Post by fin on Dec 6, 2008 18:56:43 GMT -5
Finesse was fuming backstage. Devil's Night had drawn to a close, and for yet another show, championship gold had escaped him. And what was worse, it was at the hands of the man who he had fast began to loathe, Primo. Despite the fact that he and Hayden and done their best to take Primo out of the equation, the tactical mastermind managed to create enough distance to secure the pin on Hayden, and Finesse was to far out of position to stop the count. He sits backstage in the locker room, a wet towel draped over his head.
This is some bull. How the hell is it that I can't beat that chump? I know he's good, but he ain't that good. This is making no kinda' damn sense. And now thanks to me being outta' position, Primo is National Champion. I'm never gonna hear the end of this until I put his Roman ass down myself. But how? Do I challenge him for the title at XGames? Do I wait for my chance in 2009? Damn...I hate being in spots like this.[/size]
The towel over his head covered his vision, but his attention was grabbed when a voice would speak out to him from the distance.
This is some bull. How the hell is it that I can't beat that chump? I know he's good, but he ain't that good. This is making no kinda' damn sense. And now thanks to me being outta' position, Primo is National Champion. I'm never gonna hear the end of this until I put his Roman ass down myself. But how? Do I challenge him for the title at XGames? Do I wait for my chance in 2009? Damn...I hate being in spots like this.[/size]
The towel over his head covered his vision, but his attention was grabbed when a voice would speak out to him from the distance.