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(FADEIN: GUNS sitting in the living room of his San Antonio ranch, holding the Greensboro Heavyweight title.)
GUNS: Well, I guess it was too much to hope for that Merritt would close this hellhole once and for all, so now that sweeps are over and we're back on the air, I've got to defend this prestigious championship against...
the Muffin Man?
It's almost as if Chad booked me in this match just to make me annoyed at the fact that I have to travel all the way to Virginia to kick this guy's ass. I guess these are the perks that go along with being the champion of the third largest city in the state of North Carolina.
So, this is the cross I have to bear - I took this belt just because I could, and now Merritt finally starts his payback. He's done letting me and Dan Ryan play off each other, but he's still a little reluctant to let me beat the crap out of any of the CSWA's finest. That's fine. Kin Hiroshi, Muffin Man, whatever you want to call yourself - there's a slight difference between us that needs to be cleared up. You throw muffins into the crowd - I toss punks like you into the third row. That pretty much clears the picture up for the viewers at home, in case there was any confusion after the CSWA's been off the air.
So, fine - I'll come to Virginia, I'll let the little Muffin Man get some token offense in, maybe he'll even score a two and a half to get the crowd going, and then I'll turn it up a notch and knock him into the middle of next week, stick him like a tack, pin him, and just for kicks make him a souvenir for some lucky - and I use that term pretty loosely in this case, because who the hell wants to take Kin Hiroshi home - fan, courtesy of Third Row, Inc.
And, Merritt, any time you want to line up some real competition, let me know. Thanks.
GUNS: Well, I guess it was too much to hope for that Merritt would close this hellhole once and for all, so now that sweeps are over and we're back on the air, I've got to defend this prestigious championship against...
the Muffin Man?
It's almost as if Chad booked me in this match just to make me annoyed at the fact that I have to travel all the way to Virginia to kick this guy's ass. I guess these are the perks that go along with being the champion of the third largest city in the state of North Carolina.
So, this is the cross I have to bear - I took this belt just because I could, and now Merritt finally starts his payback. He's done letting me and Dan Ryan play off each other, but he's still a little reluctant to let me beat the crap out of any of the CSWA's finest. That's fine. Kin Hiroshi, Muffin Man, whatever you want to call yourself - there's a slight difference between us that needs to be cleared up. You throw muffins into the crowd - I toss punks like you into the third row. That pretty much clears the picture up for the viewers at home, in case there was any confusion after the CSWA's been off the air.
So, fine - I'll come to Virginia, I'll let the little Muffin Man get some token offense in, maybe he'll even score a two and a half to get the crowd going, and then I'll turn it up a notch and knock him into the middle of next week, stick him like a tack, pin him, and just for kicks make him a souvenir for some lucky - and I use that term pretty loosely in this case, because who the hell wants to take Kin Hiroshi home - fan, courtesy of Third Row, Inc.
And, Merritt, any time you want to line up some real competition, let me know. Thanks.