Post by epic on Aug 24, 2009 7:55:30 GMT -5
Backstage, the cameras find the gorgeous Fabiola standing backstage with one of the XWA's new faces, the man slated to face DJT tonight, Scott Epic.
"Well, Mike and Buzz, I'm backstage with yet another one of the many new faces that have entered XWA, Scott Epic, and Scott? I'm wanting to get your thoughts on your upcoming debut?"
Eyes hidden behind a pair of obnoxious sunglasses, Scott only nods his head as he's listening to the words come out of Fab'scocksuckermouth, before inhaling deeply and giving a brief huff of an exhale.
Well, it goes simply like this. XWA don't know just what kind of big deal it's got on its hands, and it is easily the biggest gawddamn story of the TakeDown day, if ya ask me...
"So you're saying that you're bigger than the Invasion brawl that we just witnessed?"
Quiet lady. A man is talking.
Out from the arena, boos fill the air as he just disrespects their beloved host...
See, Scott Epic is a pedestal that XWA has longed for. No longer do they have to look for shock value in a bunch of guys with roided up tits and little dicks fighting in a turf war. No longer do they gotta try to siphon out some sort of entertainment from a couple of tatted up, butched broads that seem to fear any type of confrontation before the inevitable cat-fight. No, now they've got me to look forward to.
Baby, you ask me what thoughts are runnin' through my head?
It's all the thoughts of the increased responsibility.
"I'm not your baby..." ran through her mind, but he didn't give her a spare moment to shut him up. Finally, he seemed to be in the middle of catching a breath after his latest, egocentric remark...
"Responsibility? For what? Owning a Street Fighter record makes you a big deal? I can't wait for an XXL, Syrus, or Genesis beat-down to come your way..."
Be that as it may... what I'm responsible for is being the shining light that these people tune in week in, week out for. What I'm responsible for, is that the epicequalswin.com crowd is faithfully represented. What I'm responsible for is turning Takedown into once again being must-see TV...
"Right, and a relative no-name is going to do that?"
Watch and learn, woman. Watch and learn. At the end of the day, just as DJT's ghetto ass is 'bout to find out... It's all in all gonna be an EPIC WIN.
EPIC WIN for me over his toy-ass.
EPIC WIN for XWA to finally have their hands on a hot commodity...
and EPIC FAIL for anyone and everyone that gets in my way.
FOR...
THE...
WIN.
Running his hand through his wet hair, Scott flings the residue at Fab, walking off the camera after beefing up his big ego. Now, he just has to practice what he's just preached. Fabiola watches his long overdue exit in disgust.
"Well, Mike and Buzz, I'm backstage with yet another one of the many new faces that have entered XWA, Scott Epic, and Scott? I'm wanting to get your thoughts on your upcoming debut?"
Eyes hidden behind a pair of obnoxious sunglasses, Scott only nods his head as he's listening to the words come out of Fab's
Well, it goes simply like this. XWA don't know just what kind of big deal it's got on its hands, and it is easily the biggest gawddamn story of the TakeDown day, if ya ask me...
"So you're saying that you're bigger than the Invasion brawl that we just witnessed?"
Quiet lady. A man is talking.
Out from the arena, boos fill the air as he just disrespects their beloved host...
See, Scott Epic is a pedestal that XWA has longed for. No longer do they have to look for shock value in a bunch of guys with roided up tits and little dicks fighting in a turf war. No longer do they gotta try to siphon out some sort of entertainment from a couple of tatted up, butched broads that seem to fear any type of confrontation before the inevitable cat-fight. No, now they've got me to look forward to.
Baby, you ask me what thoughts are runnin' through my head?
It's all the thoughts of the increased responsibility.
"I'm not your baby..." ran through her mind, but he didn't give her a spare moment to shut him up. Finally, he seemed to be in the middle of catching a breath after his latest, egocentric remark...
"Responsibility? For what? Owning a Street Fighter record makes you a big deal? I can't wait for an XXL, Syrus, or Genesis beat-down to come your way..."
Be that as it may... what I'm responsible for is being the shining light that these people tune in week in, week out for. What I'm responsible for, is that the epicequalswin.com crowd is faithfully represented. What I'm responsible for is turning Takedown into once again being must-see TV...
"Right, and a relative no-name is going to do that?"
Watch and learn, woman. Watch and learn. At the end of the day, just as DJT's ghetto ass is 'bout to find out... It's all in all gonna be an EPIC WIN.
EPIC WIN for me over his toy-ass.
EPIC WIN for XWA to finally have their hands on a hot commodity...
and EPIC FAIL for anyone and everyone that gets in my way.
FOR...
THE...
WIN.
Running his hand through his wet hair, Scott flings the residue at Fab, walking off the camera after beefing up his big ego. Now, he just has to practice what he's just preached. Fabiola watches his long overdue exit in disgust.