(Fade into a GXW backdrop, where Clapper, er, the GOD of X-TREME is seated on a director's folding chair, adorned in black velvet and a crown of onyx. The coveted X-Treme title is worn proudly on his right shoulder. Over his eyes, the usual shade, in his mouth, a cigar...)
(But not that cocky smirk we're used to. Something irksome is in his face, as though he weren't having the best day.)
"Okay, jerk-offs, listen up..."
"By special orders from Dupree, I'm here to give the announcement of the openings available in an opportunity to challenge ME for the title you see here on my shoulder, the shoulder of the GOD of X-TREME!!"
"At Battleground Britain... four corners match, with this belt on the line. Of course, the GOD of X-TREME will be there to defend what is rightfully his. And in addition to the usual X-Treme Rules, ol' Chad is going to take a spin of the wheel to add an extra stip. What's it going to be? Who the hell knows... I'm not as braindead as the GXW Comittee..."
"Because David Allen Black defeated Reuben Fasco at Revolution, he automatically gets a bye into the four corners match. Pat yourself on the back, dumbass... just remember that everybody gets a medal at the special Olympics."
"For the rest of you who aren't as lucky, now's your chance to step up. Two matches will take place in the next few weeks leading up to Battleground Britain. The winners of these matches will go on to meet Black and myself in the four corners match for the X-Treme Title... or STW/MAD Title, what have you."
"Still with me? Good."
"Sign up now, but be aware that these two matches will be STW/MAD matches. You won't know the stipulations until the night of the match. Anybody may apply, and there's no limit of wrestlers... so yes, eight of you JUST MAY be pitted into a street brawl, depending on the turnout of this callout."
"Heh... that rhymed."
"Anyways, if you're interested, let your voice be heard. You will all be aiming to become GXW's first Spin The Wheel, Make A Deal Champion, IF you can beat me at Battleground Britain."
"Let's here it, losers... whose up for an early retirement?"
"Ha ha ha ha haaa...."
(Fade to black.)
(But not that cocky smirk we're used to. Something irksome is in his face, as though he weren't having the best day.)
"Okay, jerk-offs, listen up..."
"By special orders from Dupree, I'm here to give the announcement of the openings available in an opportunity to challenge ME for the title you see here on my shoulder, the shoulder of the GOD of X-TREME!!"
"At Battleground Britain... four corners match, with this belt on the line. Of course, the GOD of X-TREME will be there to defend what is rightfully his. And in addition to the usual X-Treme Rules, ol' Chad is going to take a spin of the wheel to add an extra stip. What's it going to be? Who the hell knows... I'm not as braindead as the GXW Comittee..."
"Because David Allen Black defeated Reuben Fasco at Revolution, he automatically gets a bye into the four corners match. Pat yourself on the back, dumbass... just remember that everybody gets a medal at the special Olympics."
"For the rest of you who aren't as lucky, now's your chance to step up. Two matches will take place in the next few weeks leading up to Battleground Britain. The winners of these matches will go on to meet Black and myself in the four corners match for the X-Treme Title... or STW/MAD Title, what have you."
"Still with me? Good."
"Sign up now, but be aware that these two matches will be STW/MAD matches. You won't know the stipulations until the night of the match. Anybody may apply, and there's no limit of wrestlers... so yes, eight of you JUST MAY be pitted into a street brawl, depending on the turnout of this callout."
"Heh... that rhymed."
"Anyways, if you're interested, let your voice be heard. You will all be aiming to become GXW's first Spin The Wheel, Make A Deal Champion, IF you can beat me at Battleground Britain."
"Let's here it, losers... whose up for an early retirement?"
"Ha ha ha ha haaa...."
(Fade to black.)