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The Legends Week 3 El Cabrón Vs SJH
Rp is due Saturday Night at 11:59PM EST
Rp is due Saturday Night at 11:59PM EST
The Legends Week 3 El Cabrón Vs SJH
- Thread starter The Great Eye
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ShawnHartXXX
The Phenom
Barbs!! (of the verbal variety)
FADE IN:
Le Chateau du Hart in Orlando, Florida - 10 PM
Shadowboxing before a mirror adorned in a manner most elegant with platinum etching and the like is the Pro Wrestling Circuit's Prime Minister of Gettin' Sinister, SJH. As the camerman moves in for a closer shot, Hart throws a final uppercut, lifts the tiger-print hood that is covering the upper portion face, and shoots the meanest mug he can muster into the camera.
SJH: "''Eyo picho Cabrón! Pleasure as always!"
Super-fake grin.
SJH: "Not one week ago, I was tickled pink to have you in my corner versus Team First in a big main-event match-up that would go on to establish my momentum heading into the title bout I've now got on tap. And for that, I thank you! You are, WITHOUT QUESTION, a tag team specialist; a master of your own domain, and a guy with more awesome aliases and magnificent monikers than even I can lay claim to!"
He nods his head with approval.
SJH: "Seeing how you work, what you do to get the win, the formula that facilitates your success, well... it was all absolutely somethin' to behold, I'm not gonna lie. Which is why I'm looking forward, perhaps more so than either of my previous two excursions in this tournament, to gettin' into that squared circle with ya, knowin' each and every move you're gonna make before you attempt them, because in THIS equation X equals Erik Black getting his ass KICKED and getting EXPOSED for the one-trick pony he is!!"
SJH chuckles impishly.
SJH: "Tag team specialist?? Like I said, there ain't no doubt about it! Singles champion? I think not... regardless of what Empire Pro would have us believe! Because the steak n' eggs of the situation is that despite all the top ten lists you make, all the POTENTIAL people claim you have, and all the hopes and dreams the 'rasslin masses have for you in this sport, when push comes to shove, you haven't done a damn thing by yourself! Call it a mockery, call it an OUTRAGE, your tag-teamin' ass KNOWS it's the TRUTH!"
Super-toothy grin.
SJH: "And the truth of the matter is that all the alchemy in the world ain't gonna do your Druid-ass a bit of good when you find yourself on the opposite side of the fight. You may be this up and coming singles star... but right here, right now, in THIS l'il tournament match-up, I'm the big dog on top that's gonna be pushin' your sorry self back down!
But hey, no hard feelings, right? Maybe when this thing is done, you'll know your place in the world and we can win ourselves another TAG MATCH!!"
Hart laughs at his words once more.
SJH: "Muff DADDY has left the building!"
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Le Chateau du Hart in Orlando, Florida - 10 PM
Shadowboxing before a mirror adorned in a manner most elegant with platinum etching and the like is the Pro Wrestling Circuit's Prime Minister of Gettin' Sinister, SJH. As the camerman moves in for a closer shot, Hart throws a final uppercut, lifts the tiger-print hood that is covering the upper portion face, and shoots the meanest mug he can muster into the camera.
SJH: "''Eyo picho Cabrón! Pleasure as always!"
Super-fake grin.
SJH: "Not one week ago, I was tickled pink to have you in my corner versus Team First in a big main-event match-up that would go on to establish my momentum heading into the title bout I've now got on tap. And for that, I thank you! You are, WITHOUT QUESTION, a tag team specialist; a master of your own domain, and a guy with more awesome aliases and magnificent monikers than even I can lay claim to!"
He nods his head with approval.
SJH: "Seeing how you work, what you do to get the win, the formula that facilitates your success, well... it was all absolutely somethin' to behold, I'm not gonna lie. Which is why I'm looking forward, perhaps more so than either of my previous two excursions in this tournament, to gettin' into that squared circle with ya, knowin' each and every move you're gonna make before you attempt them, because in THIS equation X equals Erik Black getting his ass KICKED and getting EXPOSED for the one-trick pony he is!!"
SJH chuckles impishly.
SJH: "Tag team specialist?? Like I said, there ain't no doubt about it! Singles champion? I think not... regardless of what Empire Pro would have us believe! Because the steak n' eggs of the situation is that despite all the top ten lists you make, all the POTENTIAL people claim you have, and all the hopes and dreams the 'rasslin masses have for you in this sport, when push comes to shove, you haven't done a damn thing by yourself! Call it a mockery, call it an OUTRAGE, your tag-teamin' ass KNOWS it's the TRUTH!"
Super-toothy grin.
SJH: "And the truth of the matter is that all the alchemy in the world ain't gonna do your Druid-ass a bit of good when you find yourself on the opposite side of the fight. You may be this up and coming singles star... but right here, right now, in THIS l'il tournament match-up, I'm the big dog on top that's gonna be pushin' your sorry self back down!
But hey, no hard feelings, right? Maybe when this thing is done, you'll know your place in the world and we can win ourselves another TAG MATCH!!"
Hart laughs at his words once more.
SJH: "Muff DADDY has left the building!"
FADE OUT.