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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:11:30 GMT
Scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Paul Soutter sitting in his big blue Cadillac, he's decked out in one of his many colourful Hawaiian shirts open over the top of a KGB T-Shirt, and seems to be stuck in traffic. Shot pulls out to show Soutter is indeed stuck in traffic and waiting on a green light, David Bowie's Fame playing on the car stereo. The shot then pans to the left of Soutter's car where traffic just happens to be banked up on the other side of the road and a somewhat pretty looking early 20's brunette is stuck right next to the Suit, both windows down.
Soutter : (to brunette in car stuck next to him going other way) How "you" doing?
Brunette gives Suit a who the fuck are you look and looks irritably for traffic to get moving so she can get away from this obese man
Soutter : So ... how about it?
Brunette : (with attitude) How about what?
Soutter : How about getting 'em out for me?
Brunette : (highly offended) Getting what out for you.
Soutter : Your jugs! Hooters! You know, them fluffy fun bags that look ohh so inviting with your seat belt extenuating them like that.
Brunette looks mortified and quickly winds her window up ... traffic still not moving for a few uncomfortable moments which seem like an eternity ... Soutter giving her a "you know i want to bend you over and lick your ass" nod and smile as traffic thankfully begins to move on each side.
Soutter : (to himself as he takes off) Stupid cow's probably never done anything on the spur of the moment in her life, what would it of hurt her to give me a little peek!
Soutter keeps driving now and is distracted when passing the Drive In when he notices they have a Police Academy marathon scheduled for later that night.
Soutter : Police Academy marathon! I'm there! Now to get a date!
Scene switches to show Soutter in his office, phone book open in front of him, the camera peeking over to show it on the Escorts page. Soutter picking up the phone and dialling one of the numbers.
Soutter : Hello, im looking for a girl to take to the drive in who will play with my balls during the movies and who i can hump the living guts out of inbetween each one.
Pimp secretary : Aren't we all.
Soutter : You have any girls who look like Kim Cattrall?
Pimp Secretary : Our girls can look like who ever you want them to.
Soutter : Ohhh, i've heard that one before, asked for a red head with big knockers once and got a 40 year old Asian. I know how it works with you lot, you figure once she's there we're so desperate that we'll just accept whats thrown our way. And i bet on most parts your right, but not this Big Bad Bustling Bandit, you see, my fixation with Cattrall goes way beyond obsession.
Soutter see's a add on the next page ... "Escorts in the City" with a picture of 4 Sex in the City look alikes and promptly slams the phone down on the current call.
Soutter : JACKPOT!
Suit repeats the process and is so happy getting off the phone that he starts jumping around the room in some sort of goofy dance. He's plump secretary Sally hears the racket and comes in to make sure everything is ok.
Sally : Hey boss ... everything ok in here?
Soutter : You know it Sally! Police Academy marathon tonight at the drive in is all!
Sally : Really? Can i come?
Soutter : Sure, but not with me, i got a big date!
Sally : (a little disappointed) A big date?
Soutter : Yes, a big date.
Sally : Ohhh. Well, maybe next time. Say, hows everything shaping up for the (cheap reference to efedding in promo here) Frank a Marano Jr. Cup.
Soutter : Shaping up just fine Sally. With myself and X man teaming up, how could it shape up any other way. Say, did you know that in the original Police Academy movie Kim Cattrall played the love interest of Mahoney?
Sally : Kim Cattrall, you know you shouldn't think about her boss. Never comes to no good.
Soutter : Not this time Sally, i got it all worked out, and i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:13:24 GMT
Scene cuts to backstage where we see Matt Boone standing by with The Centre of Attention, Paul Soutter. Suit is wearing a KGB t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt over the top of it.
Matt Boone : Hey Suit, looks like you and X are through to the next round.
Soutter : Sure does Boone, thanks for stating the obvious.
Matt Boone : .........
Soutter snatches the mic from Boone, giving him "the look". Boone backs away leaving it to the pro's.
Soutter : Smartest thing you've done all day boy.
Now, many of stated, that the team of Soutter and Rated X just cant work, how can two stars of the ilk of them two gel together and work as a team, when they have never tagged before.
The answer, not that simple, could be any one of a dozen factors, lets see.
It could be that fact that we are wrestlers, damn fine wrestlers. Its not hard to slam dunk when you got Michael Jordan passing to you, and its not hard to kick ass when you have either The Big Bad Bustling Bandit or Rated X standing beside you. Possibly its because, as the best two wrestlers in Hardkore World, we just push each other that tiny bit more. Maybe its our chemistry in the ring. Could be Trina's cooking. Who knows, just one of those things.
Gojira. That is the first time we have met, you are a big star around these parts and i have watched you from a far for a long while, anticipating the match up with you, only to be bitterly disappointed. You and Tux are shells of what you once were, and hopefully that Extreme Express beat down pushes you closer to retirement once and for all, before you embarrass yourself completly and bring your name and legacy down from where you sit today.
But fear not Hardkore World fans, because our next round opponents will not fall as easily. Yes, they will fall, eventually. But to underestimate them would be folly. Andrew Karnage and Adrian Tanner Jr are two of the finest wrestlers i have competed with, to meet them in the final would of been fitting, a shame for them there run must come to an end so soon, but as they say, there can only be one winner.
Looking past them to the next round, i see a showdown with either LSD or Bozzini. Either way, there is no stopping us now.
I'm the Suit!
Mad Dog Paul Soutter!
The Centre of Attention!
Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
Master of the Powerslam!
I got the Skill to Thrill!
Name to Entertain!
I'm loud and Proud baby!
And my partner is RATED X!
RATED FUCKING X!!!
We are the Extreme Express!
And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:15:40 GMT
The scene opens up at the Marquis Villas Spa ResortThe shot pans around the resort, then zooms into a glass window where we see the Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter, laying belly down with a towel over his back and another towel over his ass (yes, it takes two) getting a massage from a pretty blonde.Blonde : You sure are tight Mr Tanner. Soutter (answering to the name Tanner for some reason) : Took one hell of a kicking. Times like this i wish all the "wrestling is fake" talk were true. Blonde : I've been massaging wrestlers for years, anyone who believes that fake stuff needs there head read. Hmmm, she likes the wrestlers, if im going to be pretending to be Tanner, i may as well think to myself like he did as well. Maybe i have a chance with her, she sure was caressing the back of my legs nice and soft. But she thinks my name is Tanner, this can only lead to no good. Should i just front up and tell her the truth, end this terrible lie, ohhhh, the angst!Soutter : How about a little more work on the legs. Blonde : Sure, your the boss, whatever you like Mr Tanner. Soutter : Really, well, please dont be offended, but i have heard that sometimes these massages get finished with ... a .... happy ending? The Blonde stops whats she's doing, and looks at Soutter, her mind ticking over, what she is thinking we can not tell, neither can the Suit, he never was too good at reading women.Blonde : $150 Soutter smiles, no, he beams.Soutter : No problem, heck, make it 200, just add it as a tip to my bill. The shot then goes fuzzy over the Suits genitals, the blonde giving it a good thrashing.Blonde : Come on Mr Tanner, come on Mr Tanner. I sure wish she would stop calling me that!---- Scene switches to the courtyard, Soutter in a recliner, his feet up, face covered in some sort of make up, and some kind of sliced fruit over his eyes. The shot pans behind the suit, and sitting with her back to him, same make up and fruit on her eyes, is one Kim Cattrall. The backs of there chairs are practically back to back, but the Suit doesn't know, until he hears footsteps behind him and starts eve's dropping.Mans Voice : Here for your neck rub Ms Cattrall. Soutter sits up like the undertaker in his chair, the fruit over his eye's flying. He looks around and see's the worker placing a tray on a table beside her with oil and towels etc on it. Cattrall is still on her chair, back to the Suit and hasn't seen him.
Thoughts run through Soutter's head 100 miles an hour, and before really thinking them through, he jumps out of his chair, has a quick look around seeing no one else is around, he lunges at the worker, covering his mouth with one hand, and then locking on a sleeper hold with the other. The worker starts to fade, and Soutter quickly places him down on the chair he was using, placing the fruit over his eyes.
He then looks at Cattrall, drools a little in a disgusting kind of way, and grabs the bottle of oil, gently dripping it onto Cattrall's neck, and slowly rubbing it in.Kim Cattrall : Ahhh, that feels nice, what big strong hands you have. Soutter : Thanks mam, helps with the job. How have you been? Kim Cattrall : Not to good, got some whacko wrestler stalking me, thats why i've come down here for a few weeks, get away from it all. Soutter : Thats just terrible mam. Kim Cattrall : Your telling me. Its been going on for years, first trying to get a guest spot on my show, then constant phone calls and harassing. Soutter looks to be getting a little angry, now glaring down at her, this could get ugly soon.Soutter : Did you even give him a chance? Kim Cattrall : What are you, my hair dresser? Rub the shoulders and shut the mouth. Soutters hands move from the shoulders to spread around her neck, he is now snarling at the women below him who has him under her spell. He stretches his fingers around her throat, holding her life in his hands, then thinks better of it and pulls away from her.Soutter : I'll be back in just a moment. Soutter ducks off leaving Cattrall and the worker on the two chairs, the scene then switching to his room, Soutter now in his customary Hawaiian shirt pacing back and forth up and down the room.Soutter : Had her. Right there, in the palm of my hands. Ohhh, the touch of that soft skin, sure she hates my guts, for now, but she doesn't know the true Suit. I gotta watch it though, hanging around to many loons in the locker room. Had visions of going all Adam Haven on her for a second there and squeezing every last breathe from her body. Well, I'll save that for the ring. First Lonewolf and then Rated X. Lonewolf, Hang em High match, he took it to me last time, and prevailed, the better man, on the night. This time will be different. That West Coast Championship is coming back where it belongs. Sure Lonewolf is a dangerous man, but he is unstable, thats his weakness, he makes mistakes, daily. Whats the good of being dangerous when you have no self control. Discipline, like i showed out there with Cattrall, i wanted her, in every way. I wanted to rip every piece of clothing from her body and have my way with her, i wanted to taste her, i wanted to kill her. But i didnt. Thats what separates me from people like Lonewolf. I have self control. Suit is still pacing.Sure i can have a bit of fun, spend the week here as and at the expense of Tanner, why not, he's cashed up anyways. But there's a time for fun, and a time for business. Lonewolf's time is coming. Then it will be Rated X and myself. Thank god that tournement is over, i wonder what GCW would do if they were here now? Soutter looks around the roomGee, the skirtings here are tremendous, and the attention to detail with the decorations, divine. The intricate woodwork is a site to behold, and texture in the artwork just the right choice. Soutter snaps out of that quick fast.Choosing to team with X was the biggest mistake of my life. And him choosing to turn on me after our match, will be the biggest mistake of HIS! Scene fades.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:19:34 GMT
[Shot opens up on the ring crew putting the finishing touches on the barbed wire wrapped around the ring]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Coming up is the match I've been looking forward to all night. From 1997 to mid 99, Rated X ruled Hardkore World with an iron fist. He had an unbeaten streak that was made all the more amazing by the no-name that wound up defeating him.
Phil Blauer: "Scottish" Mark Fusion?
Guillermo O'Bannon: "Irish" Mike Powers. But since he lost that title in 1999, Rated X has only won the Hardkore America Television title and the CWF German Television title.
Phil Blauer: Germans have TVs?
Guillermo O'Bannon: They gotta have something to watch their piss porn on. When Kilroy Evans debuted in 2001, he picked up where Rated X left off, earning his name in death matches throughout UWA, IWA, SWAT and Ring Syndicate. Tonight, he enters his familiar barbed wire surroundings to take on his predecessor and someone he must defeat to claim the title the King of Extreme.
["Fame" by David Bowie hits and Soutter swaggers his way to he ring, with his Hardkore West Coast title belt slung over his shoulder. He removing his Hawaiian shirt along the way and tossing it into the crowd. He steps over the top ropes and pulls out the mic.]
Phil Blauer: What's the fat guy doing out here? You said it was supposed to be Rated X.
Guillermo O'Bannon: I'm as clueless as you are, Phil.
Phil Blauer: I highly doubt that.
Paul Soutter: "Time to liven this show up Palm Springs!"
Guillermo O'Bannon: Liven it up? We've had a MIR Match, a great submission match, a ladder match, and even the Hang em High Match that Soutter was in.
Phil Blauer: Yeah, but you've been calling them.
Paul Soutter: "Liven it up with the Powerslam Challenge!"
Phil Blauer: See, the man had a point to make. You can't have a pay-per-view without a powerslam.
Paul Soutter: "Later tonight, I will finally get my West Coast Championship back. But I need a little warm up, normally, you all know the drill, I set out an open challenge, one of the up and comers hoping to make a name for themselves come out here, and then the KGB waylay them. But as you can see, the KGB are sitting this one out. I stood aside from them in the Frank A Marano tourney, and now for this one, I am on my own. RATED X! Get your ass out here right now! I told you boy, that turning on me would be the biggest mistake of your career, and tonight it begins, think your up for the Powerslam challenge? Think you can one up the Suit?Think again."
["Start the Riot" by Atari Teenage Riot plays and Hardkore Hall leaps to their feet, cheering wildly. Rated X steps through the curtain with his dinged up bloody steel chair with a white "X" painted across the seat]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Rated X hears Soutter's challenge and looks like he's ready to tear into both him and Kilroy Evans tonight.
Phil Blauer: Wait, wait. Now it's a handicap match? I'm getting more confused than you when you're asked to please a woman!
Yolanda Ando: Rated X is wearing some black trunks, black boots and his signature black mask with a white X on it. His chest, arms, and back are covered in Yakuza style tattoos.
[Rated X stands on the rampway, aware of how this usually turns out]
Paul Soutter: "Well well. Here he is. Don't just stand there on the rampway all day, get down here and lets see what your really made of. Hardkore shit matches with barbed wire and chairs, big deal, any turkey can do that, but have you got what it takes to get up from the might of the POWERSLAM!"
[X pulls out a mic of his own and goes to speak, but Soutter cuts him off angrily]
Paul Soutter: "SHUT IT! Your not going to talk your way out of this one, you knew damn well what you were doing turning on me, now is the time to face the consequences. Now is time to face the BIG BAD BUSTLING BANDIT ... THE SUIT now its time to face the MASTER OF THE POWERSLAM!"
[From the back Shootfighter runs through the curtain and cracks Rated X with his steel singapore cane. A thudding blow, which drops X to his knees. James Fierce then runs out with him, and the two of them start pummelling into Rated X]
Guillermo O'Bannon: It was a trap! The KGB hammering Rated X out on the rampway!
Phil Blauer: Now I get it.
[Soutter bolts out of the ring and up the runway as Rated X starts to fight back, nailing Shootfighter with a low blow, and then snatching the steel cane from him and cracking James Fierce with it]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Rated X fighting his way out of the trap but Soutter then spears the hell out of Rated X!!
[Soutter then poses for the mostly booing fans, as James Fierce and The Shootfighter continue the assault on Rated X, now stomping away on him. Soutter joins them for a few stomps and then picks him up in a pumphandle onto the shoulder, before dropping him on the steel ramp with sit down viagra driver, Soutter Special]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter drops Rated X headfirst on that railing! The KGB sets up a table in the audience. Soutter then picks X up once more on his shoulder, he takes off running, and leaps off the entrance ramp, powerslamming him through a table on the floor!!!
[The audience lets out a collective "OH!!!" as Soutter liquifies the table!! Rated X is motionless, lying in the 14th row. James Fierce grabs Bill Kasal by the jacket and forces Kasal to begin introductions]
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:20:21 GMT
Scene opens on a sign reading ;
"Albuquerque Tricentennial Albuquerque is home to events and exhibits honouring our 300 years of art, history, and culture now through October 2006.
Shot then pans out to see The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter reading the sign. Suit is wearing one of his customary Hawaiian shirts over the top of a KGB t-shirt.
Soutter : 300 years huh, this place has nearly been around as long as Hardkore World, and Rated X for that matter.
X! Hide behind that American title all you like. You probably think while you have that, and i have this (Suit taps the West Coast Title, which was on his shoulder all along), that you are safe from me.
Not on your life pal!
Palm Springs was just a taste of what i have in store for you, how you were able to come back and defeat Kilroy Evans after the beating i gave you is both remarkable and embarrassing. Remarkable for you, shows exactly what everyone allready knows, that you are one tough turkey. Embarrassing for one Kilroy Evans, add it to the list, eh Kilroy?
Soutter turns to camera two.
Speaking of embarrassing and Kilroy, thats brings me to a little matter concerning my match. Thats you Robert Hunglestein the turd.
So, what happened, you rang em up crying in the middle of the night, (mocks Hungles voice) Please guys, let me come back to the Unstable, i didn't mean to leave you guys, Jonnie made me. Plus i had the World title to win.
Pathetic.
As is that hot potato of a title you carry around.
Which one? Both actually.
The Hardkore strap has been around so many waists these past six months, it must remind you of your wife.
And speaking of wives, you got the UWA world title as well. Well done.
Mock slow clap by Soutter
Well done indeed. Winning that belts like getting the Prom Queen. Six years, three kids and 60 pounds later.
But your not near as pathetic as your Unstable faggots, letting that piece of trash back into your fold shows exactly what you wet backs are all about.
The Unstable. The stable, thats not a stable. "We aren't even a stable. We are just friends. Sure, we interfere in each others matches, when the need arises and use each other to put the rest of the fed down, but we aren't a "real stable".
Ugh.
Where have i heard that shit before. Who's been teaching you fucks on how a stable should run anyways, Phoenix?
Now you want to look at a real stable, you come check out the KGB!
Kross Global Bandits.
We know exactly what a stable is about. We are a team, in every sense of the word. Fully focused on our goals. Why do you think i stood aside from them to team with Rated X?
I'll tell you. So we could then annihilate him!
Do you really think i would turn my back on my Bandit brothers, just for the sake of teaming with a "legend"?
Or to have a better chance of winning a gold belt?
Who do you think i am, Hunglejerk?
Soutter turns back to camera one.
No! We have a goal. An objective. Take out Rated X!
The biggest name in this place. A hall of famer. And what better way to make it happen, then getting close to him in the Frank A tourney. That was step one. Step two, get Jonnie to sign the fucking match allready.
Step three. Total and utter destruction.
Now as West Coast Champion, i have duties. Duties that while they keep me away from you X, for now, i fully intend to uphold.
It means a lot to me getting this belt back. Not once did i cry or bitch at losing it. Nor did i try and undermine it, saying i was moving onto bigger and better things now and was better off without it.
Hell no. This is MY belt.
You hear that Champion?
MINE!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandits!
My West Coast Heavyweight Championship.
Lonewolf defeated me for it, he was the better man on that night, i took it on the chin, carried Rated X through most of the Marano Tourney, then i got it back off him.
Wont happen again.
You are in for a rude awakening boy. You probably sit back there thinking, this Hardkore World stuff is a breeze. Anyone can do this.
Boy have i got news for you. First, I'm going to show you exactly what a "Champion" is. Its a name you work for, and earn. Sure as hell not a name you give yourself.
Consider this your initiation into the fed, boy.
I'm gonna show you what Hardkore World is all about. You will bleed, and you will scream. You will sit in the back after the match asking yourself what have you gotten into, and you will contemplate whether you should stick around, or pack it in.
Stick around, and the beatings wont stop with me. We got a whole roster full of people who would love to rip a guy like you apart.
And while you are sitting backstage thinking over your future after our match, or should i say laying. You will know one thing. You will know who the real Champion is.
The West Coast Heavyweight Champion!
The Centre of Attention!
The Master of the Powerslam!
The Suit!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
Mad Dog Paul Soutter!
I got the Skill to Thrill!
The Name to Entertain!
I'm Loud and Proud baby!
And i like it like that!
Fade.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:22:35 GMT
Joint James Fierce / Paul Soutter KGB Promo. The scene opens to Captain, New Mexico, home of the annual Smokey the Bear festival at Smokey Bear historical Park.
We see a gathering around a platform, where we eventually see the KGB, Mad Dog Paul Soutter (with a Hawaiian shirt and KGB t-shirt underneath) and James Fierce( whose smoking a giant cigar).Soutter : Nice place James, if we're lucky, we may find some poor Swedish girl lost up in the middle of nowhere, who we can .... save. James Fierce : The Great Leader is full of wisdom. I'm glad you've joined me in the truthful words of the Great Leader. Soutter rolls his eyes, in a "here we go again" type way. Then goes back to imaging the poor lost Swedish lass.James takes another puff on his Cuban cigar.James Fierce: It is our duty, nah responsibility, to convert these pitiful minions. Boy! Soutter thinks, imagine reading through all that crap, just so you can quote it and expose it for the tripe it is, James really is a very dedicated man.
James looks over to Suit, having the ability to read minds thanks to the Great Leader's teachings, realises that he knows that Suit may be onto him, but he'll never let him know, alas that would be blasphemous.
Suit looks at James, thinking if we really wanted, we could have an entire Jedi like promo, when Smokey Bear approaches them with a greeting.Smokey the Bear : Only you can prevent forest fires. Soutter : Hey Yogi! Smokey the Bear : I'm not Yogi my large friend, he lives at Jellystone park, this is Smokey Bear Historic Park. Soutter : One Bears the same as another, hey James? James Fierce : I have to agree. The Great Leader tells us that, " If he were to run away now, all he would do is regress to what he used to be and urinate on everything that he values." Smokey : No pissing on the tree's either guys, we got Heritage listing you know! James Fierce : But how are we to put out forest fires? James puffs on his cigar waiting for a response.Smokey the Bear: You should always have a water supply near your camp ground... James Fierce : and always put out lit cigars and cigarettes Soutter : Say Smokey, any hot stranded Swedish girls up in the hills? Smokey : (chuckles) Sorry, no such luck there big fella, but speaking of pretty girls, we did have a pretty big star up here last week. Soutter : Really, who? Smokey : (wait for it, you know its coming) .... Kim Cattrall! Soutter stares at Smokey in disbelief.James Fierce : Here we go... Suit then grabs him by the Bear costume with both hands lifting the Bear up off the groundSoutter : Dont play with me Smokey! Where is she now? Smokey : Ummm .... Soutter : DEATAILS! Details Smokey! Give me details, or your Bear days are OVER! James shakes his head, he knows this isn't going to turn out good as he Puffs on his cigarSmokey : I dont know, she left, yesterday. Soutter puts Smokey down.Soutter : Damn (Maxwell Smart impersonation) Missed her by that much! .... Sorry about that Smokey. James Fierce: Maybe next time Suit... Soutter : One day James, one day, she will be MINE! James Fierce : Why don't you just buy you a couple of look-a-likes. Worked for me. Soutter : Been there. Took one to the drive, fucked the guts out of her, was nice, but not the same. James Fierce: Ah, I see. They have corrective surgeries for stuff like that. Soutter : Kind of like our matches this week. We get to beat up on "wanna-be" wrestlers. Which is fun, dont get me wrong, but not really the same thing as getting in there with a Rated X or an Andrew Karnage, now is it. James Fierce : I have a match? Geez. They need to tell me these things. James Fierce : I thought I was here to just sign autographs and convert those to the teachings of the Great leader. James smacks his forehead...James Fierce: The Kincaid...no that isn't it...the Kinders?...no The Kindred, that's it. Who are they? Soutter : Ruppy alters more then likely, the kid just dont learn. I mean he listens, but doesn't hear. We tell him he has too many guys, he agree's, pulls one out, then puts another 5 in. James Fierce : What is this Ruppy? And how does he alter? Sounds kinda scary. Soutter : Scary he is not. You and Shootfighter will destroy them turkeys. As i will this Ryan Champion. James Fierce : Ah, that's always good to know, damnit, on last draw left... James takes in a long draw of the cigar, a loud rumbling sound is heard, its Soutter's stomach, he is hungry, for a change.James Fierce: and alway put out lit cigars and cigarettess. Soutter : Boy, (pats his paunch) I'm so hungry i could eat a Bear. Smokey: I heard that. Suit looks Smokey up and down, and he back pedals a little nervously.Smokey : Uh, uh... be sure to put out that cigar properly.... James smiles...James Fierce : Hey Suit... you want some flamed bear? Soutter's belly rumbles again, even louder.James Fierce : I guess that's a yes... James drops the lit cigar as Smokey rushes to stomp it out ... as James and Suit turn there backs heading to the car.James Fierce : Come on Suit, i saw a nice little all you can eat up the road you can put out of business. Soutter : I like it like that! Scene ends with Suit and James walking oblivious from an inferno.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:23:45 GMT
Scene opens up with The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter, standing in front of a Hardkore World banner. He is wearing a Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a KGB t-shirt.
The Unlucky One 13. No. The Unlucky One is me, being lined up against trash like you!
Kid, you got a lot to learn, and it appears you are trying to learn, but from all the wrong people. You want to base your career around someone, look no further then the Big Bad Bustling Bandit! I have done and seen it all, and then some.
But for god sakes, please.
Just stop with this poor mans Platinum Pat routine allready.
One of him was bad enough.
Did you not see what i just did to Ryan Champion? I took everything that turkey could dish out, which was a fair bit to be quite honest, then BOOM! Soutter Special! 123 Count!
You think that this title opportunity is a prize? A reward?
Suit holds the West Coast Championship up to the camera.
Well, your right, it is. For me though, not for you! This match is my reward.
This is Jonnie saying, here you go Suit, i know the kids not in your league, do what you will with him, i dont care. Just for gods sake, keep the belt intact, its the only one of any credibility left in the company at the moment. The World title is a hot potato that i just cant find a home for.
Hellloooo!!! The best talent is right here under your coked up nose, stop toying around with these failures allready and wake up and smell the coffee!
The American belt, well, he doesn't want to face you Paul. The Lightweight and Japanese belts, heck, i cant even tell them apart anymore.
Soutter places the belt back on his shoulder.
Neither can I Jonnie! Neither can I!
Shot switches to camera 2.
Hungleturd, you want a tissue? I knew you were a lot of things, but a soft cock? You actually come across like you want our pity. Poor old Robbie, never knew what he had until it was gone. Give me a break. The only reason you want the belt back from Syb, is because you dont have it any more. Its got nothing to do with X's little pep talk. Karnage say's the reason you make a shit champion, is that you like the chase more, that once you reach the top, you no longer have the drive to stay there. Others say the reason you make a shit champion, is that your to pig headed to follow direction and make some real money. Myself, i think you make a shit champion because simply put, your a failure. But one thing everyone can agree on, and thats that YOU MAKE A SHIT CHAMPION!
13. Best you can do pal, going into this match is the hope of walking out alive. If you can make it out of the ring, of your own accord after our match, then you will have done yourself proud. I dont know who you have faced before, I dont need to, this is without a shadow of a doubt, the toughest challenge you will ever face in the squared circle.
No one hits like me. NO ONE!
I'm the Hardkore West Coast Champion!
The Centre of Attention!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
Master of the Powerslam!
Mad Dog Paul Soutter!
I got the Skill to Thrill!
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 23:24:30 GMT
Love You?? Love You? Hate your stinking guts is more like it! We see The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. His is standing in front of a Hardkore World Banner, Hawaiian shirt on over the top of KGB t-shirt, West Coast Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. Didn't take you long to reply to that one, did it? You see, when you are stuck against worthless hacks like 13, you need some sort of motivation to get moving, and its always fun ripping into the crap you put out. Here's the thing. I'm sitting around thinking what on earth can motivate me to crush 13 like a bug, then it comes to me. Hungleturd. He lost the belt ..... again. Its always a hoot to have fun at your expense. Yo X Man!!! Karnage never told me that stuff over instant messenger, he mentioned it a promo! I don't go for all that knife and daggers messenger bullshit. I just bust my ass, week after week. Month after month. Year after year. My time's coming. Sooner then some may think, with the revelation that its going to be Syberus and The Suit locking horns in Ireland. Lets hope my cracks at Hungledick and his responses dont get him over the line, but at the same time. Lets not stop them either. Want to know why you lost the belt? Why you make a SHIT champion? Your lazy. You half assed it, plain and simple. No way should Syberus be World Champion, Jonnie must look back at the last 6 to 8 months and feel like crying. Its depressing, and truth be told, embarrassing. Shows you what a great champion Cobryn was, he lead the way for all you lame fucks. He goes, and that belt just cant seem to find a home, keep it warm for me Syb. Drop it to Hung before i can take it from you in Ireland, and the beating i give you will border on homicide. And while we're talking about great and SHIT champions ........ HUNGLESTEIN MAKES A SHIT CHAMPION! You couldn't get the job done, could you? Worthless, no talent, most over hyped, over pushed, over rated piece of crap I've ever seen! You do MAKE A SHIT CHAMPION, you know that, don't you? And you know what, I'm just going to keep repeating it, over and over and over and over again. Until it sticks. HUNGLESTEIN MAKES A SHIT CHAMPION!!!! HUNGLESTEIN MAKES A SHIT CHAMPION~!!!! HUNGLESTEIN MAKES A SHIT CHAMPION~~!~!!!! He cant cut it! You know what you are Hung, your like one of them mountain climbers, goes all the way up Everest, then gets lost on the fucking way down. Clueless! Fuck you! Ha! 13! Run Boy! Run for your Fucking life! I'm one show away from winning the World title, you will make a nice little tune up match. Think you may get lucky and catch the West Coast title before i grab the World? Think again, once i win the World, this baby (Suit pats the belt) will go to James or Shootfighter. Whichever of the two wants it. And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:25:05 GMT
We see The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter backstage at Phoenix. Hardkore World banner behind him. He's wearing a customary Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a KGB t-shirt.
Well Done Syberus. Well done indeed.
Slow mock clap.
You managed to grasp onto the World Title ... for two more months at least.
Then, when your record as champ comes up, you can at least say you held the belt for THREE whole months. Even though in reality them three months will be, "not defeating" Hunglejerk.
Hiding in a 6 man hype for Ireland match.
And then of course, dropping the belt to The Suit!
Fuck man, even the GIRLS around here are calling you out.
Thats what sort of champion you are Syb! The Women in the back there, they think they can take you out.
And what sort of man decides to single out a women for ... HAVING A GREAT RACK!
Suit starts mocking Syb, reaching out of shot and pulling in a can of Victoria Bitter beer. Suit dont drink no Vanilla Coke shit, not even to get a mocking point across.
(Mocking Syb) Ho ho ho, I'm the champ now. How can i get my face on tv ... i know ... I'll make fun of girls with big boobs.
Suit throws the can of beer out of shot.
Nice one champ. No one likes them girls with the nice racks now, do they?
Suit turns to camera two.
What do ... Syberus, Robert Hunglestein, Andrew Sinclair and .... the mighty Cobryn all have in common?
Well, apart from juggling that World Championship around like the bunch of clowns they are, they all also have the reliability of The Ultimate Warrior.
These guys, who knows if they'll turn up week to week. They've made so many retirements, and come backs, and no shows, but Jonnie continues to shove them down your throats.
Come on Jonnie, the fans know better. So do you.
Seriously. Syberus?
World Heavyweight Champion and face of this company? What a fucken joke that is.
The guys a dud man. Plain and simple dud.
Problem for you was, he was against an even bigger dud in Hungle. So you had to take the lesser of two .... duds. I know it, and i feel for you man. Don't worry, uncle Paulie is here now to make everything all better.
Suit turns to camera 1 again.
HUNGLE!
Want to know why you lost to Syb?
Why you dropped the belt to a hack like him in the first place?
Let me help you out ... because ... YOU MAKE A SHIT FUCKEN CHAMPION!
Blaming god now? Please.
Want to blame someone, blame yourself.
You half assed it you lazy fucker and you think thats all going to be forgotten, just because "you want it more now".
Piss off.
Back to camera 2.
Now we go to San Diego. Where i am teamed up with Gojira, and Platinum Pat.
Now, i know how this match came around, us three are meeting them three in Ireland, i can dig that.
And the 6 man tag titles, thats something me and the Bandits have had our eye on for a while.
But thats me and the Bandits.
The KGB. So, Pat, Goji. Your on your own in this one.
Yeah, I'll be coming to the ring, but not to help you turkeys win a match.
Don't get me wrong, i got no beef with either of you, and once i win the World Belt in Ireland, i will be happy to give either of you a shot. Well, not you Goji, your worse with the no shows and come backs then the hacks Jonnie likes to call his Main Event World Title guys.
And now that i think of it ... as good as your doing lately Patty boy, you still have a long way to go, but maybe one day we will meet up.
But not in the near future. Ohh no. I'm calling my shot right here for you all to hear.
This match, I'm coming for you Syberus. Right for you!
What's Syberus doing with a 6 man tag belt anyway? I dont remember him winning them belts. Must of joined the Unstable and i missed it. You faggots are sharing them belts around like the Spirit Squad huh?
Thats what Cobryn was talking about in his return Karnage. Grow some balls man. Bringing the weakest Champion this fed has ever had into your stable?
Suit shakes his head in a condescending way.
No, no, no. You should be dropping that dud on his head like we all know you can, and ripping that belt from his prone, huddled up body.
And until you realize that, you will be stuck in the tag ranks.
Speaking of Cobryn, check this out X man.
Am i supposed to take you putting me on your "begat" list in Hungle's place like its some sort of honour?
Here how that shit works.
You never "Begat" any fucken one.
Jonnie Begat Cyrus and Rally ... and probably you as well.
The rest of us ... we never even heard of you ... but i guess you could say Jonnie "Begat" us as well ... even though Cobryn knows deep down that is was me who really "Begat" him.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:25:48 GMT
Pump Handle slam?
Its a sit down Viagra Driver!
Mother Fucker, i just hoist you up with the pump handle.
Dont worry though, you'll be experiencing it first hand real close.
Soutter Special ... 1 2 3!
We fade into Soutter ranting in front of a Hardkore World Banner. He is wearing a Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a KGB t-shirt.
And what the fuck has Big Stan and SWAT got to do with me kicking your ass!
Nothing!
I fought for over a year to get rid of Stan and the rest of his Legion X crones in SWAT. The guy was a hack, plain and simple. Still, for all of your "crushing of him whenever you locked horns" ... you never were able to take his belt ... were you?
Because you dont cut it!
Never have, and never will.
Sure, you lucked into the Hardkore Title, don't think too highly of yourself, whoever was booked up against Hung in that match was going to take the gold home.
You really crack me up.
Your saying, because Stan was champ at SWAT, you can defeat me ... and take my lunch money?
You? ... Take my lunch money?
You go to far!
I'll ring your scrawny neck!
Get this straight!
I am a wrestler!
First and foremost.
The number ONE wrestler in this business today!
So ... my champion dropped the ball ... you think that means i will when i get you in the ring?
By that way of thinking, Jonnie couldn't last 2 minutes in the ring with half the workers going around ... if you take his past champions records and efforts into consideration.
And ... for the record ... worm ... Adrian Tanner ... thats who "Begat" you.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:26:39 GMT
Lets get one thing straight. You never "won" the title. Hungle lost it. Scene opens with The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter, standing in front of a Lego village at Lego land like some sort of giant. If he were with his tag partner for this match, he could say like Godzilla rather then giant. But that partner isn't here. Where is he, who knows, and who cares. Suit doesn't. He has allready stated that "when" he wins the 6 man belts it will be with his KGB brothers and not Gojira and Pretty Boy Pat. Of course, Suit is wearing one of his many Hawaiian shirts over the top of a KGB t-shirt.Thats right Sybo. You never "won" that belt. You were just the lucky sap who happened to be booked up against Robby when he dropped the ball. Soutter pulls out a handful of tissues from his short pockets, some look to be used ... eww.Here you go. (motions tissue to camera) Have a cry. You never got a World Title shot in SWAT. Boo fucking who. You never deserved one. You can come up with all the "tournaments" you like. Suit grabs his phone, pretending to talk to someone on the other end.Hey guys. Big news. Syberus is back from his "vacation". He wants to be world champion. Yeah, its great. He has this cant lose idea, of ... wait for it. A tournament. Yeah, wants us to drop everything. Roll with him as champ. No, no. He's not "gone" anymore, he's "back.". Yeah, i know he was "back" and then disappeared "again", but now he's "back" ... again. Soutter shakes his head and puts the phone in the top pocket of his Hawaiian Shirt.You selfish TWAT! You never got it! And you never will! Its not about YOU! Its about the FED! The fed makes money, everyone makes money. You don't care about the fed. Only yourself. Always have, and always will. Yourself and how many titles you can get. You need them titles. You think they make you a champion. Wrong turkey. Titles dont make Champions. Champions make titles. You need that title. That title needs me! You keep shinning that belt. Cherish every moment you have with it. The rest of the Unstable obviously don't have any ambitions to carry that belt. You asked me if i watch the shows. Sure i watch. I was passing by a monitor in the back when i looked up and saw them booting Hungle to curve. I just assumed it was them dumping the dead weight, and that you were just the lucky goof in the ring at the time. Then we learn that you are actually a fully fledged member, wow, i can see the headlines now. SYBERUS JOINS UNSTABLE!!! Hold it ... thats allready happened ... there were no headlines. Nobody gave a shit. We could care less who holds hands in the Unstable. You keep shinning that belt. Keep mocking them silly girls with the big knockers while your at it. I'm sure every 13 year old under developed surf board flat as a tack teenage girl in the land (sorry Tammy) has your picture on there wall. You keep "tricking them murder confessions" out of coca cola executives while your at it. Great stuff that was. Suit rolls his eyes as the scene fades.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:27:26 GMT
A worm like you doesn't dictate shit to a Man like me! Fade into the Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter, sitting in a classroom in one of them school chairs.How he has squeezed his 400 plus pounds into the chair is a mystery, but he doesn't look to comfortable. And he is pumping one arm into the air, like a little kid who knows the answer to the final question.Soutter : Jonnie, Jonnie! Look at me! I have done 5 promo's as well! No, wait. Only four, but who's counting? Apart from Syb. Soutter stands up, the chair moving with him, it seems it could be permanently attached .... no ... wait ... a crunching forearm from Soutter smashes it to smithereens. He brushes himself off and then moves to the front of the class room. A projector ohh so conveniently set up.Soutter : Five promo's is it Syb? Five promo's and you've said what? That I'm fat? And your a "technical wizard"? Ohhh, and lets not forget that gem where you "tricked the murder confession" out of the coca cola executive. Soutter picks up a riding crop and SWAT's the blackboard hard with it.Soutter : PATHETIC! Why did Soutter SWAT the board there, because it makes a loud noise for emphasis on Syb being Pathetic. Maybe. Or maybe he just wanted to get the SWAT reference in there. Maybe he just likes riding crops and wonders if there are any desperate divorced school teachers in the teachers room he can SWAT with it.Soutter : So. Your taking a break are you Syby? Somehow i dont think so. But lets wait and see shall we. First of all. Like i said ... a worm like you doesn't dictate shit to a man like me! This West Coast Heavyweight Championship. Soutter SWAT's the desk beside the belt with the riding crop.This here belt. Its staying in the KGB after i take yours. Thats right. I have decided i will give it to either James of Shootfighter, whoever wants it. So, bad luck there for you, but no second prizes coming up in our match. You wont be getting your grubby paws on this title when i take yours. Platinum Pat. It seems teaming with me has rubbed off some my boy, good to see. You hit the nail right on the head. That story of yours intrigued me. The one about him being the coward ... after he just labelled me as one. Worm. I may be a lot of things. But a coward sure as hell aint one of them. Now. This projector, its here for a reason. You seem to be basing a lot of your reasoning on beating me being that i am fat. Lets look past the fact that we have been in the ring before and i crushed you like a bug, despite this hefty bulk i lug around, and lets stay with the point at hand. Dont worry, i am sure we will come back to how i beat you for the West Coast title many many times over the next month. So ... onto part one of the lesson. Fat ... or as we like to be referred to ... larger wrestlers. The tradition of wrestling is steeped in great big men. Some of the greatest in the history of our sport. Lets take a look at a few. Andre the Giant. A true legend of the mat. He could defeat ten of you. Maybe twenty. How about Big Van Vader! This is the guy you picture when you think of a wrestling monster. Pure Power. Devastating. The American Dream, Dusty Rhodes ... if you will. Here's a man who could walk the walk and talk the talk. The most charismatic big man to enter the squared circle. Abdullah The Butcher! What a crazy SOB this guy was. Freak'n lunatic mad man. I loved every second watching him. What about King Kong Bundy! Who will ever forget the build up to his Wrestlemania Main Event with the Hulkster! Want me to show you more. I could do this all day. What about Bam Bam Bigelow! The Big Boss Man! Yokozuna and the Earthquake! Just some of the great big men of our sport. Suit switches off the projector and we switch to camera two.Now ... onto lesson two. We are two very different people you and I Syb. I thought we may just go over a few of these difference. I like to drink beer, and scotch. You like Vanilla coke, or is it zero now? Not that i really care. I like The Doors. You ... (Suit chuckles) The Goo Goo Dolls. Me, i like big fucken tits! You_dont. You like to twist someone's arm with that "technical prowess". Me ... I'll cave your skull while beating the living snot out of you! I speak from the heart. I say what i think, and i mean what i say. You ... your a phony. Fake as you can get. You sit there, and you say what you think others want you to say. You say what you think others "would" say. You act so casual and aloof. Like you dont have a care in the world, but we all know better. I can just picture you running around in the middle of the night, fretting over this or that. You got no soul man. No spine! YOU GOT NO BALLS! What did you say about Adam Haven? You mock him because you have seen others do the same. You are just as big a fan of his as anyone, yet you still will mock him, because you think others would ... no wait ... because you have seen others do the same. Shit! You even tried to take his name! Your full of it worm! San Diego it begins. Ireland .. it finishes .... with me as the new HARDKORE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP! And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:28:19 GMT
I despise you ... no wait ... i can't say that ... i better go back and edit it ... but i do despise him ... but others may not like me saying it .. i am after all a gutless chicken shit fake coward ... yeah ... I'll edit it.
Fade into a hospital, the waiting room, not the first waiting room, the second one. The one when they call your name and you think you are through, only to be seated in a second waiting room. Seems someone didn't tell the doc you were up. In this room we see The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. He is wearing one of his customary Hawaiian shirts over the top of a KGB t-shirt and has his leg stretched out due to his injured leg, following the "miraculous recovery" of Syberus and copy cat back stage attack.
Soutter : (under his breathe) I thought the getting up and dusting himself off was something, but that takes the cake.
(Now to the camera) Get this Worm!
You attacked me, and look, i am hurt.
Shot of Suit's swollen knee, or is that something else hanging down them tack suit pants swelling around there?
Sure, i am confident by the time we hit Belfast that i will be match ready. 100%, maybe not. I am fairly confident i could take you at 50% though. Right here and now, maybe not, not after the "devastating number you did on my knee" ... that really was something ... the way you were able to come back at me ... after i had just beaten the living snot out of you ... truly remarkable.
Suit rolls his eye's
Kind of like a tool running around the whole show with a broken leg like it was a splinter in his knee for all the trouble it caused him.
Suit rolls his eye's again.
Syberus ... you are a boy ... facing a man.
Your best bet now ... would be to disappear. Just totally no show. Then ... at least somewhere in the back of that pea brain of yours ... you will be able to convince yourself ... "only if i tried" ... sure you wont believe it ... but maybe ... just maybe ... if you tell yourself over and over and over again ... that if you really tried ... you could of taken me.
Suit turns to camera two.
I hope you enjoyed retaining them 6 man belts worm. The one's you had nothing to do with winning. Relish it punk, its the closest you will ever get to beating The Big Bad Bustling Bandit. And on that match. Sorry Pat!
Sorry i walked out and left you high and dry.
But, you see. I have a world title match coming up this month, and i couldn't possibly risk getting hurt out there. Sure i would of loved to beat that worm all around the arena, but i thought of it like i was on a hot date with a hot chick, and that yeah, i could nail her there and then, or i could wait. You know how it goes. Anticipation only makes it that much better.
So, i walked. Then i waylaid him, that was like a good night kiss. Just enough to get almost my frills, but not enough to satisfy me. How was i to know it would have no effect on the super strength of the GREAT Syberus. .... Ahhh shit, who am i trying to kid.
Here's the facts Pat. The Sweet Mouth and Turd wanted to hold hands in the ring. Sure we were building a world title program ... but hey ... these cats are "legends~!!~!!!!". I had to take a walk, vacate the ring ... so that some one else could beat on my upcoming opponent.
I know, it doesn't make much sense.
But this is Hardkore World.
A place where its more important who is hold hands with who this month. Its all we got man. Apart from the weapons and crazy ass matches.
But all thats about to change.
When i become world champion. We are going in a new direction. We will have such things as "feuds". Not just your everyday, we have been slotted against each other three times before and must really hate each other feuds. Not the, i was holding your hand last month and now your holding his hand this month feuds.
But stuff with real meaning! Stuff where you think ... wow ... these guys are going to kill each other. Blood Freaken Feuds.
And the hand holding will stop!
Back to camera one.
How many times did you want to appear on that show Sweet Mouth? 46?
We get it man, your back.
Slow clap
Good to hear. I for one am pleased to see you, and i suggest we just pass off this flooding as over exuberance, a kid who found his old baseball glove and went out for a catch. Thats what you were this month. Will you keep playing with it, or toss it back in the closet, thats the question.
And i see you have a new lackey. The guy who kids point to on the street, and say to each other ... "he used to be Robert Hunglestein" Tell me this Hungle. when you look in the mirror, who is it you see?
The man who's career is hitting a downward spiral the likes Britney Spears would have nightmares about, or the man who, in a desperate grasp at glory and the spotlight, has lowered himself to walk behind Cobryn. What, you think you don't walk behind him, that you are equals? You think he thinks the same way?
Desperate. Thats what you are. Shit, i used to obsess about getting revenge on you, it consumed my thoughts, now, what's the point. A win over you just doesn't seem to mean as much anymore.
No. I'll consume my thoughts now with what really matters.
Becoming Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion.
And i like it like that!
Fade.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:29:01 GMT
Sapping the enthusiasm? Someone is sapping the enthusiasm out of the GREAT~!!! Syberus. Never thought i would see the day. Then again, never thought i would see the day when a worm like him was Heavyweight Champion of Hardkore World either. Scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter in the middle of the Cave Hill courtyard, Belfast Ireland. He is wearing one of his customary Hawaiian Shirts over the top of a KGB T-shirt. West Coast Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.Soutter : Money fights? Bickering with the Sweet Mouth over who can get the face on tv the most? Bullying girls with big tits? Spamming the shit out the shows appearing every other 15 minutes? Speaking like cretin who just crawled out of the gutter? ... Well, even more of a cretin, if thats possible. You think this it what being World Champion is about? You have no idea. No_fucking_idea. You want to know what irks me ... what really gets under my skin? The fact that finally i am going to become the Hardkore World Champion, and i have to win it from a worm like you. Talk about a hollow victory. Suit pauses, looking around the court yard.www.worldfromtheweb.com/Parks/Ireland/s50269_39.jpgBut I'll take it! Then I'll bust my ass getting that Hardkore World Title back up to where it belongs. I used to think you were good Syb. Not the best, no, but good none the less. The top ..... of the bottom. Occasionally, hovering up to the bottom, of the top. Now, i watch you, and all i can do is cringe. God damn. You are the most annoying twat i have ever seen in my life. Just awful. God fucking awful. Want to know why its a stretcher match? Because_you_suck! Hardkore World towers want the belt off you. A.S.A freaking P! Look to see Hardkore World featuring on Wrestle crap in the coming months. The three month title reign of the GREAT Syberus. A token defense against the turd who lost the belt in the first place, in which the worm couldn't even beat him. Then a 6 man tag match. Ugh. Reign of Terror is right. Fucking terrible reign! With each day that goes by, i cant wait to wrap these hands around that scrawny neck of yours, and squeeze the breathe from it! I am the Centre of Attention! The Big Bad Bustling Bandit! The Suit! Mad Dog Paul Soutter! Master of the Powerslam! I got the skill to thrill! The name to entertain! I am the number ONE man in this business today. Number fucking ONE! You name it, i can do it! In this world, we all have things we are good at, well most. Some things that we are very good at. A very small percentage have things they are great at. Some tossa's think they are great, and even label themselves as such. Suit rolls his eye's.Then, there is the one person, who is the best. The one who is better at what they do then anyone else in the worlds. ANYONE. Michael Jordan. Tiger Woods. Neil Diamond. And Master of the Powerslam ... Paul FUCKING Soutter!!! I'm loud and proud baby! And soon to be Hardkore World Champion! And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:29:57 GMT
Worst thing about beating Syb for the World belt .... having to sit through his promo after promo after promo after promo. Ugh. Scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. Yes, of course he is wearing one of his Hawaiian shirts and KGB T-Shirt. He is sitting on the Belfast Harbour, legs dangling over the edge, speaking into the camera, which must be shooting him from the water.I thought Hung was desperate, joint promo's with LuJo? Think he'll save you do you? Think again. Your pretty damn sure of yourself, aren't you worm? What sort of fantasy world do you live in? Out of my depth? Out of my league? With you? Your fucking delusional. Funny thing is, you really believe that shit Sit here and list all the shit you think you are going to do till the cows come home. Wanting to do something, and actually accomplishing it, are two very different things. Your over confidence makes me sick. Obliterated? Fuck you! Forget about Hung and the Sweet Mouth, you wont be seeing them for a long time, not unless they happen to be in the fed you run off to after i kick your scrawny ass. Forget about Jones and X, they wont be there either. And_you_will_leave. It may not be straight after, maybe two months you'll try and suck it up. Hoping for a rematch, so i can beat you all over again. Three tops. Then your tail is out of here. Its just who you are. You've never stuck at anything in your life. Never will. Things get hard, you go walkabout. Hows it going to look man, when i defeat you. After all the talk about how easy this match will be for you. Your going to look like a complete and utter fool, even more so then usual. Sure, you will make some excuse about the stretcher stip favouring me and "how you got screwed". But thats all it will be, just another excuse. Deep down, you will know, that i beat you. And then you can look in the mirror and see yourself what you truly are. Trust me, its not some technical wrestling mastermind. Nor will it be the Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion. Production truck? Perhaps you want to make my voice sound funny while your in there. And where were the close up shots of Yuku's knockers? He said, she said. Thats what this is becoming now. Hint ... I'm the he, your the she. Suit winks.The she who now has to live up to what he has said. We'll see what your really made of soon enough. And i like it like that.
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