Post by Kid Alpha on Jul 24, 2007 22:58:52 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a living room where Kid Alpha is seated on the couch, with a beer in one hand, and a cigar in the other. He takes a puff of the cigar and smiles, acting as if he were in a very good mood.
What’s up dudes? Last time we spoke, I wasn’t in the best of moods. I had lost two matches in a row, and The Disciple and the rest of EPW were pretty pissed off at me. I went into GWC knowing that I had to make an impact, or just make something good happen or my tenure with EPW and possibly professional wrestling could have been over.
I know I needed to do something, so I made a decision, and in my humble opinion I executed my plan perfectly, with this little stunt.
Alpha points the remote at the television and an image from Viva La GWC appears on the screen.
“Chrysta backs out of the corner, and turns towards Andretti, who hoistens her onto his shoulders. He looks for the Heat Seeker, but drops Chrysta to the ground as he sees Kid Alpha on the apron, taunting him.
Phil Brooks: What the-?
Josh Harter: Wait, Alpha was eliminated! What’s he doing back here?
Andretti comes close to Alpha and yells at him, while Alpha just keeps mocking him. Pretty soon, Andretti gets tired of Alpha’s shit and goes for a hard right hook, but Alpha blocks it! Kid punches Andretti in the stomach, and then grabs him for a suplex…and takes him out of the ring!
DING DING DING!
Michelle Madison: Here is your winner…CHRYSTAAA!”
Alpha begins to laugh, and he takes a sip of his beer.
Man, that was some classic shit. Sure, I didn’t win the match like I pretty much guaranteed I would. But damn, was I sure as hell the star of that match. I almost had that damn thing won too, fucking Chris Andretti. That was supposed to be my match, my title shot.
I’m not going to lie to you, when I got eliminated I got pretty scared. I didn’t want to go backstage and face EPW after not winning the match like I was told to do, so I had to come up with a solution, and quick.
I walked back through the curtain and into a bathroom, and washed my face off a little bit. Then, it hit me. I was going after Andretti. He cost me my victory and title shot, and if I was going down, he was coming with me.
So I ran out hoping the son of a bitch was still in the ring, and much to my satisfaction, he was. The rest is history.
Alpha gets up and hands and asks the camera man to hold his cigar so he can get up and walk over to the kitchen. The camera man drops the cigar though, lighting the carpet on fire.
Holy shit, what the fuck dude!? Turn off the camera! Turn it off!
The feed cuts to black.
Fade back in.
Sorry about that guys, but this idiot couldn’t handle holding a goddamn cigar and lit my fucking carpet on fire. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, Andretti.
Now Chris, you must be pretty pissed off about what I did to you at Viva La GWC. I would be too. And I would just like to give you this opportunity to let you know that if you want to go, bring everything you’ve got. Do something about it Chris, I’m right here waiting. I’ve got no problem beating your ass, so whenever you’re ready, come see me.
It turned out that my stunt I pulled on you went over very well in the EPW locker room, and I’m back on The Disciple’s good side. So thanks Chris, for helping me out. And when I’m done with you, I’m going to claim the title that is rightfully mine, the Ultimate Championship.
Alpha walks back over towards the living room and looks down at the burn spot on the carpet, shaking his head. He plops himself back down on the couch and opens up another beer.
Now, before any of that can take place, I’ve got a match to deal with on Assault this week. Lexington "The Poet" Royale and JW McCammon will be taking on Tristan and me, so there shouldn’t be much of a problem there. I mean, one is the former US Champion, and the other is an annoying Englishman who thinks he’s the shit for taking the Tag Titles from Zak and Felipe.
EPW was robbed at Viva, even Tristan should be the Tapout Champion right now. We’re going to show everyone how pissed off we are about the results of Viva, and let everybody know who EPW is, and what we stand for.
So I’ll see you two at Assault. Good luck, fuckheads.
Fade out.[/color]
What’s up dudes? Last time we spoke, I wasn’t in the best of moods. I had lost two matches in a row, and The Disciple and the rest of EPW were pretty pissed off at me. I went into GWC knowing that I had to make an impact, or just make something good happen or my tenure with EPW and possibly professional wrestling could have been over.
I know I needed to do something, so I made a decision, and in my humble opinion I executed my plan perfectly, with this little stunt.
Alpha points the remote at the television and an image from Viva La GWC appears on the screen.
“Chrysta backs out of the corner, and turns towards Andretti, who hoistens her onto his shoulders. He looks for the Heat Seeker, but drops Chrysta to the ground as he sees Kid Alpha on the apron, taunting him.
Phil Brooks: What the-?
Josh Harter: Wait, Alpha was eliminated! What’s he doing back here?
Andretti comes close to Alpha and yells at him, while Alpha just keeps mocking him. Pretty soon, Andretti gets tired of Alpha’s shit and goes for a hard right hook, but Alpha blocks it! Kid punches Andretti in the stomach, and then grabs him for a suplex…and takes him out of the ring!
DING DING DING!
Michelle Madison: Here is your winner…CHRYSTAAA!”
Alpha begins to laugh, and he takes a sip of his beer.
Man, that was some classic shit. Sure, I didn’t win the match like I pretty much guaranteed I would. But damn, was I sure as hell the star of that match. I almost had that damn thing won too, fucking Chris Andretti. That was supposed to be my match, my title shot.
I’m not going to lie to you, when I got eliminated I got pretty scared. I didn’t want to go backstage and face EPW after not winning the match like I was told to do, so I had to come up with a solution, and quick.
I walked back through the curtain and into a bathroom, and washed my face off a little bit. Then, it hit me. I was going after Andretti. He cost me my victory and title shot, and if I was going down, he was coming with me.
So I ran out hoping the son of a bitch was still in the ring, and much to my satisfaction, he was. The rest is history.
Alpha gets up and hands and asks the camera man to hold his cigar so he can get up and walk over to the kitchen. The camera man drops the cigar though, lighting the carpet on fire.
Holy shit, what the fuck dude!? Turn off the camera! Turn it off!
The feed cuts to black.
Fade back in.
Sorry about that guys, but this idiot couldn’t handle holding a goddamn cigar and lit my fucking carpet on fire. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, Andretti.
Now Chris, you must be pretty pissed off about what I did to you at Viva La GWC. I would be too. And I would just like to give you this opportunity to let you know that if you want to go, bring everything you’ve got. Do something about it Chris, I’m right here waiting. I’ve got no problem beating your ass, so whenever you’re ready, come see me.
It turned out that my stunt I pulled on you went over very well in the EPW locker room, and I’m back on The Disciple’s good side. So thanks Chris, for helping me out. And when I’m done with you, I’m going to claim the title that is rightfully mine, the Ultimate Championship.
Alpha walks back over towards the living room and looks down at the burn spot on the carpet, shaking his head. He plops himself back down on the couch and opens up another beer.
Now, before any of that can take place, I’ve got a match to deal with on Assault this week. Lexington "The Poet" Royale and JW McCammon will be taking on Tristan and me, so there shouldn’t be much of a problem there. I mean, one is the former US Champion, and the other is an annoying Englishman who thinks he’s the shit for taking the Tag Titles from Zak and Felipe.
EPW was robbed at Viva, even Tristan should be the Tapout Champion right now. We’re going to show everyone how pissed off we are about the results of Viva, and let everybody know who EPW is, and what we stand for.
So I’ll see you two at Assault. Good luck, fuckheads.
Fade out.[/color]