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DINO SCARLO & ENIGMA |
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THE UNUSUAL SUSPECTS |
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* Several days have now passed since the unuseal suspects rained victorius at bloodbath, defeating both the innovaters of violence and the lost generation to rise up and claim the tag team championship. The Tuesday following Blood Bath The Enigma gave Rick Lewis, the lead interviewer for the IWA,a ring and told him he needed to make a anoucment, and to meet him by his locker room. The camera cuts away from Enigmas grotty locker room door, and shows Rob Steele with his special guest Barry Horowitz.* |
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Rob Steele: I on behalf of the whole Iwa would like to welcome former wrestling Jobber, infact he was offically ranked "King of the Jobbers" by Iwa viewers, Barry "Please let me win" Horowitz! |
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* Rob extends his hand to shake and Barry Horowitz ,thanks to a unseen force, throws himself to the floor and shuts his eyes. Thirty seconds or so pass, the whole room is fixated on him, he slowly opens his eyes, looks around and jumps back to his seat.* |
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Rob Steele: I see getting on your back for the job has become a natural reaction for you now. |
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Barry Horowitz: Hell no! I just thought that was your finisher. And who came up with that nick name. |
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Rob Steele: Its been going around for a while now... |
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Barry Horowitz: Was it that fool hakushi who started it !? |
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Rob Steele: Nah nah, he calls you "man who jobs for wieners." |
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Barry Horowitz: Bull Sh*t! How can that guy say that about his former tag partner? And besides, they were corn dogs, not wieners. |
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Rob Steele: Same diffrence. Hey, theres Lewis, gotto be time for the interview. |
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*Camera goes to split screen, showing both Lewis and Steele.* |
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Rick Lewis: Is everything ok up there? |
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Rob Steele: Yeah, someone booked a rageing homo to do guest commentery though. |
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Barry Horowitz: Hey man, ive had enough of your crap! |
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* Horowitz lunges for Steele, only to be met with a amazing left hand in the air, which sends Horowitz reeling back to the wall. Again he makes a charge, but Rob Steele sneeze's, and Horowitz falls to the floor in a pool of blood. The camera switchs to Rick Lewis. * |
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Rick Lewis: Late Sunday night, after The Unuseal suspects defeated the lost generation and IOV, Enigma gave me a call and arranged this interview, which will now go ahead. |
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* Lewis walks to the door and patenitly waits, and "We are the champions" can be heard playing loudly. After a minute of waiting, he grows impatint and starts hammering the door. Finally Enigma and another man one who is quite short, around 5'5, and extremly skinny wander out of the door, both holding a bottle of Stella Artois larger.* |
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Rick Lewis: Finally, now what was this annoucement? |
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Enigma: Well Ish wasnted ta introde...introeed....show yoush mah nesw mashebger. |
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* Suddenly Enigma collapse's and lands face down on the floor and begins snoreing heavily. The man who was with him looks down in disgust before carefully steping over him and throwing his half empty bottle of larger down the hall way. * |
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Man: Cheap european larger. Dont you just hate the sh*t. |
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Rick Lewis: Never had the stuff. Now who the hell are you, and what did Enigma want to say before he uh... promotley passed out. |
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Man: Who the hell am I? Let me explain a little. I am the new found manager of one half of the unuseal suspects, I am the world renoud wrestling manager Jorden Reus, pronouced Ray-Us. |
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Rick Lewis: The wrestling equilvlent of a gold digger? |
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Jorden Reus: Hey man, just cause every hick, hehe, I mean "client" I sign has just happend to win a title of some sort is not my fault. I guess im just a blessing. |
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* Gurgles sounds escape from Enigma's mouth, so Jorden pause's to kick him over to make sure that if he does start pukeing, he doesnt choke to death. * |
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Jorden Reus: Let me explain something to you fatman, Ive realized the potentialy this young man has. Him and Dino Scarlo are the ultimate tag team, he provides the dazziling display, while Dino destroys there oppentents. How can they lose? But I could help but think "If he can win the tag belts, why cant he go further?" You could say ive seen the potential for him. Im gonna take him to the top. He's young, strong and easily the most agile guy in the whole of the Iwa, if not the whole of the American Wrestling circut. |
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Rick Lewis: Well thanks for that Mr re-uce- |
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Jorden Reus: Its Ray-Us you dip sh*t. |
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Rick Lewis: Well pardon me for- |
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* Rick Lewis is cut off by a groan as Enigma struggles to his feet and staggers around aimlessly for a bit before fianlly decideing to snatch Lewis's mic, causeing him to storm of in a huff, muttering damn commie bastard beneath his breath. * |
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Enigma: Hey! I just wanted to say a few things to Death Striker and Anarchy Anth before I pass out again. Number 1 Just cause your gonna lose, that doesnt mean you dont have to turn up. And number 2 is Anth, stop following me home. I dont know how many times ive told you this before but you aint haveing my cookies! I chose to get paid in cookies, you chose antiseptic cream, deal with it! |
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* Suddenly Enigma sleeps into a deep sleep again and colaspes onto Jorden. Jorden lets out a sigh and says "What have I gotten myself into?" Before dragging Enigma into the locker room. * |
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Next Match |
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Triple Threat |
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Enigma VS&nDeath Striker VSAnarchy Anth |
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