Post by Squall Leonhart on Jul 31, 2014 16:34:00 GMT -5
The scene open's with Christy Hemme standing in front of a black backdrop, ready to conduct an interview.
"Please welcome with me at this time, The Straight-Edge Juggalo, Ryan Kendrick!"
On cue, Ryan Kendrick walks on screen, wearing a black wifebeater and a pair of distressed blue jeans, alongside his custom hatchetman necklace. He smiles as he awaits Christy's question's.
"Ryan, this week you and Enigma will take on The Fallen in the final's of the GZWA Tag Team Tournament's Winner Bracket. Jimmy Jacob's has already shared his thought's on the match. What are your's?
Kendrick would smirk at Christy's question.
"Listen Christy, this match is gonna be a snap. The Fallen aren't anything special. Especially Jimmy Jacobs. I mean, that guy's gone out and talked trash about me and Enigma to separate times, but never once were his comments on the mark. I mean come on, the "Emo Warrior" is gonna call us cowards? Reality Check dude, I'm not the guy who goes around cutting his wrist's because life suck's, or attempting suicide because I'm to much of a puss to live life. You're like the definition of a coward. Then you said we aren't extreme. Because carrying a ballbat covered in barbed-wire isn't extreme. Because setting the world champion on fire isn't extreme. Because the man who was trained by Edge and Sting couldn't possibly be extreme. Jimmy Jacob's, you've done nothing but show us that you don't know shit. And we all know that you can't wrestle worth shit. Jimmy, you're fucked. Royally. Tomorrow, we're going to come down to that ring, and beat your ass. And we're not going to cut your throat after, because you'd like it to much, and because it's too good for you. You're going to get broken in half by the Tempest, and we're just going to leave right where you land. And Paige, don't think I've forgotten about you. We've dug you a comfy little grave right beside Jimmy's, because Paige, the Tempest has just enough seats for two. And just in case you decide to try anything fishy with that spike of yours, I'll be bringing this."
Ryan would pick up his barbed-wire bat from off camera, and sling it over his shoulder before simply walking off screen, without another word, leaving Christy to close the segment.
"Those were some heated word's from the Straight-Edge Juggalo. It seem's like he's all fired up for his match with The Fallen. This is Christy Hemme, out.
"Please welcome with me at this time, The Straight-Edge Juggalo, Ryan Kendrick!"
On cue, Ryan Kendrick walks on screen, wearing a black wifebeater and a pair of distressed blue jeans, alongside his custom hatchetman necklace. He smiles as he awaits Christy's question's.
"Ryan, this week you and Enigma will take on The Fallen in the final's of the GZWA Tag Team Tournament's Winner Bracket. Jimmy Jacob's has already shared his thought's on the match. What are your's?
Kendrick would smirk at Christy's question.
"Listen Christy, this match is gonna be a snap. The Fallen aren't anything special. Especially Jimmy Jacobs. I mean, that guy's gone out and talked trash about me and Enigma to separate times, but never once were his comments on the mark. I mean come on, the "Emo Warrior" is gonna call us cowards? Reality Check dude, I'm not the guy who goes around cutting his wrist's because life suck's, or attempting suicide because I'm to much of a puss to live life. You're like the definition of a coward. Then you said we aren't extreme. Because carrying a ballbat covered in barbed-wire isn't extreme. Because setting the world champion on fire isn't extreme. Because the man who was trained by Edge and Sting couldn't possibly be extreme. Jimmy Jacob's, you've done nothing but show us that you don't know shit. And we all know that you can't wrestle worth shit. Jimmy, you're fucked. Royally. Tomorrow, we're going to come down to that ring, and beat your ass. And we're not going to cut your throat after, because you'd like it to much, and because it's too good for you. You're going to get broken in half by the Tempest, and we're just going to leave right where you land. And Paige, don't think I've forgotten about you. We've dug you a comfy little grave right beside Jimmy's, because Paige, the Tempest has just enough seats for two. And just in case you decide to try anything fishy with that spike of yours, I'll be bringing this."
Ryan would pick up his barbed-wire bat from off camera, and sling it over his shoulder before simply walking off screen, without another word, leaving Christy to close the segment.
"Those were some heated word's from the Straight-Edge Juggalo. It seem's like he's all fired up for his match with The Fallen. This is Christy Hemme, out.
