Post by Psychotic Circus on Sept 29, 2011 4:11:27 GMT -5
(During what should of been the Carson vs. Jaggeroth match at TNT.)
The Psycho King stands on the second ropes, a few minutes of awkward silence as his eyes gaze over a piece of paper the ref had handed him. He pleads for a mic, well, more like demanded it with death being the penalty for not producing one. The man in the zebra stripes hands one off, with that, Jaggeroth raises his masked head and prepares to deliver another sermon to the unwashed masses watching TNT live or at home.
"Hogs and Dicks. We seem to have a problem here. Seems like Nick Carson has dropped out of the entire competition, here tonight, and at Full Circle. I'm so sorry to report that Nick Carson has been diagnosed with terminal vaginitist."
The Time Killer raises his arms and palms to the air in a "What do you do?" posse, then returns to the mic.
"But don't worry, fair people of the GHW Universe..or shit-verse, yeah, shit-verse suits all you mud encrusted pigs just nicely...The powers that be!...Have given me the win here tonight, and at Full Circle, the Tyrant's match will still be-a-go. Because taking the third spot is someone...I know. Someone who thinks they're ready to step up and fill my shoes. I'm not even going to tell you who it is, let the internet break this story loose, because I've got more important matters to speak of. Hayden Hardkore, Dominick Santiago, the third turd in this shit sandwich, whichever one of you makes it to the final round to stand before me and my unstoppable might! I'm bringing a coffin with your name on it, and when I'm done shoving your miserable carcass inside, I'm going to dance on your grave after I FUCKING BURY YOUR ASS! This night and the next belong to me, my destiny is set in stone, the first ever GHW Undisputed Champion belongs on the waist of a man who has been here and proving night in and night out that there's no sicker son of a bitch in this business. I don't need the Circus, I don't need the fucking Horde of mindless killing machines. I only need my bare hands to dismantle any of you fuck wads. And remember, bring some lipstick, because I like my bitches prettied up before I fuck them over!"
"The FCC is going to be all over our asses for this one...."
"Can someone please cut his mic or something? He's just going to sit here and slobber all over the mic. Why are they pushing this sadistic freak to the moon? He's only going to get worse from here!"
The Patron Saint of Rage begins to raise the mic again, but is suddenly cut off by some unknowing fool's music.
(tbcb: HIM)
The Psycho King stands on the second ropes, a few minutes of awkward silence as his eyes gaze over a piece of paper the ref had handed him. He pleads for a mic, well, more like demanded it with death being the penalty for not producing one. The man in the zebra stripes hands one off, with that, Jaggeroth raises his masked head and prepares to deliver another sermon to the unwashed masses watching TNT live or at home.
"Hogs and Dicks. We seem to have a problem here. Seems like Nick Carson has dropped out of the entire competition, here tonight, and at Full Circle. I'm so sorry to report that Nick Carson has been diagnosed with terminal vaginitist."
The Time Killer raises his arms and palms to the air in a "What do you do?" posse, then returns to the mic.
"But don't worry, fair people of the GHW Universe..or shit-verse, yeah, shit-verse suits all you mud encrusted pigs just nicely...The powers that be!...Have given me the win here tonight, and at Full Circle, the Tyrant's match will still be-a-go. Because taking the third spot is someone...I know. Someone who thinks they're ready to step up and fill my shoes. I'm not even going to tell you who it is, let the internet break this story loose, because I've got more important matters to speak of. Hayden Hardkore, Dominick Santiago, the third turd in this shit sandwich, whichever one of you makes it to the final round to stand before me and my unstoppable might! I'm bringing a coffin with your name on it, and when I'm done shoving your miserable carcass inside, I'm going to dance on your grave after I FUCKING BURY YOUR ASS! This night and the next belong to me, my destiny is set in stone, the first ever GHW Undisputed Champion belongs on the waist of a man who has been here and proving night in and night out that there's no sicker son of a bitch in this business. I don't need the Circus, I don't need the fucking Horde of mindless killing machines. I only need my bare hands to dismantle any of you fuck wads. And remember, bring some lipstick, because I like my bitches prettied up before I fuck them over!"
"The FCC is going to be all over our asses for this one...."
"Can someone please cut his mic or something? He's just going to sit here and slobber all over the mic. Why are they pushing this sadistic freak to the moon? He's only going to get worse from here!"
The Patron Saint of Rage begins to raise the mic again, but is suddenly cut off by some unknowing fool's music.
(tbcb: HIM)
