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Post by perfect on May 26, 2008 14:23:35 GMT -5
ace of spades plays over the PA system and out walks from the back to a bunch of boos from the city of brotherly love is marcus devine, he slowly walks down to the ring egging the crowd on as he walks, he stops seeing a sign that read "VD stands for vaginal disease" marcus reaches out and grabs it ripping the sign in two and yells at the guy holding it and finally gets into the ring and is handed a mic
can you feel it..i know i can...the love coming from this crowd...it really really makes me
rubs his eyes like he was about to cry
it really makes me proud to be the one you all want to see win wargames..and go on a win at Xgames...
the crowd starts to really boo in no way wanting marcus to win anything but marcus just smiles and acts like they are cheering
now im here right now...to measure up the people in my way...now i know some of these people are not on the same level of popularity as myself...and really who is...so lets get to know them all abit better, because im dying to figure out who the hell are some of these scrubs who think they deserve to be in the ring with perfection...
marcus now waits to see who if anyone of the 17 others will show up..
dont be shy...i know its hard to stand next to someone like me and...
at that moment someones theme plays
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Post by adam on May 26, 2008 15:25:50 GMT -5
It was the entrance theme of Adam Devlin. The boos for Devine turn into cheers quickly as Adam enters the arena. He walks down to the ring and joins Devine in the ring. He's supplied a mic, and begins his response.
Marky Mark Devine. What can I say really? Where do I even start? I think I'll start from the top actually. You come out here and talk about how you're gonna win WarGames, and then go on to win The Last Dance. Getting a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle ahead of ourselves, aren't we? Let's look at this objectively, shall we? In your singles career, how many matches have you won? Who have you defeated, really?
He pauses for a moment, as if waiting for a response.
I'll answer that one for you. Ramm. One man. And granted he's an impressive specimen, he's one man. Let's see you take on...I dunno...ANYONE else involved in WarGames tonight. Or anyone for that matter, and lose a few times. I wonder how full of yourself you'll be then? You see, you're the prime example of the type of guys Primo or Magnus bitch about. The guy who gets a little success and thinks they're the next Bruno Sanmartino. Sorry, Marky. You're gonna have to pay a few more dues before that happens.
As the crowd cheers him on, Adam digs in even more.
And while we're on the subject of paying dues, what have you done in your career really? I know what I've done. I've kicked ass. I've taken names. I've beaten up and down this ring. I've beaten AND lost to some of the best this business has to offer. That's earning my dues. That's getting my respect. There isn't a guy backstage who can say that I don't lay it on the line every night. But you? What have you done? I'll answer that one, too.
Ride Robby Sylks coat tails.
A collective "oooooooooooooooooh" comes from the crowd.
I mean, lets go all the way back to last year. Robby Sylk has become one of the most well known talents in XWA. He's become a self made superstar. Yea, he's a freakin' jackass with a Jim Morrison fetish BIG TIME, but he's a guy, much like me, who's paid his dues. So as much as I, along with everyone else...could do without him talking ON and ON about how great he is, he's earned that right. You? You haven't. You're not even CLOSE to having earned it. As far as I'm concerned, and I say this being one of the XWA old dogs whose seen the evolution of Viewer Discretion, You're Sylk's dead weight. You've got two kinds of Tag Teams. You've got teams like TSF, The Mobstaz, hell...even The Bruzas who contribute equally to the team. VD has been ROBBY SYLK...and Marcus Devine. I don't even know why he even keeps your ass around. No wait...it's because you're the only one that'll actually listen to him and not puke. Gotcha.
Adam gives him an antagonistic "Thumbs Up".
Now as for you winning it all tonight. Who knows. You might just do it. Or you might be one of the guys left walking out of the door of that cage AFTER the bell rings as opposed to climbing out of it before it. Point is, don't talk about it. BE ABOUT IT. Because you're talk, a lot like that Mullet Tail of yours...is pretty damn cheap.
Adam throws down the gauntlet, setting the stage for the next response.
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Post by perfect on May 26, 2008 16:35:13 GMT -5
marcus who was now visibly angry, raises the mic back to his lips
coat tails? i ride no ones coat tails! you see just gonna touch on myself and robby for a second..viewer discretion the best team in XWA....not only the best together but the best apart...so you can take the idea of riding his coat tails and shove it...
marcus getting rather flustered at the fact that adam tore him down abit there
this entire show tonight...this season...hell this company will soon belong to viewer discretion...weither that be myself as world champion and robby the next best or robby as world champion and myself the next best...one thing you fail to see adam...is myself and robby are like brothers...we look out for the next...
now that, that idea is out of the way...ill address something else you said...paying my dues...i may have not been in this game as much as some people...but perfection is breed...i was trained by perfection....wrestled perfectly...its people like me who are tailor made for this spot...im not saying this is my bench point...im just saying its one of the many lifts in my run here in XWA....and i dont think im gonna be one of the greatest because i embarrassed Ramm three times...i know it because i was born to know it, some people fight tooth and nail to become good not great but good...but some its just in their genes to become great
marcus leans on the ropes while looking at adam
you may say you put it on the line every time you step out there...but have have you done? not to much in the way of winning gold...you see im a former and most likely soon to be world tag team champion..a pair of titles viewer discretion earned as a unit...what more have you done? let me think...the only thing poping in my head is losing when it counts...and only the strong where you failed again..dont judge me when you have nothing more to show for it...
because in my eyes...close calls and so close...and good matches...dont put money in your pocket...its getting it done...grabbing what you want..and having perfect match...and thats what and who i am...
the fans start to boo marcus loudly
i am perfection....i am the ace of spades...i am the perfect trump card...and tonight you and the other 16 will know that marcus devine..carries out what he's after by hook..or crook
marcus cooling down abit stands on the first top to get a better look at adam
so turn my words on me all you want..run me down verbly...try and tick me off more...because when its all done tonight you will see that after tonight your just another stepping stone.
marcus now waits to hear adam's return while the fans already start to try to run him down with chants of ass hole, marcus smiles and holds his heart yelling back "i love you too dont worrie you will all see you love me back, your just to dumb to see it yet"
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Post by adam on May 26, 2008 16:59:33 GMT -5
Adam's eyes light up at the amount of BS just spewed. It was almost comical hearing Devine "try" to justify his short comings as a wrestler, then turn to the points of Adam's career. With baited anticipation, Adam responds.
Perfection? The best team in XWA? Dude...are you even listening to yourself? You must really talk for the sake of hearing your own slimely lil' voice, huh? Last I checked, the last Tag Team match you and Sylky boy had, you two got D-STROYED by The Bruzas, who went on to win the tag team titles you covet so highly. Seriously, I had to turn my head away from the monitor they made you two jerkoff look so bad. But I'll give you that much, you did show perfection in that match. How to take a PERFECT ass kicking. Good job.
Again, another antagonzing thumbs up.
And bringing up my lack of championships? I'd expect a simpleton like you to take the easy joke. Yea, I've still to win a title in XWA. But I'm also considered one of the "Top 5" in XWA as far as popularity AND talent. I wonder why that is? Oh wait, I know why. Because I don't beat my meat at being a champion like you do. I do this for the love of this business. For the love of these fans. Because I was once a fan myself. And when the certain falls on my career, I'll take being remembered as being one of the best performers in history over just some punk who lusted for titles any day. Take a look out into the stands?
Adam points out to the fans.
That's a packed arena of 21,600 people who could give a RATS ASS if you win, lose, or get carted outta here by the EMTs. But those same 21,600 people showed up here to see guys like me, who BLEED this business, come out here and do what we love to do. That's the difference between you and me. All you see is dollar
signs. It's just "Me me me. I'm a bigger name then you because I'm perfection BLAH BLAH BLAH!" Trust me, I've got WAY more to show for my career then you, without a title to my name. Because I have these people's respect.
The crowd comes alive with a standing ovation for Adam.
And win or lose tonight, when I leave this arena, I'll STILL have their respect. And the respect of everyone in the back. And the respect of the kid walking down the street that runs into me and asks for an autograph. Because I was that kid once. And that kid might just be me in 10 years. THAT'S my championship. And I'll wear that title proudly until the day I can't wrestle anymore.
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Post by Magnus Von Schwartz on May 26, 2008 18:06:04 GMT -5
Immediately after Devlin finishes his speech, the sound of Magnus' them begins to play, and yet another man chosen to partake in this War Games match makes his appearance. Marching to the ring, his face is as cringed as can be. Finally he reaches the confines of the ring and looks up towards the cage hanging from the rafters and then the two men in the ring.
As I look of at this structure, this...steel cage, as I fathom the concept of this War Games match, in every conceivable way I should see it as nothing more than yet another barbaric cavalcade devised for nothing more than the sadistic pleasure of screaming fans. These fans whom you Mr. Devlin cherish so much. These people who I have to subject myself to even sharing the same breathing space of. Philadelphia...how can a city rooted so much in this nation's history be such a cesspool? It's as ironic as it is poetic, but I digress...
As the boos rain down he continues...
Upon my further musings, I realize that there is actually nothing barbaric about this. In fact, it in more ways than can be imagined hearkens back to the days of the Colosseum and the gladiators of Rome and Greece who fought and bled and even died for the honor of battle and purity of sport. That is where the similarities die themselves however, for between hearing the idiotic banter of fools such as O'Dell, MG and Osiris Alston, to hearing the same drivel from the likes of you, I can say with no recourse that there is but one true gladiator in this match aside from myself. One, only one whom is worthy to call him a gentleman warrior as I do, and that is the man named Primo Valiante. To you my good man, I look forward to facing you in the final leg of this contest in respectful combat.
My only disappointment is that in order to face one of his his caliber I first must have to tolerate being in the presence of ones of YOUR caliber. The pathetic wretches and farces that you Americans call professional wrestlers. The fact that it is not even necessary to even pin or make one submit to advance furthers my point that men like you Mr. Devlin are suited more for shouting matches than wrestling matches. In fair and balanced combat I am am undaunted. It would take a fool like you or those others backstage an advantage such as that cage above or a weapon to even stand a chance against me, or even that finicky mistress luck, whom as she would have it has granted Syrus Sykes an opportunity to become the World Champion after it is that I defeated him soundly in a true WRESTLING match.
Let me be frank and honest with you, I care not of what you've done or not done, and the same can be said for anyone else who has been chosen. The only concern of mine is that you and potentially 4 other men stand in the way of me attaining something of value that only a certain few truly deserve...of which you are not one of them. That being said, I shall attain that prize and you can continue to banter and bicker on as much as like when it's all over, for that will be my only business in this matter, as it should be yours.
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Post by Keith Wyle on May 26, 2008 21:08:02 GMT -5
Keith theme starts up as he walks out to crowd, the ovation is like nothing else cause....well.....Keith is like nothing else  with Mic in hand he yawns loudly into the Mic as Magnus finishes up speech... Stop! stop! stop! damn that was so incredibly boring...The crowd continues to cheer for Keith as he continues Damn I mean if ain't Devine doing.....what ever the hell he does and my man Devlin who I still don't have a problem with I mean he's a upstanding guy who puts on some good matches, if not you two doing what you two do then we have..
Moving his hand up and down as he points at Magnus
...you, "The King of Sport" Magnanamus....Magneto.....what ever the hell your name is... you come out here and begin some of the most boring BS I've ever heard...about the talent and the people who pay to see us put on a show and quite honestly I had to come out here and save the show I mean people come to see a show and you are not very entertaining, but what I don't understand is that if you don't like it here Maggie then do us all a favor get the hell on....The crowd lights up for The Wyldman as he waits for it to die down a little bit ....and as for you three and everyone else I offer this one piece of advice...stay outta my way and you'll be fine, get in my way and I'll ruin your night |
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Post by scott on May 27, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
Just then, The Headlinerz theme, Disturbed's "I'm Alive" cues over the PA. To the stage steps Tommy Tryton, Osiris Alston and Scott O'Dell. The Headlinerz, en mass. All three of them had mics, but it of course was Scott who took vanguard.
Now now, Children. If you keep on bickering like this, Daddy won't be giving you all Jello.
Focus from all in the ring quickly turns to Scott's sophomoric quip.
Now that I've got all of your attention, allow me to burst all of your bubbles. As you can see, All three of us are out here, because all three of us are in War Games. What that bottom lines to, gentlemen...is that there is a 1 in 6 chance that the winner of War Games, will be a Headliner. I like those odds. Doesn't matter which one of us it is really, as long as we steal the show tonight. Yea, we know that it's every man for himself. And if it comes down to two...or even tall three of us making into the final match, well...we've all resigned to the fact that the best man's gotta win. Simple as that.
Scott scratches his chin...
But here's where I'm a lil' confused. Each one of you have come out here and talked yourselves up as you always do. Adam, with his Pride and Honor crap. Magnus, with his high and mighty crap. Devine, with his "I'm so perfect" crap. And you Keith, with crap...PERIOD. But you all fail to realize that it doesn't MATTER how good you are in the ring tonight. The winner of this whole thing is gonna be the cagiest, craftiest, sneakiest son of a bitch in the ring. The guy who's wise enough to let everyone else beat the hell out of each other, and then innocently climb to safety when everyone's half dead. Sounds like something we would do, doesn't it, fellas?
Scott looks to Tommy & Osiris, who were in complete agreement.
Now before one of you simple minded kooks come out with the easy joke about how I LOST my shot at the World Title to Bain at Vendetta. At least I'm always IN the running for the World Title. That's what happens when you're the Franchise, folks. I mean, on one end, you've got Magnus, who's spent the last two months getting it handed to Mr. 70's Supa' Explosion, Adam, who's started out this year much like he did last year, with more L's then W's, Devine, who's claim to fame right now is beating a ROOKIE, and Keith, who's actually managed to LOSE to someone of the Dixon gene pool. Keith...buddy. Seriously. How the HELL do you lose to someone who came from the same loins that produced CHET DIXON? It baffles me, dude. Really.
Scott shakes his head. Scott leaves things open for either his comrades or another competitor to speak up.
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Post by Keith Wyle on May 27, 2008 21:00:23 GMT -5
Keith doesn't waste a second to respond
This coming from the guy who every couple days says he's gonna be world champ, the guy who says he's the best world champ past, present or future yet when he gets that one on one shot he loses?!?! I mean really Scotty come on, at least when I talk smack I don't jam my foot all the way down my throat.
The crowd agrees, naturally
and as for that little 1 in 6 ratio about you and your boys having a chance to win this event I think you might wanna pull back on that called shot I mean like I said you don't have such a good percentage when it comes to gettin them right...dare I say that now that you called it all three of you will probably get knocked out the very first round.
You know what now that Keith says it, that actually makes sense
What?!?
Think about it Scott said he was gonna win the battle royal for the title he didn't, he said he was gonna beat Bain for the world title, he didn't. Let's not forget last year when he said he was gonna win the title in the Devil's playground match and we all know how that went. Scott over/under when it comes to him calling his shot is not so hot
I can see your point....
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Post by MG on May 27, 2008 21:09:12 GMT -5
MG is walking threw the crowd with his the members of TNN. MG stands in front with a mic and his hand and he stops.
Oh oh oh!
Did I miss the gun party! Looks like everybody here shooting each other tonight! Damn man why didn't you invite the gangsta. I got 18 rounds for 18 clowns baby!
Buzz: Oh no.
Roach: He's here.
Yeah, fat ass I'm here! Scotty 2 Hotty! You and your guys ain't Headling because I did a little of countulating. It''s 6 men every match. And if you and Tommy are in the same match that means that the both of you have to fight. Which meaning that if Scotty wins it can only BE OA vs. MG vs. Scott. Riiiight! So that means that I win by default because it's clear that I'm better then every body in this show put together. It's just that I never got the chance to come to a match sobber.
MG points a gun symbol at Ketih
Oh! Shoot me baby. I wanted your ass since I met you after that graveyard match. I can't wait until get in that match so I really give these idiots the satisfaction of your ass on the ground K.O. by my right and left combo.
MG points his hands at Adam
Remember at Only the Strong when you doubted me beating King and guess what? I was on top like a true King. Don't you doubt me again before I sick pitbulls on ya. You devil praising; fear fealing; little punk ass.
MG point his hands Magnus with boos spilting all over the crowd.
I heard Magnus stand for greatness. Well I haven't seen that yet. From the looks of it your Sucknus which stands for Suckness. I don't know how many times I got to stress this but you lose to this.
MG points at a skinny guy with a afro and a Syrus shirt on
Come on.
Marcus......
The whole TNN starts to laught at him because he just sucks and the fans cheers "Marcus Suxs".
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Post by punch on May 27, 2008 21:43:48 GMT -5
*All of a sudden, an image pops up on the Jumbotron*  *Followed by a candid message from you know who* *Then Punch's ugly mug pops up on the screen*
Fellas. Fellas. Please. My god damn ears can't take much more of this. I feel like digging my ear drums out with a screw driver just listening to this drivel. Scotty-boy, love ta' death. But fi you're bankin' on you, the metro sexual and Oscar Robertson stealin' the show, you're out of it.
MG? PLEASE!!! What has the English language done to you to deserve to be mangled so badly by you? I swear ta' fuckin' GOD I didn't understand a word that just came out of your mouth. Do they speak a different tongue in Newark these days? Eh, who cares.
Adam? Er...you're cool. I like the shirt. But I've got one too...
Which is STILL available at the XWA online store for 20 quid. BUY IT!!! I need beer money.Who's that leave? Oh, the big ass German and the guy I never heard of. Don't you carry Robby Sylk's bags from the Airport? Must be a sucky ass gig, eh Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuddy? *Punch takes a swig of his Sam Jackson Beer* How about we all call a spade a spade...I fuckin' hate playin' cards. Fuckin' Aces. Where was I? Oh yea. How about everyone out there shut there pie holes and get their minds right on gettin' their minds right for the match. Do you see say, Primo out there making as ass of himself? Nooooooooooooope. Or Morning Star? Nuh uh. Jeff Heaven? Nooooooo sir. Why? Because rather then come down to the ring and waste airtime, they're right here in the back, gettin' ready for the match. Just like me. Of course I'm doin' it in my own special way.*Punch holds up something that you...uhm..."smoke", and takes a pull* Nothin' like a lil' leafy motivation. I'd love to shot the shit with you guys a bit more, but I need to go beat my meat to that new Amber pictorial... ...again. CHEERS, BITCHES!!!*And just like that, Punch was gone. But sadly, the smell of beer and Mary Jane wasn't* |
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with Mic in hand he yawns loudly into the Mic as Magnus finishes up speech...
