Post by M BISON on Oct 19, 2009 2:30:26 GMT -4
In Concord, California, halfway through the show, Metal Dragon is seen standing in the parking lot, leaned against a black Ford Mustang with a slight bulge in his lip, unmistakably a pinch of dipping tobacco. He wears blue jeans over white sneakers, a black Tool shirt, a black leather jacket, and the most important piece of his outfit, his EVPW United Glory Championship around his waist. The 2008 Hardcore Games winner spits on the asphalt and begins talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a while, I know. Since I destroyed Psycho Savage at Code Blue, I haven't been seen in GHW. The fact of the matter is that I was reminded..."
Dragon ejects another round of tobacco-filled saliva from his mouth and it splats onto the pavement.
"In this very building, the Solid Core Gym, there are two far superior shows run every week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Hell, I knew that. I just forgot by how much."
MD spits yet again, beginning a small puddle next to a line in the parking lot.
"That's just been repeated ad nauseum, so I'll get to the main point I want to make. At Gods vs. Heretics, I am being put on the backburner to face Hawkeye... For who? Chances are it's some washed up fellow hack from SCW that you know you can still beat. Hawkeye, let's face it, you're pretty old now and I'd bet that you wrestle even worse than you booked."
Another volley of spit shoots from the Mouth of Golden Words as he walks forward. Dragon walks toward the inside of the building, looking to the side and continuing to speak.
"Hawkeye, I'm going to be frank with you, and in the way I am going to be, there's no better place than in EVPW's home turf. The only good things to come from SCW were Vladimir Strife, Jake Diamond, Hyper Elf, and KingBear, and the latter two of those are nowhere to be seen, probably because they have gotten older and know to hang it up before they spiral downward... unlike you."
A rocket of spit collides with the ground again. MD digs into his lip and takes a lump of the glorious plant out, then throws the pinch onto the ground. After spitting once more to get any loose bits off of his tongue, the former King of Deathmatches keeps talking.
"You are a legend, I'll give you that. Why, you got Ryu Kenamora so over that people chanted your name instead of his whenever he did anything, and therefore he got title shots that he deserved less than Obama deserved the f**k**g Nobel Peace Prize! In a nutshell, Hawk... I want to face you at Gods vs. Heretics, be it one-on-one or a three-man match if you just insist on one of your fellow washed-up hacks joining in. I don't want your friends at Gods vs. Heretics, Hawkeye. I don't want to face Rurouni, Luciano, or Kenamora. I want to face you, and one way or another... Hell, if you insist on a one-on-one with your old friend, I'll just take him out."
MD begins walking backwards, still in the direction of the inside of the arena, while he delivers the last sentence of his message tonight.
"Gods vs. Heretics, Hawkeye vs. Metal Dragon, and I'll make damn sure of that."
End of Thread
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a while, I know. Since I destroyed Psycho Savage at Code Blue, I haven't been seen in GHW. The fact of the matter is that I was reminded..."
Dragon ejects another round of tobacco-filled saliva from his mouth and it splats onto the pavement.
"In this very building, the Solid Core Gym, there are two far superior shows run every week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Hell, I knew that. I just forgot by how much."
MD spits yet again, beginning a small puddle next to a line in the parking lot.
"That's just been repeated ad nauseum, so I'll get to the main point I want to make. At Gods vs. Heretics, I am being put on the backburner to face Hawkeye... For who? Chances are it's some washed up fellow hack from SCW that you know you can still beat. Hawkeye, let's face it, you're pretty old now and I'd bet that you wrestle even worse than you booked."
Another volley of spit shoots from the Mouth of Golden Words as he walks forward. Dragon walks toward the inside of the building, looking to the side and continuing to speak.
"Hawkeye, I'm going to be frank with you, and in the way I am going to be, there's no better place than in EVPW's home turf. The only good things to come from SCW were Vladimir Strife, Jake Diamond, Hyper Elf, and KingBear, and the latter two of those are nowhere to be seen, probably because they have gotten older and know to hang it up before they spiral downward... unlike you."
A rocket of spit collides with the ground again. MD digs into his lip and takes a lump of the glorious plant out, then throws the pinch onto the ground. After spitting once more to get any loose bits off of his tongue, the former King of Deathmatches keeps talking.
"You are a legend, I'll give you that. Why, you got Ryu Kenamora so over that people chanted your name instead of his whenever he did anything, and therefore he got title shots that he deserved less than Obama deserved the f**k**g Nobel Peace Prize! In a nutshell, Hawk... I want to face you at Gods vs. Heretics, be it one-on-one or a three-man match if you just insist on one of your fellow washed-up hacks joining in. I don't want your friends at Gods vs. Heretics, Hawkeye. I don't want to face Rurouni, Luciano, or Kenamora. I want to face you, and one way or another... Hell, if you insist on a one-on-one with your old friend, I'll just take him out."
MD begins walking backwards, still in the direction of the inside of the arena, while he delivers the last sentence of his message tonight.
"Gods vs. Heretics, Hawkeye vs. Metal Dragon, and I'll make damn sure of that."
End of Thread
