Post by Frankie on Aug 15, 2006 19:19:42 GMT -5
ReAlign plays across the arena as Frank Stevens walks into the ring.
Stevens: Matt.... Pythro.... these two words mean nothing to me. He comes in here thinking he can beat me... Well let me put it this way. Matt! You are a disgrace to wrestling. I remember the first time you came into OCW. You tried to impress everyone. Well not me. When you introduced yourself to me, you tried messin' with me, cocking your fist back, laughing. So what do I do? I follow you back to your home, and beat the mother fuckin' shit out of you, left you a bloody mess, in your own driveway. So.... I thought I taught you a lesson... Well it seems my teachings go through one ear and out the other. So it looks like I need to give you your final exam. In that cage, you will go in with a nervous face, and leave with a crimson mask. But, considering you'll repeatedly say how you're so good, I'm a punk blah, blah, blah, LET'S UP THE ANTEE. Let's have a bit of fun. So while I wait for JR and your approval, let me explain what I'm offering. Let's wrap the top of the cage, and hang weapons on the wall, Barbed Wired 2x4's, Staple Guns, Bags of Thumbtacks, Gas Cans and Lighters, Pizza Cutters, Light Tubes (speech gets faster as he runs through weapons), Tables, Chairs, Ladders, Sledge Hammers, Drums, Guitars, glass bottles, Barbed Wired Boards, and many (Speech goes back to normal) more gruesome items, that you would only think of being used on you in your worst dream!!! So Matt, what do you say, PUNK!
Stevens: Matt.... Pythro.... these two words mean nothing to me. He comes in here thinking he can beat me... Well let me put it this way. Matt! You are a disgrace to wrestling. I remember the first time you came into OCW. You tried to impress everyone. Well not me. When you introduced yourself to me, you tried messin' with me, cocking your fist back, laughing. So what do I do? I follow you back to your home, and beat the mother fuckin' shit out of you, left you a bloody mess, in your own driveway. So.... I thought I taught you a lesson... Well it seems my teachings go through one ear and out the other. So it looks like I need to give you your final exam. In that cage, you will go in with a nervous face, and leave with a crimson mask. But, considering you'll repeatedly say how you're so good, I'm a punk blah, blah, blah, LET'S UP THE ANTEE. Let's have a bit of fun. So while I wait for JR and your approval, let me explain what I'm offering. Let's wrap the top of the cage, and hang weapons on the wall, Barbed Wired 2x4's, Staple Guns, Bags of Thumbtacks, Gas Cans and Lighters, Pizza Cutters, Light Tubes (speech gets faster as he runs through weapons), Tables, Chairs, Ladders, Sledge Hammers, Drums, Guitars, glass bottles, Barbed Wired Boards, and many (Speech goes back to normal) more gruesome items, that you would only think of being used on you in your worst dream!!! So Matt, what do you say, PUNK!
