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Date Posted: 14:51:22 06/24/01 Sun
Author: Vic
Author Host/IP: 152.163.197.48
Subject: final test
In reply to: Vic 's message, "RP test..." on 16:27:35 06/23/01 Sat



{*}We're now two days away from Bloodzone, the first event to ever take place here in the Real American Wrestling, and things are heating up, X-Con is talking shit like there's no tomorrow, but Anderson? what about Anderson?, where the hell's that big steroid addict pussy? It looks like this... big piece of shit is frightened at the fact of facing the man who tricked him, and who, with the help of the rest of New Blood, took him out with broken ribs and such injuries. Well, that son of a bitch had it coming, and he spoke a little bit too much, and now he's gonna get his ass handed to him one more time...{*}



(*(The scene opens inside the sold out American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida. The fans are going nuts as we approach the first Bloodzone here in the Real American Wrestling. The sold out house show is packed with wild fans from all over the U.S., they hold their signs up in the air, and cheer, boo, and applaude as the show its on its way. Suddenly, the lights go out, and "Schism" by Tool hits the speakers. With every beat, white lights flash in the backstage area, and X-Con's shadow can be seen on the big screen. Then, out of nowhere...)*)



BOOM!!!



(*(Pyro goes off at the top of the ramp, the lights turn back on and out comes The King of Kings himself, X-Con!! The fans start to boo him imediately, X-Con looks at them as if they were nothing but a bunch of pieces of shit yelling out obcenities. X-Con makes his way down the ring with a sadistic look on his face...)*)







(*(X-Con enters the ring and snatches a mic from one of the ring attendants. He awaits for the crowds to shut the fuck up before speaking...)*)



X-Con:
It's been about a week since the last time that I stepped out here to talk to you stupid motherfuckers about my upcoming match against a man that goes by the name of Mr.Tommy Anderson...



(*(The crowds roar, and chant "SUPERbeast" in unision...)*)



X-Con:
Yea, yea, that's the one, the so-called SUPERbeast, The Real American Bad Ass... The one with the stupid bitch called Mandy, that just follows this idiot like a fly flies around a big piece of shit. Now, Anderson, Mr. Anderson, however the fuck you want me to call your dumb ass, I want you to remember this and remember this good: I am going to kick your ass like there's no tomorrow, and believe it or not, son, there's no way you can stop this from happening come this Monday, at Bloodzone, I will end you, Anderson. I just want this point to get trough your head, I know, it will be hard, I mean, with all the steroids you take, it's not easy to think about simple things like this. Heh, you probably have to think for half an hour before deciding if you want to go take a leak or something, but that's not the point here, son, the fact of the matter is that I'm going to terminate you, humiliate you, in front of the world to see... and well, it's not like it's the first time i do this, it's going to be a second time, but also last. Like I said before, i'm going to end your pathetic life once and for all. No more Mr. Anderson, sounds good to me.







(*(The fans start to boo once again, X-Con turns around, and something catches his attention...)*)







X-Con:
Pretty damn cool banner to comemorate the day I destroy Mr. Tommy Anderson infront of millions of people around the globe. Now, most of you dumb fucks hear me say: "I'm gonna kick Anderson's ass, I'm gonna cripple him for life, this and that", but what you don't know is exactly how I plan to end his ugly self... You see, this match is a singles match, nothing less, nothing more... A singles match is a piece of shit, I could face anybody in a singles match, but not do much damage, just win, and I dont' wanna just win, i want to kill this son of a bitch.
So, Tim Tweek, Joe Pott, Chris Cromwell, whoever doesn't want any problems with The Criminal Element, make this match a No DQ match, that way I can proceed to eliminate this big piece of human waste.
Now, I know for a fact that i'm going to completly annihilate Mr. Anderson, but what about that other thorn on my side? Big Poppa Chump, BPC, damn, you keep talking shit, i know it because i can smell it coming out of your mouth everytime you're near and you open it. You and your buddy, Shadow took me out for more than four months, loads of bricks over my body got me into a coma, broken bones, internal bleeding, but all that's healed now, and i'm one step away from giving you the single worst beating of life, and i'm gonna deliver it on your stupid ass and end you like I will end Mr. Anderson, like I've ended many careers!! Chump, you were once my friend, my mentor, and now you mean less than a piece of shit to me, and like a piece of shit, I will step over you, and then wipe you off my shoes. You talk about me interfering in your match with Pantera? Well, boy, I ain't gonna do that, I dont' like that stupid bitch either, but know for sure that I will kick your ass anytime, anyday, anyhow, all you gotta do is grab somebody's nuts, pretend their yours, and step up to the plate and then you'll find me, infront of you, I will ask you to drop those nuts, they ain't yours, even though you wish so much to hang on to them, then I will continue and beat you senseless into tomorrow, and I will keep on kicking your ass, without mercy, until you decide to apologise, and say that from that day on, you'll be my personal bitch!



(*(The fans start chanting "asshole", and while others yell out "BPC", and "Mr. Anderson". X-Con takes off his shades, and looks at the crowds sadistically...)*)







X-Con:
Yea, yea, keep chanting their names, maybe they'll come out, and I'll be able to cripple them right now, instead of waiting for some fool to book this shit.
So, Chump, Anderson, you've been warned, and next time we meet, expect an ass whoopin'. Fuck you all... and hit my music, bastards!



(*("Schism" by Tool hits the speakers once again, and X-Con drops the mic, and heads up the ramp towards the backstage area. He reaches the top of the ramp, turns around, raises his right fist up in the air, looks to the side and tells a fan to suck his dick, and then leaves to the back as the house show goes for a break...)*)





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