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| {{The scene opens at Dysan's home, in his living room. dysan and Sarah sit in opposite chairs with a big fire blazing and Dysan's Extreme title hanging over the arm of his chair. The Tv is on but the sound is mute. Sarah sits reading the paper as Dysan reads TWW monthly magasine. He is reading the awards section and realizes he has no award. As he scans down the page seeing the likes of Shawn chase and Corx his eyes widen and he laughs to him self. He turns a few pages and comes to a spotlight section where this months section is devoted to him, Dysan. Dysan raises one eyebrow and reads to description on himself. He chuckles and Sarah looks up}} Sarah:: " Will you stop it with the laughing, im trying to read here" Dysan:: " Sorry honey its just this thing in this magasine, it cracks me up" Sarah:: "Care to share the joke" Dysan:: " Im in the spotlight, they seem to think my success is suprising, well i have news for them it is going to continue" Sarah:: " Hmmmmmm, what ever {{Sigh}} Dysan:: " Whats with you anyway. you have been in a bitch ass mood all f***ing day" Sarah:: " Will You just F**ck OFF!!!!!!! Dysan:: " Whoa calm down......oh i see i see" Sarah:: " What, What do you see?" Dysan:: " Oh its ok honey i get what your going through"# Sarah:: " Which is?" Dysan:: " {{Whispers}} P....M............T {{Sarah gets up and walks over to the chair where Dysan sits. She slaps him hard accross the face as Dysan's head rocks back. She storms upstairs as her face beams red dysan quickly follows her up. She goes into the master bedroom and slams the door in Dysan's face. Dysan listens at the door and quietly speaks}} Dysan:: " Oh its ok honey, PMT happens to all women" Sarah:: " F**CK OFF!!!!!!!!! Dysan:: " Whoa, calm your brain, im only trying to help, whats the matter with you if its not PMT" Sarah:: " P*ss OFF!!!!!!! Dysan:: " OkaY, IM COMING IN" {{Dysan enters the room where his wife, lies on the bed reading her magasine from down stairs. She sits staring at dysan as he moves closer}} Sarah:: " Get away from me" Dysan:: " what the f**ks up with you" Sarah:: " Im leaving you" Dysan:: " Your WHAT!!!!, what the fuck has brought this on" Sarah:: " All you care about is your precious wrestling and winning matches, you never pay attention to me, its not fair, Andrew. Its not fair leaving me in the shadows, im sick of it and i've had enough" {{Sarah gets a suitcase from under the bed and begins packing clothes}} Dysan:: " where do you plan to go? Sarah:: " Ill find somewhere" Dysan:: " Your not going anywhere" {{Dysan grabs Sarah's arm, but she slaps him in the face and runs down the stairs. Dysan runs after her but fails to catch her, a taxi pulls up outside the house and Sarah runsout into the taxi with her suitcase. Dysan runs after the taxi but it pulls away to quickly. Dysan walks back inside cursing and holding his face}} Dysan:: " For f*cks sake, i have lost my wife, lost my favorite pants what next. The only thing i am looking forward to is kicking some ass" {{dysan looks into the camera}} Dysan:: " Once again i retina what is mine, my extremee title. MY extreme title. Andy Extreme, once agin you failed to live up to expectations, or did you. i beg to differ. I think i raised my game so much that i kicked your sorry ass and made you look like a fool you little b***tard. Now i think you should realise that you are not the one to beat me nor will you ever be. After our match one more person thought they would make it clear to everyone they were gunning for dysan, a man that goes by the name of Syth. A man who is supposodly the next....big......thing. ill give you it Syth you do look good, Mr rookie of the month. You may be more of a threat than Andy Extreme ever was, but what does that mean to me....precisly.......squat. I dont care if you look good, sound good hell you could smell good and i still dont give a damn. Syth, i accept your little mind games offer and i welcome it with open arms. You think you can challenge me, the master of the Extreme match, well lets see how you cope come that Pay Per View. i not only accept that match i would like to contribue to its stipulations. Not only will this match be extreme rules but it will be......a.......................wait for it............Hell In A Cell match. Yes 15ft of stell cage for me to play with. You could be flying of that cell at mind games, just bare that in mind. Ill see you before then though Syth, i can guarantee you that. Now on to my match with..........Corx. This guy is someone i have wanted from day one in TWW. I saw his antics and decided it was time to shut him up. Now is my chance to do so. Corx you may have been main eventing and fighting all the big stars for titles and the like but you havent came up against me. that will be your weakness, inexperience. I have watched you get beaten......what six times, hell man that aint a very good record, Me, six and 1 that one hell of a record, soon to be seve and 1. Corx you can call your self god and all of thsi bull**** but that just makes you more of a coward than you really are, hiding you pig ugly face behind that mask wont stop the blood seeping through you know? God is just a number eh? Well get these numbers stuck in your head....1...............2...............3. You will be hearing those when Dysanbeats your ass . When dysan says he is going to do something he does it. so what i am going to do is kick your ass..........Why? You need to be put inline....thats why. Once you are beaten corx fingers will point and heads will turn, Dysan will be known as the man who slayed the mighty Corx. So my last word goes out to you Corx........I have every intention of taking you so called spot, get that one into your head and prepare to fight.......Got It? {{The scen fades as dysan slumps down into a chair}} |
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