Post by genocide on Mar 14, 2009 20:52:04 GMT -5
:: The scene opens as Genocide is standing in the middle of the ring, with a microphone in hand. ::
Genocide:
Well, it is no secret that you and SubScorpion are brothers. Both of you are subpar talents and have, hands down, the stupidest nicknames in wrestling history! You call yourself the "Hungry Animal" and I intend on treating you as such. Last Saturday was a small sampling of what I can do to you, or anyone else for that matter. The fact that the TWA booking committe has booked a "Falls Count Anywhere" match between you and I shows that the TWA has some sick and twisted people in high places. Seems like they've got a bloodlust and there will be blood, most of it yours. You're no threat to me, our match is nothing more than what is to come of those who get in my path. You, DeathRay, made the mistake of focusing more on your brother than me and you paid the price. But this week, it's you and me, no rules. And after I have beaten you like the dog you are it's on to March of Pain where I will be crowned the TWA Intercontinental Champion!
:: Genocide drops the microphone as his entrance music, "Broken Hands" by Lamb of God blares over the arena PA system. Genocide exits the ring and walks up the ramp as the scene fades. ::
Genocide:
Well, it is no secret that you and SubScorpion are brothers. Both of you are subpar talents and have, hands down, the stupidest nicknames in wrestling history! You call yourself the "Hungry Animal" and I intend on treating you as such. Last Saturday was a small sampling of what I can do to you, or anyone else for that matter. The fact that the TWA booking committe has booked a "Falls Count Anywhere" match between you and I shows that the TWA has some sick and twisted people in high places. Seems like they've got a bloodlust and there will be blood, most of it yours. You're no threat to me, our match is nothing more than what is to come of those who get in my path. You, DeathRay, made the mistake of focusing more on your brother than me and you paid the price. But this week, it's you and me, no rules. And after I have beaten you like the dog you are it's on to March of Pain where I will be crowned the TWA Intercontinental Champion!
:: Genocide drops the microphone as his entrance music, "Broken Hands" by Lamb of God blares over the arena PA system. Genocide exits the ring and walks up the ramp as the scene fades. ::