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Post by warrior on Aug 9, 2007 15:03:57 GMT -4
Warrior begins to show his frustrations as he couldn't take this french loud mouth...
Ya know...I have so many jokes right now about you, I'll save for later..But as it stands right now, your not my main concern, and will sure as hell never be...Now, I asked the lovely Angels a question, in of which I hope to get a response from....So take you, and your french lovin ass back to the locker room before I beat you like you were Napoleon Bonaparte...
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Post by cl on Aug 9, 2007 15:13:25 GMT -4
Do you carry dry roasted cashews?? And that is no way to talk to your customers.What are you, le crazy nut?<~Camille realizes that with his current wears,it was le obvious.Le peaNUTS you know. ~>Actually,do not answer this,si vous plait.Now,about those cashews?
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Post by warrior on Aug 9, 2007 15:19:22 GMT -4
Warrior raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to the Angels...
...Your Response, Ladies?
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Aug 9, 2007 15:35:28 GMT -4
<>Just before Candice can answer a very familiar music hits the PA system. “Downfall” starts to play and Candice’s eyes widen in shock as this was the entrance music of Kimberly Masters. The former secretary of Candice, the former Co-Ceo of APW and current manager of Mr. Thompson. Has she come out here to introduce once again this man to the crowd or is it because of something else that she has on her mind. Only time will tell, non then less she recive a big pop and louds cheers as she walks out on the stage. Kimberly slowly walks down the ramp, wearing a pink corsage and some blue jeans. She quickly enters the ring to walk up to Candice with a smile on her face. Kim raise the microphone she has brought with her to the ring.<>
"Hello Candice, Chantell….and Casey."
<>A short break follows before she says Casey’s name. That two women have started to grow close to each other and that is why she takes a short break before she spoke out her name. <>
"Also a very big hello to Mr. Warrior, Miss Tosso, Miss Knight and…I think I will save the time to call each and everyone of you by the name and begin to talk about the reason why I am out here. As you have just sayed a few minutes ago before all this….."
<>She makes a wide gestue with her arm before she continues to talk.<>
"...people decided to come out here to answer this challenge of our 3 lovely angels. A chance to main event the last PPV of this seasion, Game Over. Game over what a name, it truly shows that this might be the end for many things. Wrestling carieers, title reigns, friendships and many other things that will end at this day. But most important, the people will go out there to show that they are the best in this business. Which is of course the reason why we are here in this company. To show that we are better then everybody else. "
"But is the champion the best in this business? The winner of a match at the PPV? … I don’t think so… the best person at this evening will be the winner of the main event. 3 people already have scored their place in this epic battle to be called the best in this business. To be called the main eventer…the sensation…the best. But the question at hand is…who will be in the ladder matches?"
"You see there are not many people left on the roster who can be in such a match. Most of the wrestlers are either burned out or simple not good enough. Sure Mr. Bruiser is very talented, the same goes for Miss Tosso. We shouldn’t forgot that she is the youngest Rose champion in the short history of APW, but also the youngest woman champion in the history of wrestling. With 16 years she won this title. Which is a pretty amazing thing if you ask me or anybody else. She has shown that you can be never young enough to make your dreams come true. "
"But we also have new wrestlers here in APW, who are hungry for their first gold. People like Warrior…warrior. Amazing isn’t it, he hasn’t won a match yet, but still he thinks he is better then Mr. Bruiser? Is this an ego or just confidence? I don’t know and I am sure we might find out soon enough if it is true what he is claiming to be. A winner."
"We have many winner here in APW, we have many loser here as well and we have both of it as well as everybody win or lose from time to time. But let me come back to the reason I have come out here. I came out here to accept this little challenge you are offering…As a matter of fact you have called for the best people to come out here. And as it appears to me…non has answered yet. Non….except of course me. I gladly accept this little challenge you have to offer."
"But I also know that you won’t give me the chance to compeate in this match….because I am not a wrestler? I don’t have a contract as wrestler? Or simple because there is still some bad blood between us….even when we might try to forgive each other…I am right Candice? We should left the past behind us and look at the future. And this future is simple me….and if it is not me, because I am not a wrestler then it is one of my clients. "
<>A smile appears on Kimberly’s face as she said that. She knows quite well how to play with the crowd as the fans are chanting her name. <>
"Just remember that I am better then this people around here…Haven’t I shown that with my speech? Or should I start to talk trash about Miss Knight for example…That she is just a slut and that she should get back to suck Cross *censored *. That she is just a worthless piece of trash…nothing more…a piece of trash that get used and get kicked away after you are down with it. Should I talk like that? I don’t think so…I don’t need it…I don’t need to talk bad about people simple because I am better then them and why should I lower myself to stand on the same step as they do? There is no point to do that…."
"I am not like Mr. Warrior who thinks that he could use his child speech to impress you 3 angels. I don’t need that. Miss Leone for example…look at her…even though she has already a spot in the ladder match she still waste her time to talk some sense in this masked young man. Will she be successful? No…should she be champion or even in this match? No…"
"But as I have said many times before and I know that it will be this time no different as the last few times I said that. Don’t hire trash…throw it away. I wouldn’t have hired a man like Warrior in the first place…he and his tag team partner or life friend have no talent and without some guideance they never will be able to reach or are even able to show the talent that is hidden under their shelf. They need help not a ladder match…help is what they need. "
"Candice, Chantell….Casey…If you should pic somebody for this match it should be somebody who can be considered as …..Masterpice…yes that is the right word. You need to find a Masterpice and we both know non of them is that. There is only one Masterpice and that is me. So your decision at hand is quite easy to make…pick me and I gonna show you all that I am not only a good secretary, Co-CEO and manager…but that I am also a better wrestler as the trash we have right now in the ring and who call themselve wrestlers."
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Post by warrior on Aug 9, 2007 15:44:54 GMT -4
*OOC-I won't be on for a few days due to my work schedule...*
Warrior raises his hand...
Mrs.Masters...You sure need to get your facts straight...I have won a match, and if thats not impressive enough...It was at Red,White,and Bruised. Now as far as to what You have to offer? Have you even wrestled a match, or are you to busy still scratching your ass trying to get noticed? You accepted my application, and which I thank you...However, get in the ring, and get prepared to get the best beating of your life...Even more important, why should they consider you? You haven't wrestled a damn match this season (or atleast to my knowledge), to whereas I have wrestled about 5-7 matches already...
Warrior stares down Mrs. Masters...
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Post by cl on Aug 9, 2007 15:47:26 GMT -4
<~Camille wonders who this Miss Leone is after some person she's never seen before makes her supposed "statement".She merely wants to fight and get this over with.So much talking and not enough fighting. ~>
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Aug 9, 2007 16:08:24 GMT -4
"5-7 matches….wow this is impressive…and doesn’t show that you have a good memory? As a matter of fact, I also never accepted an application form you…till today I actually never payed much attention to you as well. Simple because I don’t tend to waste my time with people like you. The angel sisters know very well who I am and what I can do and there is also one of the wrestlers here in APW who I send to school, so to speak as she faced me in a dark match. I didn’t even needed my finishing moves to end that match…which is of course a shame…but I can’t change this anymore."
"But I think the question at hand is why do you think that you desirve to be in the ladder match? Why do you think you should be in the match? Because you wear a mask or because you have lost 4-6 times and only have won one match? Is this reason enough that the angels are impressed from you? I don’t think so… "
<>Kimberly sees that Candice gets a bit nervous, maybe a bit angry as well that Kim just show this kids the place the belong to. With a smile on her face, Kimberly shrug with her shoulders and walks over to the ropes.<>
"On the other side, I am done with talking…there is no need to show the Angels who I am and what I can do…so ciao ciao…"
<>Kimberly waves with her hand and then she leaves the ring. The fun was short, and it gets boring to anger yourself with such …people. And we shouldn’t forget that Kimberly is better then anybody of them as well. Kimberly enters the backstage area and reach for the bottle with water she has left there to take a nip from it. Now if that wasn’t funny at all….Kimberly of course doesn’t think that the angels would pick her…as she just has wrestled one match…but at least she was able to show these kids how a promo has to be done.<>
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Post by Destiny Knight on Aug 9, 2007 16:47:27 GMT -4
.:Rubbing her forehead again. Ugh.... Seems like all the dumb wanna-be wrestlers were comin out today, Eh? Her headache was now throbbing.... She needed to learn not to get involved with all these bitches... maybe a nice friendly challenge could break up the pace a bit... This stuff was starting to take a toll on her... a nice...long vacation would do her some good right now. Raising the mic to her lips again Destiny interjects herself into the conversation...:.
"Err... Kim? Sure you may be Staff.... but I'm truly at the point where I REALLY don't care. Sure I wouldn't have minded if you had came out here and said you wanted into the match. Thats fine with me... but when you used the same old...tired... boring and might I add... OVERUSED attempt at calling me a slut... a whore... a bimbo... a hooker... am I missing any? Well.. trust me Kim. I've heard it all.
Its ugly bitches like you that call me it as well. Your all just jealous because you got smacked upside the head with the ugly stick when you were born and you take it out on true beauty such as myself. Whether it be trying to outsmart me but making a very feeble and ignorant attempt at it or just calling me those names I said but a few seconds ago. None of them work. Sure they may have got under my skin about oh... five years ago? But now...
I'm accustomed to it.
So next time you come out here and attempt to put me down... think of something original because, using those insults? Just put you down a few pegs on the smartness scale hun. Try all you want and claim to be a 'masterpiece' but really... people call Abstract Art Masterpieces and well... Abstract art looks horrible..."
.:She would turn her head and comment to Camille but... meh, she didn't deserve it. Instead she turned her head and looked at Ms. Angel. Candice in particular. With a smile on her face she says.:.
"Thank you Candice for allowing me entrance into the match. I truly appreciate the chance...."
.:She lowers her mic and turns her head...wondering if either of the other 'wrestlers' in the ring had anything to say..:.
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Post by lindsay on Aug 9, 2007 16:53:44 GMT -4
Lindsay shook her head and stepped back onto the stage. This was pathetic. Raising the mic to her lips she spoke.
The angels what us to prove ourselves, if you ask me...all of you out here, fighting your guts out and talking all this shit, have proved one thing. You can't back anything up in the ring. So you have to try and word your way into matches. I have no reason to sit out here and try and prove myself with words. I've proven myself in the ring, and if the angels don't think, that it is enough, so be it. They can have all the 2nd rate fast talking no talents wrestle in their ladder matches. And Destiny, sweetie. If i remember correctly, I DID challenge you. You ran. Just like you always do. Run away. Why don't you go wrestle some more wash ups and pad your crappy record. Maybe once you won some real gold, you can step into the ring and play with the adults. Because honestly you only talk because you haven't proven shit in the ring. And you never will. Now Angels do your picking, if you want to pick on who is the biggest shit talker, then by all means take them. But be ready for your ratings to drop to the bottom. Make the smart choice and pick those of us who have won the gold and with stood everything win or lose. Those of us who are still here fighting. THose who are here to wrestle, not to fufill their sexual needs.
Lindsay just shook her head. Pathetic...this federation was becoming pathetic.
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Post by Destiny Knight on Aug 9, 2007 17:09:42 GMT -4
.:Yea...Gold...whoop de freaking do. Sure, Destiny would give Lindsay the credit for winning the Nationwide title... but... not for the tag titles. Destiny just rolled her eyes and spoke into the microphone one last time.:.
"Mmmkay, what ever Lin."
.:Destiny then got out of the ring. Walking up towards Lindsay. She didn't really seem to be worried much by Destiny walking towards her....Stupid Bitch. Destiny stopped right next to Lindsay on the ramp and spoke to her without the mic...:.
"If you really want me in a match? Wait till Full Throttle. And If you can get into this match? Good. If Not? Then this will wait...."
.:A big smile then Crossed her face as she started to walk back to the locker room... waving to Lindsay she speaks to her one last time...:.
"Ta-Ta... bitch..."
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Skullinator
Status Unknown
Your Soul Will Be Mine
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Post by Skullinator on Aug 9, 2007 20:42:13 GMT -4
The arena suddenly went dark after a few seconds’ fires starts to explode from all the four turnbuckle, as the lighting changed into a blood red lights then I Stand Alone starts to play through the PA system. A wall of flame started to emerge from the entrance stage, and then Skullinator comes through the walls of flame and stand there for a moment as the fans start to boo him. As the fire cools down itself Skullinator begins to walk towards the ramp, as fire start to erupt from both side of the ramp way making a squared ring of fires. As Skullinator reaches to the front side of the ring he extends both his hands up to grasp the top ring rope, using that as a guide he hoist himself up to the ringside he then extend his right leg on top of the ring rope then follows it with the other to get in the ring (like Kane). A staff member rolls down a mic as Skullinator picks up the mic the fans starts to boo.
Well, well what do we have here a couple of drama queens, a shitty boxer slash wrestler, and a wimp that shouldn’t even be here running his bitchy mouth. If you looking for someone who knows no boundary, who will make this match even more lethal, even more deadly than your looking at him. You see I have proven myself by kicking and beating two people in one night, I kicked Dayna’s little pretty ass and I kicked your ass[/color]*pointing to Warrior* Warrior. Looks like you can’t get rid of me that quickly punk. But you see that just proves that I should be in this match, because as far I’m concerned this should be an easy match since most of the sults are getting into the action.[/color]
Skullinator grins in front of the girls showing his yellow teeth.
So if your looking for real talent Chantell and someone who is a main eventer marital then look no further because that so happens to be me. You’ll see just put me into this match and you wouldn’t be disappointed, I’ll make sure I will walk out the victor then proceed to bury my victim’s body in a six foot grave. [/color]
Skullinator then waits for a response
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Post by ca on Aug 9, 2007 22:54:30 GMT -4
Now, what's an event like this without the one and only Dragon, eh?[/b]
Cabal makes his presence known as he shows up on the entrance stage with a mike in his hand. He makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring by stepping over the ropes after stepping up on the apron.
So, we're all out here to prove ourselves, eh? Haven't we done something like this before? I don't know, I can't remember and it probably doesn't matter all that much. Now, I could stand here, run through everyone that is currently standing here, but that would take, what two hours? I'm sure no one wants to hear me talk for that long. So, I'll just say my bit and be done with it.
As you all know, I've went a good portion of the season undefeated. I still hold, as far as I can tell, the longest undefeated streak in APW. Now that may not compare to say, championships. But wait, some of you may argue that I haven't won any.
While that is true, in my defense, I also haven't actively gone after any titles, for one perpose. To show that I have mroe skill than what most believe I have. So, since I have made that claim quite well, I am now making my way to the championship matches. I haven't had any yet, but you can be sure before the season is done, I will have at least one.
So, what more can I say? The Angels have seen what I am capable of. The decision is ultimately theirs. If they pick me, great, if not, then it's not the end of the world. I'll have my claim to fame soon enough.[/b]
And with that, Cabal leans back against one of the turnbuckles.
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Post by warrior on Aug 10, 2007 7:38:25 GMT -4
Warrior interupts all of the bitch-talking by starting up again...
Woa woa woa woa woa woa....WOA! I'm sorry Dullinator, I'm pretty sure I scored a win first over you, so why dont you go back to the flames of hell.....No one wants you here, OK? We are neck and neck, and I promise you, you'll here from me again soon enough. As for you....
Points to Xavier...
Your officially past your prime buddy. Face it...The only reason as to why your out here is because you just want to be noticed again. I have said this before and I guess I'll have to say it again...LET THE BIG DOGS PLAY!.....
Warrior gets bored due to the fact that these so called "Wrestlers" continue to make an attempt for a spot...
Win,lose,or draw, I will still put on one hell of a show...To me, this isn't just to be in a few promised matches farther down the line...Its about pain...And seeing how I am a pain inflicter (Smiles) then...LET THE PAIN BEGIN!
A few Warrior chants are started as they can blantantly see Warrior changing from a so called "Heel" to a "Face"...
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Aug 10, 2007 9:14:12 GMT -4
Much to the displeasure of the crowd, their feeble "Warrior" chants are halted as the lights dim and "Hey Man, Nice Shot" begins to blare throughout the arena. Michael Taylor steps out onto the stage, into the smoke, water bottle in hand. After a few moments, he steps forward, spewing water into the air as he begins his "walk" to the ring. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he stops, looking at each person in the ring for a moment. After doing so, he makes his way to his right, around the side of the ring. He takes a quick sip of his water, pouring the rest of the bottle over his head before tossing the empty container into the crowd. He hops up on the apron, slowly walking to the center and looking to each side. He stops, turning towards the crowd as his arms drop to his sides and his head lowers. As his music picks up to it's chorus, he raises his arms and head towards the sky, spitting the water into a mist above him. Those behind him in the ring were of no concern, for this was not the time for a fight. It was time to prove themselves on the microphone. He spits the last of the water towards the crowd before making his way inside the ring. Everyone knew where he was going next, clearing a path for him so he could make his way to the turnbuckle. He ascended to the second rope, then pointed to himself before raising his head and arms to the sky once more. He looked back behind him, a smirk on his face as he climbed down. He was handed a microphone through the ropes as the lights brightened and his music halted. He slowly looked around the ring, which seemed to be filling up. His eyes looked at each person standing in it, stopping finally on Warrior. He raised the microphone and a finger, pointing it at him. His mouth opened, about to speak, but he stopped. A few moments later, he does the same, but stops yet again. A third time he does so, but stops one last time, holding the microphone in place. He looks back to the crowd, microphone still level with his lips and finger still pointing at Warrior. He turns back to Warrior, this time actually speaking.
You know.......it's not even worth it.
He drops his hand, looking around to each person as he continues.
For any of you.
His eyes finally meet the Angels standing in a corner of the ring. He nodded, greeting each one as he said their names.
Candice. Casey. Chantell.
He switches the mic to his other hand, slowly beginning to pace the ring, being sure to stay within a small space considering the amount of people in it. No need in beating everyone up just for all of them to lose their chance at being in the match. His eyes stay on the Angels.
You all know who I am. You all know what I've done here in APW. Do I have the greatest record?
He looks at Cabal, stopping as he does so.
No.
He paces again.
Do I have any championships under my belt?
He looks at Joe Bruiser, stopping his pace again.
No.
The pacing continues.
Have I ever been in a ladder match?
He stops in front of Camille, looking to her.
No.
He paces on, looking to each superstar as he makes a small circle, continuing on the mic.
There are many things I haven't done that people standing in this very ring have.
He stops in front of Destiny, smirking as he comments.
MANY things.
His circle continues until he is in front of the Angels once more, eyes on the three of them alone.
But, then again, I have done something NONE of them have. Become the ONLY APW original, being here from the very beginning until now with only ONE exception.
He points behind him, towards the stage, to Lindsay Corban.
That being Miss Corban on the stage. She has also done the very same thing. You could call us the only true originals here actually.
He drops his hand, returning his view to the Angels.
Fact is, since the inaugural match for the World Championship at BattleZone, I haven't been given a chance to prove myself. I beat up a few lackeys Hugh sent after me. Sure. BUT, other than that? Nothing. Not even a title shot of any kind.
He pauses for a moment, letting all he has said thus far soak in. He didn't want anybody to misinterpret what he was saying after all. They might think he took the time of day to talk about them. His straight face doesn't change as the microphone meets his lips once more.
SO, Angels, here I am, out here in front of the world, asking to be in this match to prove that I can be more than I've shown you I am. Asking for a chance so that I may silence the naysayers and those who doubt me, including yourselves. Asking that you grant me a spot in one of these ladder matches so that I can earn my rightful place at the TOP of APW and of this industry. THAT is what I am here for.
He turns to look over his shoulder, glancing at the others in the ring before turning back to the Angels.
A chance. Nothing more, nothing less.
The microphone lowers to his side as he awaits an answer.
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Post by warrior on Aug 10, 2007 9:31:52 GMT -4
Warrior walks right in front of Ironman Michael Taylor, picks up the mic, listening to the crowd chant "You Suck", directed at Warrior, however a few were for Ironman. Warrior then slowly takes the microphone away from him and starts to clap...
"Ladies and Gentlemen...MICHAEL TAYLOR!...
The crowd starts cheering loudly as Warrior once again starts clapping and then the talk begins...
"Hey man your a good wrestler...Be proud..."
Warrior extends his hand for Ironman to shake it, however pulls it away at that last second...
Name one accomplishment you have since you have been here then? Granted I don't have room to talk as well, however, I haven't been here that long...(smiles and laughs) you claim your a true "Original"? Woopidy friggin doo! I can care less Iron-Bitch...(The crowd laughs) The only reason your still here is because you can now be considered the Val Venis, or the Stevie Richards of APW...You win sometimes, but job a good portion, as well as not recieving a good push...So for that I want to shake your hand, Iron-Bitch..
Warrior extends his hand, again, noticing that Warrior and Iron-Bitch have the same color scheme. Damn....He has to be a rip off of a million people:HHH,myself,Sabu, Stevie Richards....Damn...
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Aug 10, 2007 9:36:45 GMT -4
Taylor looks down to the extended hand, then back up to Warrior's eyes. He chuckles, a shrug along with it. He steps around Warrior, keeping his focus on the Angels, on the task at hand, instead of the trash talk. He'd do his in the ring.
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Post by warrior on Aug 10, 2007 9:40:55 GMT -4
Warrior, now looking at Ironman, thinks that this will indeed NOT be the last time him and Warrior will be in the ring at the same time, So Warrior suggested he watched his step...
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Post by Candice Angel on Aug 10, 2007 10:14:51 GMT -4
$-This had gotten out of hand at a fast pace Candi thought as she stood by her sisters, her eyes rolling every few seconds at each insult given out by the superstars attempting to make themselves more attractive for the opportunity before them. She was doing her best to keep her thoughts on the job at hand. Selecting the four superstars she thought should be in the respective ladder matches this weekend, and ensuring that the integrity of the coming opportunity would not be compromised. After a few words from her sister she smiles slightly before responding with her second choice.-$
"Well. Isn't this just the most mature gathering we've ever seen ladies and gentlemen. Interesting I have to say but...I think I've come to the conclusion of my second of four selections for the season ending main event. That man? None other than a former tag team and Nationwide Champion. Joe Bruiser!"
$-A smile crossers Candi's face as she lowers her microphone, receiving a few dirty looks from Casey standing a few feet from her. She turns slightly, winking her eye in her direction before facing the ladies and gentlemen in the ring before her sisters and she, awaiting the sure to come rants and raves from them all. Now THIS was must see T.V. -$
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Post by warrior on Aug 10, 2007 10:18:02 GMT -4
Warrior looks around until he hears JB's name called... "Joe Loser?? Are you kidding...With umm...All do respect Angels...He has barely said a word, and half the time he was on a phone, which can be disrespectful, might I add...
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Post by Casey Angel on Aug 10, 2007 10:56:59 GMT -4
She turns to Warrior, microphone to her luscious lips as she speaks.
Mr. Warrior, ask yourself something. Have you told us why YOU deserve to be in this match? All I have heard is why everyone else SHOULDN'T BE from you, which doesn't tell us, the ones who make the choices, anything about Warrior. You can say they shouldn't be all day long and even be right about it. BUT, that doesn't tell us you should be. We want to hear why YOU should be in this match, not why everyone else shouldn't be. Now, if you will plead your case, we can continue on with the selection process instead of hearing a bunch of useless babbling like we have for the most part thus far.
She holds up a finger first, telling Warrior to hold on before speaking again.
One more thing.
She turns to Cabal, looking at him.
Cabal Xavier is my second choice.
She lowers her microphone, as well as her finger, looking back to the small gathering in the ring and waiting for the next person to plead their case for selection.
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