Post by therocker on Feb 5, 2007 0:15:18 GMT -5
The camera focuses in as The Rocker steps back, his personal hardcore championship across his shoulder. He steps back and the fans begin to boo as he grabs his microphone. He listens to the booing of the crowd, and the smirk on his face grows. The noise dies down, and The Rocker begins to talk to the arena.
That's right, you bunch of inbred dumbasses. I am back, and it is time for me to defend my title, THE TRUE Hardcore Title, in yet another match. Tonight I have a special suprise for you all...even though you don't deserve it.
JP: Someone cut the power, how does he keep tapping into our titontron.
Ray: Let the suprise be a lapdance, let it be a lapdance
The Rocker steps back, and presses play on a tape deck he brought with him to the inside parking lot of the arena.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
The Rocker looks around, and brings the microphone to his lips again.
You guessed it. I am gonna beat Hyper Elf tonight.
Suddenly, The Rocker lurches forward, and falls to the ground.
JP: Hyperline, alright Hyper Elf, gotta get the job done
Ray:Oh yeah, from behind, just the way I like it
The camera tilts up, and a wrinkled form is seen, wearing a Hyper Elf Tee Shirt.
JP: Oh my god, this time its an old fart, he isnt really defending that title.
The Rocker gets to his feet, and begins to take punches from the old man, acting very badly as if they hurt more. Suddenly, he throws a hard punch to the gut of the man, and follows it with a shot across the jaw with The Rocker's knee. The Rocker grabs the man, and pulls out a quick Comfortably Numb DDT, knocking the man unconsious. The Rocker then pulls him over, and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf hold, and sreaming as he tears the man's back apart, dispite him being out like a light. The Rocker signals for his own bell, and gets off the man, and steps on him as if claiming him.
Once again, I have defended my title against the one of the greats of GHW, and I have come out on top. Good night, and go to hell you rejects.
The crowd yells loudly and begins to throw items at the titontron, most notably, a large, soft, high backed chair was thrown. The camera pans in the direction that it came, and shows Jimmy Pate on his feet, yelling obsinitices to the blank screen.
END OF THREAD
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That's right, you bunch of inbred dumbasses. I am back, and it is time for me to defend my title, THE TRUE Hardcore Title, in yet another match. Tonight I have a special suprise for you all...even though you don't deserve it.
JP: Someone cut the power, how does he keep tapping into our titontron.
Ray: Let the suprise be a lapdance, let it be a lapdance
The Rocker steps back, and presses play on a tape deck he brought with him to the inside parking lot of the arena.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
The Rocker looks around, and brings the microphone to his lips again.
You guessed it. I am gonna beat Hyper Elf tonight.
Suddenly, The Rocker lurches forward, and falls to the ground.
JP: Hyperline, alright Hyper Elf, gotta get the job done
Ray:Oh yeah, from behind, just the way I like it
The camera tilts up, and a wrinkled form is seen, wearing a Hyper Elf Tee Shirt.
JP: Oh my god, this time its an old fart, he isnt really defending that title.
The Rocker gets to his feet, and begins to take punches from the old man, acting very badly as if they hurt more. Suddenly, he throws a hard punch to the gut of the man, and follows it with a shot across the jaw with The Rocker's knee. The Rocker grabs the man, and pulls out a quick Comfortably Numb DDT, knocking the man unconsious. The Rocker then pulls him over, and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf hold, and sreaming as he tears the man's back apart, dispite him being out like a light. The Rocker signals for his own bell, and gets off the man, and steps on him as if claiming him.
Once again, I have defended my title against the one of the greats of GHW, and I have come out on top. Good night, and go to hell you rejects.
The crowd yells loudly and begins to throw items at the titontron, most notably, a large, soft, high backed chair was thrown. The camera pans in the direction that it came, and shows Jimmy Pate on his feet, yelling obsinitices to the blank screen.
END OF THREAD
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