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Funny Guys You Are...
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GTA
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{Beautiful...luxurious...a wrestling ring. This is where GTA has chose to do some talking, they are in an empty ring, in an empty arena, staring at the Tidal-Tron. The Bandit is hoist up sitting on the top turn buckle, The Mustang has his back rested up against the ropes, while sitting on the canvas. The Bandit looks away at the screen, as the footage comes to an end, thus entering...The Bandit...}
--=THE BANDIT=-- Last Resort...Last Resort...Last Resort. You sit in your fancy rooms, with your dirty butlers, and try to impress Grand Theft Auto with some half-wit dialouge, well it just isn't going to work.
{The Bandit hops down, and begins pacing the ring, making a small circle.(about 25% of the ring}
--=THE BANDIT=-- You see this small circle I am making...the area inside represents approximently 25%, thus meaning the people in the TWW with talent. Now the area outside, represents people without talent, such as yourselfs.
{The Mustang hops up, and grabs te mic from his brother.}
--=THE MUSTANG=-- You see, you think you are impressing us, you think you intimidate us, sh*t, I have been scared more with half the stuff I wake up. That is why, my brother aswell as I...think you guys are f*ck*ng hilarious. You show footage of four good moves that you had from Tuesday, whoo!...we better watch out.
{The Bandit pulls out another mic.}
--=THE BANDIT=-- You see, one thing I found very, very amusing, your motto. And I quote, "We Kick Ass and Don't Care If We Don't Win"...
{They look at eachother, and break out in an hysterical laughter.}
--=THE BANDIT=-- Sorry, I didn't try to be rude, but you two are full of sh*t. You claim what you want, its for the fans, I love this sport, but everyone knows it, that you aswell as everyone, are in it for the money and fame, which come from winning. Ofcourse, there are side objectives, but those are the main focal points.
--=THE MUSTANG=-- Very well said, now its my turn, and I am going to get down and dirty. Now listen you two queers, you come out here and make false accusations of how you are going to kick our ass, you think what you want. But obviously you can understand my brother's model here, that means, that we the talented two in this match, are going to be the 75%, which consist of you two goofballs, Last Resort, including Brooklyn Beatdown, and Fatal Encounter, because we are going Auto on your ass. So boys, be expecting to get your ass handed to ya, because tonight, we are gonna partttt...ay...get laid, and drink some beer, not in any specific order, and you kids out there, you stick to Root Beer as my brother here does, and God Bless All!...Whoo!...get some booty!
{After The Mustang's short lived seizure/spaz, they make their way out of the arena, and continue to the bar, their favorite place possibly?} |
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