Post by D! on Jan 15, 2006 23:20:46 GMT -5
(Lights up. D! is backstage with NAPW stalwart Josh Reynolds.)
REYNOLDS: We are mere moments away from Monday Night Fights, and the last show before Joker's Wild, seven days from now. I'm talking to the number one contender, One Letter, Said Real Loud, D!
D!: And I want to take the time to address my two favourite Mouseketeers, Chris Casino and Lobo! I've been in the ring with both of you schlubs. I've taken you both on, and short of three-on-one beatdowns, I've handed your asses to you time and time again! Lobo! You should be thanking your lucky stars that you've got a sugar daddy that'll carry you into another main event! Do yourself a favour, stop being a human shield, and stop getting used like a tool by Casino! You want the TV title so badly? Well, guess what! Losing tonight's not gonna get you there! And Casino . . . you gutless tool. Anything I do to you tonight's gonna be nothing but pure warm-up for the steel cage. Soldier up, peanut, bring D-X, bring Cartwright, bring Minstrel, bring your daddy out of jail and your momma out of rehab, for all I care! Because while you've been busy drinking your ass off, sucking in general and having your "hilarious" scenes with Doctor . . . Tittywhacker . . .
REYNOLDS: (Mouthing the word.) Tittywhacker?
D!: I've been working with my partner . . . the Superstar that nobody wanted to work with, but is going to have my back tonight, as a solid unit, as a tag team, as the two men who are gonna beat the Rat Pack straight into the ground . . . D! AND!--
(And right on cue, The Predator walks into the shot.)
D!: The Predator!
PREDATOR: Chris Casino, your title reign will end at Joker's Wild, because I've seen D! in action this weekend! I've seen him take three men, better men than you, all out at once! He is not the same man you've faced before! Let you and your lap-dog be forewarned . . . what you'll experience tonight . . . won't be a wrestling match . . .
(He leans into the camera.)
PREDATOR: It'll be a hunt.
(Both men clap hands together and shake.)
D!: We gonna do this?
PREDATOR: It's on.
(D! whoops, then goes white when he sees Predator hoist a familiar-looking belt up on his shoulder.)
D!: Uh . . . what is that?
PREDATOR: It's the original NAPW Title. Now let's go!
(Predator walks off, leaving D! standing on the spot, with a look half-way between furious and heart-broken. Lights down.)
REYNOLDS: We are mere moments away from Monday Night Fights, and the last show before Joker's Wild, seven days from now. I'm talking to the number one contender, One Letter, Said Real Loud, D!
D!: And I want to take the time to address my two favourite Mouseketeers, Chris Casino and Lobo! I've been in the ring with both of you schlubs. I've taken you both on, and short of three-on-one beatdowns, I've handed your asses to you time and time again! Lobo! You should be thanking your lucky stars that you've got a sugar daddy that'll carry you into another main event! Do yourself a favour, stop being a human shield, and stop getting used like a tool by Casino! You want the TV title so badly? Well, guess what! Losing tonight's not gonna get you there! And Casino . . . you gutless tool. Anything I do to you tonight's gonna be nothing but pure warm-up for the steel cage. Soldier up, peanut, bring D-X, bring Cartwright, bring Minstrel, bring your daddy out of jail and your momma out of rehab, for all I care! Because while you've been busy drinking your ass off, sucking in general and having your "hilarious" scenes with Doctor . . . Tittywhacker . . .
REYNOLDS: (Mouthing the word.) Tittywhacker?
D!: I've been working with my partner . . . the Superstar that nobody wanted to work with, but is going to have my back tonight, as a solid unit, as a tag team, as the two men who are gonna beat the Rat Pack straight into the ground . . . D! AND!--
(And right on cue, The Predator walks into the shot.)
D!: The Predator!
PREDATOR: Chris Casino, your title reign will end at Joker's Wild, because I've seen D! in action this weekend! I've seen him take three men, better men than you, all out at once! He is not the same man you've faced before! Let you and your lap-dog be forewarned . . . what you'll experience tonight . . . won't be a wrestling match . . .
(He leans into the camera.)
PREDATOR: It'll be a hunt.
(Both men clap hands together and shake.)
D!: We gonna do this?
PREDATOR: It's on.
(D! whoops, then goes white when he sees Predator hoist a familiar-looking belt up on his shoulder.)
D!: Uh . . . what is that?
PREDATOR: It's the original NAPW Title. Now let's go!
(Predator walks off, leaving D! standing on the spot, with a look half-way between furious and heart-broken. Lights down.)