Date Posted:19:30:38 01/09/02 Wed Author: Razor X Subject: This Thursday
Razor-X is seen in a small, compact locker room, punching a speed bag. He is wearing a sweatsuit.
suddenly there is a knock on the door.
Razor-X-"come in."
The camera man enters.
Razor-X stands up and looks into the camera.
Razor-X-"This thursday, in Razor-X's debut match here in the HCWF it will be me, the bronze adonis, the
main event, the whole show, versus a piece of low-life trash who dares to step up to me. A pece of
low-life trash who dares challenge me to a table match. A piece of low-life trash who has yet to prove
himself to me. Well you just sit back and listen boy, How can you, a pile of monkey fecies, challenge a
seven foot, three-twenty-three pound, finely chisled, charismatic specimen like myself on the first
match of your oh-so-short career? Well in case you've been living in a cave for the past couple of years,
Razor-X has left a trai of terror in his wake. He's put fifteen people on the shelf and has ended the
careers of five unfortunate people like yourself. Razor-X is the two time FWO champ, two time FWO tag
champ, and I was the NCW hardcore champ until ncw closed down, and you? you're probably just some
big mouthed lump of turd who runs around making insane challenges. Well finally you let your mouth dig
you into a whole that you can't dig yourself out. Finally, you let your mouth seal your fate, finally you
won't have to worry about your mouth making your mistakes because challenging ME too a table match
will be your last mistake.
