE TIME WHERE THE TABLES TURN ♫[/font]



Dickie moves towards the ring then, grabbing hold of the bottom rope and uses it to propel him up to the top of the apron. Without hesitation, he moves swiftly onto grabbing the top rope and launching himself over it, landing smoothly in the center of the ring. He grins widely as he looks out on the crowd, almost as if it’s still a humbling experience to be standing in front of so many people week in and week out.



[font color="#9ccb19"]♫ YOU ALWAYS TOOK THE BEST OF ME

BUT I NEVER MEANT TO BE YOUR ENEMY

YOU JUST MADE ME LOOK LIKE FOOL

SO HUSH AND DON’T MAKE A SOUND

YOU’RE THE RABBIT

I’M THE COTTONMOUTH ♫[/font]



Dickie dashes to the southeast turnbuckle closest to the cameras and leaps up to the second rope, leaning on the top with his knees. He needs no assistance and doesn’t grasp the ropes as he stands against the turnbuckle, staring out among the crowd. He leaps back down, jumping to the floor with his combat boots meeting the canvas heavily. With a grin, Dickie enters his corner, smirking slightly at his opponent. He grasps the ropes at the turnbuckle and rams his back into it, squatting down as he puts his weight on the ropes to support him. He launches himself upwards as his music fades out.



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