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"Greetings, from Wessex."
"This is to all my dear colleagues in the BWWa, and in particular, James and Bradley. How we've missed you. All of you."
"We've hardly spent any time with you over the past little while. It seems we've been drifting apart. And this does upset me so."
"We have so much to look forward to. Our glorious president is absent leaving Brett in charge of the whole organization, and I know he'll do a simply superb job," with clear and unmistakable sarcasm.
"And what more, the future is looking glaringly bright for the most dominant and powerful force in wrestling. The BWWa Tag titles sit in the hands of the team who is fast approaching legendary status, of which our record speaks loud and clearly. The Silver Dollar Championship has never had such prestige as it does now, resting comfortably and with humility, of course, in my gracious hands. If Jeff should choose to bother himself, he will of course take the Sin City Deathmatch Title from King...hello there Adlai, thank you for the titles, I might add."
He clears his throat.
"Excuse me. And of course, the coup de gras, when Seamus Finnegan trounces the ultimate ego - behave, gentle listener, and stop thinking bad things about me whilst I talk - the Carl Weathers wanna be, Apollo Cree...Carrington at this coming Silver."
Carl Weathers was good as Apollo Creed, I'll give him that much...and he was far more amusing.
How now then, Carrington, will you describe boredom? Do you think the powerful MIND being called boring when we are able to CRUSH those who do so? I suggest you keep the insults coming, and prepare your championship for when you must concede to the Irish Assassin. Oh...and should your pack of wolves known as Larger Than Life try and insert their mugs into the picture...anyway."
Pause.
"From wolves to dogs. Sinful Experience. We meet again, old chums. James, I hope you still remember us well. Well, you've not had the chance to meet Jeff in the ring, but me, ooh, ha ha...I'm sure you've not forgotten myself. It's been a while since you, being a visiting dignitary from the BWWa, came to CSWA one evening and successfully lost your CAL World Tag Titles all those months ago. What a lovely evening that was. I hope you've brought the same arrogance that you garnered from being involved with the most shameless and disgusting group of men this side of the Authority - and see where it got you."
"Now there is a new renaissance blooming in the BWWa, one that has already planted its roots and has grown strong. Unfortunately for you this bloom is that of a venus fly trap, and YOU, Vincent, Andrews...are to be our next sacrificial victims...the next flies, if you will?"
They better damn well accept that analogy. If they can comprehend it.
"We obviously won't underestimate you, Andrews, Vincent. You've shown you are two very capable wrestlers. But both Jeff and I burn with a fire unbeknownst to the two of you. We were spurned on against each other with fire, with the fire of hatred. It consumed us. Burned us. Ate at our souls and minds. We would do anything to destroy each other. But now...but now..."
Slowly.
"Ask yourselves...what Hell shall be unleashed now that that fire now burns as one...and is about to be unleashed on you two poor sons of bitches."
I chuckle lightly.
"I thank you for your attention. Now, tremble."
"Greetings, from Wessex."
"This is to all my dear colleagues in the BWWa, and in particular, James and Bradley. How we've missed you. All of you."
"We've hardly spent any time with you over the past little while. It seems we've been drifting apart. And this does upset me so."
"We have so much to look forward to. Our glorious president is absent leaving Brett in charge of the whole organization, and I know he'll do a simply superb job," with clear and unmistakable sarcasm.
"And what more, the future is looking glaringly bright for the most dominant and powerful force in wrestling. The BWWa Tag titles sit in the hands of the team who is fast approaching legendary status, of which our record speaks loud and clearly. The Silver Dollar Championship has never had such prestige as it does now, resting comfortably and with humility, of course, in my gracious hands. If Jeff should choose to bother himself, he will of course take the Sin City Deathmatch Title from King...hello there Adlai, thank you for the titles, I might add."
He clears his throat.
"Excuse me. And of course, the coup de gras, when Seamus Finnegan trounces the ultimate ego - behave, gentle listener, and stop thinking bad things about me whilst I talk - the Carl Weathers wanna be, Apollo Cree...Carrington at this coming Silver."
Carl Weathers was good as Apollo Creed, I'll give him that much...and he was far more amusing.
How now then, Carrington, will you describe boredom? Do you think the powerful MIND being called boring when we are able to CRUSH those who do so? I suggest you keep the insults coming, and prepare your championship for when you must concede to the Irish Assassin. Oh...and should your pack of wolves known as Larger Than Life try and insert their mugs into the picture...anyway."
Pause.
"From wolves to dogs. Sinful Experience. We meet again, old chums. James, I hope you still remember us well. Well, you've not had the chance to meet Jeff in the ring, but me, ooh, ha ha...I'm sure you've not forgotten myself. It's been a while since you, being a visiting dignitary from the BWWa, came to CSWA one evening and successfully lost your CAL World Tag Titles all those months ago. What a lovely evening that was. I hope you've brought the same arrogance that you garnered from being involved with the most shameless and disgusting group of men this side of the Authority - and see where it got you."
"Now there is a new renaissance blooming in the BWWa, one that has already planted its roots and has grown strong. Unfortunately for you this bloom is that of a venus fly trap, and YOU, Vincent, Andrews...are to be our next sacrificial victims...the next flies, if you will?"
They better damn well accept that analogy. If they can comprehend it.
"We obviously won't underestimate you, Andrews, Vincent. You've shown you are two very capable wrestlers. But both Jeff and I burn with a fire unbeknownst to the two of you. We were spurned on against each other with fire, with the fire of hatred. It consumed us. Burned us. Ate at our souls and minds. We would do anything to destroy each other. But now...but now..."
Slowly.
"Ask yourselves...what Hell shall be unleashed now that that fire now burns as one...and is about to be unleashed on you two poor sons of bitches."
I chuckle lightly.
"I thank you for your attention. Now, tremble."