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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:10:08 GMT
[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, sitting on bench in front of the Palm Springs Convention Centre, otherwise known as Hardkore Hall.
[Soutter looks into the camera.]
Well, here i am.
[Soutter looks behind him, the shot following him to show the Convention Centre again.]
Here i am outside what looks to be just your average Palm Springs building, but we all know different .... don't we.
You see, inside that building, more blood has been spilled, and more heads have been cracked then at your local Hells Angels Christmas Party, and thats just in the crowd, this place has a certain magic, an aura that cant be explained, and its all about to happen all over again.
Now, you may be sitting there at home asking yourself why?
Why am i here?
What more is there left for me to do in this business?
Haven't i already done it all?
Haven't i run both multi national worldwide conglomerate federations, and small time indie feds as well?
Haven't i held enough titles to satisfy any normal man, destroying each and every person put before me?
Why would The Big Bad Bustling Bandit want to get back in the ring?
Well, I'll tell you why, because this is what i do!
THIS IS WHAT I AM!
I was born to wrestle, its what i do best, and when i feel most at ease. Not sitting in an office listening to all of the bitching and nagging of the so called talent, but getting in that ring in front of the fans, and giving my all for them. Thats when i feel most alive, when i know i have that crowd and my opponent right where i want them, in the palm of my hand!
Like the old saying goes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!
[Soutter stands up and moves towards the camera, staring right into it.]
I have said for years now that i am the number ONE man in this industry, and now i have my chance to prove just that, in the number ONE promotion, the original and the best.
HARDKORE WORLD!
Thats right Turkey's, the Centre of Attention has arrived in Palm Springs, if you all thought the Big Bad Bustling Bandit was going to miss out on this party, then your were sadly mistaken.
I have taken my leave, cleared my head and am now fully recharged and committed to dominating this business like has never been done before.
Soutter's got his groove back bitches, and i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:14:41 GMT
[The scene opens up to show Soutter sitting on a bench in the locker room of Hardkore Hall just following the end of the first round of the 6 man tourney when former Godfather hoe, and UWA commentator Sandy, now apparently working for Hardkore World approaches him with a mic.]
Sandy : Hey Soutter, looks like tonight wasn't your night.
[Soutter stares blankly at her, no expression on his face at all.]
Sandy : Come on big guy, we go way back, help a girl out here and give me the scoop, whats going through your mind right now?
Soutter : Right now? Right now i feel like Mike Jagger with Michael Jackson, A state of shock.
Sandy : Shock?
Soutter : Yeah, might of lost you as it rhymes with cock. Don't know why i am so shocked anyway, i knew it was coming, i saw it coming, i just guess i am not used of losing.
Sandy : Don't worry about it, it was only a stupid 6 man match, its not like it means anything.
Soutter : So your job here is to console the talent is it? Boy, with all of your "other" duties, you sure are going to be one busy girl.
Sandy : HEY! Don't take it out on me, its not my fault you couldn't get the job done.
Soutter : Look, maybe this isn't the best time for this.
Sandy : Ohh no you don't. I need this interview, how about if ....
[Sandy moves the mic away and whispers into Soutter's ear, a big smile instantly appearing on Soutter face.]
Soutter : Ok, you got it, you sure do know how to get what you want.
Sandy : Who me?
Soutter : Right, you want it, you got it.
I busted my ass preparing for this match, gave it everything i had, while my so called partners sat back and did jack squat. We get to the match, and i feel right away, there is no chemistry there, we just weren't on the same page, i don't know why, maybe because of there lack of preparation, but i just had no confidence in my team, and i felt like i had to do all the work, i had no faith to tag out and save myself for the big impact times of the match when i was needed, i guess that was a mistake, as no one man can beat three.
Sandy : So, you are trying to make excuses? Face facts man. You let your team down. You say you were the one who did all the work, but it wasn't them who lost the match, it was you. It was your shoulders pinned to the mat, not once, but twice, how do you explain that Mr Centre of Attention?
Soutter : ..............
[Soutter freezes, looks at Sandy his face contorting with rage and fury.]
Soutter : I guess i cant explain that now can i.
[Soutter brushes past Sandy and storms out of the room.]
Sandy : Perfect, just what i wanted, and the fat turd got so hot he forgot my little promise as well, couldn't of asked for more.
[Scene fades with Sandy chuckling.]
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:26:17 GMT
[The scene opens up to show a dark, dingy, smokey bar, there are not many people in this bar, a few guys sitting on the stools at the bar, a couple of younger guys playing pool, and down in the corner, in the shadows sits Soutter, eyes blood shot, hair a mess, a half full bottle of scotch beside him, and a few shot glasses (2 full, 3 empty.)] Soutter : (to himself) Humiliated. [Soutter slams down a shot, loudly thumping the empty glass on the table causing a few heads to turn.] Soutter : (now shouting) HUMILIATED, THATS WHAT I WAS! [Soutter slams the last remaining shot down as a drunk at the bar yells out.] Drunk at the bar : Keep it down bucko, this here is a family place. [Soutter stands to his feet, wonkily from the shots and looks around seeing only the men drinking, and no sign of any families.] Soutter : Bucko? Who are you? Ritchie Cunningham?
Bartender : Look guys, we don't need any trouble here ... ok...?
Soutter : Don't worry pal, there will be no trouble here.
[Soutter grabs the bottle, and takes a big skull straight from it, not even bothering to pour a shot.]
Drunk at the bar : No trouble? You think you can scream and yell in here and then mock me, and then just dismiss me?
[Soutter takes another skull from the bottle, then throws it right at the drunk, just missing his head and the bottle smashes to pieces against the wall behind him.]
Soutter : I don't just dismiss my opponents, thats Cobryn's stick, granted he may do it with a bit more panache then the other 30 guys running around trying to be him, but panache or not, its still dismissing, and that ain't me.
Drunks friend : Come on Jack, this guys crazy.
Soutter : Tell me something guys.
[Soutter sits down on a chair next to them like nothing has happened, reaching over the bar and helping himself to a beer.]
Soutter : Tell me .... do you guys know what it is like to be urinated on by another man?
Jack : Well, i'm not sure, is this some sort of trick question?
Drunks friend : Your not going to piss on us are you man, thats sick.
Soutter : Hell no. I am above such acts, not like that Turkey from Hardkore world, that son of a bitch crossed the line, and he is going to wish he was never born by the time i am through with him, mutherfucker cant take a joke!
Jack : Look pal, i allready told you, this is a family place, watch the language.
[Soutter cracks his beer bottle over Jack's head, knocking him clean out, and then turns to his friends like nothing has happened.]
Soutter : Sorry about that guys, i don't normally like to beat up the weak and helpless in my promo's, its just that i am still very on edge, and ready to explode, thats why i was sitting down minding my own business till this clown started up.
[Soutter motions for the bartender to get him another beer.]
Jack's friend : Attack people in your promo's? What are you talking about? Are you ok friend? You sure do look like you could use someone to talk to.
Soutter : Are you calling me crazy? I ain't crazy man, just very pissed off and a little drunk. My son, he was crazy, big goof, i remember his quacks name, Dr Lou Natic.
Jacks friend : Maybe you should give him a call.
Soutter : Maybe you should shut your neck, unless you want to end up like your friend down there, i will never see one of them shrinks, especially one named Lunatic. No, there's nothing wrong with me, perfectly normal, considering i was just pissed on!
[Soutter stand up on the stool, the others all moving away from him.]
Soutter : Thats right, laugh it up! The Centre of Attention was pissed on! Hardy ha ha!
[Soutter turns his drink upside down, pouring the beer all over Jack who is still out of it from the bottle shot.]
Soutter (looking into the camera shot, the rest of the bar thinking he has totally flipped it) : YOU WANT TO PISS ON ME JUDGE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO! NO FUCKEN IDEA!
[Soutter wobbles a bit up there on the stool, then falls of it, landing awkwardly.]
Soutter : (slowly makes his way to his feet ) You ought get them stools checked out man, bloody dangerous having faulty chairs like that, your lucky i ain't the kind to sue.
Luckier then the Judge and the Shootfighter.
Them turkey's want the Suit's attention, well they got it. They got my full undivided attention.
I allready was motivated to make an impact in Hardkore World, to use this run to really make a name for myself as the best, and i'll be damned if this isn't the motivation i need to tip me over the edge.
[Scene fades as Soutter throws a couple of 50's towards the bar and heads for the door.]
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:30:13 GMT
[The scene opens up to show Soutter and his assistant Sally sitting in his Blue Cadillac, pulling into a McDonalds drive through.]
A couple of days ago ... scrolls over the screen.
Soutter : So, after we get this quick bite to eat, i want us to go straight to the hardware store.
Sally : Gotcha.
Soutter : We need to get ourselves a specially made reinforced ladder, i ain't taking any chances in this match, normally i like getting up on a ladder not knowing whether it will hold my weight or not, the risk of it collapsing on me really gets the blood pumping and keeps me on my toes, but i ain't going to be my normal self, not till i finish the Shootfighter and Judge off, them cocksuckers want to piss on me, they don't know what the hell they are getting themselves into.
[Soutter pulls up to the front of the queue, there is only one car in front of him, the man talking into the speaker with his flowing blonde locks moving in the wind.]
Soutter : God, this turkey is taking his time, what are they selling the whole store to him?
Sally : Don't worry boss, i'm sure there will be plenty left for us.
Soutter : There bloody well better be, and speaking of selling, hows Cyrus' form. Refusing to compete in the matches he is booked and trying to hand pick his opponents, that guy couldn't sell ice in the desert.
[The man with the flowing blonde hair continue's talking into the speaker, obviously enjoying the sound of his own voice.]
Soutter : Jesus!
Whats taking this guy so long!
[Soutter toots the horn.]
Soutter : Come on Sweet mouth, today would be good!
[The blonde guy just keeps on prattling on, totally oblivious to the line forming up behind him.]
Sally : You know, speaking of Sweet mouth's, have a good look at that guy, the flowing blonde hair, loves the sound of his own voice, you know, i think it may be ....
Soutter : I think you may be right.
[Soutter slams down hard on the horn again.]
Soutter : Lets go Sweet Mouth. (Lt. Thaddeus Harris from Police Academy voice) MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!
[The blonde guy still is oblivious to everything going on around him, (as per usual) but does appear to be getting agitated, although its hard to tell, his voice is rising, but not quite carrying to Soutter's car, until a loud outburst is heard from him.]
Blonde guy in the front car : Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk Yooooooooooouuuu Maaaaaaaaaaaan!
Soutter : THATS HIM! Thats the sweet mouth Sally.
[Soutter jumps out of the car, but the front car takes off, and Soutter jumps back in his Caddy but then looks perplexed.]
Soutter : What to do Sally, what to do? Chase him, or eat? Ahhh ... he'll keep.
[Soutter pulls up to the window.]
Girl on the speaker : I'm so sorry about that delay sir, some people, never have i met someone so full of themselves.
Soutter : Think nothing of it Toots, but all this waiting has build up my appetite, i'll take 4 large Big Mac value meals, 3 Cheeseburgers and 18 Nuggets, how about you Sally?
Sally : I'm on a diet, i'll take a salad thanks.
Soutter : and a salad, they make them here?
Girl on the speaker : Sure do sir, is that all?
Soutter : Sure is.
Girl on the speaker : Would you like a World title with that?
Soutter : No thanks.
[Soutter moves up towards the window.]
Soutter : So that explains where half these guys get there belts.
[Scene fades.]
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:33:23 GMT
[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, sitting in a doctors surgery with his doctor.]
Doctor : Well, its definitely broken.
Soutter (gingerly touching his nose) : I could of told you that doc. What can you do about it, thats what i want to know?
Doctor : Well ... there's a few options.
Soutter : Can it doc. Look, there is only one option as far as i am concerned, and thats getting me right for San Diego.
Doctor : I don't think thats a good idea.
Soutter (getting aggressive) : Don't think doc, just do! This is as close to an emergence as it gets. Build me one of them mask things, to protect my nose, and while you are at it, re-inforce it with some steel or something, then fit it with an allistic band or something, so that i can also use it as a weapon.
Doctor : I don't feel at all comfortable with this, i'll let you know right now.
Soutter : Look man. I could easily start intimidating you, pulling out the whole bully thing, but i don't want to go there. I just want you to do this one thing for me.
Doctor : I'm sorry Paul, but i cant. I'm afraid your going to have to find someone else.
Soutter : You don't understand, there is no time for someone else, i need this and i need it a.s.a.p. Things having been going to well for me as of late, and with out some protection going into this match, i may as well not even bother showing up.
Doctor : Well thats settles that then, you just wont be showing up.
Soutter (standing up from his chair) : Like hell i wont!
Do you know what i have endured this past two months?
First, i get teamed with a couple of rejects in the six man title tourney, am the only one to even make an effort, and end up taking both falls in the process.
And then, if that isn't enough, my next opponent, The Shootfighter, a guy who can't put two sentences together, and only has two moves, his Muy Tai Kick and Muy Tai punch, not only pisses on me, and breaks my nose, but also makes me tap out!
Are you starting to get the picture?
I am Soutter! The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! The Centre of Attention! The number ONE man in this whole god damned industry!
And i will be damned if i will allow the likes of that Turkey the Shootfighter to get the better of me.
Doctor : Look, let me see what i can come up with.
Soutter : This guy has even started looking past me towards that freak Microshoker and his wife Rally.
Doctor : Ok, as i said, let me see what i can come up with.
Soutter (shaking the docs hand) : Thanks Doc, you wont regret it! Come San Diego, i am going to introduce Shootfighter to the cage in ways he has never imagined. he will be lucky if i don't make him a permanent part of the cage, and will be lucky to walk out of there. This is my sort of match doc, "I Quit", inside a steel cage. There is no one in this fed who would endure what i have, what with being pissed on and tapping to a clown like The Shootfighter, any one else would of quit on the spot, but not me, because THERE IS NO QUIT IN ME doc! I will never quit! And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:38:20 GMT
[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter sitting on a rock at the Grand Canyon. The shot pans around the beautiful scenery, then zoom in with a close up of Soutter staring into the camera.]
Soutter : Here we are fans, in the heart of Arizona. What a stark contrast this is, for while i sit here, surrounded by this beautiful scenery, inside i am consumed with nothing but rage and violence.
Normally, i am a fun loving, easy going guy, happy to have a laugh, and a joke, but that all changed not long ago, when one of these "jokes" went horribly wrong, and some may say backfired on me.
Some may say that i was asking for this, and that if i cant take it, then i shouldn't give it out, but i can take it, and have, for far too long.
Shootfighter, you crossed the line pal. You have turned a harmless prank into the most embarrassing thing that has ever occurred to me, and i don't take that lightly. You see, i am a very proud man.
I will never forgive you for what you and that turkey that walks behind you have done to me ... NEVER!
Just as i will never quit. It isn't in me. In this cage match, i am going to embarrass YOU Shootfighter. I am going to take all of this pent up anger, and violence and aggression, and unleash it upon you with only one thing in mind. And thats to hurt you Shootfighter!
Never before have i hurt an opponent, such is my professionalism. Such is my respect for my fellow wrestlers. But for you Shootfighter, i have no respect. You are not a wrestler. You wouldn't know the first thing about entertaining the fans, about going out there and telling a story for them in the ring. You think you can come here with your Muy Tai kicks and your Muy Tai punches and that makes you a wrestler?
HA!
What a joke that is!
I am going to show you exactly what a wrestler can do once we get in the cage, and tell a story i will do. One you wont like very much. One you will never forget!
[Soutter stands up throwing a pebble into the Canyon.]
Shootfighter, i don't like you!
I don't like the way you talk!
I don't like the way you walk!
I don't like the way you look!
I don't like the way you smell!
I don't like the way you "wrestle"!
Hell, i don't like anything about you! After this match, most will expect us to just move on with our careers. Me onto bigger and better things, challenging for titles and headlining the Hardkore World shows. You back down to the bottom, opening the shows with the likes of Microshocker, Bobby Nowa and Vinnie Silvestri.
Vinnie Silvestri, heh.
[Soutter shakes his head]
I don't know if i was just skimming through the Hardkore World promo's or the latest edition of Worlds dumbest criminals!
But getting back on subject....... while most will expect for us to move in them two opposite directions, they will be mostly right, but let me tell you one thing.
After this match, after i tear you apart in the cage. This wont be over!
Sure ... we will be moving in different directions, but if you think i will of forgotten about you, just because we are booked are against new and different opponents, think again!
I will never forget about you Shootfighter! Never! Even when everyone else has forgotten about what i did to you in that cage, even when everyone else is thinking, Shootfighter? Didn't he once work up the top of the card, before remembering that was only because he was up against The Big Bad Bustling Bandit, i will not!
IF we see each other in the corridors, i will hurt you.
IF we are in some sort of match where by some coincidence both of us happen to be in it, like a Battle Royal or a Tag match or anything else that gets us ..... actually, ANY and EVERY time that i see you, know that i will hurt you!
Anyone can go out there and win a World Title, hell, i have one right here.
[Soutter reaches down and pulls up the OCW World Heavyweight Championship, smiles mockingly to the camera and then puts it back down.]
As i was saying, anyone can get one of them, heck, the other day i was even offered one at McDonalds, but for you, your days here in Hardkore World are numbered. Just when you think i have forgotten about you, and that it is safe for you to play with Microshoker and his wife Rally Jackson, trying to interject yourself into there relationship problems .... there i will be, PUNCHING YOUR FUCK'N LIGHTS OUT AGAIN!
Do you have any idea what you are about to get yourself into Shootfighter? You are walking into a steel cage, the most brutal match in all of wrestling with THE number ONE man in this industry! With The Centre of Attention, the Big Bad Bustling Bandit .... you will be locked in there one on one with no where to run and no where to hide with THE MAD DOG PAUL SOUTTER!
The man with the skill to thrill!
The name to entertain!
Shootfighter, your luck just ran out ..... and i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:38:50 GMT
[The scene switches to the green room, where we see a group of the boys standing around chatting and stretching preparing for there matches, when The Centre of Attention Soutter walks in with a blow up doll tucked under his arm.]
Soutter : Hey boys, how you all doing? Look at what i just found in Jonnie's office?
[There is a few chuckles as Soutter makes his way into the middle of the room.]
Soutter : I don't know where this doll has been, but she will come in real handy i think, hey ... did any of you catch that turkey Shootfighter showing us his prowess and dazzling moves over the course of the month?
[Switching into lame attempt to imitate Shootfighter's voice.]
"You think only my discipline of Muy Thai is the only thing I know?! Think again Soutter! Look at this hold and look at you when I apply it Soutter! You'll never be the same! A broken nose will be a minor injury compared to the damage this hold will do to you!"
[Soutter lets go of the hold but before the blow up doll gets up. She is taken down and Soutter applies yet another more painful hold.)
Soutter : (in his ventriloquist impersonation): "AAAAH.....I'm in agony! Stop!"
[Switching back to imitation Shootfighter]
"How about this one! Is this one anything you see a Muy Thai fighter uses in the ring?! Is it Soutter?! Is it! No it's a grappling hold and I am not someone who messes around in the ring! I don't throw kicks and punches!
"Prepare for Mortal Kombat!!!"
[Soutter chuckles in a goofy "U-Huh, U-Huh" type way, then jumps up onto the table beside him.]
Soutter : Lets hear it for the Shootfighter! The Dean Malenko of Hardkore World, who knows so many moves, that when demonstrating them, he doesn't even need to name them. He just needs to grab some poor schmuck like a blow up doll, and scream, look at this move, in an angry voice, and the rest of the fed trembles at the thought of getting "them moves" put on them, unless he doesn't actually know the names of them that is.
[Soutter looks directly into the camera now.]
Soutter : Shootfighter! Your about to step into a steel cage with the number ONE man in this industry!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The Centre of Attention!
The man with the skill to thrill!
The name to entertain!
I'm Loud and Proud!
and Shootfighter ....... your luck just ran out ..... and i like it like that!
[Soutter jumps off the table, drilling the blow up doll with the Soutter Splash and a loud hissing sound can be heard as the doll starts deflating]
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:39:20 GMT
[The scene opens up on Soutter, standing there watching Tamara drive of like Queen Bitch.]
Soutter : So thats how you want it is it? Invite me over here to treat me like shit and bolt, that girl must have rocks in her head.
Here i am, ME The Centre of Attention, ready and willing to help her with her career. To offer my advice and support. I thank her for having my back in my huge victory over Shootfighter, and she tells me she never wants to talk to me again .... NEVER!
[Soutter looks as if he is starting to get angry.]
Well you don't have to tell me twice!
Do you really think i would let anyone walk all over me toots?
Least of all the likes of you?
Did you really think when faced with the choice of turning the other cheek on your rudeness .... and thats what you are girlie, rude.
[Soutter's jugular vein starts to throb]
As i was saying, did you really think when faced with the choice of letting your rudeness slide, for the sake of team harmony, and a victory over Shootfighter and Judge Dread, who i have been dying to get my hands on .... or the choice of staying true to myself and telling you exactly where you can get off that i would really let you and your all high and mighty attitude slide?
Well think again skirt!
Consider me your third opponent in this match.
[Soutter is now trembling.]
Thats right Skirt! This match just got a whole lot more interesting, i don't care what the card says, you come near me in that match, and i will drop you on your head just as soon as look at you.
and Shootfighter .... Judge Dread .....
[Soutter in a Stallone imitation]
I am the law
If you two turkey's think that i am forgetting about you ... think again.
Shootfighter, you specifically stated that there was no way that i could make you quit.
Yet you said the words!
How is that?
I'll tell you how, because I am better then you are!
I told you Shootfighter, that you will never be through with me. I told you that i would be happy to fight you over, and over and over again. What did you think when you saw us scheduled to meet again?
Let me guess .... at first, it was panic, "ohh no, not Soutter again, what have i ever done to Jonnie to deserve this?"
Then you tried convincing yourself that this was what you needed, a chance to redeem your cowardice in the cage when you screamed in front of the world that you quit. I'll bet that you may of hoped to be able to scam a pinfall over the skirt, and then hope to claim it as a victory over The Suit.
But here is your reality check. I don't care if i win this match or not. No ... like i told the skirt, i will stay true to myself first and foremost, and the wins can come or not, but know this, before the match is over, all three of you ... thats right ... all three ... Tamara, Shootfighter, and most especially Judge Dread will be left laying at the hands of The Big Bad Bustling Bandit.
[Soutter does a mock Muy Thai kick and then smirks to the camera.]
I'm the main with the skill to thrill!
The name to entertain!
I'm loud and proud baby!
And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:39:54 GMT
[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, wearing a tracksuit, he looks very relaxed and comfortable, sitting on a bench with a bag of donuts.]
Soutter : (looking into the camera) Look skirt, i don't care what you say, come match time, i am going to hurt you in ways you can't even imagine. I am going to tear you limb from limb and make you rue the day you ever crossed Paul Soutter and all that other threatening stuff!
You are going to learn a lesson in respect, about when to keep your mouth shut, and when to recognize your betters.
Like Clint Eastwood said, "a mans got to know his limitations!
That goes for skirts like you as well, so try as you might now to back peddle and convince yourself that everything is going to be allright, hoping with your last breathe that i will focus on winning the match, instead of destroying you, you will soon come to release that that hope, is false hope, even with Shootfighter standing there beside you, because that is what winning this match entitles .... me hurting you .... and enjoying it!
I saw that he was training you how to "wrestle"
Please ...... talk about the blind leading the blind.
No skirt, you are mine, there is nothing that can keep me from you .... i will go through Shootfighter, i will go through my partner Tamara if i have to .... you, Judge Dread, crossed line, your boy Shootfighter has been paying for it ever since, i beat him senseless in that cage, making him utter the words he swore he never would ....
"I Quit!"
Proving him to be the hypocrite he is..... Now ..... its your turn skirt, time to pay the piper so to speak.
(Crazy Roddy Piper imitation) No Fear!!!!!!
[Soutter has a bite of his donut, calming himself.]
I guess that you now say i am mocking the Scots .... right Shootfighter?
Thats what your kind does, isn't it?
Someone mocks you and you cry that it is an attack on your race, and insinuate racism.
Now, i am not denying my racism, i am as racist as any normal white male ..... meaning i tolerate you minorities, heck, some of you aren't even that bad .....
But if there is one thing that P's me off, its a minority crying racism, especially since you Turkey's are the real racists ..... we tolerate you, let you live down the block from us and sell us take away food .... and what do you do whenever something doesn't go right for you, or when someone mocks you ... .you cry racism.
Believe me pal, if i wanted to insult your race, then i would talk like this .....
(Goofy ching chong asian accent) : "Soutter a real man doesn't treat a woman like that! I even know that! You don't seem to think women shouldn't be in wrestling! I guess "Chicken Heart" rubbed off on you in more ways than none! Well come this match Soutter you'll make the biggest mistake of your life! Tamara I respect you more than that fat overstuffed Crocodile Dundee wannabee!"
(Back to normal voice) : Actually, that wouldn't be mocking Asians, would it now, that would still be mocking the genius of the Shootfighter.
Mr I wont go as low as you and mock your race, and then call you a fat overstuffed Crocodile Dundee wannabee the very next breathe.
No ... if i wanted to mock your kind, i would be dropping two dollars coins under my table over in Bangkok for sloppy blow jobs off your five year old sister.
Or that may still only be mocking you and not your race, but who cares, you all look the same to me anyway ..... the same apart from you Shootfighter that is, you easily stand out from the rest .... your the one who is bruised from head to toe from the brutal beating i gave you in the cage WHEN I MADE YOU QUIT!!!!
[Soutter stands up, staring into the camera with hatred.]
Listen up turkey, as much as i want to get my hands on you, and as much as i have made you a hypocrite like 50 times over, i think one more time is in order.
You want to say i don't know how to treat women, and go down that path?
Well ..... lets see how you go when you have to start the match off against Tamara ... you can either prove your cowardice and let her beat the hell out of you ... or you can prove your cowardice and attack a women.
And Tamara .... i got a special message just for you .... just for you because you know ... you need everything spelt out for you. Earlier, when i was talking to the skirt, and alluding to the back peddling, you thought i was referring to you?
Well i was really referring to the other skirt, Judge Dread. I know what i was saying could well of applied to you, and thats why i said it, to make it look like i was talking about you, calling you skirt etc, then to let it be known i was actually referring to the Judge. I know it doesn't have the same effect now that i have to spell it out to you, but it will just have to i guess, the price i have to pay for being teamed with an imbecile .... anyway, just remember, do your job in the match, and everything will be just fine.
Cross me in any way shape or form, and for that matter, show me any of that lack of respect from earlier, and i will drop you on your head as soon as look at you.
Your dealing with the Centre of Attention, The Big Bad Bustling Bandit, i will stay true to myself, with or without your help, and i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:40:44 GMT
[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, standing in front of a Hardkore World banner.]
Soutter : Hello Sweet Mouth, so we meet again!
Now this is more like it.
What did i tell you Shootfighter?
What did i say? That this "big hot feud" we were having was all because of me. That after i was finished with you, that you would again be down the bottom of the card, jerking the curtain with guys like Vinnie Silvestri. That once i was through with you i would be the one getting the title shots and headlining the cards.
Well, well, well. Maybe i should take up a new career as a Psychic. I can see it right now.
A little bubble appears in the top of the screen, obviously Soutter's imagination. Soutter is wearing a turban around his head and looks like some obese Muslim, and Cobryn is sitting in front of him.
Imaginary Cobryn : What am i lacking? I have had it all, but somehow still feel unfulfilled, what is it that i need to do to make me complete.
Soutter the Psychic : Two words my friend. "Character Development"
Just like Edge said to X-Pac. You haven't changed since 1998.
Imaginary Cobryn : Change? I don't need to change, i am Cobryn, i am ..... Cobryn.
Soutter the Psychic : Yes, you are, and there in lies your problem.
Suddenly the bubble disappears, Soutter shaking his head snapping out of his trance.
Soutter : On second thoughts, that career is giving me a head ache allready. He doesn't need a psychic, more a team of shrinks.
And he has changed i guess.
Changed his friends anyways by the looks of things.
Lets see, first it was The Society.
Then he wanted to make it on his own, that lasted what, two months?
Then he was teaming up with his blonde clone Ashcroft.
That didn't last much longer, now did it?
Now ...... he is teaming with Kilroy again? And Hero .... please.
Ohhhh no, wait a minute.
Before that he wanted to team with Phoenix for some unexplained reason in Australia, and Hero, Syberus and i think there was even someone else in there they wanted to team up with, who knows, i cant even remember.
But now he is back to teaming with Kilroy, having Hero carry his bags, and belt ...
Soutter has a chuckle.[/]
And Hunglestein of all people.
Boy ...... there's a team that is really going to click. Yeah right.
How long's that going to last, i'll give you till the World Title becomes active, then watch the ego's fly and the "Un-Stable" disintegrate.
Don't get me wrong, i know why they wanted you in sweet mouth.
See, when it was them three, well, no one really cared about them forming there little group now did they?
So they thought, lets bring in the big gun, lets bring in Cobryn.
And i know why you decided to take them up on there offer as well ....
Just look at your history. You must have some serious issues going back to your childhood or something pal, didn't any of the other kids play with you in that sand box? Wouldn't they let you use there toys at there parties.
Ohhhh....... thats right, you were too busy banging there mothers at there primary school parties.
Soutter scoffs.
No ... you got issues allright. Whats wrong with you Sweet Mouth? Cant you do anything on your own? Can't you stand up for yourself for two minutes? Do you have to constantly have others around you telling you how great you are at every other breathe?
Talk about High Maintenance!
Paris Hilton eat your heart out!
Ohhh no ... thats right, you allready ate something else of hers out, along with her sister at the same time.
Soutter scoffs again.
Look at me Sweet mouth, and look at me good.
I am your worst nightmare come true, a man who knows you and your weaknesses more then any other. A man who has beaten you before, and will do again.
You may ask yourself, who is he to say my character hasn't developed, i am Cobryn, and that should be enough.
Well, Cobryn.
I am Soutter!
Mad Dog Paul Soutter!
The Centre of Attention!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The number ONE man in this industry!
The name to entertain!
The man with the skill to thrill!
I'm loud and proud baby!
And i like it like that!
Soutter flexes for the camera, no real muscles can be seen, just his fat becomes more solid and set.
Ohhh and Shootfighter.
One more thing.
I told you that you and i would never be finished, and i meant it!
We are one and one! That little tag team dance accomplished nothing, we were merely there to let our heat rub off on Tamara, your friend Microshocker and Judge Dreadful, who happens to be referee'ing that matchup, boy, what a coincidence, i wonder what he is going to do there.
But as i said, you and i are one and one, so, after i beat Cobryn at Palm Springs and become the West Coast champion, i am offering YOU SHOOTFIGHTER, the first shot at my new title.
The final confrontation, the Suit vs the Shoot.....fighter, one on one with everything on the line, including my new West Coast title, what do you say?
Hey ... it may even be in your interests to make sure that none of them turkey's in the "Un-Stable" get involved in my match up and try and cost me my title, and you your title shot!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:49:07 GMT
[Scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, sitting in the locker room of the Titan Gymnasium in Fullerton.] Soutter : (dripping with sarcasm) So ..... now it is all so clear to us. Thank you so much for pointing it out to us Sweet Mouth. You are going to beat me because "i have been undercarding to you" Now it is all so clear. How could i have thought any different. The Big Bad Bustling Bandit, Soutter, has been undercarding to the mighty god Cobryn, and therefore must lose to him. Please ..... Let me tell you something pal, i am so sick and tired of hearing crap like that from you, and so are the fans. You think they want to hear about who "undercards" to who? You think they want to hear about all of these other insider terms you want to through out like you are being interviewed by some dirt sheet? They couldn't give a stuff about all that crap, and neither could i. Frankly, i am sick of all. Do you ever see Eddie Guerrero on TV telling Bradshaw he is going to beat him because "He undercarded to him"? Guess not, otherwise everyone would be sitting at home thinking, undercard? what the heck is he talking about, i don't care about all that politics crap, just get on with it and wrestle allready. And look at that for a second, Eddie would of been well within his rights to claim that JBL had undercarded to him, for many years JBL undercarded to everyone, but guess what, it didn't mean anything in the end, because he made mince meat out of Guerrero, just like i am going to do to you, and now Eddie is left trying to grow a ridiculous beard like some 14 year old school boy who hasn't started shaving yet, looking like shaggy off of Scooby Doo or something. You want to talk about insider terms, well how about this, Mr "West Coast" Champion. Whats up with that? Why aren't you the American Heavyweight champion? Stan obviously couldn't cut it as the champ and someone had to be brought in to replace him, why wasn't it you Sweet Mouth? Why was Gojira given the opportunity instead of you? I'll tell you why, because he and his partner are twice the men you are. Hell, Tux defeated you not so long ago without even breaking a sweat, or saying a word. [Soutter chuckles.] Now onto these turkey's who want to sue you for going to see a Nippon card that never happened, just like Mad Dog Vachon, they don't have a leg to stand on. Anyone who turns up to an arena expecting to see a Nippon card is asking for anything they get, everyone knows them shows never happen. [Soutter looks around the locker room.] How fitting that i am sitting here in Fullerton talking about my upcoming opponent, because you pal, are full of it. [Soutter turns to camera two.] And Hunglejerk, kindly stay out of our business. Your boss here can handle himself quite fine, if he needs your help, i'm sure he will direct you to his luggage. When people don't reply you boy, its not "no selling" ....... boy, you sound just like the Sweet Mouth, "no selling", "undercarding" .... [Soutter scoffs.] No boy .... its not "No selling" its just that they don't really care what you have to say. And did i hear you refer to yourself as a hero? And that Jonnie needs you more then you need him? [Soutter slaps his knee.] Yeah, right ..... sounds just like the coward i know you are trying to worm your way out of another match. But back to whats important, Soutter Vs Cobryn. Sweet Mouth ... you say i have never defeated, well, lets have a look at the video tape. [Soutter pulls out a tape labeled "The Soutter Files" (the best of Soutter now available on VHS and DVD), and the tape is conveniently up to the five man iron match for the UWA World Title at the Resurrection PPV.] [Soutter levels Hunglow with a piece of the destroyed ladder still in the ring. A large gash opens over Hunglow’s left ear as Soutter grins and falls on top of Cobryn.] Angus: 1… 2… THREE!! Soutter : You can call it clever editing, you can call it whatever you like Sweet Mouth, i call it the Suit pinning you for a one, two, three count. [Soutter winks at the camera.] And as for the statement leading up to this match, about this being the first Hardkore World Title i will be going for, not true, i was the first and only Hardkore Tri State Heavyweight Champion, when i went 33 plus minutes, from start to finish against everyone to enter the ring that night. Now, that region didn't last long despite my best efforts as champion, one thing i have learnt, no matter how credible the champion is, bad management is bad management, and them guys lasted about as long as The Sweet Mouth in his wet dreams over the Hilton sisters .... but alas, even though this West Coast title will not be my first, it will none the less, still be mine!
And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:53:03 GMT
[The scene opens up to the Harkore Hall locker room .... Soutter is looking over the card for Harkore Helloween ... he is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, undone over the top of a SWAT t-shirt, his hair still wet from the shower. Soutter looks around the room to see only a few rookies and dark match workers in there at the time ... guys that could certainly by the looks of them take out Blak Lung, Vinnie Silvestri and The Microshocker.]
Soutter : Did you see this guys? Six man Barbed wire elimination match up!
And if thats not enough, after competing in that type of gruelling encounter, the winner has to get right back in there against the winner of another 6 man match.
This is brilliant!
The only way this could be better is if that Cobryn were in there with me!
I know the Sweet Mouth gets hard at the mere mention of his name ... but i would like nothing better then to wrap that barbed wire around his ohhh so sweet mouth, but enough of him, he and i will meet again one day ... until then, i got to take the loss on the chin .... just like Jonnie rose takes something else on the chin ... (wink, wink) if you know what i mean.
[Soutter walks over to one of the rookies.]
Hey rook, do me a favor will you, and run down and grab me a few cookies from the cafeteria.
[The rookie looks up at Soutter with annoyance.]
Come on ... (Lt. Thadeus Harris from Police Academy fame imitation) MOVE IT .. MOVE IT ... MOVE IT!
[The rookie reluctantly sets off to fetch the cookies.]
Thats the way ... maybe one day you can be like Hunglejerk and run around fetching phones, coffee's and anything else that Cobryn wants him to.
[Soutter moves over and takes a seat, the rest of the guys all looking towards him.]
I got to tell ya guys, that match really took it out of me, I gave Cobryn everything i had, and just couldn't get he job done, not that its any shame to lose to him, not by a long shot, i am not the first guy he has beaten, and wont be the last.
But what a reward.
5 men in a barbed wire match, then the opportunity to compete for a shot at the Heavyweight title.
I wont lie to you guys ... this one could well come down to good old Robbie Hungleturd and myself.
I mean, lets go through the rest of our opposition.
We got Blak Lung ... who even you (Soutter points to some random guy in the room, who cracks a smile at being singled out) could beat! Blak Lung ... please, what the hell sort of name is that ... doesn't he know that smoking kills? Well, so do i, kill that is, and after he feels that wire wrapped around his throat, his lungs will be the least of his troubles.
Then we got Vinnie Silvestri ... this Jerry Springer reject, who thinks its tough to beat up on women, because he cant do the job against his opponents. His main concern going into this contest is whether he will be able to outlast Blak Lung ... and how much more money he will get from America's Worst Criminals with a big Barbed Wire scar running down the side of his face.
Who we got next ..... The Microshocker. The man who cant get in one offensive move against Tamara Sanchez! Although it will be interesting to see him hook up with Hungleprick. Heck, i might even have to give him a call, i am sure between the two of us we can come up with some stuff them turkey's in Cleveland will love!
[Ho .. ho ho.... Soutter has a good old chuckle, the guys laughing along with him.]
Thats leaves us with just Hungle himself, and Jonnie Rose.
Now Jonnie Rose is a talent, let me tell you guys that right now ... watch out for him ... he could be anything in this business, its just a pity for him that he is getting in there with the Big Bad Bustling Bandit. The Centre of Attention. The Mad Dog ... Paul Soutter! I am the suit, and the number one man in this industry, and "The Hollywood Heart throb" would do well to treat this match as the learning experience it is. Can he beat me in the ring ... maybe one day ....but not here, not now.
[Soutter looks into the camera.]
Here's a hot tip for you Rose ... find yourself a good opponent ... and get in there and just beat the living crap out of each other. Not for one match either ... find yourself an opponent you can go up and down the highway with and steal the show with them, i'll even give you a helping hand by making sure i don't eliminate you till its just you me and hung, sorry, but i must save Hunglestein for last.
You see, i am normally an easy going go ... and love nothing more then to have a good time with the fans.
But i got to admit, nothing would make me happier then ruining that self pretentious pricks plans in front of his home crowd.
And why the hell are performing there anyway?
How come we never go to Melbourne?
I know ... i know ... because this is Hardkore America. but it sure does seem like a big coincidence to me ... i'll bet you that punk has been bitching in Jonnie's ear for months, lets go to Cleveland, come on man, it will be great, i can be the Centre of Attention as the home town boy ...
[Looking into the camera again.]
Well, stop right there turkey! There is only one "Centre of Attention", and your looking at him.
And its going to be make my day, to ruin yours!
I'm going to show the people of Cleveland who is the Name to Entertain!
I'm going to show them who is the man with the Skill to Thrill!
I'm going to show them who is Loud and Proud!
And i'm going to show Hunglestein the Turd to these ...
[Soutter with a crotch chop.]
and i like it like that!
(fading) ..... and possibly i'll show him to Microshocker's as well.
(Fade with Soutter chuckling)
Ho ... ho ho .... now the prick will probably say that i would be familiar with Microshocker's nuts ... but after Hardkore Helloween we will see who is familiar with what.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:53:37 GMT
[The scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Soutter, sitting in his Cadillac outside of the Tacoma Dome in Tacoma Washington. He is wearing a Hawaiian shirt over the top of a SWAT T-Shirt and looking into the camera through the front window of the car.]
Hardkore World ... listen up!
This right here is an example of everything that is wrong with our business.
We have a nice clean match up down here in Washington between myself and Hero, and what happens, everyman and his dog wants to come out and have there say.
Well, Now is my turn to have my say.
Kilroy Evans ......
Do you really believe that the fans are booing you and cheering Gojira because "he is Hardkore World" and you feel like an Outsider?
Come on ... give me a break.
Want to know the real reason why the fans are boo'ing you?
Two reasons.
The company you keep!
One ... a snivelling, whining Prat by the name of Hero who i just so happened to cream back here in Washington before you and half the fed decided they wanted "a little mic time"
Two ... that self pretentious prick by the name of Robbie Hunglestein the Turd ... or as i was saying earlier ... every man and his dog.
And if you need me to spell that out to you ... you are a man Kilroy. Why don't you start acting like one instead of holding hands with your "friends" ... and then blaming the fans for boo'ing you.
[Soutter scoffs.]
Wake up pal and smell the coffee
As for that dog in was referring to ..... Robbie the Turd ... i'll be seeing you in Cleveland pal ... and i can't wait.
You sure did yell my name a lot ... didn't you?
I counted ... 66 times. Thats not healthy pal.
And neither is what i intend on doing to you come Hardkore Helloween 2004.
Do you really understand what sort of match we are in? 6 Men ... well ... five men and Microshocker ... surrounded in barbed wire. Barbed Wire. I like the sound of that. Do you have any idea the things i can do to you with that wire?
And right in front of your beloved Cleveland fans ...
[Soutter starts to choke ...]
Thats a good one ... since when have them turkey's ever felt anything for you but disdain? Didn't you yourself say you were above all of them losers and pack up and ship off to Beverly Hills?
Is that where you have your laatta's with Jonnie on Melrose? While convincing him to tour "Cleveland"?
[Soutter nods his head disapprovingly at the camera.]
Ohh .. i'm sorry .. you don't live in Beverly Hills any more, you lost your house and all your money, and your kid to ... what a shame.
So let me get this straight, now that you are broke and a joke ... you've crawled back into your hole of a home town of Cleveland ... and all of a sudden everyone there loves you now?
[An unknown underneath worker comes into the shot.]
Rookie : Hey Suit ... Sorry to inform you this, but he's not broke any more.
Soutter : Don't correct me pal! And what do you mean he's not broke anymore? He went through all of his money .. lost everything he had with his "mightier then thou" lifestyle. Let that be a lesson to you kiddie's, live beyond your means and it will catch up with you in the end. Just like me and good old Robbie ... he has been living beyond his means in our previous encounters ... buts its all about to catch up on him ... and in his hometown no less.
[Chuckle from Soutter.]
Rookie : Yeah ... well, he's rich again now.
Soutter : Ha! Don't tell me ... he won the lottery or something lame like that?
[Soutter rolls his eyes.]
Rookie : Well ... actually ....
Soutter : You got to be kidding me. I don't believe it ... how dare you come out here in my interview time and hit me with that crap ... just to get your mug on the box ... go on ... beat it kid ... hit the bricks.
[The rookie looks at Soutter as if to say "its really true, he won the lotto"]
Soutter : Go on! (Lt. Thaddeus Harris from Police Academy imitation) MOVE IT .. MOVE IT .. MOVE IT!!!
Now .. as for the rest of you turkey's ... you got to release that you don't stand a chance ... this is a two horse race ... not to take you all lightly and look past the rest of you guys ... i am sure you are all great wrestlers and will give it your best shot, heck, that Russian or German guy ... where ever he is from is a previous winner at Hardkore Helloween back in 97 i believe, but 97's long gone pal, this is 2004, and .... well ... actually, i am taking you all lightly and looking past you guys, i mean, after all, i will have a second match to compete in after this one.
Heck ... Jonnie Rose allready took my advice ... i told him to get an opponent and hit the highway, taking that match all across the USA, i didn't think he would take me literally and i certainly didn't mean that sort of match.
And as for you Hunglejerk .. thinking i would "just be quite before you beat me again" ..... you obviously don't know me to well ... its not in my nature to be quite .. you see ...
Im not quite, far from it ....Thats why when i speak, people listen, and thats why i am The Centre of Attention ... the Big Bag Bustling Bandit ... The number ONE man in this industry today!
I'm Loud and Proud!
The name to entertain!
The skill to thrill!
I'm a former Hardkore World Tri- State Heavyweight Champion turkey, and soon to be the American Champ as well ... and i like it like that!
[Soutter hits the gas, taking off down the street as the scene fades to ..............]
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:54:08 GMT
[Fade into the locker room at the Gund Arena, Cleveland. Soutter is seated with an unknown rookie wearing a Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a Swat T-Shirt (who cares what the rookie is wearing, it sure ain't an unstable t-shirt) and they are both looking at the monitor as RH3's promo comes to a halt.]
[Soutter is trying to talk, but he cant get a word out, he is laughing so hard.]
Rookie : What's so funny Suit? He just roasted you man ... he said so himself.
Soutter (still chuckling) : Yeah, you would do well to learn from that guy pal ... lesson number one ... when you got nothing left to say, make stuff up, and say it like this, over and over again, trying to force it down people's throats till they actual believe it.
Rookie : Got ya ..... make stuff up .... and talk like this.
Soutter : Then, lesson two, when you know that what you are saying is so preposterous, and that the lies can be refuted in an instant, give forth the answers to them lies, so that when someone calls you out on your lie, you can say i told you you would say that.
[Soutter has another chuckle.]
Rookie : Sorry Suit ... i don't quite follow you?
Soutter : Well, hows this for an example. You ate my lunch rookie, and i'm not happy with you ... you will feel the wrath of Soutter, and i will roast you .... then butter and baste you .... mmmmm ..... now you will probably say you didn't eat my lunch, but i know you did, so don't give me that.
You see ..... now everyone thinks you ate my lunch, and that i want to bake you.
Rookie : (confused) But i didn't eat your lunch
Soutter : Ohhh ho ho ho. I told you you would say that. Boy, just another example of how i own you over and over and over again. Ho ho ho.
Now, all this talk about my lunch and roasting and baking is making me hungry, go fetch me a sandwich will ya.
[Rookie gives Soutter a look.]
Rookie : What your last slave die of?
Soutter : Disobedience! .... Now go on (Lt. Thadeus Harris from Police Academy imitation) MOVE IT ... MOVE IT ..... MOVE IT!!!!
[The rookie takes off to find the kitchen and Soutter looks into the camera.]
Not long now.
Not long at all.
Soon all the words will mean nothing, and soon after, the rest will be gone ... and it will be just you and i Robbie ..... ohh ... and all of those Cleveland fans ... who "love you so much".
Boy ... you didn't think i had it in me to tell you what i think of you? Just wait until that bell rings ... then you'll find out first hand exactly what i got in me. This isn't the UWA with that dumb skirt running it pal, this is Hardkore World! A place you know nothing about, a place you are so out of your depth in that you have to run away from your matches.
I sat and watched in the back as you refused to fight Tux shaking my head in disgust.
I sit hear and listen to you talking about legal cases and some such crap and i want to throw up.
I sit here and listen to you talk about how we are in Cleveland and how they all love you so much and how they see right through that crap and wonder just how delusional you really are.
I sit hear still listening to you moan on and on about how we are in Cleveland and how you cant lose in your home town.
And after throwing up, i want to hurt you ... and hurt you i will ..... i got a reality check for you turkey ... this isn't some fantasy land where the home town hero gets to win the day .... this is wrestling pal ... and here's a news flash for ya ... no matter what arena that ring is set up in ... once we enter it, thats MY HOME .... and i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 22:54:46 GMT
[The scene opens up on The Centre of Attention, Soutter, wearing a Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a SWAT T-Shirt. He is standing in the ring, the ropes allready replaced with Barbed wire, in the empty Gund arena looking into the camera.]
Soutter : I ACCEPT!
I thought when you had nothing left to say that you just make up blatant lies ... but now you've gone and overdone it ... you want to really compare your worth in this federation to mine?
I'll make you eat your fucken words ... and a plateful of sushi to go with it when you are the one shipped of to Japan!
You know something, i thought it was a pretty low thing to do last year when Cobryn made the same threat to one Dan Stein ... "If you beat me, i will leave"
God, i just wanted Stein to say the same thing right back to him.
And now you pull this crap out of no where .... well, it sounds good to me.
[Soutter looks around to the empty arena, then back into the camera.]
Listen up ... "Mr I will take my ball and go home because i don't like playing with you anymore".
You better take your fucken ball and get the fuck out ... before i shove it right up your fucken ass!
I can just picture you now ... going home crying to the wife ...... Ohhh ... its just not fair ... that big fat guy Soutter keeps yelling at me ... even after i have roasted and flamed him ... but i fixed him ... i issued him a challenge ... loser goes to Japan.
This would be the part where she fly's off the handle wondering what the hell she is going to do in Japan ..... if she hadn't allready left you after you went through all your money .... or now that you are rich again (Soutter rolls his eyes) .... after she went to get you a tissue.
[Soutter moves towards the ropes ... staring into the camera ... a look of total calm.]
No ... nothing could make me happier.
The other four men in this match i could give a stuff about ... its me and you ... one of us is going of to Nippon, and it sure as hell ain't going to be me. Like them guys are even going to have a show anyway!
As i was saying, nothing could make me happier, then to be the man responsible for booting your lame, over rated, self pretentious ass all the way over to the land of the Rising Sun. And in your own home town no less.
These turkeys in Cleveland are in for more then they bargained for when they bought there tickets, that much is sure ... for they will bear witness to the last ever Robert Hunglestein the Turd's match in the USA in a Hardkore World ring ... right in his own home town no less.
You know ... it didn't have to be this way .... i want you to remember that ... i want you to remember that it was your own self that got you into this predicament .... you and that ego of yours.
I just didn't realize that i got to you so much ... well .... i knew i got to you ... its like stealing candy from a baby really ... you and that temper of yours ... i turn it off and on like a damn switch.
[Soutter has a chuckle.]
You want to know something ... i was going into this match up fully focused on getting my shot at the Hardkore America title ... beating up on you was just a little added bonus .... but now the stakes have been raised .... now i am not only fighting for a shot at a title ... now i am fighting for my future ... now i am fighting for my very existence ..... now i am fighting to stay right here in the flagship of Hardkore World ... The American Region ... AND STAY HERE I WILL!
I go into every match with everything i have ... and this time will be no different.
I have endured things in this place that no one else would endure ...and fought right through them .... hell .... i was even pissed on ... PISSED ON .... in a prank gone wrong ... but now your prank is the one that is going to go wrong .....
I am The Suit!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The Centre of Attention!
The number ONE man in this business.
I have the name to entertain!
The skill to thrill!
I'm loud and proud baby .... and i'll be damned if you or anyone else is going to show ME the door around here.
Now your own words and ego are going to backfire on YOU .... and i like it like that!
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