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| ** The scene fades back into where we left off as Chris is ready to continue his tirade against everyone** Chris: Now I’m gonna talk about the other team Suicide and myself are gonna face…Syth and Epitome Of Evil. Now the one I’m gonna talk about first is E.O.E the guy who I pinned in front of thousand crammed in attendance, and the million s watching world wide. E.O.E everyone saw you lose to The Real F’N Deal by pinfall one…two…three. It was not only a pinfall it was a short match, that shows how much I dominated your big fat @ss, and I thought getting it on with your ugly women Eve was hard, but carrying this guy ladies and gentleman was even harder. Imagine trying to pull a truck by your "lady pleaser" and then you’ll know how hard it was to get an orgasm from Eve…whoops I’m mean carrying E.O.E to a decent match, hell at times like this I’m starting to feel sorry for Chase for having to carry you as Suicide will be carrying Chase. Actually that gives me an idea. How about this. Seeing as I’m not booked on the ppv why not add me to the World Title match. After all I’ve pinned E.O.E, but if that’s not enough lets make the match for both the Nations and World Title. Of course Swift will reject it because he’s insane and all that but to me a good idea, is a good idea. ** Chris smiles at the great idea he has come up with, and feels pleased that he came up with it. He then continues talking feeling brighter** Chris: Now the final jobber in the main event is some dolts called Syth. I think James Edwards put it best when he said… ‘You (Syth) are arrogant, for rating yourself so high’ I dunno it was something along those lines, but he does have a point, in fact he nailed it right on the spot, you are over rated You take The Graduate to a close match and you expect everyone to come up to you full of praise, well on Shockwave I’m gonna come up to you full of something…no not praise but a Size 15 boot full of British talent kicking you around the ring, leaving you in agony on the floor, and while you plead "Gee Mr. Matthews sir. I’m sorry for being so full of s—t, I’m sorry that I suck in the ring and you have to carry me, by please don’t hurt me" five seconds later you will be lying flat on your back after a Sideliner. Syth you don’t impress me, or anyone who has a brain, all you are is a glorified jobber given a shot at the big time, by a President in a straight jacket, but what I’m about to say you can take to the bank. This WILL be the last time you come near a main event, or even near The Real F’N Deal Chris Matthews, because you don’t have the talent to make it boy. Finally I wanna say my piece on the return of our president Martin Swift Who cares if he’s back? The ratings have never been higher since he’s gone, and I’ve got my push up the TWW rankings as I deserve, all because Swift was not there to hold me down as a regular mid carder. Guys like Louis saw my potential to be the best star in the business, while guys like Martin wanted me to square of with guys like Hardcore Camo! Then as Swift went my push happened, coincidence? I’ll let you draw the conclusion as to whether this has been my plot all along, but let me comment that over my dead and crippled body will Swift dump me in the low rankings, the day I’m made to face Mr. Perfection Bongo on one of our lesser shows, is the day hell freezes over, because there is no way Swift will try and kill my career again, just because we don’t see eye to eye. You wanna why this will never happen? Because I am THE GREATEST ** Chris gets up from his sun lounger and takes the Nations Title with him as he walks off camera. The scene fades to black** |
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