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Post by scott on Dec 5, 2008 20:16:26 GMT -5
Scott hobbles himself backstage after a rather one sided loss to Sryus Sykes. The blood running down his face was still fresh, seeping between his fingers as he tried to hold the gash on his head close as he made his way to the backstage doctors. He's approached by Fabiola not to soon after coming on camera.
Wow, Scott. Y...you don't look so hot.
Tell me something I don't know. But you see this? This means nothing. All it means is tonight, Sykes got one over on me. I'm not a brawler, Fabiola. I'm a wrestler. A NCAA Division 1A All American. A NCAA National Champion. A two time XWA World Champion. I'm still one of the best wrestlers in the game. And that's the key word, sweety. Wrestler. Syrus did a good job in showing that he can win in a fight. When there's no rules, I'd expect nothing less from a guy like him. Yea, he's beat me twice, three times if you count the tag match a few weeks ago. But if there's one thing everyone in this business, and damn sure in this company should know, it's that the race to the top is a marathon, not a sprint. So let Syrus live it up that he's got my blood on his hands. Let him enjoy it and wear it like a badge of honor. Because when all is said and done, that's all he'll be wearing. I'll be the one wearing the XWA World Title. Scott O'Dell always saves the best for last. And trust me...you ain't seen nothin' yet.
With a smirk, Scott continues on his way to get stitched up.
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