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Post by Ben Zenith on Jan 5, 2008 4:51:29 GMT -5
A Tag Team Match between four men who will team together for the first time. I have a feeling that this will be an exciting match to say the least.
Dave McIntyre/Ethan Everhart vs. VIP/Tony Maverick
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Post by vincent on Jan 8, 2008 14:51:27 GMT -5
**VIP is sitting on his yacht in Miami, Florida. He is drinking some wine, while looking at the sun set. He is wearing an all white suit and dark shades. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees an NBA Cameraman sneaking up onto the yacht. VIP sees him and immediately calls him out.**
VIP: "Hey, what you doin here? Who let you up on my yacht? Well, it don't matter right now, so hold that camera still and shut up! I got a message for my opponents in my upcoming tag match."
**VIP sets down his drink and looks into the camera.**
VIP: "Everhart, I know you must still be hurt from the pounding you recieved at the hands of Craig Lovecraft and Jimmy Ice. So I'm gonna do you a favor and leave you at the hands of my partner Tony Maverick. Now don't think I won't kick your ass Ethan, If you try me. Now as for my partner. I honestly don't know much about him, and he obviously don't know me, but one thing that Maverick can count on is that I'm a professional. If you're my partner, I damn straight got your back! So when we come in to NBA Surge, you better believe that Maverick and myself are the better team."
**VIP takes another sip of his wine, and places it back down. He removes his shades and stares into the camera in front of him.**
VIP: "Last, but most definitely least, I need to address Dave "I Got No Personality Whatsoever" McIn-Tired! You see, I don't care if you're too chicken to face me by yourself that you have to hide behind a partner. Now granted son, your ass got lucky the last time, but this time, I'm walking away with the win. Dave, listen up real good. I want a rematch for my United States Title, and I plan on getting it soon. The morons up in management want to play games with V.I.P. Well, V.I.P. knows how to play their kind of games. You better watch yourself Dave, cause I'm coming to take you out! I'm coming to beat your ass so bad that when it's all said and done, they won't even be able to recognize you. Dave, even with Ethan's injury, you're the weakest link in your team. I plan on exposing you for the worthless, gutless coward you really are!"
**VIP notices that he has run out of wine. He tosses it away and calls on one of his Top 10 models.**
VIP: "One of you bitches need to bring me a drink now!"
**One of the model quickly runs with the drink and hands it to him. He takes it from her hands and sets it down. He pretends to go for a kiss, and as she closes her eyes, VIP grabs her and launches her into the water.**
VIP: BITCH! Don't ever run towards me with a drink when you know I'm wearing an all white suit! Shit, you can't get good help these days."
**VIP looks at the cameraman and slaps the camera out of his hands.**
VIP: "Now get the steppin fool, you on private property."
**VIP grabs him as well, and launches him into the water also. He takes another sip of his wine and puts his shades back on. The video focus on the sun set and the scene fades to black.**
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Post by Ethan Everhart on Jan 9, 2008 0:02:01 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The scene takes us back to the Georgia Dome, in Atlanta Georgia. it is the last match of the year 2007, for NBA Saturday Night Surge.[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Moments later, we see Ethan taken in an ambulance to the nearby hospital in Atlanta. Erin is with him. She gently squeezes his hand, as the tears from her eyes continue to flow. Ian is driving in the car behind them. His mind, filled with concern for his friend. Back in the ambulance, Ethan is visibly in pain, as he turns to his side.[/glow]
Ethan: Mrrgh....back hurts.
Paramedic: We're doing everything we can Mr. Everhart, please try to relax.
[glow=red,2,300]The scene fades to a hospital room in Las Vegas, Nevada. It is now Dec 25, 2007, Christmas Day. Ethan has been hospitalized for nearly a week. Although he has miraculously healed from most of his injuries, the doctors have kept him in the hospital for observational reasons. Ethan stands by an open window, his mind races with thoughts of that fateful day. Suddenly, Erin enters the room with a small box in her hand. Behind her, Ian Mason enters the room, dragging with him a large filled bag. [/glow]
Erin: Merry Christmas Honey!
[glow=red,2,300]A grin appears across the face of Ethan. He kisses his lovely wife Erin and hugs his long time friend and manager, Ian Mason. He quickly notices the huge bag.[/glow]
Ethan: Wow, you guys shouldn't have. I know it's Christmas but...
Ian: No Ethan. This is just a few fan letters that came for you this week.
[glow=red,2,300]Ethan is shocked in amazement that so many fans would write to him. He looks over to Erin who has a smile on her face. [/glow]
Erin: But I do have a gift for you sweety.
[glow=red,2,300]She hands him the box. Ethan is visibly touched by her actions. He quickly tears off the gift wrap and opens a small box that contains an engraved golden pin with the words, "You're still my champion." He kisses his wife in grattitude.[/glow]
Ethan: Thanks hon. Did you open the gift I left you under the tree?
Erin: Yes, and I can't wait to go to Hawaii baby. Thanks!
Ian: Hawaii? Am I going?
Ethan: What do you think?
Ian: Yeah, I'll just wait for you two lovebirds to come back when you can.
Erin: Yes, and we can finally forget about you wrestling and going back to being a magician.
[glow=red,2,300]There is a moment of silence. Ethan turns away sadly. Ian coughs loudly, as Erin takes a look at the both of them. She sighs angrily at first, but then begins to cry. She puts her hand to her face and tries to compose herself. [/glow]
Erin: You can't be serious Ethan! I...I don't want to see you ever get hurt again. I just dont! I love you too much baby. Do you know how hard it was to see you in pain? Those other two men hit you with everything but the kitchen sink, and instead of just staying down, your stubborn ass kept getting back up like a bad Michael Myers film. No, I am not going to be part of this...this suicidal effort of yours.
Ethan: Erin, this is my dream. If you take away my dream, then you might as well put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. I don't want to lose you love, but please don't ask me to give up on my dreams, please. Do you know that every time I kicked out, it was because I drew strength knowing that you were there by my side. If you leave my side now babe, I don't think I could ever get up from that.
Ian: Ahem. If I may.
[glow=red,2,300]Ian has pulled out several fan letters from the huge mail bag. He opens one after the other and begins to read them before Ethan and Erin.[/glow]
Ian: "Dear Ethan Ever-heart, I was there during your match, and I have to say that I was never a fan of yours before that night. In fact, I started booing you, but ending up cheering for you. I was contemplating leaving school, but after seeing your match, I changed my mind. You showed me that if I never give up on my dreams. One day, I will accomplish them. Sincerely, Fred M."
"Dear Ethan, I am a mother of three boys, who are fatherless during the holidays. My husband of eleven years was killed in Iraq over six months ago, serving his country. Every Saturday Night he and the kids would watch wrestling, but I didn't. You were his favorite wrestler. The only gift the kids wanted for Christmas was the Ethan Everhart action figure. I didn't understand why the wanted the toy so badly, so for the first time I sat down with my kids to watch Saturday Night Surge. I cried during your match. I cannot count how many times I yelled at the T.V. screen. Even though you lost, the kids and I still cheered for you. For a moment I could feel as though my husband was there with me. You reminded me of his passion for life. He was a man who never gave up on his dreams. Who always fought for what he believed in. Aside from my husband, my kids never had a real living role model to look up to, until now. Thank you for being a role model to my kids, and for reminding me that when life has you down, all it takes is for you to get back up. Truly yours, Mary T. Wilson."
[glow=red,2,300]Erin looks over at Ethan and places her head against his chest.[/glow]
Erin: I'm sorry love. I will never ask you to leave wrestling again.
Ian: Hey, you got a Christmas card by Jimmy Ice.
"Hey Ethan, Me and Missy just wanted to wish you and your loved ones a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thanks for one hell of a match. Even though you didn't win the title, you have earned my respect, and the respect of the fans. You really showed heart out there. I have no doubt that you will once again be wearing gold around your waist. Take care and God speed. Sincerely, Jimmy Ice and Missy Monroe."
Erin: Then that settles it. I'm going to be by your side in every event from now on.
Ethan: Thank you sweetheart. VIP and Tony Maverick are my opponents on the first NBA Surge of 2008. But I won't be alone this time, cause in my corner I have the NBA United States Champion, Dave McIntyre. This match is going to be one for the ages. Now Ian, I want you to read me some more letters.
[glow=red,2,300]The scene fades to January 4th 2008. Ethan is in a private training facility in Toronto, Canada with Ian and Erin, as he prepares for his match. He is in the ring dominating his sparring partner. Ian looks over to Erin. [/glow]
Ian: He's doing great. Better than great. So, this is it Erin. Are you ready?
Erin: I'm ready. And so is he.
[glow=red,2,300]The scene fades, and we see Ethan standing in the center of the ring with Erin. She gives him a huge hug and the scene fades to black.[/glow]
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Post by vincent on Jan 10, 2008 2:51:51 GMT -5
**VIP is walking backstage during a live NBA Event. He is dressed for action. An NBA camera crew is backstage filming. He stops and begins talking into the camera about his upcoming match.**
VIP: You know me, I'm not going to stand here and rant about how incredible my team is, and how my partner is the man, etc. etc. To be honest, I could care less about my partner, who has apparently chosen to remain silent. Tony maverick, you betta not let me down on this one. I don't plan on losing because my partner is a no show. If you're like one of these guys that sign up and leave, then you should not have wasted anyones time, especially mines. I never asked for a tag match anyways. I am a singles competitor at heart. I hope that next time the jokers up in NBA Management remember that. I'm the most important player in this match. I 'm the only real draw in this match, which is why they call me V-I-P!!!
**VIP appears as though he is about to walk away but stops and turns around to speak once more into the camera.**
VIP: There's a sayin that my moms used to always say, "speak up and you will be heard." But I don't hear anyone speaking, except for Ethan and Myself. They should have made this a singles match then, because not even that Douche McIntyre is saying anything. I feel for you Ethan. My question is, how the hell is McIntyre still NBA United States Champion? You have got to be kidding me. Dave comes in here and pretends to be some sort of big shot. He wins the title and poof! He becomes a bigger magician than Ethan, by doing a dissapearin act every now and then. McIntyre, I am gunnin for my U.S. Title. I should have won it in the first place, not you. You are not better than me son. So go ahead and keep silent all you want. Keep trying to avoid me all you like, but eventually I am taking what belongs to me.
**VIP motions with his hands and circles his waist, signifying that the title will be his soon.**
VIP: Everhart, I'm gonna give you some props. You at least are trying to make this a fight. But all of those Hallmark moments ain't gonna help you not one bit. All you got was a few cards compared to me. I get more fan mail in a week then what you get in the whole year. Everybody wants to be like V-I-P. Yeah boy, even you want to be like me. Don't try and deny it.
Maybe you should take your ugly ass wife's advice and retire from this sport. Trust me, nobody is going to miss you. If your manager Ian Mason is smart enough, he'll stop managing a zero and start managing a hero. But enough of this. If you got somethin more to say, I'll be right here waiting for you.
**VIP walks away and the scene fades away to black.**
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Beast
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Post by Beast on Jan 12, 2008 19:51:20 GMT -5
***The scene fades in during a hot sunny day in the lovely Mesa, Arizona. Tony Maverick is seen making his way to the front door of his Arizona Mansion. As he reaches the door, he turns the door knob and steps inside, with the camera following. As Tony makes his way down the hall, he stops at a door with a sign on it that says “Maverick’s Office”. Tony steps inside it and it appears to be a HUGE office filled with indescribable stuff from Merchandise, to business info. As Tony continues walking, his eyes seemed to be focused on the plasma flat screen T.V. hanging in the far northern wall. As his eyes stay focused on the television, an NBA commercial hits. The previews for Tony’s debut are shown. A grimace spreads swiftly across Tony’s face as he begins to chuckle.***
Tony: Well it’s finally here. My debut has made its way into NBA and now its reality. I am an official wrestler in world wide known roster of the NBA. Every time my debut crossed my mind I will admit, it gave me butterflies in my stomach because I truly did not know what to think. I thought maybe just maybe I could be up for a five star match against an old rival of mine, Anthony Tarantino from XPW. Or maybe even a 5 star battle between me and the legend himself, Jimmy Ice. But nope, it was neither of the two. It was announced quite a while ago, and to be honest I truly didn’t expect it to be THIS big. It will be “The Savage Machine” Tony Maverick teaming up with VIP to take on a well known legend Dave McIntire, along with his partner, Ethan Everhart. Okay first, these are men that I truly, have no history on. I know close to nothing about all three of the guys. But that’s ok. I have faith in the business and I trust the staff to make correct decisions. All shall go well, because I plan on starting my career, along with 2008 . . . with a bang. So let me do this step by step.
**Tony grabs the universal remote to his plasma television. As the NBA commercial ends, he flips through the channels and certain something catches his attention. He stops on a channel which appears to be playing his partner VIP’s promo.**
Tony: Oh look what we have here! Perfect timing. Let me start this bad boy off with some word on my partner. VIP, I have no clue who you are or what your about and I am not here for friends, but the only way were going to get this done is if we work together. Sure we can blab off about how good we are and about how much were going to kick our opponent’s ass but come on now, let’s be real. Dave is a legend whether we want to believe it or not. But there is just a dim difference between him and I, he is old and washed up. Now that some new energy has brought itself into the NBA locker room, how much does Dave have left? Is he ready to feud with yet, ANOTHER fierce competitor such as the savage machine? I doubt it, but I will leave that question open for him. But back to you. You are kind of like me, Young . . . Cocky, self proclaiming to be the best. These are reasons why I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. So lets combine our skills and develop a monster. A monster that nobody can stop, Not even the legend himself . . . Dave McIntyre. So what is it going to be VIP, are you willing to put your ego to a stop for one night and one night only. Are you willing to go with the flow and team well with the future of NBA, Tony Maverick? I will these questions open for you, and they shall be within your reach.
**VIP’s promo comes to its end and Tony chuckles. Tony just nods his head and continues over towards the desk. As he reaches the desk, he stops in front of it and continues his speech with a smile steadily spread across his face.**
Tony: Now the legend himself, Dave McIntyre. It is your turn to get a piece of my mind. Dave, you are a legend no doubt. But come on now lets be real. Don’t you think there is a time in a man’s career where he needs to just hang the boots? Put a stop to his career. You have been in and out of the wrestling ring for far too long. You have headlines the NBA on a regular basis. So its time to pass the torch, give it up and move on with your life. I mean, do you want to be known as the Ric flair of NBA? The guy with the wrinkled up skin and orangutan titties lost in the center of a new aged wrestling ring. I know for sure I wouldn’t want to. So why don’t you take my advice and take it like a man. Call it quits. I mean, your stepping into the ring with a monster so no matter what, your career is over. But how it will happen? That’s the question. Either with my bare hands, or your brain. That decision is open for you. But I advise you to just leave on your own because I guarantee you because when I step into the ring I step into the ring hard. So its fact and its only reality that this match wont be pretty. Surge marks the start of a new era. It is time for the savage takeover; I have the NBA in the palm of my hands.
**Tony heads over to the opposite side of the table to the side he was just on. He slowly sits down on the thrown designed office chair. After a few moments, he leys back and puts his legs on the table, takes out a cigar, puts it in his mouth and lights. After one drag, he continues.**
Tony: Now Ethan Everhart. First off, who are you? Honestly, when I think of great wrestlers or when I hear about skilled wrestlers, your name has yet to be mentioned. But hey, I guess there’s not room for all of us in such a category is there? I did see that last promo of yours. My thoughts are, you put in work . . . but I’m not impressed. You failed to mention anything about me, whether it be positive or negative. Do you know what that shows you to be? It shows you to be a damn coward. What was it? What made you not want to speak of me? Was it because you saw my contract and sensed a monster? Most likely. You should fear me. Many do, and the ones that don’t, well, they get punished in the long run. So if you fear me, that’s on you. But if you don’t, then you shall receive a shot of reality so you can find out what real wrestling is all about. The New Breed to the New Breed Alliance is here, the name is Tony Maverick, A living franchise. The Elite. So with that said, Surge marks your downfall. You have no clue what you got yourself into..
Make the wrong move playa’ . . . it’s on you!
***As Tony takes another long, yet smooth, drag out of his cigar. He pulls his legs from off the table and pulls himself back to a vertical base. He heads over to the far southern window and looks out getting an excellent view of Mesa City and begins to chuckle as the screen fades to black.*** |
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Post by Ethan Everhart on Jan 12, 2008 23:48:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The scene opens on Erin Everhart, who is seen with her arms crossed and wearing a sexy blue dress. Ian Mason is on his cellphone, as usual. Erin looks on as Ethan, along with his personal trainers, work hard in the ring, perfecting his trade. He has been at it for more than an hour. It has been a long year filled with ups and downs, but the Oracle appears to be more focused than ever before. He has elevated his game to a whole other dimension. NBA has been filming him for several days now. Throughout most of that that, he had not spoken a single word, until now.[/glow]
Ethan: It's the first NBA Surge of the year. And what a year it has been. In my first match here in the NBA, I manage to beat out five other men to win the NBA World Television title. I manage to hold that title for nearly a year. To top the year off, I get to the finals to compete for a World title and although I didn't win, many have been saying that THAT match has cemented me in NBA History. Now it's 2008, and in the first match of the year, I am in a tag team match against VIP and the debuting Tony Maverick. In my last promo, it wasn't so much about my physical opponents. What it showed was my hunger and determination to reach the absolute pinnacle of our sport this year. I just don't plan on wearing any gold, I plan on wearing THE gold. Now, I want to talk directly to the first two men that NBA has placed in front of McIntyre and myself this year.
Maverick, And here I thought that VIP was the only big mouth around here. Maverick, I actually thought that when the time came for you to speak up that somehow, it would have been worth the wait. You mean to tell me that we waited all this time to hear from you, and THAT was the best you could do? What a letdown. How very unoriginal of you Maverick to play the "who are you?" card, or how about my all time favorite, the "coward" card. Really Tony, the only reason why I didn't say much about you is because I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I assumed you had something intelligent to say.
[glow=red,2,300]Ethan walks over to the corner, where Erin meets him with a bottle of water and a kiss.[/glow]
Ethan: So with a few days left until Surge, that was your debut promo? God help you. Finally, VIP has found a partner who is as loud and obnoxious as he is. Congratulations to the both of you. You truly deserve each other. So you call yourself the Savage Machine, huh? That in itself, Is a joke waiting to happen.
[glow=red,2,300]Ethan and Erin give off a chuckle. Ethan takes a drink of water.[/glow]
Ethan: VIP, I think you've been hanging out too long at that yacht of yours. You really need to get out some more. VIP, you're worried about who gets more fan mail? Sometimes I think you talk so much that you actually have no idea what's coming out of your mouth. My wife got a kick out your little comment about her being ugly, especially after seeing those skanks you hang out with.
[glow=red,2,300]Erin puts her hand to her mouth and laughs.[/glow]
Ethan: I can understand how you could be more focused on the United States title than on this match, but if you're not careful, that will be your teams downfall. I know that we have yet to hear from my partner, but I have no doubt that we will hear from him soon enough. Dave McIntyre is the NBA U.S. Champion, and with good reason. I am sure that he will not dissapoint.
Erin: Baby, you should get back to training.
[glow=red,2,300]Ethan gives his wife another kiss and hands her the water bottle.[/glow]
Ethan: Thanks babe.
[glow=red,2,300]Ian looks over while he is still on the phone, taking care of business. He gives Ethan the thumbs up. Ethan nods to him, turns around and continues his training.[/glow]
Ethan: Let's do this.
[glow=red,2,300]The scene fades away as we see a proud look on the face of Erin.[/glow]
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Davey
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Post by Davey on Jan 13, 2008 16:33:00 GMT -5
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
We open on the eerie Morningside cemetery. The light of the day is giving way to darkness as the cold Edinburgh evening draws in. One by one the street limps begin to flicker to life, lighting the path through the darkness. The cemetery is a creepy place in the daylight, but by night? By night is simply frightening.
The silence is broken by the creaking and scraping of the cemetery’s huge iron gates being pushed open, and being dragged across the concrete path. Through the gates emerges a familiar figurer, dressed all in black, and completing his look with a baseball cap pulled down to hide his face, which tries, but fails to hide his identity. It is plainly obvious that this is NBA US champion Dave McIntyre, the question is why is he here?
Dave makes his way slowly down the pathway, the light dusting of snow that is left from the previous day’s snowfall crunches under his feet as he makes his way off the track and begins weaving in and out of tombstones till he gets to the one he is looking for. He kneels down in front of the stone and brushes the snow away. In the pale orange glow of the street lamp we can just about make out the name Linda McIntyre, Dave’s late mother.
McIntyre: Well mam, that’s it, another year over, and a new one has begun, ad yeah, I’m still in that god forsaken business that you hated so much.
Its been a strange old sort of year for me mam, a year in which I achieved almost everything I had set out to do since day one in this business. I got my own wrestling company when I took over PWO back in March, that was the big one, after that happened I slowed down my wrestling schedule to almost nothing so I could concentrate on running what was becoming one of the best organizations in the world of wrestling today, but there was one stand out moment before I took myself out the game.
Steel goes for the spinning Kick, he misses, he misses! Dave kicks him in the gut, this could be it, could the dream be about to come true?
Dave drops Jake Steel with the pure perfection before falling across him, both men completely spent after the war they have been through.
…1
…2
…3!!!
Dave has done it, Dave has won the EPW world title, Dave had become the first ever grand slam winner in EPW History. Dreams do come true!
McIntyre: That’s right mam, I finally did it. After all the years, after all the pain, after all the blood the sweat and the tears I reached the top in EPW, just like I had always told you I would. I really wish that you could have been there to share it with me.
Dave pauses to look up into the darkness of the nights sky. It’s a brilliantly clear night and the stars are out, lighting up the night sky.
McIntyre: Then, as always happens when I’m happy, life went to shit. Lara threw a bitch fit and threatened to leave again. I had to leave the business to go and sort out my family, I really thought It was game over for me and wrestling.
As luck would have it, things worked out at home, and just around the time we got it sorted I got a phone call from a very good friend of mine, and he told me about a new place for me, a new challenge…..a new breed if you will. That’s right, Jimmy Ice had just brought Dave McIntyre to NBA.
Dave turns his attention away from his mothers headstone and instead looks dead ahead, as if he was looking into the souls of everyone at home as he made his address.
McIntyre: 2008, a new year, a new beginning. Well that’s seems to be the idea that a few of you have. Me? I have other ideas. Now VIP old buddy old pal, let me start if I may by talking to you, let me take you back the tale end of 2007 and the night you had your big chance, your moment in the spotlight, the chance to step into the ring and take the US title from round my waist. So what happened, how did the story end?
Not well is the answer to that question, at least not well for you. At the end of the day who was the man with his and in the air and the gold over his shoulder? Me, that’s who, and lets face it, it should come as no surprise.
Now you sit there on your little boat and tell the world I didn’t deserve to win? You sit there on your little boat and tell people that its your title? Please entitled me to how that can be so? Are you the US champion? NO! Did you even come close to being the US champion? Again the answer has to be no. So please explain how it is your title, cause I, along with the rest of the world is getting little bit confused.
Now VIP, I really don’t want to waist anymore time on you, but you really do make me laugh, so I can’t help but put you in your place a little, even if I do have no personality as you so eloquently put it.
V, let me ask you a question if I may, and I know it might have you scratching your head, causes it has confused the hell out of me. You have already told the world how much of a worthless, gutless cowered I am, told them how I am a weak link, how I don’t deserve to be champion….blah, blah fucking blah. My question is this, if all that is so true, then how did you not manage to beat me? If I am truly that bad, and I managed to beat you does that just make you worse? Think about that for a few moments.
Thought about it? Good, now think about this, why do you deserve another title shot? What have you done to prove your worth? Get pinned by me? Hell if that’s the only requirement we could give a few of the boys in the back a title shot. Hell we could even give your old dear a title shot, after all I’ve pinned her before too right?
Dave grins and cocks his head to one side, shrugging his shoulders.
McIntyre: If its all the same to you I would rather see someone more deserving get a title shot, Ethan maybe, tell you what though, If you can pin me in this little tag team match we are having, and that’s a big if by the way, then maybe the guys at the top will be able to take your little MVP tribute act a little more seriously and put you back in the running for MY title.
Dave Grins and gets of his knee, brushing the snow off his legs before beginning to take a stroll through the dimly lit cemetery.
McIntyre: Tony, tony, tony, now where do I even start with you. Me and you, we don’t know each other that well, despite working in a few of the same places we have never actually managed to get in the ring together, but do you know what? I’m really looking forward to it, in fact its got me hard! But don’t get me wrong, its not the thought of grappling with you that’s given me wood. Oh no, what’s getting my old boy to stand at attention is the thought of getting the chance of teaching you a life lesson.
Tony my old chum, you seem to have the same attitude as a lot of guys I have come up against of late, and like tem you ask of me the same questions. Do I still have what it takes? Why don’t I just retire before I get myself hurt? Well Tony my friend, I guess you are going to get a chance to find out first hand if I still have what it takes, and trust me son, bigger and better than you have tried to end my career in recent times, and look at me, I’m still standing, and I’m still one of the best this business has to offer. My suggestion to you is enjoy stepping in the ring with me, and look at it like a learning experience, cause as good as you like to think you are, I’m still better.
VIP, Tony let me give you a few words of wisdom from a guy, as you guys pointed out, who has been around for a long time. If you two walk into this match with your egos as big as they are then you will be torn apart. If you guys walk into the ring and underestimate us in any way, then you will be torn apart.
So boys, enjoy the few days that you have left to run them mouths of yours. If I need to put you in your place again I will, but just remember in a few days you will be stepping in the ring with the legend Dave McIntyre and The Future legend Ethan Everhart, and once you come between those ropes there is no going back
~Fade out~
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