Post by genocide on Apr 9, 2009 12:01:39 GMT -5
:: The scene opens with Genocide standing in a locker room, the TWA Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder. ::
Genocide: I’ll give Jaheem some credit, I didn’t anticipate that he’d put up much of a fight, not that it really mattered because in the end, well, we know how it ended. *Genocide looks at his TWA Intercontinental Championship, a big smile across his face* And next on the list is his God-brother, American. I’d like to think that after American saw Jaheem that night in the hospital that he’d reconsider stepping into the ring with me this Saturday but then again, look at who he’s related to. Just like Jaheem his pride will cloud his judgement and come Saturday he’ll be way over his head and fall by my hand. If things keep going the way they are another one of Jaheem’s relatives will come out of the wood work and challenge me thinking that they can dethrone me only to suffer the same fate as the ones before them. I say bring it on! Give me a few months and the whole family can have a family reunion in the ER. I’ve read what the people on TWA.com have to have, saying that I finally backed up what I have been saying since I stepped foot in a TWA ring. I said I was going to destroy DeathRay but people took that chance away from me. Jaheem and his henchmen came up with excuse after excuse to keep me out of the ring which did nothing more than piss me off and look at what happened! Jaheem had this coming to him, you don’t hold meat in front of a hungry pissed off lion and think you’re not going to get attacked. It was Jaheem’s fault that he got hurt, he should have known better than to play around with me. Jaheem, I hope you watch me tear apart your God-brother this Saturday because his demise will be on your hands and you can live with that for the rest of your life!
:: The scene fades to black. ::
Genocide: I’ll give Jaheem some credit, I didn’t anticipate that he’d put up much of a fight, not that it really mattered because in the end, well, we know how it ended. *Genocide looks at his TWA Intercontinental Championship, a big smile across his face* And next on the list is his God-brother, American. I’d like to think that after American saw Jaheem that night in the hospital that he’d reconsider stepping into the ring with me this Saturday but then again, look at who he’s related to. Just like Jaheem his pride will cloud his judgement and come Saturday he’ll be way over his head and fall by my hand. If things keep going the way they are another one of Jaheem’s relatives will come out of the wood work and challenge me thinking that they can dethrone me only to suffer the same fate as the ones before them. I say bring it on! Give me a few months and the whole family can have a family reunion in the ER. I’ve read what the people on TWA.com have to have, saying that I finally backed up what I have been saying since I stepped foot in a TWA ring. I said I was going to destroy DeathRay but people took that chance away from me. Jaheem and his henchmen came up with excuse after excuse to keep me out of the ring which did nothing more than piss me off and look at what happened! Jaheem had this coming to him, you don’t hold meat in front of a hungry pissed off lion and think you’re not going to get attacked. It was Jaheem’s fault that he got hurt, he should have known better than to play around with me. Jaheem, I hope you watch me tear apart your God-brother this Saturday because his demise will be on your hands and you can live with that for the rest of your life!
:: The scene fades to black. ::