Too late? Better you don't come at all.

by Kevin McKain







Here ¢ome$ The Moneeeey





And the already cheering fans stand on their feet still, cheering for the man about to emerge from the back. “The Money” blasted through the PA system, making everyone want to dance along, as the man himself pushed past the curtain out onto the stage with a smirk. Carrying a sledgehammer over his right shoulder, and a steel chair in his left hand, he stopped at the top of the ramp. Knowing he wouldn’t be well received at ringside, he took a moment. Wearing a black leather jacket, white shirt, black sunglasses, and loose fit blue jeans, he allowed the men and women down at the base of the ramp shift somewhat, knowing that Kevin meant to stand beside them. Not sure what side he’d take exactly, they divvied up to two sides of the ring, and that’s when Kevin McKain began walking to the ring.

Once at the base of the ring, he flicked his left wrist, and the base of the chair shot out, forcing the legs outward and to stick in place. He walked over and around the ring towards the corner missing the staircase, and planted it firmly on the mat, as he took off his coat and glasses.

Taking a look around, he examined his surroundings, catching a glance from each and everyone, none of which seemed too good for him. He gripped the sledge tight, and sat down, knowing his job was just to keep order, and hope that he could make the outcome fair and unbiased in the end.

As he sat, he awaited the next moment of the match to occur, whether it be another visitor, or the start of the contest finally…



Posted on Mar 30, 2007, 6:37 PM

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