Post by genocide on Apr 15, 2009 15:19:42 GMT -5
:: The scene opens with Genocide standing in front of a black wall, his TWA Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder. ::
Genocide: All this talk about how great the WWFE makes my head hurt. I look at the TWA roster, filled with ex-WWFE *Makes quotation marks with his fingers.* "superstars" and it blows my mind how it was such a great company. The only man who has seen the light, seen just how pathetic that company really was, was Lamario. You may, or may not, have ran through the *Again makes quotation marks with his fingers.* "competition" back in your WWFE days but sorry Outlaw, newsflash, this isn’t WWFE and I am far superior in every way than anything that company ever saw! You can make hallow threats of ending my career all you want, whatever gets you off. I don’t make threats, I make promises! I said that I would beat Jaheem, and I did. I said that I would dispose of his god brother, American, and I did that too! You’re not World Champion material, maybe if this were the WWFE I’d understand but not here, not with me running the asylum. You can try as hard as you want to play mind game with me cowboy, but it is going to take a whole hell of a lot more than riding on a horse, through a graveyard with my name engraved on a tombstone to get inside my head. I see through your theatrics and I am thoroughly unimpressed. Outlaw, you’re just a speed bump on the road to bigger and better things. Saturday will not be our last dance, I am sure of that because what you wear around your waist is going to be mine.
:: The scene fades to black as Genocide walks out of view. ::
Genocide: All this talk about how great the WWFE makes my head hurt. I look at the TWA roster, filled with ex-WWFE *Makes quotation marks with his fingers.* "superstars" and it blows my mind how it was such a great company. The only man who has seen the light, seen just how pathetic that company really was, was Lamario. You may, or may not, have ran through the *Again makes quotation marks with his fingers.* "competition" back in your WWFE days but sorry Outlaw, newsflash, this isn’t WWFE and I am far superior in every way than anything that company ever saw! You can make hallow threats of ending my career all you want, whatever gets you off. I don’t make threats, I make promises! I said that I would beat Jaheem, and I did. I said that I would dispose of his god brother, American, and I did that too! You’re not World Champion material, maybe if this were the WWFE I’d understand but not here, not with me running the asylum. You can try as hard as you want to play mind game with me cowboy, but it is going to take a whole hell of a lot more than riding on a horse, through a graveyard with my name engraved on a tombstone to get inside my head. I see through your theatrics and I am thoroughly unimpressed. Outlaw, you’re just a speed bump on the road to bigger and better things. Saturday will not be our last dance, I am sure of that because what you wear around your waist is going to be mine.
:: The scene fades to black as Genocide walks out of view. ::