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| (The lights in the arena go out, as the Tidal-Tron flickers on. All of a sudden, in the background Some Girls Do by Sawyer Brown begins playing. The Tidal-Tron then shows the picture of an empty gym, with a wrestling ring in the middle and nothing else. In the middle of the ring is a plain, life size dummy. All of a sudden, a man walks on screen. The man is wearing a white "Good Ol' Country Boyz" shirt and a pair of dark blue denim jeans as well as a cowboy hat, cowboy boots and shades. It is none other than everyone's favourite TWW superstar Suicide. As he notices the camera's are on him, he turns around quickly and starts to talk, ange in his voice.) Suicide:Corx, you b****rd. You really have got it coming to you. You not only carried on stalking that poor girl Hannah on Lightning, but you also took one of my perfectly good guitars, and smashed it over Stephanie's head. The good news is that Stephanie ios recovering in hospital, but the bad news is that she won't be on Shockwave tommorow. And Martin Swift, me and you haven't always seen eye to eye, but I guess we got one thing to agree on, and if you ever need that retarded piece of crap taken out, then I'll be ready for ya, cos' I ain't gonna let him get away with this. And Corx, if you ever want a fight, then screw the ring, I'll meet you in a nice, cold, dark alley somewhere. Oh, and screw any rules in wrestling. I'll give you fight, and I sure as hell am not talking about a fight with steel chairs and baseball bats. I mean a real fight, off camera, and if you accept, then I'll slit your throat open with a damn knife. So Corx, please, I'm beggin' ya, you name a date and I'll name a place, and trust me when I say that I'm godamn ready. Tommorow, Graduate, you think yuo're real tough, well, quite frankly, I don't really give a damn fr headlocks and armbars. Neither do the viewing public. What they want is excitement, so Swift, if you want to deliver excitement, please, just go ahead and fire this ponce. Nobody'd complain. To tell you the truth, nobody'd really notice. So Graduate, Tuesday, I'm gonna take you apart, piece from piece, and I'mm gonna kick you ass there. And Corx, this is just a damn demonstration of what I'm gonna do to you. Oh, it's been a bit toned down though. Well, a lot actually. After all, I can't do what I want to on live TV, can I? And I'm sure you can figure out what I want to do to you you piece of s**t. (With that Suicide steps in the ring, grabs the dummy by the head, picks it up and delivers a piledriver. He then picks it up again, and hits a standing dropkick. Then, he picks it up again, but this time he hits it with a Downward Spiral from the top rope. He then ges up top, hits the Ice Cool, and locks on the Country Tunes. As the dummy's legs start to fall to pieces, he looks at the camera, smiles sadistcally, and says the following.) Suicide:Graduate...Corx, tommorow, you will listen to sweet.......Country Tunes. |
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