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| ::Snake Eyes is seen in the hotel room talking with someone on the phone. He then hangs up and looks at the camera:: Snake Eyes: Dang, I'm starving. Haven't had any good food in days. Oh well, that's of the point. I have to go to Pizza Hut and pick up my 2 medium pizzas for $10.99 I hope that's sufficient for my appetite. Once again I haven't eaten any good food in -- ::Just then the fire alarm goes off. Snake Eyes, startled, grabs a few things and heads out the door quickly:: ::He gets outside and runs to his car. He puts the keys in to unlock the door. No wait! He forgot his keys! Snake Eyes trudges back to where a group of people are sitting with blankets around themselves:: ::Snake Eyes looks at his watch, it's 10:30 at night:: Snake Eyes: Figures. Oh well, I guess this would be a good time to talk about what happened at Shockwave. ::Snake Eyes groans loudly:: Snake Eyes: That must be one of the most embarrasing things that has ever happened to me. I lost to John Vendetta. Ok, so maybe I didn't lose, and maybe I came really close. But technically I didn't win either. Stupid piece o' crap Epitome of Evil. Can't believe it... It won't happen again! Snake Eyes: I tell ya what. It's not the first time I've been screwed over by the ref. Last three matches I've been in, piece of crap referee's get knocked out. Can't take one ounce of pain, I'm telling you. Jeez louise, I can't believe it! AGAIN! AGAIN! ::Snake Eyes pounds the ground hardly and leaves a big hole in the nearly perfect grass:: ::A man, looking about 70 years old, looks at Snake Eyes oddly:: Man: Sir, what're you mad about? I know that you're mad about the fire alarm, but why so mad? ::Snake Eyes, still in a bad mood, looks at the man stupidly for a moment. Then he says...:: Snake Eyes: Never you mind. It's none of your beeswax Mr. umm, ::Snake Eyes looks, and stumbles, at the Mercantile Bank badge that's still on his shirt:: Man: Jincinsalami, that's it. Oh, and talk to me with respect next time please. Snake Eyes: Respect? I'll show you respect! You old bum. ::Snake Eyes spits on the ground near the old man's feat. The man looks ready to fight, but then he looks at the muscles on Snake Eyes and quickly changes his mind:: Man: Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. ::Snake Eyes looks at the camera again:: Snake Eyes: EOE? What about him? Well, I'll tell you what. I think he's the... ::Snake Eyes looks at his pile of stuff and digs through it. He finds a thesaurus:: Snake Eyes: Darn, wrong book oh well, let's put it to use. ::He flips the pages and stops on one, he pauses and starts to say something:: Snake Eyes: EOE, you are the muddy, pitiful, filthy, shabby, foul, soiled,(laughs at that one) nasty, mean, grimy, low, obscene, untidy, indecent, unclean, messy, squalid, contemptible, and sloppy person I have ever met. And your, an ass. So, that pretty much sums it up for you. But! That's not all. I challenge you to a barbwire roped, ladder, bat on a pole, hardcore, cage match. Or, just a regular match. Sorry just got a little carried away there. ::Snake Eyes is blushing, embarrased:: Snake Eyes: I have to admit, on Monday, I was letting my emotions get the best of me. It won't happen again, you faithful fans. Snake Eyes: Now, I heard I have a match on Thursday. Now that's cool with me, but I don't know about the other 2 of you. Snake Eyes: Now Loki the Trickster, hasn't done a promo since Monday night. But I learned a lot about him during that interview. He's from the WWF, and the No Holds Barred Wrestling Federation. Now I could care less about the NHBWF or whatever the heck it's called. The WWF, is another matter. I've never seen you there, I've been to many of those shows. But never, ever, have I seen you there. I, for reasons that are near unbelievable, don't believe that you were in the WWF. But, once again, correct me if I'm wrong. Snake Eyes: You wanna talk about your past, boy? Well, if I told you about my past your pants would be soiled. So when in my presence don't talk about your history. Because frankly, I don't give a crap. ::Snake Eyes smiles as though pleased at what he just said:: Snake Eyes: Shawn What? Shawn Who? Well, nevermind. I don't care about Shawn enough to learn his last name. ::Snake Eyes remembers something he forgot to talk about earlier:: Snake Eyes: Oh, by the way, Suicide sucks. WHEN YOU ROLL SNAKE EYES, YOU RUN OUT OF LUCK! Fade to black... |
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