Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 22, 2009 16:04:18 GMT -6
Minion is shown looking intensely at some official letters and announcements posted on a bulletin board outside the GM's office. He jabs the tip of his index finger hard against the notes as he skims over them, mumbling to himself as he reads. He soon turns and stomps off with a foul expression on his face. The camera remains behind and shows Minion continue to march down the hallway, angrily dumping over trash cans and even shoving a janitor to the ground without even looking back....
Within moments, Minion's entrance music plays and the CWE Hardcore Champion emerges out into the arena as his fans burst into a frenzy! He walks with purpose down to ringside, slide into the ring under the ropes and snatches a mic away from the attendant nearby.....
CREED!! JIMMY CREEEEEEEEED!!! You.....seek to take us on again, do you? For OUR title, no less? All this, because you were the "unlucky" one to pin me at Rampage. This is what they judge title contenders on nowadays, is it? Luck? You may have been in the right place at the right time, but what brought you to that pinnacle in your career is not completely an achievement you can call "your own"! Is it, Creed? My partner Rage is partially to blame for our loss. He left us hanging while you and your cohort double-teamed us! Only in that, did you manage to weaken us just enough to leave us dazed and steal a victory that night, BOY! Nothing more....nothing less!
Now, you have been booked to face us for our Hardcore Championship at Battle Bowl. Again, the Gods have smiled upon you. These Gods who favor the likes of you.....a mere mortal....a human just like the others who were born only to die for their amusement. These "Gods"....WE have no need for them...and that makes us MUCH more dangerous and fearsome to a festering, half-dead mortal meat puppet like you, Mr. Creed!
As the champion, we have the advantage of naming the match we face you in. What better way to treat you a hard lesson than to destroy you in a match that is the very essence of Hardcore......an Extreme Rules match! Just you and us, Creed. One man without a prayer against a beast who rejects God Himself! You will not have your partner to help you this time, mortal. NO ONE can save you. Mr. Andrews has filed your contract and signed your life away to Satan. The slave pits of Hell beckon for your rotting corpse, Mr. Creed.....
You.....will die........ALONE!![/b]
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Within moments, Minion's entrance music plays and the CWE Hardcore Champion emerges out into the arena as his fans burst into a frenzy! He walks with purpose down to ringside, slide into the ring under the ropes and snatches a mic away from the attendant nearby.....
CREED!! JIMMY CREEEEEEEEED!!! You.....seek to take us on again, do you? For OUR title, no less? All this, because you were the "unlucky" one to pin me at Rampage. This is what they judge title contenders on nowadays, is it? Luck? You may have been in the right place at the right time, but what brought you to that pinnacle in your career is not completely an achievement you can call "your own"! Is it, Creed? My partner Rage is partially to blame for our loss. He left us hanging while you and your cohort double-teamed us! Only in that, did you manage to weaken us just enough to leave us dazed and steal a victory that night, BOY! Nothing more....nothing less!
Now, you have been booked to face us for our Hardcore Championship at Battle Bowl. Again, the Gods have smiled upon you. These Gods who favor the likes of you.....a mere mortal....a human just like the others who were born only to die for their amusement. These "Gods"....WE have no need for them...and that makes us MUCH more dangerous and fearsome to a festering, half-dead mortal meat puppet like you, Mr. Creed!
As the champion, we have the advantage of naming the match we face you in. What better way to treat you a hard lesson than to destroy you in a match that is the very essence of Hardcore......an Extreme Rules match! Just you and us, Creed. One man without a prayer against a beast who rejects God Himself! You will not have your partner to help you this time, mortal. NO ONE can save you. Mr. Andrews has filed your contract and signed your life away to Satan. The slave pits of Hell beckon for your rotting corpse, Mr. Creed.....
You.....will die........ALONE!![/b]
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