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Post by undefined on May 23, 2007 14:20:20 GMT -5
The War Games PPV had already started to be promising, but it seemed it was going to get even better, as the blaring guitars of "Hangar 18" by Megadeth hits the stage. The XWA fans in attendance begin to shout in joy as the Titanium Wall, Testudo, immediately stepped out onto the stage. Fans were quick to notice that the gargantuan had bandages wrapped around his head, and the look on his face was of sheer anger and rage. Testudo wasted no time, with a microphone in hand, as he made his way to the ring. His eyes were transfixed onto that one location, blinking very scarcely. As soon as the giant was about three feet away from the ring apron, Testudo picked up his speed slightly and dived forward, sliding into the ring with ease. After doing so, he immediately got up, turning around to face the stage. The microphone that rested in his hand was raised to the face straight away.
"Cut the music!"[/b]
A couple of seconds later, Hangar 18 was completely stopped. the malice and anger that was built within Testudo was showing through his face.
"I'm not here to bullshit with an explanation, say what my feelings are at the moment, or what else I have to say. Thrush, Wesson, I want both of you chicken shits to get down here right now, so I can surprise you bastards like you did to me at TakeDown!"[/b]
You could feel how much rage was building up within the 6'11" veteran, just by listening to the tone of his voice. The microphone he carries was laid to rest by his side, as he awaited the arrival of both Straight Edge wrestlers.
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Post by punch on May 23, 2007 15:26:50 GMT -5
HEEEEEEERE'S !!!JONNY!!!
The voice of the one and ONLY !!!Jonny Punch!!! booms over the PA. He steps out onto the stage, speaking into the !!!Punchaphone!!!
Now, now. Calm down greeny. I'm not here ta' pick a fight with ya'. Oh no. I was backstage listenin' in to what you had to say, and I gotta agree. Straight edge is for PUSSIES who can handle there boos. Or there coke...but that's ALLEGEDLY. All these guys runnin' around thinkin' they're hot shit because they don't do drugs are crampin' things for guys like me. Ya' see, I LOVE drugs. I LOVE beer. I LOVE Women. On there knees anywayz, but that's another story. So here's the deal. Whoever these two assclowns are, you and me ruff 'em up tonight, then we go have us a Sam Adams. Yea. Nothin' like celebritory alcohol to soothe the soul. OH YEA!!! So how bout' it ol' buddy, ol' pal, ol' chum??? [/size][/center] |
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Post by thrush on May 23, 2007 16:37:56 GMT -5
Before Testudo can respond, "True Self" by SOiL begins to play on the PA system. Thrush emerges from backstage to a loud booing... He just grins and shakes it off... He has a microphone in his hand, and he raises it to his lips...
"Now listen to me, Testudo. Take Down, two weeks ago... That was all Wesson. He attacked you from behind. When I joined in? You really should have seen THAT one coming! But, I'm guessing you want a match against us? Hey, its fine with me. If Alex agrees, he can come on out here and say it. If not, then I'll still take you on!"
Some of the boos turn into cheers. Thrush is focused on Testudo... but then turns his attention to Jonny Punch...
"And as for YOU- If you want a piece of us, thats fine with me too. But the thing you don't understand is that this thing between the three of us- Wesson, Testudo and myself- is a personal matter. And if you get caught up in it, you could easily get your head kicked in! And hey, you can say whatever you want about me being Straight Edge. I really don't give a fuck what your general opinion of us is. And no, like everyone might think, I don't think me being Straight Edge makes me better than you. I think my in-ring skills, and my two victories over that Giant you're standing with, make me better than you!"[/color]
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Post by punch on May 23, 2007 16:52:39 GMT -5
Jonny's answer was contrite and kinda' quick given the circumstances...
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...Look at me I'm SHAKING!!! The straight edge WANKSTA is mad. TUFF SHIT!!! You assclowns wear that shit like a god damn badge. And frankly, I really don't like it. OR YOU. Your face makes me wanna hurl.
He mockingly pretends to puke.
Threw up a little in my mouth there. All I here is YAP YAP YAP!!! I'd give you a quarter to buy a clue, but I'm outta loose change. Sorry, dude. I don't give a rats ass about your issue with this guy. Hell, I don't even give a rats ass ABOUT this guy period. Why I'm out here is because I just can't pass up the chance to put my foot up the ass of you straight ass...I mean edge LOSERS. Much less two of you in the same match. OHHHHHHHHHH YEA!!! Get ready to get !!!PUNCH'D!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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Post by undefined on May 23, 2007 18:07:43 GMT -5
"Hehehe..."[/b]
By the look of things, it seems that Testudo had calmed down slightly due to the situation unfolding ahead of him.
"Heh, originally I was planning for a Handicap match, but, due to recent events..."[/b]
A shrug emerges from Testudo's shoulders.
"What the hell. Jonny, you got yourself there a damn good deal."[/b]
A cheer emerges from the audience. It seemed they were happy with the idea of a Tag Match instead of a Handicap match. As the crowd died down from the excitement, Testudo began speaking again.
"By the way... Thrush, find your little buddy as soon as you can, because what I'm about to reveal will only be said once. Earlier, I spoke with management about the discussion of a new type of match they had brewing. I was told the outline, I requested it, they gave the all clear, and now, right here at War Games, it shall be revealed. What is this match you ask? It is what will be known as... a SHOOTFIGHT match."[/b]
A large array of oohs and aahs were released by each audience member in attendance.
"Rules? Simple. No pins. No submissions. No ring-outs. Only way to win is to knock the shit out of the opponent. Which is what I plan to do to both of you Sickly Blunt pricks when I wrap my hands around both of your THROATS!"[/b]
It was after this threat that a chant in Testudo's name began echoing throughout the arena. Whilst the chants went on, Testudo lowered his microphone again, waiting to see Thrush or Jonny's reactions...
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Post by thrush on May 23, 2007 18:19:03 GMT -5
"Testudo, I'm sure you've wrestled me enough to know that I don't give a dam who I face, or what match I wrestle in. If Alex doesn't come out- I'll face you two in a handicap Shootfight."
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Post by thrush on May 24, 2007 14:00:27 GMT -5
After quite some time, Thrush is still standing by himself... He shakes his head.
Some partner he is... You'd think he would have my back!
"Fine then. If he doesn't want to come out here, if Alex wants me to take you on alone, so be it. Its a handicap match!"
Thrush turns to leave...
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Post by punch on May 24, 2007 14:11:22 GMT -5
!!!Jonny!!! gives his trademark laugh before he responds to Thrush's plight.
I love the way that sounds. HANDICAP Match. Because after me and big green are done, that's what you're gonna be. HANDICAPPED!!!
OOOOOOOOOOH YEA!!! !!!JONNY PUNCH!!! has LEFT THE AREA, BEEEEEEEEYOTCH!!!
!!!Jonny!!! looks over to Testudo and gives him a 70's style point and wink, then rolls out of the ring. He hops over the barricade and exits through the crowd. |
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Post by thrush on May 24, 2007 14:15:26 GMT -5
Thrush, who still hasn't walked through the curtain, pauses... And looks back at Testudo still standing in the ring... He sighs... And turns back... Before walking through the curtain, leaving the giant alone...
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Post by undefined on May 26, 2007 4:47:26 GMT -5
Looking around, Testudo was all that's left. Shrugging, he raised his microphone once again.
"So, who else feels slightly disappointed on what the match has become?"[/b]
Most of the audience agrees with the giant's question.
"Well, Thrush's dug his own grave by siding with an unreliable partner. Ahh well."[/b]
The gargantuan shrugged once again, as the sound of Hangar 18 was his cue to exit the area. As he began to slide out of the ring and head towards the ramp, the camera zoomed away and faded to black...
END.
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