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Raw Deal |
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Its Friday afternoon, and already there is a line up of people outside of the arena for tonights Raw. Those that don't have tickets are trying their hardest to see if anyone will sell them theirs. As more ticket holders flood into the arena and head to their seats, the camera goes backstage to see if any superstars have arrived yet. And just as the camera is about to swing a corner, the cameraman is knocked backward. The camera swings for a moment, then it rightens itself, looking upward. Two men glare down at the man, and one reaches down and lifts the guy to his feet. The camera focuses and you can clearly see it is Death and Will Westbrook. Death dust the guy off.
Death: You ok man?
Cameraman: Yeah, I just didn't expect you two there.
Death: As long as your ok.
Suddenly Will takes his trusty sledgehammer "Slammy" and nails the cameraman with it. Death looks over at Will with a smile on his face.
Death: That didn't take you long at all.
Will: Heheheh......He had that one coming. Walking into us like that. Don't he know who we are?
Death: I'm guessing no. But now he will. HAHAH!!!
Death and Will leave the cameraman laying in a pool his his own blood and head toward the stage. "Duality" by Slipknot starts to play and red pyro goes off on the stage. Fans start booing as Death and Will make their way onto the stage. Death flips off the crowd as Will Westbrook walks calmly down the ramp. He slides inside and Death follows, climbing over the ropes. Death is the first to take the mic as the music dies down. |
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Death: For all of you damn hicks who dare to boo us...FUCK YOU!!! I'm no longer your pawn and fight for you motherfuckers. Not anymore..I've got my own agendas. Before I can get to them, I had to face my demons. And guess what? The demons did get a few victories. I had to go back to the mental hospital to try to cure me. But there isn't a cure for being a mass murder. There isn't a cure for multiple personalities. So I guess you people will have to deal with the harsh reality that I don't give a damn if you die or not in the ring. I couldn't care less if you broke a bone or two during a match with me. All bets are off, and I'm out for blood. Far too long I let the likes of Ecko or Ric Thunder , hell, MTN call me old. Call me a dinosaur and that I should get out of the business. But I can still prove them wrong any day of the week. Big Deal that Ecko pinned me for the World title. He was the only one in the ring with something to lose and lose he did. And look at what happened at Unforgiven, the moron lost yet again. Rage is the new champion and its about time someone of talent gets it. First Ric, then ecko..who would have been next if it wasn't for Rage? Countdown? HA!
Death: Speaking of Countdown, I hear that tonight me and Will here get to face you and Fury in a match. And a hear that you two are brothers. How touching is that people? A brother team against a team of psychos....ahhhh, its like a Hallmark moment. Maybe I can pick you two up a card when the match is done that says "Get Better". You see, Countdown and Fury, you two mean crap to me. Your nothing more than hacks at this game we call Wrestling. Hell, I've seen you both in action and I'm sad to say that your sister has more skills than you both. And that isn't when she is laying on her back. Countdown, you've seem to have lost it all recently. Your woman, your pride...and now your career here. I don't play softball kids, so you both better be ready for a beating and a half.
Death then tosses the mic to Will. |
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Will Westbrook: Now you nancy boys listen well. Tonight there will be only one outcome, and that is me and Death standing over your fallen bodies. While your making sure your hair is conditioned just right, we are in the gym training our asses off. This is my big return to the ring after being screwed in the WFS. I'm not about to lose my first BWF match to you two pretty boys. You see, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. I don't cry to momma when I break a nail. Tonight, this will be your undoing. For soon, all of you will realize why I call myself "The Thrill" and why I'm a force not to be taken lightly.
Will hands the mic back over to Death.
Death: Now we can stand here for hours on end and trash talk the hell out of your opponents. But I like the motto "Action is better than words". Or something like that. So tonight, the talking stops and the fist will be flying. In the end, Countdown and Fury will be asking people the liscense plate of the truck that hit them. And me and Will here will start moving closer to our goal of Tag Team Champions. And if you don't like that.. TOO DAMN BAD!!!
Death then tosses the mic outside of the ring and raises his right arm up into the air. Will smiles sadiscially as he exits the ring, followed by Death. They walk up the ramp, Death flipping people off along the way. |
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