The TSOB arena. Sight of many epic battles. Like that time Manitoba won the TSOB for the 3 time, even though he’s a sucky flasher. Or the time Alvarado was run by like, 12 different people and he went around saying “SILENCE FOOLISH [Word that rhymes with Moor]!” Or how about when Dr. Abortion chained himself to the ring and wouldn’t leave? Or all those cool plot resolutions, like the SNS being founded by Maverick, or the SNS moving to Japan. Yeah, those were all good times.
But now, an event that will rival them all comes to the TSOB. In one night... Ten of Wrassle’s best (well, 3 of Wrassle’s best and the scrapings that came from the regionals), from each of Wrassle’s 10 feds, will fight in a 7 match tournament to determine who is the best Wrassle has to offer!
Yes fans. It’s here. It’s now. It’s the Bar Room Brawl: Wrassle[dot]Net edition!
Ten men and/or women... All fighting for the right to -
Virtue Knight: Fie! It be a Moor!
Count Justice: Slayeth him!
Huh? What?! No... No.... NOOOOOOO!
Virtue Knight: Fie. Mayhaps we shouldn’t. For he doth screameth like a woman.
Count Justice: All the more reason to slayeth him. For he nay only be Moorish, but a foppish dandy as well!
Hey, guys, don’t kill me... I’m just the TSOB promo guy. I’m taping this promo for the Bar Room Brawl! I have a wife and kids! Please don’t kill me! Please!