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Date Posted: 02:54:55 11/21/04 Sun
Author: Head Shaving - Team Angle
Subject: Following the Commercial Break
In reply to: Live From Dayton, Ohio 's message, "Brand Smackdown!" on 20:54:46 11/16/04 Tue


~As soon as we return from the commercial break, we see that Molly Holly is strapped into a barber’s chair to the side of the ramp, with Torrie Wilson shaving her head! Miss Jackie is by Torrie’s side, talking smack to Molly the entire time as Molly SCREAMS out as loud as she can, trying to free her arms and legs, but she’s strapped in with nowhere to go!~











~The Smacktron then lights up and we catch up with Team Angle members Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas. Shelton is in his ring gear, pacing around back and forth in front of Charlie as Haas rifles through his gym bag, pulling out his tights.~


Shelton: What the hell are you doing?

Charlie: Getting ready, what does it look like?

~Charlie pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his ribs to be bandaged up.~

Shelton: Charlie, you’re not working tonight. You’re hurt, and I’m teaming with RVD, and that’s how it’s gonna go.

~Charlie’s eyes widen as he stares ahead at Shelton, but his head swings to the side as the door opens up, and in walks Nat, nothing but smiles.~









Charlie: Hey! Nice job out there.

~Nat smiles brightly.~ Thanks! ~She then raises a brow as she notices him with his shirt off and his tights in his hands.~ Charlie, what’s going on here?

~Charlie quickly tosses his tights behind him, shaking his head.~ Nothing, nothing at all… why?

Shelton: Nothing my ass, he wants to go out there tonight.

~Charlie glares at Shelton, and Nat slaps Haas across the arm.~ Yeah right! What the hell are you thinking?

~Shelton takes a step back, snickering as Charlie is about to get it now.~











~Kurt then walks out of a sub-room to the locker room, looking to be extremely focused.~


~Nat quickly focuses her attention on Kurt now, moving away from Charlie, and Haas’ face contorts slightly immediately as Nat speaks.~


Nat: Hey, Kurt! Did you see what we did out there?

~Kurt seems annoyed at the question and shrugs his shoulders, picking up his World Championship.~ See what? I don’t have time to watch the under card, Nat, I’ve got a World Championship to take care of.

~He then slips into his “Team Angle” track coat, matching his track pants, and heads towards the door.~ I’ll be back later, I need to get ready.


~Nat has a hurt look across her face as Kurt heads out of the room, and the camera follows Angle down the hall, and as soon as he rounds a corner, he finds himself face to face with Chris Benoit!~













~They stand face to face, nose to nose, both men staring at one another with intensity.~


Benoit: So what do you have to say for yourself?

Angle: What do I have to say about WHAT?

Benoit: What do you have to say about WHAT? ~Benoit breaks out into a slight smirk, cracking his neck from side to side.~ About me being the RIGHTFUL World Champion, and you being a coward sneak who jumps me from behind.

Angle: Oh really? Unless I’m going blind, the World Championship is around MY shoulder right now, not yours. And last I remember, it was YOU signing to Smackdown and making it your mission to jump ME from behind and try to break my freakin’ NECK!


~They continue to stare at one another, chest to chest, and as soon as the camera pans out, we see Brock Lesnar standing behind Benoit!~












~Brock taps Benoit on the shoulder, and Chris immediately turns around with his fist balled up, about to take a shot!~


Lesnar: Go ahead, at least this time I’ll see it comin’.


~Benoit stops in mid swing and locks eyes with Brock, staring up at him.~ You got something to say to me?

~Brock now rolls his shoulders forward slightly, staring down at Benoit.~ I was gonna say the same to you.

Benoit: All I have to say to you, I said it in the ring last week.

Lesnar: Oh really? Well maybe I should reply in form…

Benoit: Make my day.

~Brock and Benoit now bump chests, and Kurt moves between the two, getting in on the action and splits them apart.~

Angle: Back off! Back off! Freakin’ barbarians! Now you listen to me, and you listen good. You see this? ~He holds up the World Championship.~ You can worry about this and your petty little differences on Sunday, but tonight, you’re representing Team Angle, so you’d better get your heads firmly out of your asses and fall in line, or I swear to GOD that I will break BOTH of your freakin’ ankles!

~Kurt glares at the both of them before walking away, leaving both Benoit and Lesnar behind, staring at his back as he leaves, absolutely seething.~

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