Post by Sushi-X on Aug 15, 2008 21:01:37 GMT -5
Sushi-X's "X Gon Give It To Ya" plays over the loudspeakers, as the crowd rises to its feet. Sushi-X is walking a little slower than usual, still feeling the effects of a post-Independence Day show fight with "8-Ball" Brian Dawson. Under the mask, his head is bandaged and is slightly bruised. His ribs are also taped under the shirt. X rolls under the bottom rope instead of climbing in between the middle and top ropes. X demands the mic from the ring announcer.
Cut my music off.
The cheers grow as the ninja from Chicago raises the mic to speak.
I don't know... if any of you saw it. You probably didn't see it that night. Unless you were among the first to leave the show. But you may have heard about it from a friend, or a friend of a friend, or even on the XWA website. I got into a little scuffle with a member of a group I used to be in. You remember TNN, don't you?
The crowd boos at the mere mention of the name.
You see, me, MG, and 8-Ball were going to be the dominant force in this company. But as things usually go in this business, the best laid plans... yadda, yadda, yadda. Anyways, MG fired my ass, next thing you know he's main eventing. Rest assured, brother, you'll get yours down the line.
The crowd cheers as Sushi-X clutches his ribs, obviously as a result of the beating he took and gave at Independence Day.
But I turn my attention to one Brian "8-Ball" Dawson. You see, he's the reason for my limp. For my aches. For my pains. For what the doctors called "a Grade I concussion". For those that hadn't seen it, take a look at this.
The video plays of the fight between 8-Ball and Sushi-X outside the MSG parking lot.
Mike: This apparently took place outside the Garden just as the show ended, and OH! that kick to the head by Sushi-X, but it wasn't over there.
Buzz: Right on, you see 8-Ball laying those lefts and rights to the pretty face of Sushi-X, but hey, he's been needing a makeover for a long time.
Mike: Well, that's your opinion, but this thing goes on for quite a bit before security and NYPD had to break this thing up. Both had to be taken to the hospital for their injuries. No word on the injuries 8-Ball's suffered, but X basically spelled out his injuries: a grade one concussion, broken ribs, head trauma to name a few.
Buzz: And he's out here tonight? He's either really brave or really crazy. What's he doing here?
Ok, ok, cut it off.
Sushi-X reaches into his pocket to pull out a piece of paper.
This piece of paper... I got from the doctors that looked at me... said I should sit out a month to heal up. You know what I say to that?
Sushi-X tears the paper and stomps it on the canvas as the crowd cheers.
Buzz: What is he doing? He's nuts to be doing this!
I say fuck that! I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines. I didn't get two wins over one of the greatest in the history of the sport when no one said I could by sitting on my ass! I'm not waiting for a clearance! No doctors, no trainers! I came here to fight! BRIAN DAWSON! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!
Mike: He's calling out 8-Ball for a fight, Buzz!
Buzz: I'm not sure what he's thinking. He's not even officially cleared to wrestle tonight.
I came out here to beat somebody's ass, so if you're not coming out, get me somebody.
Cut my music off.
The cheers grow as the ninja from Chicago raises the mic to speak.
I don't know... if any of you saw it. You probably didn't see it that night. Unless you were among the first to leave the show. But you may have heard about it from a friend, or a friend of a friend, or even on the XWA website. I got into a little scuffle with a member of a group I used to be in. You remember TNN, don't you?
The crowd boos at the mere mention of the name.
You see, me, MG, and 8-Ball were going to be the dominant force in this company. But as things usually go in this business, the best laid plans... yadda, yadda, yadda. Anyways, MG fired my ass, next thing you know he's main eventing. Rest assured, brother, you'll get yours down the line.
The crowd cheers as Sushi-X clutches his ribs, obviously as a result of the beating he took and gave at Independence Day.
But I turn my attention to one Brian "8-Ball" Dawson. You see, he's the reason for my limp. For my aches. For my pains. For what the doctors called "a Grade I concussion". For those that hadn't seen it, take a look at this.
The video plays of the fight between 8-Ball and Sushi-X outside the MSG parking lot.
Mike: This apparently took place outside the Garden just as the show ended, and OH! that kick to the head by Sushi-X, but it wasn't over there.
Buzz: Right on, you see 8-Ball laying those lefts and rights to the pretty face of Sushi-X, but hey, he's been needing a makeover for a long time.
Mike: Well, that's your opinion, but this thing goes on for quite a bit before security and NYPD had to break this thing up. Both had to be taken to the hospital for their injuries. No word on the injuries 8-Ball's suffered, but X basically spelled out his injuries: a grade one concussion, broken ribs, head trauma to name a few.
Buzz: And he's out here tonight? He's either really brave or really crazy. What's he doing here?
Ok, ok, cut it off.
Sushi-X reaches into his pocket to pull out a piece of paper.
This piece of paper... I got from the doctors that looked at me... said I should sit out a month to heal up. You know what I say to that?
Sushi-X tears the paper and stomps it on the canvas as the crowd cheers.
Buzz: What is he doing? He's nuts to be doing this!
I say fuck that! I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines. I didn't get two wins over one of the greatest in the history of the sport when no one said I could by sitting on my ass! I'm not waiting for a clearance! No doctors, no trainers! I came here to fight! BRIAN DAWSON! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!
Mike: He's calling out 8-Ball for a fight, Buzz!
Buzz: I'm not sure what he's thinking. He's not even officially cleared to wrestle tonight.
I came out here to beat somebody's ass, so if you're not coming out, get me somebody.
