Post by scott on Nov 27, 2007 11:29:10 GMT -5
The music of Scott O'Dell that sounds over the PA. O'Dell enters MSG with his usual antagonizing smirk. With a swagger in his step, he makes his way to ringside. He ascends the ring steps and upon entering gives the PA announcer and the ref a questionable look up and down. He makes his way to the ropes, and after being handed a mic turns and addresses Kristin...
Last week I relieved some MUCH needed stress in putting my foot SQUARELY up the ass of Chet Dixon. I mean seriously, did that big for nothing idiot REALLY think he stood and chance against me? ME!!!
XWA's 1st World Champion? The FRANCHISE of this company? The man that EVERYONE wants to be? I think NOT. The man is XWA's version of New York Knicks. Everyone loves them to death, but we ALL know they're bound to screw up MISERABLY in the end.
A hissing boo permeates from the New York at Scott's crack on the home town team.
Unlike of course My L.A. Lakers. Sure Kobe wants to be traded, but at least we still WIN games. At least we still play with Class. Hell, L.A.'s SOOOOOOOOOOOO much a better city the New York, even JOE TORRE decided it was a better place to park his ass then this port-a-potty of a city.
The boos grow even louder. A loud "O'Dell Sucks" reigns out from the crowd.
Not as much as your Mets do. HAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAA!!!
Roach: Scotty's in rare form tonight, isn't he? I hope he's got a ride outta here, he might have some folks from Queens waiting for him in the parking lot.
Buzz: His ego's so big he'd probably just float back to LA on his own.
Eating up the dismay of the crowd, Scott continues...
But tonight, I'm not here to address second rate superstars. Guys like Dixon. Or Kayn. Or the career LOSER Curtis. Or our soon to be FORMER champ, Wyle. I'm here to address a man who actually HAS some kind of pedigree. That man? You're home town hero...Jayson Jones.
The MSG crowd roars in approval at mention of Jay-J's name. Scott shakes his head before continuing.
I'm gonna keep it short and simple. I'm CALLIN' YOU OUT. Since you've come to XWA, not a single soul has beat you. You beat fire and flames outta that 25 Cent...I mean MG. You put the boots to Sabastien Gallas. And yes, even Brent Starr fumbled the ball and lost to you twice. But there's a difference between them and me. The difference?
Scott motions his arms as if presenting himself.
I'm Scott O'Dell. And that's all the difference I need. So tonight, in the very arena that the O'Dell era began, I put yet ANOTHER feather in my cap, by taking on "The King Of New York", and beating him SENSELESS in front of all of his subjects. All of these loud, foul mouth idiots called "New Yawkaz". So what's say you, Jones? Up for becoming the latest in what's been a long, Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong list of men who bowed down to my greatness? Or are you to yellow to get beat in front of your home town.
Scott lowers his mic. As the crowd reacts to his challenge, Scott simply smirks. He looks to the entrance way and waits for the arrival of Jones.
Last week I relieved some MUCH needed stress in putting my foot SQUARELY up the ass of Chet Dixon. I mean seriously, did that big for nothing idiot REALLY think he stood and chance against me? ME!!!
XWA's 1st World Champion? The FRANCHISE of this company? The man that EVERYONE wants to be? I think NOT. The man is XWA's version of New York Knicks. Everyone loves them to death, but we ALL know they're bound to screw up MISERABLY in the end.A hissing boo permeates from the New York at Scott's crack on the home town team.
Unlike of course My L.A. Lakers. Sure Kobe wants to be traded, but at least we still WIN games. At least we still play with Class. Hell, L.A.'s SOOOOOOOOOOOO much a better city the New York, even JOE TORRE decided it was a better place to park his ass then this port-a-potty of a city.
The boos grow even louder. A loud "O'Dell Sucks" reigns out from the crowd.
Not as much as your Mets do. HAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAA!!!
Roach: Scotty's in rare form tonight, isn't he? I hope he's got a ride outta here, he might have some folks from Queens waiting for him in the parking lot.
Buzz: His ego's so big he'd probably just float back to LA on his own.
Eating up the dismay of the crowd, Scott continues...
But tonight, I'm not here to address second rate superstars. Guys like Dixon. Or Kayn. Or the career LOSER Curtis. Or our soon to be FORMER champ, Wyle. I'm here to address a man who actually HAS some kind of pedigree. That man? You're home town hero...Jayson Jones.
The MSG crowd roars in approval at mention of Jay-J's name. Scott shakes his head before continuing.
I'm gonna keep it short and simple. I'm CALLIN' YOU OUT. Since you've come to XWA, not a single soul has beat you. You beat fire and flames outta that 25 Cent...I mean MG. You put the boots to Sabastien Gallas. And yes, even Brent Starr fumbled the ball and lost to you twice. But there's a difference between them and me. The difference?
Scott motions his arms as if presenting himself.
I'm Scott O'Dell. And that's all the difference I need. So tonight, in the very arena that the O'Dell era began, I put yet ANOTHER feather in my cap, by taking on "The King Of New York", and beating him SENSELESS in front of all of his subjects. All of these loud, foul mouth idiots called "New Yawkaz". So what's say you, Jones? Up for becoming the latest in what's been a long, Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong list of men who bowed down to my greatness? Or are you to yellow to get beat in front of your home town.
Scott lowers his mic. As the crowd reacts to his challenge, Scott simply smirks. He looks to the entrance way and waits for the arrival of Jones.