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First Challenge...First Win...
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GTA
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{The early morning rises apon the horizon, the birds are chirping, all colors of leaves cover the ground, and the smell of an ass kicking is in the air. It is 6:00 AM...The Bandit and The Mustang are out...jogging!?!? Behind them is two men, driving a scooter, with a passenger seat on the side, where conviently a camera man is sitting. They finally catch up to GTA, and pull in front of them.}
--=Simon Marsh=-- Hi, you may not know me, but I am the interviewer for the TWW, and I am here to get some feedback about your first match here in the TWW. I have folloing you guys for the past 4 miles, and this is the first time I could pull ahead.
--=THE BANDIT=-- Oh really, we didn't notice you.(rolls his eyes) But since we are here, you are here, we might as well get some air time, right?...right. So, who were are opponents?
--=Simon Marsh=-- Oh, they were...Last Resort, Brooklyn Beatdown, and Fatal Encounter.
--=THE MUSTANG=-- Ah, a four way tag match...this should be interesting...very interesting.
--=THE BANDIT=-- As my brother was saying, this should be interesting, aswell as fun. Because we get to take down three other tag teams of the TWW. Lets take a look here, first we have Last Resort...lets look at their latest match...what happened...
--=THE MUSTANG=-- Lossed...
--=THE BANDIT=-- Fatal Encounter...
--=THE MUSTANG=-- Losses...
--=THE BANDIT=-- And finally...Brooklyn Beatdown...
--=THE MUSTANG=-- New, just like us.
--=THE BANDIT=-- So that is our opponents, four losers, and two new guys, and then we are two new guys, this in anyother case would be a borefest match, with boring chants, but with GTA in the match, this will be the most exciting, charistmatic match of the night. And we will show our execellence and supremecy over all tag teams, and make are beckoning call to the tag titles.
--=THE MUSTANG=-- That is correct, we are the upbrining, and the only talent on this tag roster that we can see. For example, look at our great tag champs now, they lost in a handicap match, to one person. That is ridiculas. So, even this being out first match, we are the odd on favorites. So, I think we are tired of talking to you, and as soon as we get use to this fed, and the people in it, we will let you talk, but until then, you will have to just wait and stand there looking goofy and holding the mic...so talk to ya later Marshy.
{With that, they just start running away, to finish their jog. Because ofcourse, they need to get ready for their grueling match coming up.} |
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