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Johnny Styles vs. Kin Hiroshi
Grind Match
Grind Match
Styles vs.Hiroshi
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DizzaHizza
Official Unofficial FW Party Pimp
15 Bucks Little Man....
* A plane lands at an undisclosed airport. The ramp opens, and stairs moved into place. Kin Hiroshi, dressed in a fine pin stripe suit slings a duffel bag over his shoulder as he moves down the steps. A GXW camera crew waits at the bottom... *
KIN HIROSHI: Good, glad to see the GXW tool-o-rific team came out to see my landing in Great Britian. You know, not too far from this airport, in London, where William Wallace was executed.
For those of you who don't know William Wallace, aka Mel Gibson, let me enlighten you. See, a long time ago, there was this guy, named Max. Max lived in a post-apocolyptic society in Australia. Anyways, he kicked some ass, and had Tina Turner follow him around everywhere. So then, Max finds a better group of people, led by Danny Glover. It's around this period Max's last name, Riggs, is discovered. So then Glover and Max kick Jet Li's butt by impailing him, and throwing him in some river. However, this sends Max into the past where everyone thinks his name is William Wallace. Well, William rises up against England to fight for the rights of the Scottish. Too bad Scots and Irish are all alike, and drunks, because they get piss drunk and lose some battle. King Edward then captures William, and throws him in jail, puts him on trial, and then kills him.
That's the story of how King Edward killed Mel Gibson/Mad Max/William Wallace. It's a sad story, one that's been told before in different languages, but there's a message in this story.
Don't f*ck with what you can't kill.
You see, not only did Mel Gibson die just a few miles from here, but in a couple of hours, Johnny Styles will join him in hell. I'm make sure to it.
Styles has been a thorn in my side since the first day he came to GXW, thinking I would take him under my wing and show him the ropes. Sure, I have money, I have power and influence, and I have more wrestling talent in my pinky finger than most of the retards in the lockerroom have in their neck bolts. But why should I let Styles on board The Oriental Express on it's trip to "Success-ville"?
There's no reason. The man has no talent in the ring, he hangs out with a hypocritical midget, he likes the color pink, and has a rainbow sticker on the back of his VW Cabrio.
He's got nothing on me.
* Kin drop the duffel bag to his side, and walks to the terminal. It's going to be a long night for him, and a longer one for Styles... *
* A plane lands at an undisclosed airport. The ramp opens, and stairs moved into place. Kin Hiroshi, dressed in a fine pin stripe suit slings a duffel bag over his shoulder as he moves down the steps. A GXW camera crew waits at the bottom... *
KIN HIROSHI: Good, glad to see the GXW tool-o-rific team came out to see my landing in Great Britian. You know, not too far from this airport, in London, where William Wallace was executed.
For those of you who don't know William Wallace, aka Mel Gibson, let me enlighten you. See, a long time ago, there was this guy, named Max. Max lived in a post-apocolyptic society in Australia. Anyways, he kicked some ass, and had Tina Turner follow him around everywhere. So then, Max finds a better group of people, led by Danny Glover. It's around this period Max's last name, Riggs, is discovered. So then Glover and Max kick Jet Li's butt by impailing him, and throwing him in some river. However, this sends Max into the past where everyone thinks his name is William Wallace. Well, William rises up against England to fight for the rights of the Scottish. Too bad Scots and Irish are all alike, and drunks, because they get piss drunk and lose some battle. King Edward then captures William, and throws him in jail, puts him on trial, and then kills him.
That's the story of how King Edward killed Mel Gibson/Mad Max/William Wallace. It's a sad story, one that's been told before in different languages, but there's a message in this story.
Don't f*ck with what you can't kill.
You see, not only did Mel Gibson die just a few miles from here, but in a couple of hours, Johnny Styles will join him in hell. I'm make sure to it.
Styles has been a thorn in my side since the first day he came to GXW, thinking I would take him under my wing and show him the ropes. Sure, I have money, I have power and influence, and I have more wrestling talent in my pinky finger than most of the retards in the lockerroom have in their neck bolts. But why should I let Styles on board The Oriental Express on it's trip to "Success-ville"?
There's no reason. The man has no talent in the ring, he hangs out with a hypocritical midget, he likes the color pink, and has a rainbow sticker on the back of his VW Cabrio.
He's got nothing on me.
* Kin drop the duffel bag to his side, and walks to the terminal. It's going to be a long night for him, and a longer one for Styles... *
Styles
League Member
Dancin Fool
The screen fades into a shot of the parking lot at the Battleground event. The camera pans around and suddenly you notice a VW Soccer Beatle. The small car comes to a complete halt right in front of the camera crew. The door swings swiftly open, and a familiar face pokes his head from the car. Johnny Styles grabs his bag from the passenger seat, closes the door, and electroniclly locks the car. As soon as Styles, pushes the button, "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" begins to play from the car for a few seconds...
Styles: I love that song. Hey there are you GXWites! I know you've all been anxiously awaiting to return of "Mr. Irresistible" Johnny Styles. Well, now you finally get the privelage of seeing me in action, yet again. Ah! There are a few of my adoring tennie bopper fans awaiting my arrival! No doubt that they want my autograph.
Styles swaggers over to a small group of teenage girls who quickly stop their conversation as he approaches.
Styles: AH! My fans! One at a time please!
Girl: Who are you?
Styles: HAHA! Pretending you dont know your favorite GXW Superstar? Not only are my fans women, but they have a great sense of humor....
The young girls roll their eyes as they walk away from Styles.
Styles: Obviously they dont recognize me with my new clean shaven look.
Camera Man: Johnny, you didnt have any facial hair to begin with.
Styles: Are you paid to talk? No? I didnt think so. Your messing up my concentration. I have the biggest matchup of my life coming up. Thats right, Kin Habooki. At one time, yes, I did look up to you. Then again, at one time, I also ate fruity pebbles. Neither are something that I take much pride in, but thats how things were. For a long time, you neglected me. The future of this company because you felt that I wasnt worth your time. But now, at Battleground, I finally get my match against you. And not in just any match, but in my specialty match, a "Grind Match". This is how it works, GXW superstars will line the ring and dance to popular pop/rap music as the battle ensues in the ring. The match can only be finished in a pinfall, submission, or if all the superstars outside the ring get tired of dancing and return to the locker room. If such a thing happens, the match must be ended with a "Dance Off". In the "Dance Off", whomever can preform the best dance moves, win. Now, I know that you have those crazy oriental feet under you, but I have a secret weapon. Oh thats right! Something you didnt count on. Though I have years of dancing experience in the male dancing buisiness, I thought that for the infamous Lin Habooki, I would pull out all the stops. So I've hired Ricky Martin to be my dance instructor for the next couple hours while I prep for our match.
Styles grins with a look of satisfaction.
Cameraman: But isnt Ricky Martin....well...you know...kinda like your FRUITY pebbles.
Styles: What? Sometimes I just dont understand your blue collar lingo. Habooki can talk all he wants to about William Wallace, Mel Gibson, or Mad Max, but the fact is that at Battleground past, present, or future wont help Habooki. And when it comes to dancing, its Johnny that will come out on top.
Cameraman: Im sure thats what Ricky would like to think....
Styles: What does that mean even? One last thing Habooki...I drive a VW Soccer Beatle, and the only sticker I have is honk if your horny. Come on my friend of friends!
Ricky Martin jumps out of the trunk with a boom box blasting "Livin Lavida Loca" shaking and girating his hips all over the place as the camera pans over to Styles giving a huge thumbs up and a wink as the camera fades to black.
The screen fades into a shot of the parking lot at the Battleground event. The camera pans around and suddenly you notice a VW Soccer Beatle. The small car comes to a complete halt right in front of the camera crew. The door swings swiftly open, and a familiar face pokes his head from the car. Johnny Styles grabs his bag from the passenger seat, closes the door, and electroniclly locks the car. As soon as Styles, pushes the button, "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" begins to play from the car for a few seconds...
Styles: I love that song. Hey there are you GXWites! I know you've all been anxiously awaiting to return of "Mr. Irresistible" Johnny Styles. Well, now you finally get the privelage of seeing me in action, yet again. Ah! There are a few of my adoring tennie bopper fans awaiting my arrival! No doubt that they want my autograph.
Styles swaggers over to a small group of teenage girls who quickly stop their conversation as he approaches.
Styles: AH! My fans! One at a time please!
Girl: Who are you?
Styles: HAHA! Pretending you dont know your favorite GXW Superstar? Not only are my fans women, but they have a great sense of humor....
The young girls roll their eyes as they walk away from Styles.
Styles: Obviously they dont recognize me with my new clean shaven look.
Camera Man: Johnny, you didnt have any facial hair to begin with.
Styles: Are you paid to talk? No? I didnt think so. Your messing up my concentration. I have the biggest matchup of my life coming up. Thats right, Kin Habooki. At one time, yes, I did look up to you. Then again, at one time, I also ate fruity pebbles. Neither are something that I take much pride in, but thats how things were. For a long time, you neglected me. The future of this company because you felt that I wasnt worth your time. But now, at Battleground, I finally get my match against you. And not in just any match, but in my specialty match, a "Grind Match". This is how it works, GXW superstars will line the ring and dance to popular pop/rap music as the battle ensues in the ring. The match can only be finished in a pinfall, submission, or if all the superstars outside the ring get tired of dancing and return to the locker room. If such a thing happens, the match must be ended with a "Dance Off". In the "Dance Off", whomever can preform the best dance moves, win. Now, I know that you have those crazy oriental feet under you, but I have a secret weapon. Oh thats right! Something you didnt count on. Though I have years of dancing experience in the male dancing buisiness, I thought that for the infamous Lin Habooki, I would pull out all the stops. So I've hired Ricky Martin to be my dance instructor for the next couple hours while I prep for our match.
Styles grins with a look of satisfaction.
Cameraman: But isnt Ricky Martin....well...you know...kinda like your FRUITY pebbles.
Styles: What? Sometimes I just dont understand your blue collar lingo. Habooki can talk all he wants to about William Wallace, Mel Gibson, or Mad Max, but the fact is that at Battleground past, present, or future wont help Habooki. And when it comes to dancing, its Johnny that will come out on top.
Cameraman: Im sure thats what Ricky would like to think....
Styles: What does that mean even? One last thing Habooki...I drive a VW Soccer Beatle, and the only sticker I have is honk if your horny. Come on my friend of friends!
Ricky Martin jumps out of the trunk with a boom box blasting "Livin Lavida Loca" shaking and girating his hips all over the place as the camera pans over to Styles giving a huge thumbs up and a wink as the camera fades to black.
DizzaHizza
Official Unofficial FW Party Pimp
The Mad Rapper
* Kin Hiroshi is lacing up his boots in preperation for his "Grind Match" with Mr. Irresistible Johnny Styles. Kin stands, and trots across the lockerrom and back. He reaches into his duffel bag, and pulls out a waist sash. He ties it firm round his waist in a modified Granny Knot, and walks towards the camera, hands in mid-knotting. With his stare fixed at the sash, he addresses the watching crowd. *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you just reconfirmed my own, and many other peoples, belief in you. Now, I know I said you drove a VW Cabrio, and Lord forbid, I was wrong. You drive the second gayest car in history...the VW Soccer Beatle. There's no denying it Johnny, hell you hired Mr. Menudo, Ricky Martin as a coreographer for our match. But no matter how much jumpin' and jivin' you do will save you from a royal ass kicking.
* Kin finishes the knot and looks up, hands on his hips. *
KIN HIROSHI: Sure, I make fun of you for hanging out with the Asian Prince, and, yes, I am wearing a waist sash. You know why? Because while you were out "Livin' La Vida Loca" I was learning how to dance "Whenever, Whereever" by hiring Shakira. Now, I'm not saying anything yet, but when she was dancing with me and singing "Underneath Your Clothes," I knew that we had a certain something. Nothing official yet, but anything's better than that whore McCave.
* Kin smirks. *
KIN HIROSHI: Hi Vicky, how are you, darlin'? Thought about getting rid of that restraining order yet?
* Kin blows a kiss into the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: You see, I'm like Ali. Both of us have three letter names, both of us have serious luck with the ladies, both of us have been portrayed in film by Will Smith, and both of us float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.
Styles, you think this match is going to hit the point that all the superstars will leave ringside and we have to have a "Dance Off?" I don't think it will go 30 seconds either, but I won't need that much time to let you be nuked from a giant Hiroshi-Ma Bomb. Hell, two seconds strapped into the Jiro-Kin Sleeper, and you're toast. Just ask any superstar that's been locked in, everyone taps out.
* Kin turns his back to the camera, and sticks his ass out. He begins to gyrate slowly, and starts picking up speed. *
KIN HIROSHI: Flounder, you'll be flopping around the ring while I shake my bon-bon and finally put an end to you once and for all. Crotch Goblin...
**FADE TO GOLD**
* Kin Hiroshi is lacing up his boots in preperation for his "Grind Match" with Mr. Irresistible Johnny Styles. Kin stands, and trots across the lockerrom and back. He reaches into his duffel bag, and pulls out a waist sash. He ties it firm round his waist in a modified Granny Knot, and walks towards the camera, hands in mid-knotting. With his stare fixed at the sash, he addresses the watching crowd. *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you just reconfirmed my own, and many other peoples, belief in you. Now, I know I said you drove a VW Cabrio, and Lord forbid, I was wrong. You drive the second gayest car in history...the VW Soccer Beatle. There's no denying it Johnny, hell you hired Mr. Menudo, Ricky Martin as a coreographer for our match. But no matter how much jumpin' and jivin' you do will save you from a royal ass kicking.
* Kin finishes the knot and looks up, hands on his hips. *
KIN HIROSHI: Sure, I make fun of you for hanging out with the Asian Prince, and, yes, I am wearing a waist sash. You know why? Because while you were out "Livin' La Vida Loca" I was learning how to dance "Whenever, Whereever" by hiring Shakira. Now, I'm not saying anything yet, but when she was dancing with me and singing "Underneath Your Clothes," I knew that we had a certain something. Nothing official yet, but anything's better than that whore McCave.
* Kin smirks. *
KIN HIROSHI: Hi Vicky, how are you, darlin'? Thought about getting rid of that restraining order yet?
* Kin blows a kiss into the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: You see, I'm like Ali. Both of us have three letter names, both of us have serious luck with the ladies, both of us have been portrayed in film by Will Smith, and both of us float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.
Styles, you think this match is going to hit the point that all the superstars will leave ringside and we have to have a "Dance Off?" I don't think it will go 30 seconds either, but I won't need that much time to let you be nuked from a giant Hiroshi-Ma Bomb. Hell, two seconds strapped into the Jiro-Kin Sleeper, and you're toast. Just ask any superstar that's been locked in, everyone taps out.
* Kin turns his back to the camera, and sticks his ass out. He begins to gyrate slowly, and starts picking up speed. *
KIN HIROSHI: Flounder, you'll be flopping around the ring while I shake my bon-bon and finally put an end to you once and for all. Crotch Goblin...
**FADE TO GOLD**
Styles
League Member
One, two, rock-back
The camera fades into a shot of "Mr. Irresistible" Johnny Styles in his locker room all dressed down for his matchup. Styles, still accompanied by Ricky Martin starts working on a move that he thinks will blow Hiroshi out of the ring in a heart beat.....
Styles: So your saying its step, back-step, step, step, pelvic thrust?
Ricky smiles with a look of satisfaction on his face, points to the camera, and walks away. Styles looks at the camera....
Styles: How long has that thing been on?! You didnt get my move did you? If Habooki sees that, I'll have your job! Habooki....ha! You want to make speculations about my sexuality, eh? Well let me clarify that I like the ladies. In case you havent noticed all those find ladies in the crowed every night with their signs of "I LOVE STYLES!" or my favorite "SIMPY IRRESISTIBLE". Where are your fans again? oh! I forgot! all your fans live in that third world Orient, dont they? Gee...thats sad. Just like you Habooki. You want to make fun of the car I drive? Well, I've seen the stretch limos you roll up in. Really big arent they? Are you trying to make up for something Habooki? Is it true what they say about the Japenese? Hmmm...I thought so. If there is one thing that annoys me about you most though, its that you think your gods god damn gift to everything. On top of that, you exagerrate everything. Im sure that "dance lesson" you got from Shakira was nothing more than you dropping a stink pickle in your private restroom while you finished rubbin one out while reading a cosmo with a picture of Shakira on it. She taught you some great moves...psh. Maybe to wipe your ass, but thats it.
Styles looks up at the clock on the wall, and turns back to the camera.
Styles: Habooki, my sash wearing opponent, its almost time for the past to meet the future. Im the future of this companyh whether you like it or not. Your time is up. The only reason you THINK your successful is because you won a couple of matches agains Evan Aho. What? You didnt think I knew about your history with Aho, or CSWA? I know alot more than you think I do. You better watch yourself in the ring, because its not how your going to get me in the Jiro-Ka-Bob sleeper that you need to worry about. Its how the hell your going to escape once I hit you with the Centerfold slam. Because you look here you "Full Metal Jacket" extra reject, your about to find yourself in an uncomfortable new position. Now..if you'll excuse me, I have a few minutes I need to spend with my Cosmo on the toilet.
Styles picks up a magazine off a nearby table and makes his way to the restroom as the camera fades to black...
The camera fades into a shot of "Mr. Irresistible" Johnny Styles in his locker room all dressed down for his matchup. Styles, still accompanied by Ricky Martin starts working on a move that he thinks will blow Hiroshi out of the ring in a heart beat.....
Styles: So your saying its step, back-step, step, step, pelvic thrust?
Ricky smiles with a look of satisfaction on his face, points to the camera, and walks away. Styles looks at the camera....
Styles: How long has that thing been on?! You didnt get my move did you? If Habooki sees that, I'll have your job! Habooki....ha! You want to make speculations about my sexuality, eh? Well let me clarify that I like the ladies. In case you havent noticed all those find ladies in the crowed every night with their signs of "I LOVE STYLES!" or my favorite "SIMPY IRRESISTIBLE". Where are your fans again? oh! I forgot! all your fans live in that third world Orient, dont they? Gee...thats sad. Just like you Habooki. You want to make fun of the car I drive? Well, I've seen the stretch limos you roll up in. Really big arent they? Are you trying to make up for something Habooki? Is it true what they say about the Japenese? Hmmm...I thought so. If there is one thing that annoys me about you most though, its that you think your gods god damn gift to everything. On top of that, you exagerrate everything. Im sure that "dance lesson" you got from Shakira was nothing more than you dropping a stink pickle in your private restroom while you finished rubbin one out while reading a cosmo with a picture of Shakira on it. She taught you some great moves...psh. Maybe to wipe your ass, but thats it.
Styles looks up at the clock on the wall, and turns back to the camera.
Styles: Habooki, my sash wearing opponent, its almost time for the past to meet the future. Im the future of this companyh whether you like it or not. Your time is up. The only reason you THINK your successful is because you won a couple of matches agains Evan Aho. What? You didnt think I knew about your history with Aho, or CSWA? I know alot more than you think I do. You better watch yourself in the ring, because its not how your going to get me in the Jiro-Ka-Bob sleeper that you need to worry about. Its how the hell your going to escape once I hit you with the Centerfold slam. Because you look here you "Full Metal Jacket" extra reject, your about to find yourself in an uncomfortable new position. Now..if you'll excuse me, I have a few minutes I need to spend with my Cosmo on the toilet.
Styles picks up a magazine off a nearby table and makes his way to the restroom as the camera fades to black...
DizzaHizza
Official Unofficial FW Party Pimp
Nimbly Pimbly
* Hiroshi opens his lockerroom door, and peeks his head out. He searches the hallway, and spot a GXW camera crew lazily having a smoke just down the aisle. *
KIN HIROSHI: Hey guys, need ya' in here.
* The crew reluctently puts their smokes out, and grab their gear. They shuffle into the lockerroom where Hiroshi has taken up stretching. Camera and mic are positioned, and turned on... *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you fail to understand the severity of Kin Hiroshi. I don't care if you get hurt. I don't care if I get hurt. I'm not out there to bust-a-move, I'm out there to pin you. You may have suggested a Grind Match thinking that you can out dance me, and I'm sure you can. Hell, you were once an exotic dancer. You've got the dance moves, no doubt. Yet, I have the wrestling moves. I have the wrestling ability and talent.
You wanna talk about how my career is built around beating Aho? Sure, I'll brag a bit. I beat him, not once, but twice. Why do I constantly talk about it? Probably because I like to remind people that I've beaten those that have been to the top. Aho was a CSWA World Champion, and an EWI World Champion. There's no doubt that I can whoop up on any other world champion that I want to. The problem is, no one is giving me a shot. No one thinks it's my time yet. Zieba took a chance in me, and pitted me and Aho against Dupree, and what happens, I get jumped, Aho gets jumped, and Zieba gets jumped. I'm not too sure that Ziebs is willing to take another chance in the Era of Thunder again.
Then there's Dupree. I don't need to explain why he doesn't want to take a chance in Hiroshi, do I? I do. I went against the office, I got beat by the office. He thinks I'm a traitor, while I'm trying to rebuild relations with the front office to give me my shot.
Styles, you also think that size matters. Sure, your big, your dumb, but I'm small and nimble. I've beat guys twice your size. That doesn't matter. You also seem to like to call me names. Whatever, man. I've been called every name in the book by a dozen and a half different nobodies just like yourself. Keep the slander coming if it makes you feel better, because it's not going to win you any matches, or make you any friends.
* Hiroshi stands up, and brushes off his ass. *
KIN HIROSHI: Short version: I will beat you wrestling, no matter how good of a wrestler you THINK you are. I may be an old kid on the block, but experience beats inexperience any day of the week.
I win.
** FADE TO GOLD **
* Hiroshi opens his lockerroom door, and peeks his head out. He searches the hallway, and spot a GXW camera crew lazily having a smoke just down the aisle. *
KIN HIROSHI: Hey guys, need ya' in here.
* The crew reluctently puts their smokes out, and grab their gear. They shuffle into the lockerroom where Hiroshi has taken up stretching. Camera and mic are positioned, and turned on... *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you fail to understand the severity of Kin Hiroshi. I don't care if you get hurt. I don't care if I get hurt. I'm not out there to bust-a-move, I'm out there to pin you. You may have suggested a Grind Match thinking that you can out dance me, and I'm sure you can. Hell, you were once an exotic dancer. You've got the dance moves, no doubt. Yet, I have the wrestling moves. I have the wrestling ability and talent.
You wanna talk about how my career is built around beating Aho? Sure, I'll brag a bit. I beat him, not once, but twice. Why do I constantly talk about it? Probably because I like to remind people that I've beaten those that have been to the top. Aho was a CSWA World Champion, and an EWI World Champion. There's no doubt that I can whoop up on any other world champion that I want to. The problem is, no one is giving me a shot. No one thinks it's my time yet. Zieba took a chance in me, and pitted me and Aho against Dupree, and what happens, I get jumped, Aho gets jumped, and Zieba gets jumped. I'm not too sure that Ziebs is willing to take another chance in the Era of Thunder again.
Then there's Dupree. I don't need to explain why he doesn't want to take a chance in Hiroshi, do I? I do. I went against the office, I got beat by the office. He thinks I'm a traitor, while I'm trying to rebuild relations with the front office to give me my shot.
Styles, you also think that size matters. Sure, your big, your dumb, but I'm small and nimble. I've beat guys twice your size. That doesn't matter. You also seem to like to call me names. Whatever, man. I've been called every name in the book by a dozen and a half different nobodies just like yourself. Keep the slander coming if it makes you feel better, because it's not going to win you any matches, or make you any friends.
* Hiroshi stands up, and brushes off his ass. *
KIN HIROSHI: Short version: I will beat you wrestling, no matter how good of a wrestler you THINK you are. I may be an old kid on the block, but experience beats inexperience any day of the week.
I win.
** FADE TO GOLD **
Styles
League Member
Short of Standard
The camera fades into a shot of Johnny Styles empty locker room. A loud flush is heard and the bathroom door swings wide open. Styles is standing in the doorway with a large grin on his face. He throws down his Cosmo magazine and looks at the camera crew with an awkward stare...
Styles: You're still here? Dont you realize that I have a match to win?
Cameraman: Yeah, but...didnt you see what Hiroshi just said about you?
Styles: You mean Habooki hasnt fled in terror of my awesome skills yet? No, let me see it.
The camera man pops a video cassette into a nearby televison and presses play on the VCR. Styles watches the promo, and begins to chuckle to himself. The video ends and Styles looks at the camera.
Styles: I suppose you want to know what I have to say about this? Alright, no problem. Habooki, I didnt bring up Aho because I know you like to brag. Hell, everyone in the locker room knows that about your pompous ego. No, I brought that up for another reason. Because you like to ride on the coat tails of others. Aho carried you, but he could only carry you so far. And then you went to Zieba and pleaded for a chance to prove yourself, but you dropped the ball. Sure, you've had some success being the Television Title Champion. But you lost that to a guy that is too stoned to have any knowledge about in ring sciences. And why was that? Because of me. You remember that, dont you? I rushed the ring and cost you your title. You said it was going to be a night that I got mine, but instead it was you that got yours. The same thing is going to happen tonight, you keep saying the same old thing "Styles, all you think about is size, not wrestling. I'll win cause I wrestle." Is it so quickly that you forget that in my early career in GXW I was undefeated? Something must be said about that. Im the hottest thing that GXW has seen for years. Sure, Im not at the stage in my career where I should be challenging Zero, or Rob Sampson, but Im off to a good start. And where are you? Your at the bottom of the ladder fighting rookies to keep your job. Its sad....it really is. To think that at one time, I thought that you and I could join forces and reign supreme over GXW.
Styles chuckles to himself...
Styles: Alright, Habooki. Sure, I think that size helps out in the ring. It gives me some leverage. But be honest, Im not the only one who thinks their size is an advantage. You yourself said that because of your size your all nimbly pimbly but the fact is your just short of standard. Thats all good and fine. But you seem to be neglecting that I do have a contract with GXW, therefore, I do have somesort of wrestling ability. I can respect some of the things you've done, Habooki. But you just keep contradicting yourself when you talk about size. Just focus on your match. Because first Im going to put you in an uncomforable new position, then Im going to dance the night away....
Styles does a little Irish jig, and walks out of the locker room. The camera fades to black.
The camera fades into a shot of Johnny Styles empty locker room. A loud flush is heard and the bathroom door swings wide open. Styles is standing in the doorway with a large grin on his face. He throws down his Cosmo magazine and looks at the camera crew with an awkward stare...
Styles: You're still here? Dont you realize that I have a match to win?
Cameraman: Yeah, but...didnt you see what Hiroshi just said about you?
Styles: You mean Habooki hasnt fled in terror of my awesome skills yet? No, let me see it.
The camera man pops a video cassette into a nearby televison and presses play on the VCR. Styles watches the promo, and begins to chuckle to himself. The video ends and Styles looks at the camera.
Styles: I suppose you want to know what I have to say about this? Alright, no problem. Habooki, I didnt bring up Aho because I know you like to brag. Hell, everyone in the locker room knows that about your pompous ego. No, I brought that up for another reason. Because you like to ride on the coat tails of others. Aho carried you, but he could only carry you so far. And then you went to Zieba and pleaded for a chance to prove yourself, but you dropped the ball. Sure, you've had some success being the Television Title Champion. But you lost that to a guy that is too stoned to have any knowledge about in ring sciences. And why was that? Because of me. You remember that, dont you? I rushed the ring and cost you your title. You said it was going to be a night that I got mine, but instead it was you that got yours. The same thing is going to happen tonight, you keep saying the same old thing "Styles, all you think about is size, not wrestling. I'll win cause I wrestle." Is it so quickly that you forget that in my early career in GXW I was undefeated? Something must be said about that. Im the hottest thing that GXW has seen for years. Sure, Im not at the stage in my career where I should be challenging Zero, or Rob Sampson, but Im off to a good start. And where are you? Your at the bottom of the ladder fighting rookies to keep your job. Its sad....it really is. To think that at one time, I thought that you and I could join forces and reign supreme over GXW.
Styles chuckles to himself...
Styles: Alright, Habooki. Sure, I think that size helps out in the ring. It gives me some leverage. But be honest, Im not the only one who thinks their size is an advantage. You yourself said that because of your size your all nimbly pimbly but the fact is your just short of standard. Thats all good and fine. But you seem to be neglecting that I do have a contract with GXW, therefore, I do have somesort of wrestling ability. I can respect some of the things you've done, Habooki. But you just keep contradicting yourself when you talk about size. Just focus on your match. Because first Im going to put you in an uncomforable new position, then Im going to dance the night away....
Styles does a little Irish jig, and walks out of the locker room. The camera fades to black.
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...and retard abound...
* Kin Hiroshi sits in the middle of the ring in London, awaiting his match with Johnny Styles. The ring crew is still setting up, and Kin watches Styles latest promo on a nearby television, set up for the Spanish commentators. Kin shakes his head in shame. *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you just don't get it do you? No one seems to get it. When it comes to Aho, how did I ride on his coattails? Huh? I wrestled him, and beat him. Then I went to CSWA to sign a contract there. That's like accussing Aho of riding Eddy Love's coattails. Everyone here are morons. Riding coattails is that they helped me along, built me up to stand on my own while watching my back. Did that happen with Aho? No, the man rejected me. If I rode anyone's coattails to where I am, it's Eddy Love's. The man built SSN with Marcus Gottfried, and I came along to join one of the most dominant stables in EWI.
Styles, you wanna say that I lost my championship to a stoner. Yeah, I did, but not because I am less of a wrestler, it's because you are a bigger d*ck than I gave you initial credit for. Sure, you do have SOME wrestling ability. Hell, if pigs fly you might make me sweat, but GXW has given contracts to the biggest retards known: Black Death Devil Mastr, Wassup, you. It doesn't take strong wrestling to get a contract here. However, it takes WAY more than just wrestling talent to headline an event. A couple guys here have what it takes, I have what it takes, but my mom and I are the only ones who see it.
Styles you don't have "it." You never had "it," and you'll never have "it." The only thing you have going for you is a piece of crap car, an ex-manager who was more than a friend, and wrestling ability that rivals a rock. Sure it's hard to hit, but once it's down, it stays down.
I win. You lose, bar none. That's how it's going down in the record books. Those don't care if you are a rookie or not. Sure, I wrestle rookies. Eventually, all rookies have to face one of the top dogs in a company, otherwise, do they ever stop being rookies? Hell, son, you should be thanking me for wrestling you because this is going to be your flash in the pan, your 15 minutes, your fun in the sun. But you'll get burnt in the ring with me. Ask anyone who's favored in this match. I got the game, I got the skills. What do you have? An extensive dancing career, and STD's. Boy, I hope that something I can achieve, you schmuck.
* Hiroshi stands, and leans on the ropes, looking down at the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: You see me right now, Styles? This is how you will remember England. Me standing over you, everyone laughing at you. Not because you suck, but because you tried to out dance me in a wrestling match. Of course, this is the most ludicrous match I've ever heard of, but it will do. Finally, I'm going to get some revenge. Or maybe I should thank you, because now that I don't have the Television Title, I can go for the World Title. But no, I'll probably be pulled back into the dead Cruiserweight Division. Why? No one trusts an Asian...
** FADE TO GOLD **
* Kin Hiroshi sits in the middle of the ring in London, awaiting his match with Johnny Styles. The ring crew is still setting up, and Kin watches Styles latest promo on a nearby television, set up for the Spanish commentators. Kin shakes his head in shame. *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you just don't get it do you? No one seems to get it. When it comes to Aho, how did I ride on his coattails? Huh? I wrestled him, and beat him. Then I went to CSWA to sign a contract there. That's like accussing Aho of riding Eddy Love's coattails. Everyone here are morons. Riding coattails is that they helped me along, built me up to stand on my own while watching my back. Did that happen with Aho? No, the man rejected me. If I rode anyone's coattails to where I am, it's Eddy Love's. The man built SSN with Marcus Gottfried, and I came along to join one of the most dominant stables in EWI.
Styles, you wanna say that I lost my championship to a stoner. Yeah, I did, but not because I am less of a wrestler, it's because you are a bigger d*ck than I gave you initial credit for. Sure, you do have SOME wrestling ability. Hell, if pigs fly you might make me sweat, but GXW has given contracts to the biggest retards known: Black Death Devil Mastr, Wassup, you. It doesn't take strong wrestling to get a contract here. However, it takes WAY more than just wrestling talent to headline an event. A couple guys here have what it takes, I have what it takes, but my mom and I are the only ones who see it.
Styles you don't have "it." You never had "it," and you'll never have "it." The only thing you have going for you is a piece of crap car, an ex-manager who was more than a friend, and wrestling ability that rivals a rock. Sure it's hard to hit, but once it's down, it stays down.
I win. You lose, bar none. That's how it's going down in the record books. Those don't care if you are a rookie or not. Sure, I wrestle rookies. Eventually, all rookies have to face one of the top dogs in a company, otherwise, do they ever stop being rookies? Hell, son, you should be thanking me for wrestling you because this is going to be your flash in the pan, your 15 minutes, your fun in the sun. But you'll get burnt in the ring with me. Ask anyone who's favored in this match. I got the game, I got the skills. What do you have? An extensive dancing career, and STD's. Boy, I hope that something I can achieve, you schmuck.
* Hiroshi stands, and leans on the ropes, looking down at the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: You see me right now, Styles? This is how you will remember England. Me standing over you, everyone laughing at you. Not because you suck, but because you tried to out dance me in a wrestling match. Of course, this is the most ludicrous match I've ever heard of, but it will do. Finally, I'm going to get some revenge. Or maybe I should thank you, because now that I don't have the Television Title, I can go for the World Title. But no, I'll probably be pulled back into the dead Cruiserweight Division. Why? No one trusts an Asian...
** FADE TO GOLD **
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RE: ...and retard abound...
The camera fades into a shot of Johnny Styles doing some pre match arobics. Styles seems to be chuckling to himself. He still has the television set up, and now it is running the latest promo from Kin Hiroshi. "No one trusts an Asian..." the promo finishes. Styles picks up a remote and turns off the TV.
Styles: Habooki, you've done my talking for me. Thanks. Though you said something that really hurts. You told me that I dont have "it". What is "it", Habooki? It must be something that you have....hmmm. Could it be a Muffin Company? No. That would be ridiculous. Could it be your pompous attitude? No, because we all know that Smallz is a champion, but he is just racist, no pompous attitude there? I've got it! Its the fear to step into the ring with me, isnt it? Your scared that if you lose to such a new face in GXW, then your shot at the World Champion will be blown. Well, no need to worry about that Habooki. You see, Im not going to blow your shot at the World Champ, you do a good enough job of that on your own.
Styles smirk turns into a huge grin that just seems to taunt Hiroshi through the camera.
Styles: What you fail to realize, Habooki, is that yes this is a wrestling match. But is one the likes of which you have never seen. The fact is that I CAN keep up with you in the ring. And the fact is I will keep up with you. But there is no way, that after all the superstars leave the ring area, that you will be able to match me move for move in the "Dance Off". Sure, you may have beaten a few headliners back in the day. But they are long gone, now you have to deal with the Prince of Porn, the Soultan of Smut, the Count that mounts, "Mr. Irresistible" Johnny Styles. But your right, this could be my 15 minutes, so it looks like Im just gonna have to put you in your place and make sure I get another 15.
Styles reaches into his tights and pulls out a picture....
Styles: Now I know that you really didnt want this to get out, but I seem to have found out that you do in fact have some dance experience. Now, why wouldnt you want to bring this up, I think it says something about YOUR sexuality. Man, the GXW front office is going to have a hay day with this....By the way...it looks like you've lost alot of weight....
Styles holds up the picture to the camera as he busts up laughing. The screen then fades to black.[/]
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The camera fades into a shot of Johnny Styles doing some pre match arobics. Styles seems to be chuckling to himself. He still has the television set up, and now it is running the latest promo from Kin Hiroshi. "No one trusts an Asian..." the promo finishes. Styles picks up a remote and turns off the TV.
Styles: Habooki, you've done my talking for me. Thanks. Though you said something that really hurts. You told me that I dont have "it". What is "it", Habooki? It must be something that you have....hmmm. Could it be a Muffin Company? No. That would be ridiculous. Could it be your pompous attitude? No, because we all know that Smallz is a champion, but he is just racist, no pompous attitude there? I've got it! Its the fear to step into the ring with me, isnt it? Your scared that if you lose to such a new face in GXW, then your shot at the World Champion will be blown. Well, no need to worry about that Habooki. You see, Im not going to blow your shot at the World Champ, you do a good enough job of that on your own.
Styles smirk turns into a huge grin that just seems to taunt Hiroshi through the camera.
Styles: What you fail to realize, Habooki, is that yes this is a wrestling match. But is one the likes of which you have never seen. The fact is that I CAN keep up with you in the ring. And the fact is I will keep up with you. But there is no way, that after all the superstars leave the ring area, that you will be able to match me move for move in the "Dance Off". Sure, you may have beaten a few headliners back in the day. But they are long gone, now you have to deal with the Prince of Porn, the Soultan of Smut, the Count that mounts, "Mr. Irresistible" Johnny Styles. But your right, this could be my 15 minutes, so it looks like Im just gonna have to put you in your place and make sure I get another 15.
Styles reaches into his tights and pulls out a picture....
Styles: Now I know that you really didnt want this to get out, but I seem to have found out that you do in fact have some dance experience. Now, why wouldnt you want to bring this up, I think it says something about YOUR sexuality. Man, the GXW front office is going to have a hay day with this....By the way...it looks like you've lost alot of weight....
Styles holds up the picture to the camera as he busts up laughing. The screen then fades to black.[/]
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