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Post by dominojix on Jan 12, 2007 19:47:28 GMT -4
| Stinkfist blasts on the P.A. system as Leo Evander steps out from backstage.
Leo arrived at the arena long ago, after a day and a half of traveling on busy streets. He was extremely worn out and decided to take a long break before going to get a match for the next Full Throttle.
He makes he way down the ramp as the crowd cheers and then makes his way into the ring, where he receives a mic. |
Good evening Ladies and Gents..Now I know all of you haven't seen me much..or at all, but there's a reason..Everyone knows of the stable Next-Gen, right? Right. Everyone knows that they were supposed to be big, right? Right. But that never happened...All I have to say about it is..what the fuck? It seems the whole thing was one big cluster fuck, so now I'm out here...issuing an open challenge for Full Throttle. Is anyone up for it?
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Post by sinclair on Jan 12, 2007 20:55:04 GMT -4
"Age of Pamparius" blares over the P.A., and the lyrics steal the crowd. They burst into their usual frenzy, as the stage becomes occupied by a newer body in APW, Dalton Sinclair. Confident as ever, he walks down the ramp and into the ring. He makes his way to the other side of the ring, where he is handed a microphone from the time keeper. Sinclair walks back to the middle of the ring, brings the microphone up to his dry lips and smiles.
A tad bit random, isn't it... Steve or what ever the fuck you're called? Seriously, you waltz out here, like a turd sandwich and talk about some failing stable? Fuckin' Americans.
But that's not why I'm out here, no. I'm here for one reason. You issued a challenge, and I AM that challenge.
Everyone is entitled to a cheesy line and Dalton just used his up. He rubs it off, and continues.
You may not be up to my level, but I'll sure as hell give you a chance.
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Post by dominojix on Jan 12, 2007 21:43:41 GMT -4
Yeah those damn Americans. Damn I'm glad to be a Canadian. Yes, Canadian you fucktard.
As you can see everyone, here we have your average idiot coming out here spitting random insults. Let me ask you something Dalton, WHAT THE FUCK is a turd sandwich? My God man, lay off the South Park, if that's where you get your inspiration for trash talk, find somewhere else. Wait....it seems as if I've seen you somewhere before..RO..nevermind. I guess I haven't. Heh heh.
Anyways, you come out here saying that I'm not up to your level? Next are you going to say that you've been wrestling for 1000 years and won every damn championship in every single fed? No. Now that I've said that, you'll start up with the "I wrestled in indy circuits" shit or how you just started. Listen man, if you want me to think you are a challenge, you better actually back it up..
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Post by sinclair on Jan 12, 2007 21:58:11 GMT -4
And what the fuck is South Park? Some shitty hick town or something?
This could be a good little argument..
Maybe I have wrestled in the indy circuit, but THAT doesn't mean I'm better than you. Why I'm better than you? Simple. Talent, bitch. I'll knock you the fuck out. But hey, I'm not big on trash talk without backing it up. If you're willing to actually step in the ring with me, it's under your own terms. Your rules, your stipulations, whatever. Because then when you lose, the look on your face'll be priceless.
Now, you speak a big game, but do you support it? Or does your look explain it all: little bitch?
Dalton lowers the microphone down, knowing damn well this guy'll have some smart assed comeback.
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Post by dominojix on Jan 12, 2007 22:10:51 GMT -4
| Leo looks at himself, then Dalton, realizing he is a bit bigger than Dalton. Who's he calling little? |
Oh shit fuck damn it bastard bitch! Do you know how to say anything without swearing!? Every freakin' sentence you said there's a bitch or a fuck or a shit!
Now...I'd really like to know something. You keep bragging about your so called "talent" and how your better than me. How the hell do you know your better when you've never seen me compete? Huh? You know what, you assume to much. And you know when you assume, you make an ASS out of U and ME. Besides assumption you also suffer from a case of underestimation, which will lead to your downfall in the ring.
So, you say you can beat me in any match with any stipulations? How about...a simple singles match? I don't want you to look to good when you show off your talent!
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Post by sinclair on Jan 12, 2007 22:23:32 GMT -4
Do you know what the..
Dalton stops himself. He can't swear in front of Leo's 9-year-old ears.
Hell your talking about? Listen, show up at the show, walk your ass out to the ring, and then when the match is over, let's just see those smart-ass remarks.
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Post by dominojix on Jan 12, 2007 22:31:07 GMT -4
Not so big on comebacks when you can't say fuck shit bitch huh? Haha. You know...all of that cussing reminds me of a few people...you all look the same too. Oh well.
Alrighty Dalton, you have your match for Full Throttle. Now run along and go do some of your intense training or whatever the hell you do to make yourself seem that damn dedicated and bad...
|He lowers the mic with a sly grin on his face. |
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Post by sinclair on Jan 13, 2007 13:22:28 GMT -4
Dalton drops the microphone at Leo's feet, with a smirk. He mouths the words "Just wait.." then slides out of the ring and heads back up the ramp and to the back..
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