Post by Cliff Clinton on Sept 24, 2011 14:53:08 GMT -6
“Warfare eh?”
We open on the nCw world heavyweight champion carelessly chewing on a piece of gum. His ultimate prize dangling for the whole world to see. Most importantly Ricky Johnson, so he can piss off Ricky Johnson while he sits in his cave playing madden with duchebags and talking about chess.
“The steel Armageddon as some have called it....”
Okay maybe people don't call it that....but they should!
“I have to defend my world championship surrounded by steel and weapons, trapped inside with men who want nothing more then to see my pretty little head roll down the ramp.”
He stands there and tries to look cool from behind his cocky shades.....but eventually he breaks and his forehead meets palm.
“Fff****.....”
He pulls his sunglasses off his face and uses his other hand to run a palm through his hair.
“.....see this would happen to me. They come up with these huge match ups with insane stipulations for my title defenses.....they wanna see if the great and almighty Face of the Franchise can rise to the occasion and really prove he is the best in the world.....then I get in the match and then people start hitting me with crap, then you got these jokers always trying to jump off everything and air bomb me from twenty bajillion freaking feet in the air or however high the thing is. Then everyone gets bloody, everyone gets hurt, bones break, things get real messy and then all of a sudden I find the power to rise up through it all and take the win! I mean seriously....'
He looks into the camera.
“....you guys watch the show. But it just sucks though, because I mean....i may be the face of the franchise and the star of the motherloving show, but I'm not impervious to pain like some people think. When somebody bashes my skull in with a steel chair....
He nods.
“It hurts.....when someone rails my head into a steel rail.....”
He nods again.
'It's gonna hurt....when someone grates my forehead back and forth against the cold hard steel fence and my skin rips open and I start bleeding all over the place.....
He sighs and shakes his head. Shuddering at the thought.
“...it's gonna freaking hurt.”
He rolls his eyes as he just remembers more bad news.
“And of course to make matters worse....I have to team with that little Infamous wannabe Andrew Jacobsen.”
He glares into the camera...directly at him.....with a disgusted glare on his face.
“You couldn't even knock out Manny Paquiao.....a tiny singing mexican congressmen.......and you call yourself Infamous? Dude you don't even know the meaning of the word. All you are is Rob's little pet project. You and Rob may be friends right now, but if you screw this up.....not only will I personally rip that Infamous t-shirt right off your back but I will.....
The camera zooms up on his serious face.
….but I will kick your little ass.”
He said that in bold type and underlined! But then he leans back on his feet and that happy go lucky smile returns to his face.
“But then again, why should I care really? I got my homeboy Rob on my side. When me and Rob got together and called ourselves Infamous....
Over six months ago......seriously Ricky...watch the show.
“.....the planets aligned, the stars shined brighter, and the greatest tag team to ever live was born. We're like the Mega Powers! I'm Hogan, except i'm not practically bald and Rob doesn't wear leopard print hats....in public. I mean if the conspiracy says Steve Awesome and Rob Diamond by themselves never lose....wich we don't...not when it matters the most......then the two of us together would just be un fair.
Steve chuckles to himself.
“Even Andrew Jacobsen couldn't screw that up.”
INZANE-O-SENSE ICE CREAM SOCIAL WITH AWESOMESAUCE
Part DUX
The party was still raging on. Everybody was so drunk and filled with ice cream that they had to designate a proper corner in the bar where everyone could vomit. But after the vomiting, you bet your ass they were right back on the dance floor, cutting that rug up to smithereens. Steve Awesome backs out of a group of people doing the water sprinkler dance move and nearly backs into Lex Sense who was just minding his own business at the bar. Steve spins around to notice the giant sitting there and he decides to pull up a stool, much to the dismay of Lex Sense.
“Hey there Lexi.....I just thought of something weird.....”
Lex doesnt even look away from his Mango Mojito. What.....place is running low on alcohol.
“I'd tell you I don't care.....but something tells me your going to talk to me anyway.”
Awesome looks shocked.
“Woah...you really can see the future!”
Lex grumbles under his breath.
“So anyways, you and Rob want to kill each other. Yet I'm Rob's best friend and confidant. I'm like.....why in the hell doesn't Lex want to kill me? How are we even coexisting at this rocking ice cream social?”
Lex slowly turns his giant head to glare at the world champion.
“I do want to kill you Steve. But i'm saving every violent thought, every devious plan, every monstrous move, for your “best buddy”. It's all been brewing for a couple weeks now and one violent action could set the whole chain of events off and I don't want t waste the good murder on you.”
Awesome smirks.
“So if I were to POKE you in the ear like this......you wouldn't do anything?....”
Steve starts poking Lex in the ear and the look on his face gets increasingly angry with each poke. Lex reaches forward and grabs one of those curvy straws out of a cup in front of him.
“If you poke me one more time, I swear I will jam this swivel stick up your pee hole.”
Steve instantly jumps back like two feet the fear present in his eyes
“Ohh kay...point taken....”
Suddenly Jimmy Zane comes walking up to Steve and Lex.
“Hey guys....what's going on?”
Steve spins around to greet Jimmy, who was wearing a Ben & Jerry's cow t-shirt stained up with chunky munkey.
“Not much Jimmy.....POKE!”
Steve randomly pokes Jimmy right above the nipple and he looks at him doing it and then suddenly, jimmy flies backward and knocks over a few barstools in the process. Jimmy pulls himself up using the bar rail.
“Dude...Steve.....that finger of yours is STRONG!”
Steve smirks and blows off the tip of his extended index finger as if it was a smoking gun.
“That's what the ladies tell me.”
Steve looks up and spots Crystal walking past with her cell phone pressed to her ear.
“Speaking of ladies.....I'll be back later.”
“Ricky johnson....”
Scene up on the pretty face of the world champion.
“….I'm begging you.....'
He slaps his palms together.
“....I'm pleading you....”
He shakes his palms back and forth.
“....just shut the hell up already!”
He sends one final prayer to the lord above and then continues.
“I mean seriously Ricky......your making yourself look like an idiot now. I mean, the whole conspiracy stuff you do.....how you were going to stop me and bring the title back to the mid-card so all the other losers who don't deserve shots could finally get one, that was all well and good.....but then I defeated you Ricky. If were using chess analogies.....this king stood up to everything you had Ricky. Your pawns your rooks your knites your bishops and even your ginger faced queen and I still walked out of Nothing to Lose as world champion.”
Grinny the douchebag slayer shows up.
“Check mate bitch.”
He runs a palm through his luscious hair.
“I figured we were done. I was all ready for that inevitable Alex Jones feud, but of course here you come again. Another cheap shot from the supposed number one contender....”
I swear, i've been blindsided so many times I should get rear view mirrors installed on my body.
“..and now the whole reason why you think you deserve another shot at me is because you think you outshined me? Because in the crazy world you call a brain you think you did better then me in our last match? Maybe you wrestled a good match Ricky, but out shined me? I'm sorry but I always thought the person who shined the most was you know...the winner. Yeah, you really showed me, I could never lose as good as you did Ricky. I could never eat my words like you Ricky.....you totally outshined me by counting the lights and getting pinned. Man I wish that some day, I could lose half as good as Ricky johnson.....
oh the sarcasm was just oozing out of every orifice.
…..So what is this really about Ricky? I mean...your a smart guy....you know how to play chess and everything.....I know deep down inside you don't really believe this garbage. I know somewhere in that brain of yours you have common sense.....I think I know what it is.....I hurt your pride Ricky. Last month was supposed to be your big crowning moment. You were supposed to beat me, you were supposed to be world champion, you were supposed to become the first grand slam champion, and you were supposed to solidify your spot in the hall of fame.....but something happened......you suddenly realized something that you hadn't taken into account before.......
He takes a step forward toward the camera.
“You had to actually be good.”
He lets that sink in for a few moments.
“You had to actually be able to beat me. You spent so much of your time and energy creating this conspiracy...err I'm sorry.....excuses....as to why I was the world champion and in almost every main event this company has ever had......that you actually started to believe them. Then when the pay per view was coming and the whole world was watching, the ten percenters were cheering you on, guys like Trent Helms and Alex Jones were preying you would win because they knew it would be easier to get the belt off you then it would off me, and you failed because you just werent good enough Ricky. There is no conspiracy Ricky, I'm just ****ing talented. There is no plans to hold you back and keep you buried, thats just because your lazy and you only work six months out of the year.
He sticks out his lower lip and feints a sad face to try and sympathize with his rival.
“You were good.....but not good enough. The exact definition of a mid-card wrestler. So now your back and this time you want my blood. This time you want to destroy me inside this Warfare match because I embarassed your crazed lunatic ass in front of the whole world. You want to destroy me Ricky? You want to end my career inside steel armageddon?:
He rips off his sunglasses and tosses them to the floor. In his eyes you can see the fire of passion, the driving force of a champion.
“You want to kill me Ricky? You think you got the balls Ricky? For the past two months, you've been attacking me from behind, you've been talking all this junk from inside your deep dark cave, yet you havent done anything except lose to me in matches and hit me when my back was turned. Your a loser who has hit his peak. Your fifteen minutes of fame are about to end Ricky. You want to destroy me? So many people, better more talented people, have tried but I'm still standing here at the top of the mountain.....
He pffts....
Scratch that.....I am the damn mountain. Not because you think I sucked Leonard's dick to get there...wich by the dubs is totally gay to think about you glaadbag.......but because I have been here since november of the first year, yup two months after your debut Ricky, and I've been here NON STOP even after I lose championships, unlike you ya quitter, wrestling and becoming the legendary hall of famer that you see standing before you today. You want me gone Ricky? You want to end my career this Sunday inside the warfare match? You want to wear this world championship around your waist? Well let's face facts here.....the only way thats ever going to happen for you is if you get down on both knees and....
He does the crotch chop, Infamous style.
“Suck it.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
Steve pushes past a few people to catch up to Crystal Hilton who is still busy chatting on her cell phone. She seems to be blushing and giggling with whoever is on the other side as Steve Awesome slowly approaches her.
“Hey baby...I need to talk to you.”
She puts the one minute finger up as she listens to whoever it was on the other end of the phone.
“Who are you talking too?”
But he just gets another one minute finger but this time she actually hangs up.
“What do you need Steve?”
“I just need you to end my promo by saying your pregnant.”
Crystal looked shocked by the request.
“What? Why?”
Steve shrugs.
“ehhh dramatic effect. I mean, Zelda is pregant, and now it seems that Roxi Johnson is carrying some creepy looking ginger goblin inside of her. It's obvious that pay per view week is the most fertile week of the month to a women in the wrestling buisness so you know people would believe it.”
Crystal stands there with her hands on her hips.
“But I'm not pregnant.”
Steve smiles that charming grin of his.
“Do you wanna be?”
He raises his eyebrows up and down. Crystal definitely didn't expect that response.
“Not really....my career is going really good right now and....”
Steve walks up and puts his arm around his sexy latin girlfriend.
“Look baby, we both love each other right?”
She nods.
“Were both extremely sexy, right?”
She nods again.
“I've wanted a son or a daughter to carry on my name for some time now.....I've given it a lot of thought...and I want you to be it's mother. Two sexy, talented performers coming together to create a super baby of cuteness and talent the likes of the world has never seen.”
Crystal looks at Steve and his cute smile and sexy abs and she wants to say yes, but then she thinks about her career and also her current family that she made with Todd Williams.
“I don't know....it's all a lot to think about.”
“Well lets discuss it together...perhaps over some sex?”
He kisses her neck and she starts rambling in spanish and giggling.
“Okay....let's go.”
Crystal runs off but Steve stays for a few moments to address the camera.
“Hey Todd......I know it was you who called Crystal......so I'm going to bang her in spite of you.....
He crotch chops again.
“Suck it.”
“Two teams enter.....”
He holds up two fingers and then lowers one of them.
“...one team leaves as the world champion and the tag team champions.”
He blows some air through his nostrils.
“Am I ready for something like that? So many combustible elements....so many different ways things can go in this match, one wrong move and my world championship could be lost. Do I want to enter this match?”
He slowly shakes his head back and forth.
“Nope. I would have much rather squashed Ricky again in some other kind of match, one on one.”
He shrugs his shoulders like “what can you do?”
“But will I enter that match? Will I stand alongside my brother in Infamy and his pet project and do my absolute best to walk out, still the world champion?
You bet your ass I will.
“And of course if all else fails I'll just tell Jimmy to go to plan B.”
He suddenly looks up into the camera with a wide eyed stare.
“oops.....I said the quiet part loud and the loud part quiet.....”
He reaches up toward the camera and it cuts out for a second before coming back on again.
“But will I enter that match? Will I stand alongside my brother in Infamy and his pet project and do my absolute best to walk out, still the world champion?
He nods his head.
“You bet your ass I will!”
His eyes shift back and forth.
“And jimmy zane will have absolutely nothing to do with it....”
He nods his head, satisfied with his quick edit and then he throws them up.
“Deuces.”
Fade.
We open on the nCw world heavyweight champion carelessly chewing on a piece of gum. His ultimate prize dangling for the whole world to see. Most importantly Ricky Johnson, so he can piss off Ricky Johnson while he sits in his cave playing madden with duchebags and talking about chess.
“The steel Armageddon as some have called it....”
Okay maybe people don't call it that....but they should!
“I have to defend my world championship surrounded by steel and weapons, trapped inside with men who want nothing more then to see my pretty little head roll down the ramp.”
He stands there and tries to look cool from behind his cocky shades.....but eventually he breaks and his forehead meets palm.
“Fff****.....”
He pulls his sunglasses off his face and uses his other hand to run a palm through his hair.
“.....see this would happen to me. They come up with these huge match ups with insane stipulations for my title defenses.....they wanna see if the great and almighty Face of the Franchise can rise to the occasion and really prove he is the best in the world.....then I get in the match and then people start hitting me with crap, then you got these jokers always trying to jump off everything and air bomb me from twenty bajillion freaking feet in the air or however high the thing is. Then everyone gets bloody, everyone gets hurt, bones break, things get real messy and then all of a sudden I find the power to rise up through it all and take the win! I mean seriously....'
He looks into the camera.
“....you guys watch the show. But it just sucks though, because I mean....i may be the face of the franchise and the star of the motherloving show, but I'm not impervious to pain like some people think. When somebody bashes my skull in with a steel chair....
He nods.
“It hurts.....when someone rails my head into a steel rail.....”
He nods again.
'It's gonna hurt....when someone grates my forehead back and forth against the cold hard steel fence and my skin rips open and I start bleeding all over the place.....
He sighs and shakes his head. Shuddering at the thought.
“...it's gonna freaking hurt.”
He rolls his eyes as he just remembers more bad news.
“And of course to make matters worse....I have to team with that little Infamous wannabe Andrew Jacobsen.”
He glares into the camera...directly at him.....with a disgusted glare on his face.
“You couldn't even knock out Manny Paquiao.....a tiny singing mexican congressmen.......and you call yourself Infamous? Dude you don't even know the meaning of the word. All you are is Rob's little pet project. You and Rob may be friends right now, but if you screw this up.....not only will I personally rip that Infamous t-shirt right off your back but I will.....
The camera zooms up on his serious face.
….but I will kick your little ass.”
He said that in bold type and underlined! But then he leans back on his feet and that happy go lucky smile returns to his face.
“But then again, why should I care really? I got my homeboy Rob on my side. When me and Rob got together and called ourselves Infamous....
Over six months ago......seriously Ricky...watch the show.
“.....the planets aligned, the stars shined brighter, and the greatest tag team to ever live was born. We're like the Mega Powers! I'm Hogan, except i'm not practically bald and Rob doesn't wear leopard print hats....in public. I mean if the conspiracy says Steve Awesome and Rob Diamond by themselves never lose....wich we don't...not when it matters the most......then the two of us together would just be un fair.
Steve chuckles to himself.
“Even Andrew Jacobsen couldn't screw that up.”
INZANE-O-SENSE ICE CREAM SOCIAL WITH AWESOMESAUCE
Part DUX
The party was still raging on. Everybody was so drunk and filled with ice cream that they had to designate a proper corner in the bar where everyone could vomit. But after the vomiting, you bet your ass they were right back on the dance floor, cutting that rug up to smithereens. Steve Awesome backs out of a group of people doing the water sprinkler dance move and nearly backs into Lex Sense who was just minding his own business at the bar. Steve spins around to notice the giant sitting there and he decides to pull up a stool, much to the dismay of Lex Sense.
“Hey there Lexi.....I just thought of something weird.....”
Lex doesnt even look away from his Mango Mojito. What.....place is running low on alcohol.
“I'd tell you I don't care.....but something tells me your going to talk to me anyway.”
Awesome looks shocked.
“Woah...you really can see the future!”
Lex grumbles under his breath.
“So anyways, you and Rob want to kill each other. Yet I'm Rob's best friend and confidant. I'm like.....why in the hell doesn't Lex want to kill me? How are we even coexisting at this rocking ice cream social?”
Lex slowly turns his giant head to glare at the world champion.
“I do want to kill you Steve. But i'm saving every violent thought, every devious plan, every monstrous move, for your “best buddy”. It's all been brewing for a couple weeks now and one violent action could set the whole chain of events off and I don't want t waste the good murder on you.”
Awesome smirks.
“So if I were to POKE you in the ear like this......you wouldn't do anything?....”
Steve starts poking Lex in the ear and the look on his face gets increasingly angry with each poke. Lex reaches forward and grabs one of those curvy straws out of a cup in front of him.
“If you poke me one more time, I swear I will jam this swivel stick up your pee hole.”
Steve instantly jumps back like two feet the fear present in his eyes
“Ohh kay...point taken....”
Suddenly Jimmy Zane comes walking up to Steve and Lex.
“Hey guys....what's going on?”
Steve spins around to greet Jimmy, who was wearing a Ben & Jerry's cow t-shirt stained up with chunky munkey.
“Not much Jimmy.....POKE!”
Steve randomly pokes Jimmy right above the nipple and he looks at him doing it and then suddenly, jimmy flies backward and knocks over a few barstools in the process. Jimmy pulls himself up using the bar rail.
“Dude...Steve.....that finger of yours is STRONG!”
Steve smirks and blows off the tip of his extended index finger as if it was a smoking gun.
“That's what the ladies tell me.”
Steve looks up and spots Crystal walking past with her cell phone pressed to her ear.
“Speaking of ladies.....I'll be back later.”
“Ricky johnson....”
Scene up on the pretty face of the world champion.
“….I'm begging you.....'
He slaps his palms together.
“....I'm pleading you....”
He shakes his palms back and forth.
“....just shut the hell up already!”
He sends one final prayer to the lord above and then continues.
“I mean seriously Ricky......your making yourself look like an idiot now. I mean, the whole conspiracy stuff you do.....how you were going to stop me and bring the title back to the mid-card so all the other losers who don't deserve shots could finally get one, that was all well and good.....but then I defeated you Ricky. If were using chess analogies.....this king stood up to everything you had Ricky. Your pawns your rooks your knites your bishops and even your ginger faced queen and I still walked out of Nothing to Lose as world champion.”
Grinny the douchebag slayer shows up.
“Check mate bitch.”
He runs a palm through his luscious hair.
“I figured we were done. I was all ready for that inevitable Alex Jones feud, but of course here you come again. Another cheap shot from the supposed number one contender....”
I swear, i've been blindsided so many times I should get rear view mirrors installed on my body.
“..and now the whole reason why you think you deserve another shot at me is because you think you outshined me? Because in the crazy world you call a brain you think you did better then me in our last match? Maybe you wrestled a good match Ricky, but out shined me? I'm sorry but I always thought the person who shined the most was you know...the winner. Yeah, you really showed me, I could never lose as good as you did Ricky. I could never eat my words like you Ricky.....you totally outshined me by counting the lights and getting pinned. Man I wish that some day, I could lose half as good as Ricky johnson.....
oh the sarcasm was just oozing out of every orifice.
…..So what is this really about Ricky? I mean...your a smart guy....you know how to play chess and everything.....I know deep down inside you don't really believe this garbage. I know somewhere in that brain of yours you have common sense.....I think I know what it is.....I hurt your pride Ricky. Last month was supposed to be your big crowning moment. You were supposed to beat me, you were supposed to be world champion, you were supposed to become the first grand slam champion, and you were supposed to solidify your spot in the hall of fame.....but something happened......you suddenly realized something that you hadn't taken into account before.......
He takes a step forward toward the camera.
“You had to actually be good.”
He lets that sink in for a few moments.
“You had to actually be able to beat me. You spent so much of your time and energy creating this conspiracy...err I'm sorry.....excuses....as to why I was the world champion and in almost every main event this company has ever had......that you actually started to believe them. Then when the pay per view was coming and the whole world was watching, the ten percenters were cheering you on, guys like Trent Helms and Alex Jones were preying you would win because they knew it would be easier to get the belt off you then it would off me, and you failed because you just werent good enough Ricky. There is no conspiracy Ricky, I'm just ****ing talented. There is no plans to hold you back and keep you buried, thats just because your lazy and you only work six months out of the year.
He sticks out his lower lip and feints a sad face to try and sympathize with his rival.
“You were good.....but not good enough. The exact definition of a mid-card wrestler. So now your back and this time you want my blood. This time you want to destroy me inside this Warfare match because I embarassed your crazed lunatic ass in front of the whole world. You want to destroy me Ricky? You want to end my career inside steel armageddon?:
He rips off his sunglasses and tosses them to the floor. In his eyes you can see the fire of passion, the driving force of a champion.
“You want to kill me Ricky? You think you got the balls Ricky? For the past two months, you've been attacking me from behind, you've been talking all this junk from inside your deep dark cave, yet you havent done anything except lose to me in matches and hit me when my back was turned. Your a loser who has hit his peak. Your fifteen minutes of fame are about to end Ricky. You want to destroy me? So many people, better more talented people, have tried but I'm still standing here at the top of the mountain.....
He pffts....
Scratch that.....I am the damn mountain. Not because you think I sucked Leonard's dick to get there...wich by the dubs is totally gay to think about you glaadbag.......but because I have been here since november of the first year, yup two months after your debut Ricky, and I've been here NON STOP even after I lose championships, unlike you ya quitter, wrestling and becoming the legendary hall of famer that you see standing before you today. You want me gone Ricky? You want to end my career this Sunday inside the warfare match? You want to wear this world championship around your waist? Well let's face facts here.....the only way thats ever going to happen for you is if you get down on both knees and....
He does the crotch chop, Infamous style.
“Suck it.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
Steve pushes past a few people to catch up to Crystal Hilton who is still busy chatting on her cell phone. She seems to be blushing and giggling with whoever is on the other side as Steve Awesome slowly approaches her.
“Hey baby...I need to talk to you.”
She puts the one minute finger up as she listens to whoever it was on the other end of the phone.
“Who are you talking too?”
But he just gets another one minute finger but this time she actually hangs up.
“What do you need Steve?”
“I just need you to end my promo by saying your pregnant.”
Crystal looked shocked by the request.
“What? Why?”
Steve shrugs.
“ehhh dramatic effect. I mean, Zelda is pregant, and now it seems that Roxi Johnson is carrying some creepy looking ginger goblin inside of her. It's obvious that pay per view week is the most fertile week of the month to a women in the wrestling buisness so you know people would believe it.”
Crystal stands there with her hands on her hips.
“But I'm not pregnant.”
Steve smiles that charming grin of his.
“Do you wanna be?”
He raises his eyebrows up and down. Crystal definitely didn't expect that response.
“Not really....my career is going really good right now and....”
Steve walks up and puts his arm around his sexy latin girlfriend.
“Look baby, we both love each other right?”
She nods.
“Were both extremely sexy, right?”
She nods again.
“I've wanted a son or a daughter to carry on my name for some time now.....I've given it a lot of thought...and I want you to be it's mother. Two sexy, talented performers coming together to create a super baby of cuteness and talent the likes of the world has never seen.”
Crystal looks at Steve and his cute smile and sexy abs and she wants to say yes, but then she thinks about her career and also her current family that she made with Todd Williams.
“I don't know....it's all a lot to think about.”
“Well lets discuss it together...perhaps over some sex?”
He kisses her neck and she starts rambling in spanish and giggling.
“Okay....let's go.”
Crystal runs off but Steve stays for a few moments to address the camera.
“Hey Todd......I know it was you who called Crystal......so I'm going to bang her in spite of you.....
He crotch chops again.
“Suck it.”
“Two teams enter.....”
He holds up two fingers and then lowers one of them.
“...one team leaves as the world champion and the tag team champions.”
He blows some air through his nostrils.
“Am I ready for something like that? So many combustible elements....so many different ways things can go in this match, one wrong move and my world championship could be lost. Do I want to enter this match?”
He slowly shakes his head back and forth.
“Nope. I would have much rather squashed Ricky again in some other kind of match, one on one.”
He shrugs his shoulders like “what can you do?”
“But will I enter that match? Will I stand alongside my brother in Infamy and his pet project and do my absolute best to walk out, still the world champion?
You bet your ass I will.
“And of course if all else fails I'll just tell Jimmy to go to plan B.”
He suddenly looks up into the camera with a wide eyed stare.
“oops.....I said the quiet part loud and the loud part quiet.....”
He reaches up toward the camera and it cuts out for a second before coming back on again.
“But will I enter that match? Will I stand alongside my brother in Infamy and his pet project and do my absolute best to walk out, still the world champion?
He nods his head.
“You bet your ass I will!”
His eyes shift back and forth.
“And jimmy zane will have absolutely nothing to do with it....”
He nods his head, satisfied with his quick edit and then he throws them up.
“Deuces.”
Fade.