*The HOW fans are enjoying this HOW Mayhem house show match in San Antonio Texas at the Freeman Coliseum, Duke "The Dumpster" Droese, formerly a World Wrestling Federation talent in 1995, is grapplin with up and coming superstar "The Kung Fu Killer", but, as the old tradition goes, the washed up has been is beating the holy hell out of the kid with a steel garbage can on the outside of the ring, while the ref hollars at him hopelessly to make him stop. Droese walks over near the announce position and scares off the ring announcer and the time keeper, he takes the chairs they were sitting in, and unfolds them, then stands them up. He walks over to the Killer and clotheslines him to buy time, he grabs the trash can from the arena floor and sets it up inbetween the two steel chairs, with the chairs being the support to keep it uplifted. Droese walks over to the Kung Fu Killer and uses his massive arms to put him over his shoulders, and he begins walking him over to the trashcan, he stops all but two steps infront of it, and preceeds to slam down the Killer in a spinebuster type manuever, like a rag doll. Droese apparently has developed this killer instict after being "Dumped" (All puns intended) by the WWF way back when. Duke pulls the Killer up by his hair and tosses him back into the ring, his limp, lifeless body just lying there on the canvas. Droese turns to the camera side of the crowd and raises one fist high up into the air, and then lifts his index finger, and licks it, as if he can taste victory right then and there. Droese walks over to Killers limp body and holds his hands out, measuring him up, then drops a big elbow right into the young rookies heart. He makes the cover and hooks his left leg, like he really needs too, he easily gets the three count and the bout awarded to him. He stands up proudly and walks towards the official, demanding that his hand be raised, the ref raises his hand and Duke soaks in the moment, milking it for all its worth, although not much, this match had somehow started a fire in Duke that he had never known existed within himself before. Duke demands the microphone from the ring announcer to let how he feels be know to the public. He raises the microphone to his lips, and hears the crowd rally against him with chants of "Dumpster Sucks", Drose yells into the microphone angrily after hearing such things.*

SHUT THE HELL UP YOU IDIOTS! Let The Dumpster say what hes gotta say, before I stuff you all in the garbage! Now, let me tell you pieces of garbage this, I am Duke The Dumpster Droese, and I am the man who just demolished this little "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist" prodigy, so you all better show me some respect!

*The crowd begins to get enraged at the comments and at the actions of Droese, they all begin throwing their food and drink cups in the ring at Droese, Duke only laughs.*

I dont get you people in Texas, for one thing, im a winner, I just beat the hell out of that guy, and you boo a winner. Yet, you cheer for the Dallas Cowboys, who are down right pathetic! Maybe your booing the winner because your sports teams havent done that for so damn long! I have a win to be proud of, what do you morons have? YAO MING? ALEX RODRIGUEZ? GEORGE BUSH?

*Some fans attempt to bum rush the ring after all of those comments, but are restrained by security guards. As Duke is about to spit out his next sentence, "#1" hits over the speakers of the arena, the crowd is not yet familiar with the music, because Dusty J has yet to cut an in ring promo, the crowd stays dead silent until a figure appears on the top of the entryway, still covered by the shadows. Then, the fans see Dusty J rapping on his entrance video, and the crowd goes crazy with jeers and anti Dusty remarks that cannot be re broadcast on national television. Dusty is wearing his wrestling gear, platinum blue and silver trimmed jersey, matching basketball shorts, a platinum blue headband, and to top it all off, a big "#1" chain dangling from around his neck. Dusty already holds an HOW microphone in his hand, and as soon as the music cuts, he lets it all out.*

Duke, Duke, Duke, The Dumpster Droese, how are you doing today sir? I see you have put on a couple of pounds since those guys in Conneticut released you, but hey, it developed into a meanstreak too, well good for you.

Cut the crap Dusty J, I know why your out here, your here to try and steal my spotlight, because all of these idiots are paying attention to me instead of you! Your just jealous that I can actually keep their attention, and not put them to sleep like you! Thats what this is about, you little Vanilla Ice reject.

Ha ha ha Duke, Vanilla Ice reject, clever, no no really, very well timed and well thought out diss there, but let me ask you one thing Droese, how does it feel to be washed up?

*The crowd, who hates both men, let out a loud "Ooooooohhhhhh" after Dusty makes up the "Washed up" statement. Droese clenches his fist and his face turns red in anger.*

Listen here you little punk, why dont I show you how "washed up" I am right now? Step into the ring punk, and I will show you what I know about wrestling.

You got it garbage man!

*Dusty and Duke immediatly drop the microphones they were holding, Duke gets in a fighting stance, and Dusty bum rushes the ring. As Dusty is sliding in the ring, Duke takes the advantage by kicking him in the lower back with those huge boots he has on. Duke lifts Dusty and irish whips him into the ropes, then delivers a clothesline to the white rapper. Duke, like he did before, signals to the crowd, and licks his finger, he drops the elbow to the mat, nobody home. Dusty pops up just in time to avoid the elbow, Duke gets up a little slower and holds his elbow, Dusty dropkicks Droese over the top rope, and he gets caught in a hangmans position (For those who dont know, its when your neck gets caught inbetween the ropes.) Dusty walks over to Dukes head to induce more punishment, but Duke had just grabbed the trashcan from the outside with his massive legs, and now has it in his left hand, as Dusty gets there, Duke smashes him in the face with it. Dusty falls in a heap on the canvas. Duke uses his massive arm strength to release himself, and lands on his feet on the arena floor. Duke slides back into the ring and walks towards Dusty J. Dusty though, was playing possum, and bicycle kicks (From the ground) the trashcan at Dukes face, Droese falls in a heap. Dusty pops up once more, and walks towards Duke, he lifts him and sets him up, then delivers the GangBanger, a spinning 180 degree piledriver thats sure to put the opponent out of his misery. Dusty then throws that piece of trash over the top rope and out of the ring. Dusty picks up the microphone that Duke had and begins to speak.*

Now, I know all of you fans did not want to see some washed up garbage man gimmick talk you to death after beating some chump in one of his first matches.

*The crowd claps and pops slightly for Dustys comments about Droese.*

Oh shut up you morons! Do not try to take my side now, I tried kissing your asses, and it did not work, so stop trying to kiss mine, because that will not work either!

*The fans begin to boo Dusty J, which they have become acustomed too by now.*

Now, if you idiots would shut the hell up and let me speak, because I am a whole helluva lot more important than that chump Viper, that idiot Darkwing, and that goober you call a World Champion, Chris Kostoff! Now, im here to talk about my upcoming match with Viper, now originally, I was being Mr Friendly and saying "what a great match it will be", but you know what, it will not be a great match. It will not be a great match because it is going to be complete domination of Viper. Lets face it people, the man based his name on an animal, and that is what he is, an animal. No, I do not mean a "Rabid wolverine" or anything flattering, im talking something more like "Running like a scalded dog", because that is what he is, he is a dog, nothing more than a lowely four legged creature who begs for food, and begs for water, and uses the bathroom all over your backyard, thats all he is to me! And he is going to act like a dog when he steps into the ring with me, he is going to be begging and pleading for mercy, because he knows that he cant handle the # 1 wrestler in this damn company, and I am # 1, all you hicks know it!

You see, its not just the fact that he is a little poodle that will beg at my feet, its the fact that people actually think that worthless piece of garbage is better than me, I am ranked # 6 and he is ranked # 2? There is some conspiracy going on, because all of you people know, that Dusty J is the greatest wrestler that this second rate company has ever seen! And soon enough, I am going to prove it to those idiots in the front office, those idiot wrestlers backstage, and you idiots. But im getting off track, so Viper, you listen to me right now.

You are nothing compared to me, im Dusty J, your a dog, im a good looking guy, you scare little children away, you got nothing on me, and your ass never will, so you might as well forfeit right now to avoid the biggest beating of your disgraceful career, because you cant mess with what you cant beat, and that you did, that.... you did.

*" #1" hits over the speakers as the fans boo everything Dusty J said, they may not like Viper, but Dusty J is not their favorite wrestler by far either. Dusty slides out of the ring and walks to the backstage area, while his slogan appears on the screen for all the fans to see.*

I DONT GIVE A DAMN WHAT THEY THINK, I DONT GIVE A DAMN WHAT THE WRESTLERS THINK, AND I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT THE FRONT OFFICE THINKS, THE REAL DUSTY J HAS STOOD UP, THE REAL DUSTY J IS FED UP, THE REAL DUSTY J.. HAS ARRIVED
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