HoMeWrEcKeR- Critique this if you have the chance

[Troy & B&-y Meadows]

The hallway is emptied of all life as the camera cuts on and is severally out of focus. After a few seconds the camera automatically focuses just before turning to see Troy Meadows leaning up against the wall next to the an unlabeled locker room door. The "Old School" title belt hanging over his shoulder which rests on his New England Patriots football jersey. Brandy is no where in sight as he looks straight forward with the camera catching his left profile. He slowly turns his head to look at the camera without moving his body. He begins to speak softly and clearly with no hint of rhythm in his voice at all.

"Dustin Delta, Double D, Former Television champion, Former King of Deathmatch Champion, future hall of fame member for GHW. Whatever you desire to be called it really does not matter at all. You ran your mouth and put your position for the Tower of London match on the line this week in our match. But see I am from Lousianna which means I am a gambling man. So how about we sweeten the pot some for you as you get nothing for winning this match. So how about this, if you beat me I will do your bidding as you see fit. Meaning any opponent you desire softened up before a big match, I will do your dirty work. Your choice to accept or decline, but see I am confident in my abilities. As you see I may be Oh and two here, but I laid down for a reason. And losing to you there is no good reason to do that."

Troy pats the title belt on his shoulder and looks slightly down at it before looking back to the camera.

You say I had to make a title to wear one. I hold this title cause it is the thorn in the side of one of my old friends. See he was weak and doubted me. He thought I would just lay down and let him win. Sort of like you think I will just let you keep your spot in that Tower of London match. I will make you work for the spot you earned. I will take you to your limits and then some. I worked Ollie over softening him up for Kahlan, then i let her win. Cause at this point I am sure its common knowledge that she payed me with something you can not. My name is Troy Meadows, and I am the Dirty South Brawler, the Southern Hell Raiser, but I am also The Homewrecker.

Troy turns his body to the camera completely facing it as the camera is able to catch fresh claw marks on his right shoulder. The blood is not even fully dry from the raking of which he had just received mere moments before the promo.

You said my rhymes were weak and that I could not be taken seriously doing them. So take me serious when that bell rings Double D. Make sure you go into this match as if it is for that Deathmatch title, or else your name will not be on that Tower of London match at all.

Troy turns completely around and begins to take a couple steps before stopping and turning his head only slightly to the left letting the camera catch just the side of his face and he calls back.

Oh and Kahlan, you loved my body hard and long its true and you know where my dressing room is if you want a round two. But don't you think for a second that I will let you win anymore. That ship sailed away sweetheart, see you at Dawn of Destruction. And remember there is two I's in Louisiana.

Troy holds up both middle fingers to the camera as he starts to walk off again and the camera fades to black ending the promo segment.

EOT - Comments welcome I am a grown man who can take whatever you have to say so be brutally honest. Dustin we may have "beef" or whatever you want to call it but to be completely honest. After what you said I respect you cause you were honest with how you felt.

[Brad Windsor]

Nice rant!
I lolled hard when Troy said "And remember there is two Is' in Louisiana", since your first one had a typo with only one. xD That is Karma worthy! Good read.

[Troy & B&-y Meadows]

That was not a Typo, there is two ways to say Louisiana. 1 is how you were taught to say it I'm sure, the other is how us bayou folk say it Lousianna, pronounced Lose-ie-an-na as opposed to La-Wheeze-An-Na. I am sure its hard to see the difference in type just like your name "Kahlan" aka the convo in shout box. And from this I will take the note of making sure to specify when he is using his "southern drawl with words. And thank you for Karma.

On a side note I like your new picture better then the last one.

[Brad Windsor]

Lol Ty. Still I didn't know that, which made me lol. =D Which means me = LOLHAPPYLOL. XD

[swodaem]

(Continuation of the original post for feud- Side note Bon Temps is pronounced as Bon Ton its french so sue us.)

The segment goes from Troy's promo to commercial and on its way back from commercial break the screen goes distorted and pixelated. The white noise and screen causes many of the home viewers to begin wondering if something happened to their television before a voice begins to talk without a full video feed.

Troy.... I know you hear me..... I am coming.... I am going to strip that title from you. Your fate is seal. Like sands through an hourglass your time is only running shorter.

The video feed clears fully up to show Swo Daem in an empty locker room. He is in his full mask still hiding who he actually is.

You run off and pick a fight with Dustin Delta this week so you can avoid me? We had a word for his kind back in Bon Temps. That word is Jobber. Quit wasting your time on worthless hacks and face me.

Swo Daem takes a soft breath while remaining focused on the lens in front of his face.

You say Louisiana has two I's but there is only one I here. And that I is the same I in the term you will hear when we meet.

Its hard to fully tell but a demented smile is barely visible due to the mask.

"And here's your WINNER, SWO DAEM!" So take your second I back to the locker room and see if you can hide behind it.

Swo Daem raises one of his hands holding up his middle finger to the camera.

Here's your head start now go cower like the small child you actually are.

The screen goes back to its pixilated state that it was at before.

I am coming for you, coming to claim what is mine. No one will stop me, no one can stop what will be written on the walls with your blood. Only one as mad as the hatter can really grasp what will come to be.

The white noise picks back up as Swo Daem stops talking for a second until his voice is heard one last time very faintly.

Are you mad yet?