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Post by President Hudson on Jul 29, 2006 17:55:09 GMT -5
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Post by animal on Jul 30, 2006 9:58:23 GMT -5
-- HWF cameras open up inside the locker room of the newest edition to the HWF Roster. Animal sitting down in his chair, with his hat on sideways, bandana on his head and huge chains rolling down his neck. He notices the camera looking on as he looks towards it and begins to speak. -- [/i] Animal: Yo dawg whats up? You here for an Interview. I'll give you one homie but make it quiet aight, I aint got much time. -- Animal gets compfortable and looks back towards the camera. --[/i] Animal: My debut match, next Sunday against some punk named Goblin. You halloween lookin muthafucka, I kill niggas for fun, and you are just anotha victim on my hitlist. I joined this fed for one reason and that is to become World Champ, and with punks like you steppin' in my way, I doubt I will have a problem. I mean, I see you walkin around the back, like you are mentally retarded. Kreepin Around like you run it. Let me tell you somethin'... There is a new Playa in town and his name is Animal. If I don't end up killin' you at Trial by Fire, You will be seeing the inside of a Hospital, let me tell you. -- Animal laughs. --[/i] Animal: My niggas back home are rootin' for me and lets just say if I don't get the job done, shits gonna hit the fan around my pad. Goblin, you tryin to scare people with that cheap ass name? You don't scare me homie, I'd smack the devil around if he got in my face, you know why?? Because I just don't give a fuck! Trial by Fire is the beginning and the end of your career because once its all said and done you will be paralized from the neck down when I beat you all around that arena floor. The game is just about to begin around this mothafucka and it begins with me destroying you in front of millions of people watching.
I like this wrestling bidnes. I get to beat people to a bloody pulp and wont end up in jail for it. I've been in jail plenty of times in my life but this is a new beginning, because if I end up killing folks, its their own damn fault because they had the balls to step into the ring with this Thug. Nobody knows me, and my history but after Trail by Fire, you will all realize what kind of ANIMAL I really am. Peace out Bitch!-- Animal sits on his couch as the scene fades out. --[/center] |
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The Goblin
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Post by The Goblin on Aug 3, 2006 9:41:22 GMT -5
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(On Air.)
A wooden chair goes flying across the room and collides with the wall breaking into splinters. The chair is promptly followed by an expensive looking vase, which is of course filled with water and flowers making a mess every where. The vase and chair splinters are soon kept company by an odd colored yellow lamp that also collides with the wall and breaks with a loud smashing sound. Finally the cameraman decides to get smart and look to see where all this stuff is coming from to reveal the Goblin in a sea of destruction. The odd little man has a battleaxe in one hand and holding aloft an expensive looking collector plate in the other. With a vicious swing he obliterates the plate and then turns to look at the camera with an angry glare in place.
The Goblin: Why must they put me in the ring with idiots?!?!! What kind of animal are you, a bat? Because only someone as blind as you could honestly look in the mirror and think you are going to compete with The Goblin King. I've dissected you down and know your weaknesses already. Hell, from your promo it's clear to see that the only thing lacking in you more than wrestling talent is english comprehension. Let's listen:
"N*gga N*gga kill mothafucka die mothafucka n*gga n*gga thug fuck homie fuck i just don't give a fuck mothafucka n*gga n*gga peace out bitch!"
Gobby looks around, confused as everyone else who just heard the promo. He then smiles slightly behind his mask.
The Goblin: Catchy song. Ohh, wait, you were trying to insult me or scare me with that. I guess you didn't read my bio page on HWF.com, huh? Wait, you couldn't have...because it's NOT UP!! Let me call Hudson now and find out what the hell is taking so long!
The Goblin picks up a nearby cell phone and dials a number, which we're assuming to be Mr. Hudson's, owner of HWF. We hear the automated talking of a voice mail, followed by a long beep:
The Goblin: Mr. Hudson, it's me, Gobby. Or The Goblin King. Or the Pain Syndicate. Or the grenade renegade. Whatever suits you best today. Anyway, listen, I know you've been busy and all, but if you don't have my roster page up soon, I'm going to blow up the entire city of Detroit on Sunday. And you wouldn't want that on you conscious, now would you? Ohh, and thanks again for the contract. Gobby out!
The Master of Destruction brings the war axe down on a nice polished dinner table, punching a big hole in it. A second swing cuts the table into two halves each resting on a funny angle. A big boot from the Goblin knocks one of the bit over and across the room. A smash can be heard off camera as we assume it hit something breakable. With a glare the Goblin tosses the battleaxe across the room where it “thunks” into the wall sticking out of an expensive looking painting.
The Goblin: See puppy, that's how The Goblin gets down. This Sunday at Trial By Fire I’ll be more then happy to show you what embracing true pain can do for you.
The instrument of destruction member lights a match and tosses it on to the bed which goes up in flames immediately. The Goblin now stands in front of the flaming bed as smoke and fire rise from the recently created inferno giving the Goblin a very hellish appearance.
The Goblin glances around the room to make sure there is nothing that hasn’t been broken and finds everything in complete destruction. He gathers his bag and makes his way to the door right when the sprinklers go off showering the room in water… like a shower… odd that. He reaches for the door only to have it open ahead of him as the hotel’s manager is standing there looking pissed. The Goblin shrugs and pulls out a roll of Mentos. He shows it to the guy and then smiles the guy doesn’t laugh so the Goblin shoves him back out of the room and walks out after him.
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