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| ::As the time draws nearer...it's time for Smasher to shut up...:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ :::Our scene opens up, and James is lying on a couch. A door opens, and a man appears with a bag of ice. He places it next to James, and wakes him up by shaking his shoulders. James opens a weary eye, and lets out a noise that can only be translated as..."Nweargh?"::: James: Scotty? Scotty: Yup man, it's me. Sue called and said it was way too dangerous for her to be at ringside. SO, my friend, once again, I'm your manager. James: (Yawning) That's sweet man. But first, I gotta go beat Dysan! Scotty: ... James: Eh? What is it? ScottY: Uhh, man, you royally got your ass kicked by Dysan already. The next card is tommorow. You face Nate Stryker, again, and Smasher. James: Wait, It's coming back to me now...[beep]! I got put through a table, didn't I? I [beep]ing hate Dysan, and I [beep]ing hate tables! Scotty: Oh yeah, that's the other thing. You gotta put the other two through tables to win. James: There's only one word for a situation like this. Scotty: What is it? James: Poop. :::Our scene fades, and due to the wonders of television, by now it's 6 hours later, James has his memory back, and the two have watched Smasher's interviews.::: James: King of the gimmick match? That's a joke! Scotty: Sure is! You should be called The King of the Table Match or something. James: Maybe The King of being put through tables...but not this time! Smasher, Crasher, Flasher, whoever you are. You think you can impress me by defeating Stryker? Join the club, man. I've beaten him twice. And he's never beaten me. Doesn't sound like such an acheivement now, does it? And it won't really be much of an achievment when I throw you through a table, followed by Nate. Ya know, I've been put through two tables in my TWW career so far. And I'll be damned if I'm going through another one. Smasher, you better go start training if you think you're gonna win this one. Because you aint. And neither is Nate. Because I'm too damn angry, annoyed, cross, mad, [beep]ed, whatever you wanna call it, to lose. I tried, against Dysan, I really did. But you wanna go against someone who is at least 5 inches taller, 50 pounds heavier, and has had their title stolen? Be my guest, you won't last long at all. And neither did I. But I've watched my peformance, I've watched my mistakes. And I sure as hell won't make them again. Did your math teacher ever go on about "Making silly mistakes"? How they were so easy to do, yet so easy to prevent? Well, Smasher, you've gone and made a silly mistake. You ran your mouth off. Now, this could of been easily prevented. but no. You had to go and do it. But as for the crack about calling the US Guard? What the hell was that about? Does this sound like an American accent to you, or does it sound like a Liverpool one? If you answered A, then you're sorely mistaken. I despise America. Damn, Suicide has his head screwed on straight, that's for sure. But I've gone and backtracked. Smasher, if you think this match will be fun, you might as well go jump in a pirana tank. No, wait, that may be slightly less painful...Tell me, Smash, have you ever felt your shin bone and your ankle bone snap simultaneously? I guess you haven't, and that's why you think you have the advantage. Justwhen I lock in Dead End, then throw your lifeless body through a table after you pass out from pain, you'll know why you don't mess with The One and Only! Because I am The Sensation, The Future, The damned Master of 738 holds! Go start your training, go lace up your boots, because Smasher, The Time is Now! Onto Stryker. What is there to say? 3 times the charm, in my view. 3 matches...3 wins. That's how it'll go. And as much as I'm ashamed to admit it, my only wins were against you, Nate. But I'm sure you forget, with all the losses you keep encountering. But Nate, you wanna bring Chase for backup, go right ahead. I don't mind. Because he's a wanted man by the roster, as are you. And I'm first in line to kick your ass! So Nate, don't sing it, bring it! ---STATIC--- (Sorry it's short, I only had 20 mins) |
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