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| Paul vs. Egon Part 2; Headaches... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 1 2007, 08:11 AM (21 Views) | |
| Paul Anderson | Nov 1 2007, 08:11 AM Post #1 |
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Headaches... (The camera slowly fades in from darkness and opens up in a large office; the walls are painted a bright white, the floor a black marble and the lights overhead are lit dimly, a few cabinets of books and other items are placed randomly on the four walls including framed photographs of the “Tax-Man’s” personal friends and family. Situated against the most northern wall is a stainless steel and glass table, on which sit a computer, a phone and a stack of papers, behind the desk is a large leather-looking chair facing the opposite direction from which the dim lights reflect off of gently. The telephone which was on the table appears to be in use as the cord from the handset to the receiver is wrapped around the chair and Paul Anderson’s voice can just about be heard.) Paul Anderson: I know, I know, after viewing those two sad attempts of what were suppose to be promos I have an unimaginable sized headache. It appears that Mr. Egon Jameson is more out there then I had first thought. All he talks about is Damage Inc. Do I look like Image Inc? Is he wrestling Damage Inc. Next week? No. He’ll be facing me next week. All this talk that he doing with Jack, Jake, John, or whatever his pals name is, isn’t going to help him in the ring with me. They talk about chairs like we’re all supposed to care. Like he’s the first one to ever use one. The verdict is in, Egon Jameson isn’t sick and twisted, he’s just flat out dumb. Voice: They actually confused you with a postal worker. I almost wish I could be there in person, it’s too bad I’m still under contract in that other federation. Paul Anderson: Don’t worry, your contract will be up in a few weeks and then you can come over to where legends will be made. Voice: Yeah, the two of us are going to tear a hole right through European Wrestling Federation. But right now I gotta go. Good luck on Monday, I’ll be watching. Paul Anderson: Thanks, I’ll call you after the show. (Paul reaches out grabbing a remote control, he presses play and footage from last weeks Monday Night Revolution plays out on a large screen.) Liddel walks over and lifts Showtime to his feet again. He then wraps his arm around the neck of Showtime and lifts him high into the air. He then drops down with a suplex. Liddel covers Showtime and Liam drops to count. 1….2…. Showtime gets a foot on the rope and Liddel gets mad. He stands up and begins arguing with Liam Alexander as Showtime slowly uses the ropes to get to his feet. Liddel realizes this and turns and runs at Showtime. He drives a knee into the face of Showtime who collapses again to the mat. Liddel holds the ropes for leverage as he begins stomping on the defenseless Showtime again. After about five stomps, Liam Alexander comes over and pulls Liddel away from Showtime. Liddel gets mad and turns and motions as if he is about to punch Liam. Liam smiles and shakes his head. Liddel stands and stares at Liam for a moment or two as Showtime gets to his feet. Liddel realizes that Showtime is up again and turns around just in time to meet a superkick head on. Liddel collapses and Showtime goes for a cover. 1…. 2….. Liddel kicks out. Showtime stands up and lifts Liddel to his feet. He then wraps his arms around Liddel and snaps him violently overhead with a t-bone suplex. Liddel is now lying flat out twitching. Showtime bounces off of the rope and returns with an elbow to the chest of Liddel. Showtime again goes for the cover. 1…. 2…. Liddel kicks out. Showtime stands up and begins stomping at Liddel. Liddel rolls away and Showtime gives chase and continues to stomp on Liddel even as Liddel holds the ropes. Liam Alexander comes over and pulls Showtime back this time and Showtime pushes Liam out of the way. Liam now looks a bit upset as Showtime lifts Liddel to his feet. Liam then spins Showtime around and Showtime just glares cold and hard into the eyes of Liam Alexander. Liam backs up a step as Liddel walks towards Showtime. Showtime turns around as Liddel tries to nail him in the back with a closed fist and Liddel staggers forward. Liam then kicks Liddel in the gut and drops him to the mat with a spike ddt. Liddel is now out cold as Liam stands up again. Showtime stares and smiles at what just transpired as he walks over to Liam and shake his hand when Liam kicks him in the gut as well and nails another spike ddt. Liam then gets up and stares at the two unconscious men in the ring and places the arm of Showtime over the chest of Liddel. Liam Alexander then counts the pin 1….. 2….. 3…. Sean Williams: Winner by pinfall Mr Showtime! Stubbs: Holy hell! Liam Alexander just screwed the Iceman out of this match by placing Showtime on top of him Adams: Well I think Liam Alexander had a plan and what he has done tonight has been planned for some time now it seemed My question is Why? Why did De Luca do it? Stubbs: Well during the week I am sure we will here why this happened tonight. Thank you for joining us on Monday Night Revolution. GOODNIGHT FOLKS! (The Revolution footage comes to an end and the camera once again focuses in on Paul.) Paul Anderson: Another victory for Mr. Showtime... tainted, but a victory is a victory. Last week Liam Alexander helped Mr. Showtime save face but the International Champion can’t hide behind others forever. I shouldn’t really get on Mr. Showtime, it’s not him that I want. It’s the gold that he holds, it’s the International Championship that I crave. It just so happens that Mr. Showtime holds what I want, he’s in a very bad place. Right now Mr. Showtime and Liam Alexander are playing their little game, each one jocking for position, each one wanting to get in the right stance for XtrEmE Collision. It doesn’t matter which one walks out with the International Championship, mark my words, I’ll be right there waiting to take what I want! This is just a notice, the International Championship division is now on notice... the “Tax-Man” is coming to collect. (The camera slowly fades back into darkness.) |
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