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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:30:41 GMT
To call yourself a "Mad Bastard". You have to, you know, actually be one. "Annoying_Cunt" would better fit you worm.
Scene opens up to Harland and Wolff shipyard in Belfast. We see the Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing out front, wearing his Hawaiian shirt and KGB t-shirt. West Coast Championship on his shoulder.
What a fitting place. The place where they built the titanic. Why fitting? What can that possibly have to do with Hardkore World you ask yourself? Let me see. The makers of this ship, they thought they had achieved perfection. That this "Titanic" would conquer the world. Kind of reminds me of our World Champion (Soutter starts to choke) .. Syberus.
Ugh.
Every time i say that it leaves a foul taste in my mouth.
Well, the titanic went down the tubes, crashed and burned. Sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Just another ship really. Much like Syb. Your "run" as champ, is about to take a nose dive. Right to the bottom of whichever fed it is you run off to after leaving with your tail between your legs.
Because thats_what_you_do.
Courtesy of the Big Bad Bustling Bandit. Master of the Powerslam. Next_World_Heavyweight_Champion.
I said it before, and I'll say it again. That belt needs me Syb. You_need_it.
You want to know what your problem is man. Well, one of. You have no flow. No rhythm. Your forced man. Thats how we can all tell your a fake. You don't speak from the heart, you just_speak. No passion.
And you think if you just_keep_speaking, that it will do it. No. Its not how much you say. Its what you say.
And, its not how you say it, but who says it.
Less is more. Do you really think even Jonnie watches all of your stuff? You will be remembered here though. Just like, whenever the champ half asses it and costs himself the belt, that will be forever known as "The Hunglow". Now, when there is a guy, who floods the scene with a reply every time his name is mentioned, its will be forever known as "doing a Syb".
Your the champ dipshit!
Soutter starts choking and coughing again, then spits onto the floor.
Ugh. As the champ, people will say your name. Do you really think if you weren't champ, that they would give a flying fuck about you? We will find out, wont we.
Syberus voice imitation : “RIGHT BOYS!!! Let’s go an’ get fuckin’ wankered!”
Whats that? You going off for some joy boy circle wank off? A game of Sproggy biscuit perhaps?
You know who you are worm? Your the guy that used to get pinned down in the showers while Rated X turkey slaps you about for shits and giggles.
You outwrestle people with such laughable simplicity that they wonder ‘ow the fuck they made it into the main event of Hardkore World in the first place? Thats what you do is it? Bullshit! You've only been in two main events. One, Hungle dropped the ball and you won_by_default. Second time around you couldn't even win. Yeah, you really tear up the main event.
You are an embarrassment. To the fed, to the belt, and to yourself.
Fade.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:31:30 GMT
joint kgb promo with James Fierce Earlier this evening ... before the show. Scene opens up to a Japanese Restaurant in Belfast. Sitting at the table are James Fierce, the mute bombshells, and the Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. Soutter is wearing one of his customary Hawaiian shirts over the top of a KGB t-shirt, Fierce looks very dapper in a smart business suit, and the mutes, Lucy & Lacy are in a pair of matching strapless blouses, showing that tease of cleavage and that so seductive bare skin shoulder.
Fierce and the mutes are chowing into the Japanese food with there chop sticks, Soutter on the other hand is really struggling with them, they are more like twigs in his fat fingers,and he is getting more on the table, floor and himself then in his mouth. A situation he doesn't seem to be enjoying one bit. Suit looks around the room, them casually reaches inside his Hawaiian shirt, pulling a knife and fork out of his secret pocket he has in there.Lucy & Lacy : ... James Fierce : Come on, does it really surprise you that he carries a knife and fork around with him everywhere he goes? Lucy & Lacy : ... Soutter : Be prepared. Thats what they taught me back in the scouts. Plus, never bunk up with the scout leader. James Fierce : Ha! I tell you Suit, we are going to clean sweep this baby tonight! First i take care of Karnage, then you bring the World belt back to the KGB. Soutter : Back where it belongs. Soutter now with his handy tools is whipping through the Japanese food.These Chinese fans of yours sure put on a good spread James. Lucy & Lacy : ... James Fierce: You know I prefer their buffets though. Soutter : Mmmmm ... buffets. One of my favourite things in the world. (finishing off his plate and eyeing off one of the mute's still half full plates.) ... You gonna finish that? Lacy : ... Soutter : Great. Dont mind if i do Suit reaches over and grabs the Lacy's plate from her, brushing its contents onto his plate, and then passing her empty plate back to her, she doesn't look to thrilled, but knows better then to complain.James Fierce: Easy now. I've been training them.. Lethal Hurricanranas Soutter : (looks to the mutes) Want to know who to blame for stuff like this. Karnage. Andrew Karnage. He tries to literally take food off your table in thinking he can compete with James. James Fierce: Andrew Karnage is dead weight. Sure he's won tag titles, but what does that prove? He can rely on other people to do all the hard work? Soutter : He has no ambition. How about the way he and Kilroy just let Syberus waltz into there stable and leap frog them into the world championship. James Fierce: No balls. They needed a leader and neither were willing to man up and take the lead spot. Soutter : I hear ya, and now look what they are stuck with. Syberus. (Soutter spits the name out with pure hatred). But not for long. I am going to do what neither of them had the balls to do. I am going wrap my hands around his scrawny neck and squeeze the life right out of him. Take his title. Expose that fucking hump for the braggart he is. James Fierce: Expose. Nice word. Tonight the Bandits expose the golden boys of Hardkore World for what they are. Fakes. Soutter : Fakes. You know it. First we have Karnage. The guy who stood there scratching his head in a goofy voice saying ... "O-huh u-huh. Thats a good one guys, lets teach Hunglow a lesson and get the belt off him, and while we are it, lets give the kid Syberus a break. He's gonna be world champion thanks to us. So instead of putting him to the sword along with Hunglow and one of us getting the shot, lets let him into our brotherhood and he can run around with the belt like he is the head of our group. Meanwhile, the rest of us can continue on as we have been here, content in our spots. Soutter skulls down the last half of his beer, waving to the waiter or more drinks.Soutter : Then we have the biggest fake of them all. The Worm, Syberus! This guy is so forced, and so phoney. He has no flow, and no idea what he wants to say. He swaps and switches who he is like the wind. Saying whatever it is he thinks the others want him to say, rather then what he really feels. Thats is as Fake as you can get. He has no conviction. I dont believe a word he says. James Fierce: You can understand what the twat is saying? You're a better man than I. Soutter : I wonder where that accent came from? He never had it for 5 years before that i noticed. Do you think someone may of knocked him to hard on the head? One to many bumps? James Fierce: Hmmm... Voice overs maybe? Milli Vanilli style possible? Soutter (to the camera) : You see worm. These people. They are not stupid. They see you on tv. They see you talk for 5 years. They see you change your name and who you are over and over and over again, but can still somehow follow who you are, as you still speak the same. Plus then they don't really care too much about you, so the common name changes doesn't really bother them, but then you are meant to be World Champion. So they figure, well, we better check him out. Then you go and get a new language as well. How are they meant to follow a guy who doesn't know who he is. Mad Bastard? Ha! James Fierce: I thought Lucifer Jones was the Mad bastard. Hmmm, strange. Soutter : Exactly. So did i. So did everyone. Syberus apparently thinks he is Jones. James Fierce: Ewww... Why would he want to do that? Soutter : Well, in fairness, if you were him, anything is a step up. James Fierce: True. He was Plainrider after all Soutter : Ugh. How do you think Jonnie feels, when he is on the phone trying to explain to the pay per view company how they got stuck with a dud like Syberus headlining the show. The only selling point he can have is that the show will sell, as people will want to see Suit beat the living tar out of him. Then he must get off the phone and cuss Hungle's name to hell, for half assing it and making a shit champion and forcing him into this position in the first place. James Fierce : Cussing Hungle's name seems to be a more and more common practice these days. Soutter : I have said all along he is to blame for all of the worlds problems. Hardkore Worlds at the very least. But right now, i got a bigger problem facing me. This Jap shit is going right through me, i gotta head to the can. Be right back. Soutter gets up and heads off, looking for the toilet. He goes up one hallway, and then down another, not knowing where in the world he is. He goes past a few doors that lead into the kitchen and storeroom, mumbling to himself about "where do they hide the can in these places" ... then rounds the hallway and takes another right. He comes to a doorway now, that has long beads hanging down in front of the door, and he pushes his way past the beads. Coming to some sort of sitting / waiting room.
Wow. "This place looks interesting" Suit thinks to himself, his objective of finding the can disappearing with the hope that he has stumbled upon somewhere special.
He takes a seat, and is delighted to see a Lucy Liu dominatrix look alike enter the room.
Soutter : Now we're talking!
She walks up to him and caresses the crop along his huge chest, then playfully whacks him with it on the leg. Suit likes it and gives her that disgusting look of his.
Dominatrix : You a bad boy! How you get here? You must be punished!
Soutter : Punish me ... teach me not to do the things i do any more!
Dominatrix : Not yet big boy. First you pay. Then you meet more girls. Then you choose.
Soutter : I heard the desert in this place was the best in town, now i see what they meant.
Soutter reaches into secret pocket number two in his Hawaiian shirt, pulls out a wad of cash and hands a handful to her. Then a Kim Cattrall look alike from Big Trouble in Little China comes in.
Yes, she has looked at the size of the Suit and is shocked.
Suit stands to his feet. Reaches back into secret pocket number two in the Hawaiian shirt and hands another handful of cash, this time to the Cattrall look alike.
Soutter : I'll take you both!
Scene then switches to a split screen. Suit behind a curtain on one shot, where we can only see shadow of the two girls whipping him and touching each other. The other side of the split screen shows Fierce and the Mutes still at the table, by now finished the meal.
Lucy & Lacy : ...
James Fierce : Your right, he is taking a very long time. Ha. Wouldn't want to be the one following him in there.
Lucy & Lacy : ...
James Fierce : Again, you may be right. He may well of run out of toilet paper. But he is a big boy, i am sure he will work something out.
The other shot shows the shadows in the curtains just finishing up and now getting dressed. Suit taps them both on the ass, winks, and then heads out of there, a big smile on his face as he comes back to the table.
James Fierce : You sure took your time in there, nearly had to call for a search party.
Soutter : James, i just had the best desert i have had in my life!
Lucy & Lacy : ...
Soutter : Ohhh, you ordered some for me, how kind. Don't worry, i think I'll be able to squeeze it down.
All four now are on there feet, preparing to leave, Suit tucks his desert into secret pocket number three on his Hawaiian Shirt, as they start heading to the exit.
James Fierce : Irish rage in Belfast ... here we come!
Begin to fade
Soutter : James, your never going to believe what just happened to me.
Fade.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:32:14 GMT
You keep talking, but your not saying anything!
Fame by David Bowie hits and Soutter swaggers down to the ring, he removes his Hawaiian shirt on the way and tosses it to a fan, who frantically searches the secret pockets hoping to find something in there, he does, a half eaten Boost bar, which Soutter notices, snatches from him, gives him a high five, then heads into the ring munching on the Boost.
Soutter : What's up Ireland?
I guess our World Champion ... (Suit starts choking at the thought of Syberus being World Champion, and spits a mouthful of Boost onto the ring floor.) ... I guess he thinks i should come out here and justify to him and all of you why i should become world champ? Fuck that! I don't have to justify shit to a worm like him!
My years of hard work and dedication to this business is known world wide. The standards that i set for myself and the passion i bring to this thing that we do is unparalleled. I accept nothing less then excellence from myself, for myself, and for these fans.
I have done it all. All except win that Hardkore World Heavyweight Gold. That championship used to be regarded as the top prize in our sport. Used_to_be.
Now, it gets passed around like a ring rat after a training session. Its been around more waists this last year then Yolanda. The exclamation point on its demise the worm carrying it around today. But for some reason, i still covet that belt.
I covet it because i know how great it once was, and could be again. I hope to bring the belt back the status it truly deserves, as the number one prize there is.
I was thinking of coming out here and holding a Powerslam challenge.
Crowd pops.
Just for old times sake.
We could of got that Extreme fool who now carries your bags Syb and likes to scream my name to come out, i could of splatted him, and then the two of us could of could of faced off in the ring, live. That would mean you would be exposed as the FAKE you are. I can't get in there with him, i need to practise my lines, he will tear me apart.
Well, fair enough, you are (Suit chokes again) ... the World Champion. Why should you work with me, i understand. Just don't expect any favors from me on the go around when you are challenging me in a rematch. Which i dread every day, two months of this with you is more then enough, another one with you wanting the belt back, please, no. But who knows, you may quit in a huff after the match, we can all hope.
Let me tell you all a little story.
It goes back almost a year ago. When i won this belt. (Suit pats the West Cost Championship on his shoulder.) Won it from a guy called Syberus. The way i won this belt, is very similar to the way he won the world title. We all know that he never really won that belt, that Hungle lost it, he did the Hunglow, got lazy and decided to focus his attention into a dead and buried fed, which is today, dead and buried again, half assed it and committed the most unforgivable of all his sins, dropped the world belt to (HACK ... coughs and chokes again) ... Syberus. Ugh.
Syberus never won it, Hungle lost it. Any chump who was lucky enough to be in there with him at the time would of walked out with the belt.
Now, i guess you could say the same thing about my title victory over Syberus for this West Coast Championship. That he lost it, Syb wont say so, no no, because then he would be admitting that he never really WON the world belt. But we can compare the two.
There is a slight difference however.
When Hung lost the belt to him, Ugh. He was just the poor sap standing in the ring. When I got this belt from Syb, i was selected. Jonnie Valentine phoned me up, asked if i could do him a favor, and head on down to the Rocky Mountains. Said we had a situation, and that he wanted me to fix the problem. Told me to go to town. So i did, and broke half his ribs, putting him on the shelf. Not for any other reason then i was asked to.
Now. Now i dont only want to break his ribs, i want to squeeze every last breathe from his body with my bare hands. Wrap them around his scrawny neck and squeeze the life right out of him.
Suit looks around the crowd.
Now! Now its time for my catchphrases!
Thats what wrestlers do you know. They sprout catch phrases, apart from the rest of our fed, unless you count them classics, like jobber, son or that ohhh so clever kidder. No no, our guys prefer to take Kayfabe, and jump on her head. Meh.
Here we go!
I am The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The Centre of Attention!
The Master of the Powerslam!
The Suit! Mad Dog Paul Soutter!
I got the name to entertain!
The Skill to thrill!
I'm loud and proud!
I am about to become YOUR World Heavyweight Champion!
And i like it like that!
Fade to Syberus, about to undoubtedly throw up yet another borefest.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:33:18 GMT
Guillermo O'Bannon: Ladies and Gentleman, it's come to our attention that after that brutal attack by Rose Black, the Royal Belfast Hospital has confirmed Tamara Sanchez has suffered a fracture in her C2 & C3 vertebrea. She's expected to miss at least a few months time.
Phil Blauer: Fans worldwide will miss her sneer.
Guillermo O'Bannon: Now it's time for our main event! Syberus and Soutter have a long and stories history but have yet to meet in the ring since Soutter put Syberus on the shelf last November. Now these two are going to fight it out until one of them has to be carted off on a stretcher. The other will be the Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion. This is what happened the last time they were in a ring together.
[Fade to video dated The Dee Glen Smith Spectrum 11/5/05]
Scott Jenjita: Syberus superplexes Soutter!!
Referee Joe Smith: 1...2...thr- (Soutter kicks out)
Vince Killings: He irish whips Soutter into the ropes and takes him down with a lou thez press!
Referee Joe Smith: 1...2...(Soutter gets his shoulder up)
Scott Jenjita: Lou Thez from right here in Logan, Utah.
Vince Killings: Actually, I think he's from...
Scott Jenjita: Come on, Vince. It's a house show. No one can hear us. Soutter's barely up before Syberus is rolling him back up with an inside cradle!
Referee Joe Smith: 1...2...(Soutter kicks out)
Vince Killings: Syberus measures Soutter and hits him with a spear...
Scott Jenjita: And bounces right off the no-selling Soutter!
[The audience cheers and Soutter beats his chest like an ape. He grabs Syberus by the hair and headbutts him]
Vince Killings: Soutter pulls Syberus' head into his legs, and then flips him up on his shoulder before depositing him facefirst into a Soutter Splat dominator!!
Scott Jenjita: Soutter climbs to the top turnbuckles and the fat man flies with a Soutter Splash to his back!!
[The Logan fans cheer as Syberus clutches his ribs. Soutter pulls him up and scoops him up on his shoulder]
Vince Killings: He runs into the center of the ring with a running Soutterslam!!
Scott Jenjita: He claims to be the Master of it.
Referee Joe Smith: 1...2...thr- (Syberus kicks out)
Vince Killings: Paul Soutter pumphandles him up onto his shoulder then deposits him on his head with a Soutter Special!!
Referee Joe Smith: 1...2...3!!!
[The Dee Glen Smith Spectrum leaps to their feet and cheers. "Rip it Up" by 28 Days plays on the PA system. Joe Smith picks the West Coast title up off of the floor and hands it to Soutter. Adrian Tanner Jr. pulls Syberus out of the ring, but he points to his ribs. Tanner waves on some EMTs]
Vince Killings: Unbelievable!
Ring Announcer: "At 9 minutes 49 seconds; THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, AND NEW HARDKORE WEST COAST CHAMPION...'THE MASTER OF THE POWERSLAM' PAUL E. SOUTTER!!!"
Vince Killings: We didn't even know Soutter was in the building and we have a title change!
[Fade back to Ulster Hall. "Fame" by David Bowie hits, and the Bandit Mobile comes out to the top of the rampway. "The Master of the Powerslam" Paul Soutter is standing in the back with the West Coast Heavyweight Championship held high in the air for the fans. He is wearing a Hawaiian Shirt which he takes off and throws to the crowd as the Bandit Mobile heads down the rampway, leaving him in his full length leather trunks, a KGB T-Shirt over the top. He once again holds the belt up to the fans, then limps into the ring]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Paul Soutter is realizing a dream tonight. He's always wanted to be the Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion and he gets his shot on pay-per-view tonight. They've fought during their promo time. They fought in a six man tag team match. And they fought in the locker room. All that's over. Tonight they settle it for good.
Phil Blauer: Syberus did some work on Soutter's leg with that chair in San Diego. It looks like he's still showing some ill effects of that attack still. Or he's doing a gangsta limp. Hard to tell with fat guys.
"Wild" Bill Kasal: "Ladies and Gentleman, this is the Main Event of the Evening. Featuring first, the challenger, from Melbourne, Australia; Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall; Weighing 428 pounds; He is The Current HARDKORE WEST COAST CHAMPION...'THE MASTER OF THE POWERSLAM' PAUL SOUTTER!!!"
[The Belfast fans cheer. Then “Supersonic" by Oasis plays and Syberus walks down to the ring to a huge pop from the Northern Irish crowd. He's wearing a roughly made sleeveless demin trenchcoat, seemingly made of patchwork scrap denim from various sources. On the back the word "Great" is spelled out in studs and a Union Jack is crudely formed out of some sewn-on scrap denim. He carries a Union Jack flag over his shoulder which draws a mixed reaction from the Northern Irish sectarian crowd. He walks down to the ring and wipes his feet before entering the ring]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus has had a great run thus far as Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion, recently traveling to Japan where he defeated his Un-Stablemate "The Rising Sun" Marty Donovan at the Naeba Prince Hall. But tonight he's at the disadvantage, he has to load a 428 pounder on a stretcher if he hopes to walk out of here with his Hardkore World Heavyweight Championship.
Phil Blauer: Syberus reportedly had to get a shot to relieve the pain he was feeling in his back. I hope to use whatever's left.
Yolanda Ando: Syberus wears black vinyl-look short tights with the words "Mad Bastard" printed on the side of both legs, Black elbow and knee pads and black boots, with white wrist tape and the Hardkore World Heavyweight Championship is strapped around his waist.
"Wild" Bill Kasal: "And his opponent from Manchester, England; Standing 6 feet tall; Weighing 228 pounds; He is The Current HARDKORE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...The Great SYBERUS!!!"
[The audience cheers and air horns go off all over the Ulster Hall. Syberus runs and tackles Soutter with a thez press. He hammers Soutter about the face with forearms]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter fights back with a few stiff forearms too. He fights him off, he goes downstairs with a dropkick to his kneecap. Syberus sets up for an Indian Deathlock, and instead of dropping back, drops down with a kneedrop on the entagled side!
[Soutter rolls around, clutching his leg. Syberus goes into the ropes but when Soutter gets up, Syberus bounces right off him. Soutter shoots Syberus into the ropes]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Paul Soutter flips Syberus over with a stiff clothesline! He presses Syberus over his head but on the way down, he grabs Soutter's shoulders and falls back into a backcracker!
[Syberus clutches his own back. He gets up and crosses Soutter's legs over and turns him over into a texas cloverleaf. He plants his feet and pulls back on his crossed legs. Soutter reaches out for the ropes]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus sits low on the cloverleaf, trying to wear down his back & legs. He releases the legs and turns him over. He pulls down his kneepad and Muscle Killer kneedrops Soutter's kneecap!
[Soutter grabs at his leg and curses Syberus. Syberus irish whips Soutter into the ropes but Soutter comes back with a spinning heel kick]
Phil Blauer: Look at the blubber fly!
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter rolls out of the ring and grabs the stretcher. He rolls back into the ring and presses the stretcher over his head. He tosses it at Syberus, but Syberus is able to duck just in time!
[Syberus looks back at the stretcher and Soutter uses the distraction to spear him onto the stretcher!! The fans cheer. He picks up Syberus and applies a bear hug]
Phil Blauer: Soutter looking to break those ribs again like he did in that shitty gymnasium in Utah.
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter has his hands clasped against the small of Syberus' back. Syberus finally is able to punch his way out of it. He lifts Soutter up and drops his bent leg on his knee with a shinbreaker. He stands by Soutter's head with a hold of one foot, stretching the leg up. He keeps a hold and drops a knee onto Soutter's face, almost wrenching the leg 180 degrees. Hyperextender!
[Soutter grabs his leg, screaming. Syberus picks his leg up and falls back into a side leglock. He wrenches Soutter's leg to the side. Paul pounds his fists into the mat in pain]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus wraps his legs around Soutter's twisting his calf. He releases the side leglock, and grabs the rope. He stomps Soutter's knee. He kneedrops the kneecap again. Soutter rolls out of the way of an elbow drop. He gets to his feet and smashes Syberus in the nose with a running polish hammer.
[Soutter ties Syberus' arms up in the ropes. He lifts the stretcher up onto his shoulder, and then battering ram it into his face, sending him flying backwards out of the ring!! The audience pops. Soutter tosses the stretcher down on top of him]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter steps out on the apron and drops a 400 pound leg drop on the stretcher with Syberus underneath! He pulls Syberus up and irish whips him hard into the railing!
[Soutter climbs up on the apron. He gets a running start and then avalanches him against the railing!! Syberus coughs a few times, then slinks down to the arena floor]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter rolls him into the ring. He steps through the ropes, but Syberus catches him under the chin with a running knee! Soutter goes down like a bag of hammers. Syberus pulls him up but Soutter ducks under a forearm and release german suplexes him!
[Soutter irish whips him into the ropes and tiltawhirls him but Syberus rolls out with a head scissors take down. Syberus irish whips him into the ropes and catches him on the chin with a dropkick]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus turns Soutter over into a single leg boston crab. He plants his feet and wrenches back on Soutter's aching leg, trying to hyperextend the knee. Soutter growling in pain, and Syberus pulls back on it again.
[Soutter grabs the bottom rope and Ron Reid forces Syberus to break it. Syberus pulls Soutter's head under his arm for a DDT, but Soutter lifts him up into a fireman's carry]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter drops Syberus down with a samoan drop. He pulls Syberus up by the hair and irish whips him into the ropes. He pounds Syberus into the mat with a spinebuster!
[Soutter pulls Syberus up by the hair, but Syberus tags Soutter in the back of the leg with several stiff kicks. The last one takes him off his feet. Syberus applies an indian deathlock. He leans back on Soutter's twisted legs]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus gets Soutter's legs set, and then rattles his teeth with a few crossfaces. He sits up and falls back on the crossed ankles. He rolls Soutter up in a haas of pain!
[Soutter cries out in pain as Syberus pushes his crossed legs towards the back of his head. Soutter does a push-up but Syberus pulls back on his legs again to flatten the big man out]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter does another push-up and powers out of the haas of pain. He gets up and catches an on-coming Syberus with a rydeen bomb!
[The crowd cheers. Soutter works out his leg and little and then rolls out of the ring. He sets up a table by the apron and then slide the stretcher underneath the table on it's side. He gets back up on the apron, but Syberus is waiting for him]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus hammers Soutter with several forearms. He steps through the ropes out on the apron with Paul. But Soutter blocks one and knees Syberus in the groin!
[Syberus bends over and Soutter catches him in the face with a kneelift. He knees him in the stomach and then crotch-ties his arm through his legs. He pumphandles him into his piledriver through the table with the stretcher on it's side underneath him!! The crowd erupts]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter Special through a table & stretcher!! Soutter pulls a busted open Syberus' head into his legs and pulls him up into a powerbomb, but Syberus punches his way out of it. He kicks Soutter hard in the gut, and DDTs him on the concrete!!
[Soutter rolls over with a large gash over his eye. Syberus traps his leg in a folding chair. He stomps it shut on Soutter's knee! The audience gasps. He rolls Soutter into the ring but then wishbones his groin into the cornerpost]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus takes a chair and smashes it into Soutter's outstretched leg! He wails back and cracks it into his knee again! Soutter sits up in agony with blood pouring down his face.
Phil Blauer: The big man's mad.
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus rolls back into the ring with his chair. He reaches back and crashes down with the chair, but Soutter punches the chair with a left haymaker, right into his skull!!
[The crowd pops. Soutter grabs the chair, and places it between his legs sideways. He grabs another chair, and hits the other chair like a chisel into his nuts!! Syberus tips over to one side, clutching his balls and kicking the mat in pain]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter pulls him up and drops him on his knee with an inverted atomic drop!
Phil Blauer: He's gonna be pissing blood tonight. Well, more than usual.
Guillermo O'Bannon: He irish whips Syberus into the ropes and tiltawhirls him into a sidewalk slam!!
[Soutter tries to load Syberus on the stretcher. He gets him on the bent & broken gurney, but Syberus fires off a few punches to stop it. Soutter gut wrenches suplexes him]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter pulls Syberus up by the hair but Syberus pops him in the face with a headbutt.
Phil Blauer: Looks like he broke his nose with that, and it pissed him off more than anything.
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter tosses Syberus like a rag doll across the ring with a belly to belly suplex!
[Soutter pulls Syberus up by the hair, but Syberus comes up swinging with a european forearm. He drills his bloody face into the mat with a half nelson facebuster]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus gives Soutter a spinning toe hold but before he can drop back into a figure four leglock, Soutter kicks him off into the turnbuckle! Soutter gets up and vertical suplexes him.
[Soutter climbs up to the second turnbuckle and then jumps down into a bonzai drop, crushing Syberus' chest!! Soutter rolls him onto the stretcher]
Guillermo O'Bannon: A bloody Syberus sits up and smashes him in the face with a few punches. Syberus pulls a small chain out from his trunks, and punches Soutter in the face with it!
Phil Blauer: Reid, where was the pat-down??
Guillermo O'Bannon: He wraps it around Soutter's neck and applies a camel clutch! He sits back, digging those chain links into the Aussie's throat. Syberus readjusts and chokes Soutter out.
[Syberus stomps Soutter's leg again, then gives him a facewash. He grabs Soutter by the leg and drops down into a figure four leglock! He clamps down on Soutter's crossed legs]
Guillermo O'Bannon: A crimson masked Soutter sits up in pain. Syberus grabs the second rope while Ron Reid's back is turned for extra leverage. Soutter gains hold of the steel chain and punches a sitting up Syberus in the face with it!!
[Syberus falls back dazed, releasing Soutter. Soutter takes the chain and chokes him with it, pulling it tight against the back of his neck while blood runs down Syberus' face. He pulls his head into his legs and piledrives Syberus on the stretcher]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Soutter rips the mattress off of the stretcher, and pulls Soutter up onto his shoulders. He swings him around into an F5 onto the mattress!
Phil Blauer: That was nice of him.
Guillermo O'Bannon: Maybe not. Soutter rolls him up on the mattress until his arms are trapped. He puts him on the stretcher and begins rolling him up the aisleway, punching him all the way up!
[Suddenly Cobryn, Robert Hunglestien III and Ryan Champion run out and stop Soutter by a gang beating. They pull him back down to the ringside area, and irish throw him headfirst into the railing! The Belfast fans boo and chant "K.G.B.! K.G.B.! K.G.B.! K.G.B.! K.G.B.!"]
Guillermo O'Bannon: The Next Chapter coming out and beating Soutter down, ruining a great main event! Wait, here comes the K.G.B.!
[James "Platinum" Fierce and The Shootfighter come out with chairs and chase off The Next Chapter! The crowd erupts]
Guillermo O'Bannon: The K.G.B. brings back some civility to this match. Now we can see this match fought to a finish. Ryan Champion and Cobryn are holding Robert Hunglestien III back, but he breaks through! James Fierce picks up his chair and smashes Soutter in the head!!
Phil Blauer: What??
[The Belfast fans gasp! The Shootfighter asks what Fierce is doing and catches a chair shot to the side of the head!! The Ulster Hall audience boos]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Syberus shrugs and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He hops off with a Cinders kneedrop to the back of his head, smashing Soutter's face into the concrete!!
[Ryan Champion, Robert Hunglestien III, and Cobryn raise James Fierce's arms as Ulster Hall rocks with boos. Syberus loads Soutter on the stretcher and rolls him up the aisleway. Ron Reid signals for the bell]
Guillermo O'Bannon: I am in shock! James Fierce has joined The Next Chapter and cost Soutter the Hardkore World Heavyweight Championship along the way.
"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 17 minutes 44 seconds; THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, AND STILL HARDKORE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...SYBERUS!!!"
[“Supersonic" by Oasis plays. The Un-Stable comes down and collects Syberus helping him staggers to the back]
Guillermo O'Bannon: Cobryn, Ryan Champion, and Robert Hunglestien drag Soutter and The Shootfighter back down to the ring area and roll them into the ring!
[Cobryn delivers The Answer to The Shootfighter!! The crowd boos and jeers. Robert Hunglestien III pulls Soutter's head into his legs and drops his face into the mat with The High Life]
Guillermo O'Bannon: James Fierce comes off the top rope with The Picture Perfect Elbow Drop on Soutter's chest!!
[James then steps on the back of Soutter’s head while reaching over to grab the microphone. Hunglestein bats away trash from the crowd and Cobryn pats Fierce on the back standing behind him enjoying the show.]
James Fierce: "Wow… I’ve been waiting to do that for some time."
[The crowd boos. The camera hits Cobryn for a moment, who seems to just be taking it all in, enjoying the moment.]
James Fierce: "When old Suit here suggested that we come to Hardkore World, he promised big things, things that he obviously couldn’t deliver. He promised that we would be at the top of the tag ranks in six months. Guess What? Not one single tag match, more or less a freaking championship match. He also promised to have my back…
[James glares down at Soutter and spits]
Yeah, that was until I became a huge success, ain’t that right Suit? Sure you had my back when you thought I was just here to make sure that you career was on the straight and narrow. Yep, you were sure there for me old buddy. You were there for me as long as I stayed in the back allowing you to garner all the fucking spot light."
Guillermo O'Bannon: He could have just left the K.G.B., he didn't have to cost Soutter the World Championship.
Phil Blauer: No one leaves the K.G.B.
[Cobryn claps his hands together. You despise him. Admit it.]
Hunglestein: "Easy now… The kids are watching."
James Fierce: "Well it’s true."
Hunglestein: "Fuck the kids."
James Fierce: "Did you know that this slob wanted me to rub his shoulders during the 'Powerslam' challenge? Did ya?"
Hunglestein: "And you didn’t turn on him before now?"
James Fierce: "My point exactly. He also wanted me to use the ice man persona. Sure that’s cool if you can’t handle the English language like douche bag there."
[Everyone looks down at Shootfighter]
Hunglestein: "Sounds like career suicide to me."
James Fierce: "Was Dean Malenko a draw? Nope. Chris Benoit? Nope. Retard monkeys don’t make money in the business. Sure they may be able to put on technical masterpieces, but in the end who really cares? It takes a special kind to be successful in this industry."
Hunglestein: "Well these two are awful special."
James Fierce: "True. Special in a retard way doesn’t draw. Ask Nick Dismore. Ask Rated X. Ask Shootfighter. Sure they’re good for a few “haha’s”, but other than that there just fodder. No one ever watched a show because Rated X was on top of the card. Hell, last month I barely pulled in record numbers working with that hack, the DVD sells were only up twenty five percent instead of the normal fifty."
Hunglestein: "You know I’m going to check those numbers out sometime."
James Fierce: "No need to. I’m an honest type of guy unlike uncle Suit there. I don’t become green with envy when those around me become successful. I don’t try and sabotage my friends career by suggesting that they use a gimmick that blows serious chunks.
[James now stands over Soutter looking down at him.]
Remember this Soutter, I didn’t bring this on, you did. You brought me here. You tried to muffle my reign to the top. You wanted my career to go on the backburner while you received all the on show promo time. Meanwhile I impressed the masses. I put on five star classics with sub par talents. I won the grandest prize in all the game… but where were you? Plotting a way to put me back in the shadows, that’s where… Guess what Suit? I ain’t your lackey anymore."
[Cobryn grins the most evil grin ever seen by human eyes. Some of you will now be blind for the next few hours. Others may vomit from witnessing that degree of pure evil. Meanwhile Lucifer Jones just marked out.]
James Fierce: "Tonight it dies. Tonight 'The Next Chapter' of wrestling begins… and it begins with us."
[James and Hunglestein slide out of the ring, Cobryn wipes the sweat from his armpits and flings it on The Shootfighter and Soutter, grins, and follows behind.]
Guillermo O'Bannon: I don't believe what I just witnessed! James Fierce has turned on his best friend to be in The Next Chapter! There'll be hell to pay for all these guys when we go back to Los Angeles.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:34:44 GMT
Scene opens up to a newspaper sitting on a table, presumably in the locker room. The headline can be seen.
MIRACLE SURVIVAL STORY
Australian wrestler survives two months against blithering idiot.
The shot then stays on the paper, as a narrator begins reading the article
First there was Stuart Diver, who survived the Threadbo ski resort disaster.
Then there was Douglas Wood, the man who was held captive by Terrorists and lived to tell his tale.
Then there were the Tasmanian Miner's, Todd Russell and Brant Webb, trapped underground in Beaconsfield for two weeks.
And now another Australian has joined them with his amazing tale of survival. Hardkore World wrestler Paul Soutter, the West Coast Heavyweight Champion and Master of the Powerslam, has incredibly survived two plus months of battle with Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion Syberus.
This, readers, is truly remarkable, how he escaped with his sanity intact is a wonder of modern day science. Two whole months, he had to listen to and banter back and forth with the wrestler known as "Worm", and yet, here he is, still with all of his wits about him, and as together as the day he entered the sport.
Sixty minutes is apparently very interested in doing a story, but now the agents are getting involved, and the big money is being bandied around for the exclusive on this heroic tale.
How a man can possibly come through such an ordeal unscathed, is beyond comprehension, we spoke to renowned psychiatrist Dr Lou Natic on the matter.
Dr Lou Natic : It is not the physical side of the survival which is of any interest, we all know that Syberus is a weak champion who escapes with the belt due to the interference of half the roster each and every match. That is nothing strange in the messed up world of Hardkore World, where the main story of the week is who is teaming with who, and who has turned on who, but that is a story that would require a whole team of experts to try and work get to the bottom of. No, the miracle here is how someone can go for two plus months with a man who keeps talking, but doesn't say anything, and keep his sanity intact.
Miner survivor Todd Russell was also quoted on the amazing story.
Todd Russell : Two weeks i was underground with Brant. Soutter had to last two plus months. All i can say is if it was Syberus i was stuck down there with instead of Brant, one of us wouldn't of been coming up. Two hours i would of given him. I take my hat of to the Suit. The real victims in this story are the fans of Hardkore World, who have to continue to endure this worm as World champion.
On a side note, in this match Soutter's tag team partner and long time friend James Fierce betrayed him, in a cowardly act, costing the Suit the World Championship. Soutter is now set to face his former friend and KGB founding father, in a battle for the West Coast Championship.
We are unfortunately unable to get any comments from Mr Soutter at this moment, due to the negotiations for his exclusive story, but one can only hope he doesn't sign with Thoughts and Perspectives.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:35:18 GMT
How could you?
The scene opens up to a young guy driving a sports car along an un-named freeway. Its night and the city lights shine bright in the background. He has the top down and the radio up. A shot of the radio shows "3:16 FM". We now here the radio through his ears as he speeds down the highway.
Kyle Callaghan : Yo, yo yo! This is DJ Kyle Callaghan, and your tuned into Wrestle Radio, 316 on your FM dial. Tonight, we have a very special show for you. We are joined by one of our favourites, The Centre of Attention, Master of the Powerslam, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. Welcome Suit.
Soutter : Great to be here Kyle.
Kyle Callaghan : Now Paul, we all saw you on the front of the paper, your heroic tale of survival, all the press wanting to fork out the big bucks for your "exclusive" story. Tell me, how come little old us?
Soutter : Loyalty. Something i am very big on Kyle. Something someone else obviously couldn't give a hoot about. You guys at Wrestle Radio have been here for me since day one Kyle, 60 minutes, give me a break, sitting in that studio with them turkey's who couldn't give a rats ass about me, or wrestling. The people who watch that show, they are the same, they don't want to hear my story. No Kyle. This is my place, and your listeners, they are my people.
Kyle Callaghan : But what about the money, they were throwing bucketloads at you, survivors are big news now. People want to know.
Soutter : Yeah, they want to know, until they find out your a wrestler, next thing you know, i got some journo fuck trying to make a name for himself at mine and the businesses expense. They couldn't give a stuff about us, and i couldn't give a stuff about their money.
Kyle Callaghan : So tell us then, what was it like, surviving the constant barrage of dribble from Syberus. Most of us normal people couldn't even comprehend going through such an ordeal.
Soutter : Yeah. Well, what is there to say. They man speaks, constantly, but doesn't say anything. Round and around like a broken record. Just look at the farce we have now with him and Pat. Its a joke.
Kyle Callaghan : Many say if it weren't for the Next Chapter, and the betrayal of James Fierce, you would be World Champion today.
Soutter : Who's to say what may of happened.
Kyle Callaghan : How does that make you feel, to know that your best friend turned his back on you, stuck a knife in your back, and cost you the prize you covet above anything else.
Soutter : Well, i dont know Kyle. How do you think it would make me feel?
Kyle Callaghan : I think it wo....
Soutter : IT PISSES ME FUCKEN OFF! Thats what it does. To know, that a man i trusted above all others, who was as close as a brother to me, would sell me down the river, in the biggest match of my career. Its devastating. I cant understand it, dont know if i ever will. Sure i understand that betrayal and "swerves" are part of the business. Especially in Hardkore World, where it seems every other week some fag swerves someone to go hold someone else's hand. To the extent that no one even cares anymore.
Thats right turkey's. Its called Overkill. Less is more with some things. You do something too many times, like cutting a promo Syb and Pat, or swerving someone, and people stop caring. They switch off.
So congrats Fierce. You knifed me in the back, to become the number three heel in the latest stable. Number three when number two hasn't even won a match in the past 6 months, but don't worry Hungle, thats all about to change now that you are teamed with Cobran. Number three when number two is actually number seven heel in the fed, whats that make you, number eleven?
We have been down this road once before Fierce. You took some bad advice, let the cow get in your ear, and thought you could step up and challenge me for leadership of the Bandits. What happened? I beat the suit case out of you, and then let you back into the fold, never to bring it up again.
Well, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
Kyle Callaghan : If last month going for the belt was the biggest match of your career, then this month, must be up there when it comes to motivation.
Soutter : Its a different kind of motivation Kyle. This is a man who decided to try and make a name for himself at my expense, on what was to be my day. This is man who i taught everything he knows. Apart from his morals, obviously. Guided and moulded him into the superstar we know today as James Fierce. Before i took him under my wing, well, lets be frank, he was a laughing stock, then with my guidance, he become World Heavyweight Champion. So what does he do when i am about to reach the same goal, he sells me out, just so that Hungleturd can have the thrill of messing with me. And make no mistake Fierce, thats why they signed you up, merely so that Hungle could have a chuckle at my expense. Well laugh it up Fucko, your days coming, just like Fierce's and the Sweet Mouth who stands in the ring looking constipated, thinking its an evil look of some kind.
One by one, all you turkey's will go down to the Suit. Then, after i am through with this latest stable, thats if they dont turn in on themselves before i get to finish them off, then its back to the World title.
Kyle Callaghan : What are your strategies going into this match up Suit?
Soutter : Ha. Strategies. The all important strat. The magic ingredient. The thing that will get you over the line, when its a line ball call, unless of course a group of faggots want to come hold hands in the ring during your match, then its too bad, adios well laid out plan, and hello swerve 341 for the year. Fuck the strategies. Want to know my strategy. Kick fucken ass! Someone comes to get involved in the match, kick there ass as well.
Kyle Callaghan : What do you think abou ...
Soutter : I will tell you what i think Kyle. I think Fierce lies in bed at night asking himself why, why did he do it. Wishing he could go back in time and pretend this never happened. I'll tell you why you did what you did, because you are a sucker. A walk behinder. You got played. Pure and simple. You want to blame me for everything that is wrong with your career? Go right ahead. After Los Angeles, you'll have a reason to blame me.
Hardkore World is at the Cross Roads. Last month we had the chance to move in the right direction, i was set to take the company to where it should be. Take the belt from the worm and get away from all these stupid swerves and 3 month lasting stables. Move onto classic programs with real main event players like Dan Stein, Andrew Karnage and Lucifer Jones. Instead, we have Pat vs Syb, and yet another group of tossers as the mighty new stable of Hardkore. Hind site, what a marvelous thing.
But the beauty of this business, is there is always another day.
Its not to late Hardkore World. Everything can be put to how it should be. Will it, time will tell.
Unfadeable
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:35:48 GMT
The scene opens up to The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter, waxing the Bandit mobile. He is wearing shorts and a Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a KGB t-shirt.
Looks like i wont be needing this any more.
Motions to the car
Away into the Soutter show room it goes. Lucky for me i have a nice spot for it in the back yard, beside the BBQ, which i can look out of my window in the pool room, and remember the fun times as a Bandit.
But then as often happens, all them great memories, will soon be swallowed, devoured by hatred and contemp for one act of betrayal.
Soutter wipes off his Hawaiian shirt, tossing it out of shot, then pulls off his t-shirt, his fat hairy gut and fat rolls can be seen as he moves towards the camera, for a close up of his face.
I have sat and watched James, and listened to you. Really trying to figure it out and understand your thinking.
Here's what i've worked out. You knifed me because you were sick of playing second fiddle. Great, now your third fiddle. What sense does that make?
And then to top it off, you blamed me for your loss in Belfast. Well, where were your precious new freinds James in that match?
Why didnt "they" come out and help you win. Rather then waiting for you to come out and attack me in a match that had nothing to do with any of them.
I'll tell you why James.
Because this whole thing. Its not about you. Its about me. Me and him.
And the fact that you let him get one up on me by going along with this stupid half baked plan, thats what eats up at me more then anything. Sure the death of the Bandits hurt me more then losing my own wife. She is a women, easy come, easy go. A good tag teram partner who knows his place, thats hard to find.
You forgot your place.
I am the kind of guy is loyal to the end. Do right by me and i'll have your back for ever. Cross me and i will never forget it. NEVER!
I dont need the Bandits, sure as hell don't need you watching my back. Sure there will be no one now to rub powder on my shoulders before a powerslam challenge. Sure i got no designated driver while i go out binge drinking all night. But if you think for one moment that i am going to lose any more sleep over this, think again.
I am going to take each and ever one of you fucks in that third rate stable you've formed, and go through the whole lot of you. One by one. You wil lall fall to the Big Bad Bustling Bandit.
And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:37:03 GMT
Vinnie Silvestri .... ohhhh .... the shame.
Scene opens up to show The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter on a golf driving range, wearing a Hawaiian Shirt.
Swoooooosh!
Ohhh The Shame.
Not shame for me losing the West Coast Championship to Fierce because of the interference of Silvestri, no, the shame of the Next Chapter, scraping the bottom of the barrel in there latest addition to the all mighty stable.
Ha!
Soutter laughs at the thought of the likes of Silvestri, Champion and Hunglestein forming any kind of credible stable. Any credibility at all of that matter.
Swoooosh!
And for some reason that blow hard gets a title shot, against the man who couldn't defeat Platinum Pat, and only defeated myself due to the betrayal of Fierce the turn coat.
You two have fun warming the crowd up in your "World Title" match, for the real main event. The Suit and which ever turkey is lucky enough to be teamed with me and thus earn the right to face me for one million big ones and a shot at the belt.
Swooooosh! Suit sends another golf ball flying, this time the camera following it in flight, to see it zoom past a few cardboard cut outs of the Next Chapter losers, each with a bullseye on them. Suit follows the ball and then looks over the targets, squints with a perplexed look ... sneezes and we see the cut out of Ryan Champion fall over. He doesn't even deserve to be there. Suit then places the club down and pulls out a piece of paper, the camera showing it as a list of the brackets for Hardkore Helloween.
I have studied this list long and hard. At least for a good 30 seconds, which should be longer then it would take to defeat half of these turkeys signed up for this bloodfest.
Seems i am in the easiest bracket. My only competition is the Rising Sun. A tough competitor if ever there was one. Sun, i look forward to it coming down to just you and I. You are without doubt the most improved player in the game, but now you are coming up against the number ONE man in the business. I can do it all. And if plowing through you is what it takes to get another shot at that belt, then so be it.
Suit picks up the golf club ..... swooosh!!!
And we see a replay of the tag title match, Cobryn coping it up the ass, right in the middle of his bullseye, his cut out crumpling to the ground.
I always knew you took up it up the clacker Sweet Mouth!
You too seem to have an easy draw, looks like the two of us will meet up in the semi finals. Unlucky for you thats on opposite teams, to me though, that is of no consequence, i am more then willing to chop you down a peg or two, and show you it will take more then this crap you've been dishing up since your return to get past the Suit.
This isn't Ryan Champion or Justin Majoy you'll be going up against, this is the Big Bad Bustling Bandit! I'll steam roll through you as soon as look at you. Then, while your wallowing in your defeat, trying to comprehend what happened, and how to turn around this slump in your career, because believe you me, after what you have done, hanging with the likes of Hungle, Silvestri and Champion is a slump. Then after printing out the roster and trying to plan super stable number 17 ... while your doing all that, i will be getting my arm raised and earning one million big ones, plus a shot at the world title.
The world title that is screaming my name.
The fans dont want to see Pussy Pat and the Worm battling it out to the shortest 30 minute time limit draw in history (because the road agents had no energy to go over a match with these turkeys after the shit they put us through last month)
Swoooosh!
Suit sends another golf ball sailing, decapitating the head of the Silvestri cut out 300 yards down on the fairway. Insignificant, yes, but what the hell, he is good filler.
No, the fans want to see the Suit crushing every man (question mark over that term for half the fruits on this roster) in Hardkore World. They want to see me wrap my hands around that Worm Syberus' throat, and crush his voice box, squeezing the life and irritating new found English accent out of him with my bare hands. They want to see me stand in the middle of the ring, put up these two big dukes ...
Suit holds both clenched fists to the camera
... and beat the holy hell out of all these hot shots here in Hardkore World!
Suit picks up the golf club ..... SWOOOOSH! Lets out an almighty swing, the ball going right through the mouth of Fierce, leaving a whole there as he topples over, a nice round hole, which fits perfect with ....
SWOOOOSH!!!1
Suit swings again, the camera following this last shot carefully, its a low shot, a worm burner if you will, and it takes the legs out from under the Hungleturd cut out, sending him falling face first, his crotch landing on the fierce cut out, right where the hole in his mouth is.
Thats you Fierce! Cock in Hungleturds mouth! You swallow everything he feeds you like some punk kid who thinks he is finally in with the cool kids. Lending him CD's you will never see again, passing over your cell phone for them to ring up credit on as they have "forgotten to charge up". Handing over a $50 here and there which they are meant to give you next week, only next week never comes.
Suit looks into the camera, stewing on what Fierce did to him.
You can stab me in the back, turn on me to join with my most hated enemy!
You can get some bottom feeding hack like Silvestri to help you get my title!
You can get some hick to put on the worst Australian accent i have ever heard and leave stupid messages on your machine claiming to be me!
But you will never be half the man i am!
And you will never hear the end of this.
I am the most loyal man i know ... in this business that isn't hard, but i am who i am, but loyalty goes both ways. Once i am crossed, i never forget, ask your new boyfriend Hungle. He can testify that i can hold a grudge. I still am just getting warmed up with him, and can continue to point out his short comings to the world for at least another ten years. Which let me tell you, is becoming quite a list.
Know this .... "Bear" ... you have done your dash with me. You got your little gold belt, and you got your name out there.
"Fierce swerves Soutter ... costs him Hardkore World Championship!"
Good for you!
I have been going at this for a long time to get to where i am today, and let me tell you, i have been through a lot tougher then you! I will go through you, and your entire fucked up stable, you and the rest of them will crumble and fall at the hands of the "Master of the Powerslam!"
One by one! All at once, it matters not to me.
Soutter bends the golf club into a knot. Then tosses it aside.
A goof with a six month losing streak gets a World title shot after grasping onto Sweet Mouth's cape for his first win for 2006! And i have to go through 39 turkey's for my shot. So be it! That belt was mine in Ireland, it took the betrayal of my most trusted allie to keep it out of my reach ... nothing can stop me know!
Nothing!
I trust no man!
The Bandits are finished!
Any one gets in my way, i will drop them as soon as look at them.
Now, its all about The Suit .... and i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:38:37 GMT
The scene opens to a studio setting, former SWAT commentators Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton sitting in fancy swinging chairs and dressed semi casual.
Jeremy Tucker : Hello everyone, and welcome to .... TALES OF THE SUIT!
Andrew Fulton : Tales of the what?
Jeremy Tucker : The Suit! You know, our former boss, the Big Bad Bustling Bandit, Centre of Attention, Master of the Powerslam ... number ONE man in this business today!
Andrew Fulton : Number one man, after the collapse of SWAT, yeah, right.
Jeremy Tucker : He will always be the number one man to me Fulton.
Andrew Fulton : Not me, that fat prick must own our souls or something, whats this show he has us doing now ... tales of the Suit ... you gotta be kidding me.
Jeremy Tucker : Good to see you haven't changed my friend. Fans ... over the course of the next few months, we will be taking you behind the scenes and seeing what the legend himself, Mad Dog Paul Soutter is up to in the wrestling world. And as a special treat, we have him with us here tonight, give it up for Mad ... Dog ... Paul Soutter!!!
Rip it Up by 28 Days hits and The Suit comes out joining them both, wearing a Hawaiian Shirt over the top of a new House of Pain T Shirt.
Andrew Fulton : Suit! Always a pleasure, love this new gig you got us set up with here.
Soutter looks at Fulton like one would a naughty puppy, you just cant help but love that guy.
Jeremy Tucker : So, where to begin, so much stuff we need to go over here.
Soutter : Where to begin indeed Jerry, i could probably write a book.
Andrew Fulton : Lets leave that to Pat Bozzini and Yuko whats her face.
Soutter : The bird with the big knockers?
Andrew Fulton : Bingo!
Soutter : Syb still against women with nice tits?
Andrew Fulton : Unless they have hit puberty, he dont want to know them, last i saw of him in the locker room he was going on about some 13 year old called Armstrong or some such.
Soutter : The kid has problems.
Jeremy Tucker : Speaking of, did you see Cobryn pinned him in tag team action?
Soutter : See it, a replay, yes, and never in my life has i seen someone so pleased with themselves. That Sweet Mouth would gloat over an arm wrestling contest against his 5 year old nephew. There was a day when a win against Syb would be a mere formality to him, ohh how the mighty have fallen to cling to such mediocre accomplishments.
Jeremy Tucker : What you mean by replay Suit?
Soutter : I'm glad you asked Jerry. See, there we were, myself, Sly Fondell and the Hawaiian Horror, Kota, now known as the House of Pain, all set to come crash the party known as the Tag Team title match at San Francisco ... take out the prima donna's and go into the Frank with some momentum ... and what happens ... Jonnie Fucken Valentine has us locked out of the arena .... once again protecting them faggots he calls main eventers!
Jeremy Tucker : Protection, in Hardkore World? Say it ain't so!
Soutter : Shock Horror! The hot shots at Hardkore World get protected! Well, I've have had to deal with that my whole career, but nothing is gunna save them now ... now that i am signed up in the Frank with my House of Pain brothers!
Jeremy Tucker : Tell us how that all came about Suit, you and the HoP that is.
Soutter : Well, there we were Jerry, Sly, Packer, Kota and myself sitting in a bar, having a quite drink reminiscing about the good days of SWAT, when the convo turned to the Frank ... next thing you know, we are entered and now here we are, about to win the whole thing.
What a team, we got the mastermind Reginald P Packer .... the Hawaiian Horror Kota, who is even bigger then me!
Then, the Ace with the Face ... Sly Fondell, who is without doubt, the best talent i have EVER had the privilege of working with in this business! And thats saying something.
Andrew Fulton : I'm with you on Sly, he is a rare talent, and i am proud to say a close friend of mine.
Soutter : And mine. And friends in this business are few and far between. Which brings me to one James Fierce.
Fierce! You stabbed me in the, back, and i will never forget that. When you were tagging with me, you were World Heavyweight Champion, i was offered the world, if only i would turn on you, but no, i stayed true and loyal, so what did you do in return ... ditch me so that you could play third fiddle to Hungle and Cobryn. Great career move pal. Do you even realize yet that the only reason they wanted you in was to get one up on ME!
Thats all you are now, the guy who they are stuck with because they wanted to SWERVE the Suit. I hope you are happy, teaming with the bottom of the barrel, Vinnie Silvestri, why aren't you with Cobran or Hungle in this tourney? I'll tell you why, cause they are the "A" team, and you's are the "B" team, or better known as what is left over. And i hope to god you progress in this tourney far enough to meet the HoP ... i will do more then hang your turn coat ass ... I'll Demo you like i have never Demo'd anyone before!
Andrew Fulton : Demo?
Soutter : Thats right, I am going to Demolish this turkey! By the time i am threw with him, he will be crying and begging to be part of the HoP ... (mocking Fierce voice) ... Please Suit, let me in the HoP, it will be just like the old days in the KGB!
What! Before you left me for dead for two guys who couldn't care less about you and only wanted you in to try and one up me? I dont take kindly to being stabbed in the back, and i dont forget!
Jeremy Tucker : Lets move onto another topic ... SWAT, what exactly happened there.
Soutter : I carried that fed on my back for years, and truth be told, i was burnt out. I am a wrestler, first and foremost, but it all got to much, i needed a break, a rest, and now i have had it.
Now i am rejuvenated.
Now i have no other commitments, only kicking ass here in Hardkore World!
The mighty Hardkore World!
Yeah right, the place where the likes of the House of Gold were big stars before we came. the house_of_fucken_gold.
Ha, give me a break.
Jeremy Tucker : You said before we came .. what do you mean by that?
Soutter : Us .. The UWA! The fed X laughed at when Jonnie joined us. Thats the heritage of Hardkore World. House of Gold. Shootfighter. Rated X.
What a joke!
And speaking of jokes, X is the biggest joke of them all ... first he begs me to join him in last years tourney ... i thought about it ... knew Fierce and Shooty couldn't get the job done, sure, they were good for powdering and rubbing my shoulders before a Powerslam challenge ... but could i go all the way with them ... forget about it ... i had to think of myself there ... and told them, man to man ... KGB is on there own in this one ... the look on Fierce's face was saddening ... i thought i had killed his puppy ... i guess that is the motivation to him turning on me.
At least i told him man to man ... i am going this one alone, me and X, we got a shot at winning it. What does he do ... well, we all know what he did, we've been over that allready, and i am sure we will again, but right now we are on X.
This guy begged me to team with him, then he does absolutely jack fucken shit, and starts blaming me for not going hard enough. I carried that team as much as i carried SWAT, as much as i carried the KGB. But as per usual was left to carry the load alone.
So what happens, we dont get the job done and he does a number on me.
Great!
I call his name for 8 months!
Give me X! We were tag partners in the Frank and he cost me! I want X! Give me X!
What do i get, West Coast title matches with Lonewolf! Ugh! Who's he teaming with by the way, 13? Please ....
Then, 9 months later, my knee's are shot, my back is aching, i just need a rest, I let Jonnie know, I need some time off, and what does he do. Gives me X!
Well Fuck you X1
And Fuck you Jonnie!
And Fuck anyone else who comes up against the House of Pain!
We aren't here to Fuck around!
Can i say Fuck again?
Why Fucking not!
That piece of shit X, what does he do when he gets the match with me, after i have handed in my notice ... turkey starts ripping on my fed SWAT, after five years of putting out high quality show .. meanwhile cunt's own fed in Japland is sitting dormant after a whole two shows, maybe three tops.
Fuck him!
Jeremy Tucker : I am sorry Suit, we are going to have to cut it short there, we have gone way over time, and frankly you are a little worked up right now ...
Suit jumps out of his chair as we begin to fade ....
Soutter : Worked up ... WORKED FUCKEN UP! You god damn right I'm worked u ....
Show fades to ....
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:39:10 GMT
The scene returns to the studio setting, Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton in semi casual dress.
Jeremy Tucker : Hello, and welcome to another episode, of Tales of the Suit! Alongside me ...
Jerry is cut off as Soutter storms onto the set.
Soutter : Sorry Jerry, seems i have say his name in the first five lines or he dont see it!
Rated X!!!
You god damned piece of shit! Who are you trying to impress challenging Shootfighter? Is that what you have sunken to? I sit and watch, and i ask myself, is this weakest, most half assed, lazy, pathetic stuff X has ever put out, or has always been this bad and Jonnie just makes him look like gold anyway.
It doesn't take long to make the correct conclusion.
I call your name for a year un answered, and when i hand in notice, you con Jonnie into a match. You mock Shooty for not answering you, when you dont answer others, SWAT closed because you didn't join, give me a spell! What a crock of crap that is, not even worth wasting my time on that one.
Grow a sack pal, and for god sakes, put a little effort into it, Matt Boone, that got old 3 years ago.
Soutter calms himself and takes a seat along with Jerry and Fulton
Jeremy Tucker : So, last episode we went of the air with you a little worked up Suit, and surprise surprise, we kick this one off right where left off.
Andrew Fulton : He is always like this Jerry, running around like a god damn stress head 24/7.
Jeremy Tucker : Only when you are around Fulton, you tend to have that effect on people. So Suit, how are you enjoying being "back in the game".
Soutter : I couldn't be happier Jerry, this is what its all about, the build up to a big show and match, gets the blood flowing, the anticipation is what i love Jerry, this is what i do, better then any other. This is who i am.
Andrew Fulton : What about Cobryn?
Soutter : Too busy babysitting Yuko's brat. That guy has lost the plot. Best thing for him would be throw her, and that dead weight partner of his to the curb. Do you know he is still bragging about pinning Syb in that tag match, like its some big accomplishment, it is truly sad to see, a man who once held himself so highly and set lofty standards for the rest of us to aspire to, become so complacent. He always was more impressed with himself then anyone else was, but the way he clings to that pinfall on Syb ... Syb of all people, its actually sickening.
But thats enough on Cobryn, he loves his name being mentioned far to much for me to anymore.
Jeremy Tucker : What about Syb then, you mentioned him there in passing.
Soutter : That worm will never be half the man i am. I ran him around in circles for three months, beat the living shit out of him, had the title in the palm of hand, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. I can snap him like a twig, on a moments notice. He knows it, I know it, everyone knows it.
Andrew Fulton : If that is the case, then why aren't you the champ?
Soutter : Fierce. Fierce and Hungle, its that simple to me. Hungturd paid Fierce off to get one over on me, didn't want to see me champ. Thats fair enough, i would expect nothing less from him, maybe Jonnie can give me a chance at revenge on him in 8 months time, you know, just after i have told him i am going on a trip and need a show off or something.
As for Fierce. He is paying the price for turning on me every day. He walks into that Next Chapter locker room and wonders what the hell he is doing there. He looks at Cobryn, then he looks at Hung, who is normally carrying a phone or something over to Cobryn, see's the disinterest in there eye's at his presence, and he knows.
He takes it though, like the walk behinder he is, he plays on the B team with Silvestri.
He gets choked out by McNeely, and sure, they make save for him .... "after" Syb has cost him the belt and McNeely has hung him like he stole a loaf of bread. Great "save" guys. Where were they when you needed them Fierce? Patting each other on the back and telling each other how "Great" they are most likely.
Jeremy Tucker : Ok, how about the new House of Pain, give us some details on that.
Soutter : Gladly! You got myself, The Big Bad Bustling Bandit, The Centre of Attention. Mad Dog Paul Soutter
Master of the Powerslam!
Number ONE man in this business!
Sly Fondell, who is arguably the best going around in this business at the moment. This guy has it all, every tool in the trade, a true master of his craft.
Kota, the Hawaiian Horror, this man is a savage, and knows only what he knows, which is to hurt. Hunt and hurt, and he likes it. No, he loves it.
And so do I. Then you have the brains behind the package, Reginald P Packer. This man is a mastermind, and knows this business as well as any i have worked with before.
We are here for a purpose. And thats to win. Simple as that. You dont assemble a superstar team like this to come second.
We are the House of Pain!
And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:39:46 GMT
[Scene opens to The Centre of Attention Paul Soutter standing in front of a Frank A Marano banner backstage.]
Soutter : Happy Faces? Give me a spell.
[Suit rolls his eyes to the camera.]
This is the tripe we have to go through to progress in this tourney? Shit, may as well be a bye. I allready had the first match off with Sly and Kota doing the dirty work, and now i am just busting at the seams to rip some turkey to pieces, These Happy wankers will be just the tune up i need heading into the real stuff.
Did i see you punks allude that we ran our great fed at SWAT anything but cochere? I take that as a personal affront, a cheap shot, angering the likes of me will do nothing for you but insure a long stay in the hospital.
Men like me can end boys like your's career, in a heartbeat!
And to say we are new around these parts, turn it up, this is MY fed dip shit.
We closed down SWAT for one reason, and one reason only, to concentrate purely and simply on our wrestling careers.
But this isn't about SWAT, and it sure as hell isn't about the Happy Freaken Faces.
Its about the House of Pain!
You can bring Roscoe Law, Greg The Great Daniels, the only Greg around here worth mentioning, sure as hell not your Georgeous Greg wannabe. Shit, you can bring Frank Marano himself, nothing will save the Happy Faces from this match. Nothing will stop us.
We are going all the way.
McNeely, you counted your chickens before they hatched dickhead. Meet us in the second round, thats pretty hard when you cant even get past the first.
Ha!
[Suit has a good chuckle at McNeely's shortcomings. Of which there are many of but he regains his composure none the less.]
I'll give you one thing Happy Faces, you are triers, but trying will only get you so far, then other things come into play, things like strength, power, ring generalship, experience, god given talent!
Things you wouldnt know the meaning of, things that we have in abundance!
Let me tell you exactly who you are dealing with.
You are dealing with the House of Pain! The greatest gathering of talent ever to be assembled in a wrestling ring.
Sly Fondell!
Kota!
Reginald P Packer!
Legacy!
and ME!
The Centre of Attention!
The Master of the Powerslam!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The Suit!
Mad Dog Paul Soutter!
The number ONE man in this industry today!
I got the Skill to Thrill!
The name to entertain!
I'm loud and proud!
AND I LIKE IT LIKE THAT!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:40:25 GMT
Scene opens up to a desk in the locker room, former SWAT commentators Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton sitting behind it like they got a panel talk show.
Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back to the Frank Marano tourney folks ... (Fulton yawns) ... the tourney is progressing nicely and is now heading to the business end.
Andrew Fulton : Progressing nicely, we have been here at this marathon longer then David Hicks in Guantanamo Bay! What are we even doing here anyway Jerry, we dont work for these guys.
Jeremy Tucker : Supporting The Suit!
Andrew Fulton : Hasn't he got 27 people "supporting him" allready accompanying him to the ring?
Jeremy Tucker : Lets be Frank, bastard owns own life, even with the fed closed our contracts good for another three years, but that means ....
Soutter power walks onto the set, trademark Hawaiian shirt over the Frank t-shirt. He pulls up a chair and joins them "in the panel"
Soutter : What that means is you two clowns are my personal promo crew until further notice! Tales of the Suit! Corny panels shows, whatever it takes, just so long as i ain't reduced to standing beside Matt Boone time after time after time again. Ugh. Get some variation you fucken hack!
X!
One year!
One long year its been!
One year since we joined together to form the team that couldn't be beaten, and then what happened, yep, we got beat!
The worst decision of my life.
I shunned my own stablemates at the time in the KGB, to team with a hump like you, next thing you know, my former team mate and best friend James Fierce turns on me and costs me the Hardkore World Heavyweight Championship. All because i shunned him for you!
What was i thinking.
The first half of the year after our unbeatable team got beat, i called your name time after time. All unanswered. You can only get knocked back from the hot chick so many times before you sort of lose interest. Then what happens, i lose interest and hand in my notice, who do i get, Rated X!
Of course.
What a joke that was.
So hear we are all over again. Third round of the Frank. Most of the dead wood eliminated allready, the Corporations, Happy Faces, Syberus's and the like. Once again, one of us will be gone, and once again, the team responsible for the elimination of one of us going onto the final and taking out the whole thing.
Could that one to go on and take out the tourney be me?
Should it be me?
Of course it should, i am 50 times the worker you are.
Will it be?
That remains to be seen.
What you fail to realize is that you are up against far more then just "the Suit".
Your up against the House of Pain!
We got the Hawaiian Horror Kota! The Legendary Legacy, The Ace with the Face, Sly Fondell!
And yours truly.
All put together by the brains of Reginald P Packer.
We didn't put this unit together to fall short in the 3rd round to a masked clown and some random dude in a mask he is calling his son, who is only there for the sole purpose of taking the fall when its time for another X loss.
For gods sake X, you cant even beat Kilroy anymore, and he has been half assing it for the last two years.
A man like myself will never let a pig like you get the better of him. NEVER!
I am The Centre of Attention!
The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The Suit!
The Master of the Powerslam!
The number ONE man in this industry today.
I got the skill to thrill!
The name to entertain!
Im loud and proud!
I'm going all the way in the Frank with the HoP!
and i like it like that!
Suit tips the desk over and storms out, Tucker and Fulton smiling to each other with the intensity of the Suit as we fade.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:40:58 GMT
Truth hurt?
We see Soutter in the HoP locker room, rest of the House of Pain stretching and getting ready for there match with Team X.
Soutter : Truth hurt Syb? Touch a nerve? Fuck Me? No, fuck you! Fuck you and the rest of the dead wood allready out of the tourney. Rip X about Kayfabe then say you are out of the tourney because you need to defend the belt next show, yeah, right.
Fuck you to X! You dont know shit and have to be the biggest wanker i have ever come across. Its going to be a pleasure to beat the living tar out of you and that kid along for the ride with ya.
Soutter stretches his arms out then cracks his knuckles.
Sometimes i ask myself, is this thing that we do wrestling, or has it became debating 101. Tonight, its neither. Tonight its a bloodbath. Tonight, the blood of Rated X will be on the hands of the House of Pain.
Tonight, the ohh so promising career of Kyle ... (Soutter rolls his eye's) ... comes to a screeching, paralysing holt.
Tonight the House of Pain show the rest of the turkeys's left in this baby ... THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE YOU SYB, YOUR ALLREADY OUT, FIRST ROUND ELIMINATION I BELIEVE ... tonight we show them exactly what we are about and what we have in store.
The Frank belongs to the House, you jibs just don't realize it yet.
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:41:27 GMT
We see The Centre of Attention, Mad Dog Paul Soutter, pacing back and forth in front of a Hardkore World Banner, his body language is that of an angry man, evidenced by the steam practically coming from his ears. Is he wearing a Hawaiian Shirt? Who cares, Kyle X dont need one why should he.
Team Fucking X wins the Frank!
Now i have seen it all!
Let me get this straight.
Last year, i teamed with X. In the process turning my back on my beloved stable of the KGB and alienating myself from them, which in turn cost me the World Heavyweight Championship a few months later when the inevitable turn came.
Be that as it may, that was my choice, i am a big boy and can live with my own decisions.
What i cant live with is Team X winning the Frank.
As i was saying, last year, X and i teamed only to fall short in the third round.
What happens, this year, X has his punk kid Kyle carry his bags, and they are able to take out the whole damn thing, defeating myself and the House of Pain along the way.
Give me a fucken break!
By simple way of deduction, that would lead one to believe that Kyle X is better then me. That i can not, and will not live with.
I give my all each and every time i enter the ring, and for far to long have i been overlooked for prima donna's and hot shots.
Guys who couldn't walk a week in my shoes, guys who look pretty on the poster. Guys who cry after each loss and think its there god given right to main event every other show.
Kyle X! You may be the fall guy in all this, the patsy if you will. I mean you contribute about as much as Matt Boone, but at this stage i dont really care. You are going to find out exactly who is better, you or i, and its not going to be six months from now like last year was for me after i got sick and tired of calling your hack of a fathers name and left the fed.
In the mean time, i will mow down each and every bum that is put in front of me.
Starting with these Starfuckers.
You call yourself Muta? Thats enough reason for me, after this match, you will once again be gazing at the Stars!
Courtesy of The Big Bad Bustling Bandit and Kota!
The House of Pain!
And i like it like that!
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Post by Soutter on Jun 23, 2007 23:42:00 GMT
Is it just me or is Cobryn Vs Syb not living up to the hype? Let down would be the term. Major disappointment. Sorry State of Affairs.
Scene opens up on The Suit sitting on his Bellardo Avenue Inn front porch.
What a lackluster effort by these two chumps, although i must say, i wasn't expecting much more to begin with.
You know, I believe this must be the first time in his career, that in that back of his head, Sweet Mouth Cobryn is hoping he loses. Sure he'll deny it, but really, he knows, as do we all, that the winner of the Syb / Cobryn match, will just be holding onto the belt until the winner of the MRI match takes it from them.
Be it Dan or Pat. Either will destroy our "supposed franchise". Imagine that, Cobryn as a transitional champ! Ha!
Soutter bellows out a hearty laugh.
That makes me laugh!
Soutter chuckles some more.
No, no. Believe you me, Coby wants to lose this match. And you can help him Hungle!
This is your chance, be a man! Help the team and yourself. Go out there and cost Cobryn the match! He has no qualms leaving you with the shit to defend the tag belts, why dont you grow a sack allready and at least try and salvage something of your pathetic career, before its too late!
Vinnie Silvestri! Give me a break, I heard some new guy asking what he has ever done without the Chapter, let me give you a hot tip Bryant, he ain't done sqwat WITH them, let alone without. And now, he is going to be responsible for costing them there belts. Now that i think of it, there is another who wants to lose there match, ain't that right Hungleturd. This way you can blame Vinnie for all of your shortcomings.
What i want to know though, is just who the hell do you think you are Silvestri? You think you have the pull around here, or respect to pull the stunts your pulling? How can you run someone out of the fed when you cant even beat our prelim workers. Consider yourself damn lucky that the likes of the Next Chapter even let you walk behind them, and GROW UP! You make me sick!
Heck, Yuko would of been a better choice to defend them tag straps for you Sweet Mouth. Lord knows she has enough experience with "tag teaming".
I smell a change in the guard around here at Hardkore World. Things are getting pretty old. This MRI match is the beginning of it. Finally the Steins and Pats get the chance to shine. Then we got LuJo, the man is a star. Karnage is back! This is who the fed should be building itself around, not these wankers that all think they are gods gift to Hardkore World.
Rated X! Your number one on the what the hell is he doing up the top of the card list! Your son second, guilty by association!
Cobryn, Syberus! You two follow.
I am making it my personal goal and mission, to run you turkey's down every opportunity i get.
Just because i can!
Hungle, i would of liked to throw you in that list, but see, HW powers have allready seen the light. But don't worry, i will still run you down as well. You see, that is something i quite enjoy, i don't know if i could ever stop. You Hungle, are where these other guys should be. When people say, look, this guy is getting rammed down our throats, and they need an example of what should happen, they use you. I hear it in the crowd all the time.
Why cant that wake up to themselves and stop pushing this clown down our throats, throw him to the wolves, he is no good. "like they did with Hunglestein."
Hey Fierce! Free bit of advice for an old friend. If you wanna develop a catch phrase, try not saying it 46 times in the one promo. Once or twice is quite sufficient. Dont worry though, catch phrases dont mean shit here. Actually, they ain't meant shit anywhere for a while. Since the days of Rock and Austin. What do we got now? Mizfits? Suck It? Ugh.
Stargazers! Dont think i have forgotten you two grubs. The fact that i even have to face you guys is a disgrace!
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