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Mar 20, 2019 17:56:48 GMT -6
Post by progressedneon on Mar 20, 2019 17:56:48 GMT -6
Guitar strums are heard as a catchy beat begins to play, after 20 seconds. We see a man who walks out from behind the curtain in street clothing and a microphone in hand. DCT: Aye wee lads. Who do ya think you are? Who do ya think ye talkin' to? All this nonsense, all this blasphemy about goin' to WrassleMania... it's a joke, right? Do ye all think you're actually goin' there? Ye all probably goin' to get booked on a bloody Battle Royal if ye ask me. But me, DCT... Naw, I'm goin' further than ye! I'm goin' to compete for a Championship whilst ye all play puppets to the company. That's right, ye all puppets to a corporate sham. Bein' controlled and told what to do around here, ye see... I don't have time for management and corporation tellin' what DCT should wear, speak or do, I do me own fackin' thing! So if ye want to make a name for yourself and step out of ye shell for once, then I won't hesitate to punch ye right in the face! None of you have what it takes to prove yourself, I mean look at Rocky over here... spittin' out bullshit about how he's hostin', wrasslin' a match and what-not. Lad, those movies you've been makin', that big money... it's fried ye brains worst than a bloody loose sheep on a paddock all alone! Perhaps you need to understand a true Brave-Heart, a true fighter, a Scottish man who's capable of takin' things so far that you all look like weaklings, now let me ask ye... do you think you've got what it takes to back up ye words? I'm talkin' to all of you now... so pay attention, ye goin' nowhere, especially nowhere when DCT is around ye wankers!
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mattchewie
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Mar 20, 2019 21:24:58 GMT -6
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Post by mattchewie on Mar 20, 2019 21:24:58 GMT -6
???: Ladies and gentlemen.....The crowd goes silent as the camera pans up to the entrance stage and a familiar pudgy face steps onto the stage with microphone in hand. He adjusts his tie before he continues. Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen...my name is Paul Heyman and I am the advocate to....well...a few choice individuals. Normally, I would step out here and proclaim that I am the advocate for a certain, Beast Incarnate. A certain, Conqueror. A certain individual that would take each and every one of you to Suplex City. But not tonight. No, tonight the man that I am here to present to you is going to take you to an entirely different place other than Suplex City. If we are to keep up with that type of play on words, then I suppose you could say that my client is about to take every man inside and outside of that ring to the Savate Subdivision....Heyman slowly starts walking down the ramp. Heyman: You all should have listened to Mr. Wyatt whenever he warned you all to run. Because now you're going to face the consequences of angering my client. I would venture to guess that each of you would like to think of yourselves as fairly tough men. In this business, there is as much of a testament to a man's toughness inside of the ring as well as how tough he is considered outside of the ring. From Rick Rude to Scott Steiner to Andre the Giant to Big Van Vader, there have been numerous tales and urban legends about the toughest sons of bitches this business has ever seen. But all of those names I have mentioned, as well as all of you, they all fail to quite measure up to the literal toughest son of a bitch that has ever laced up a pair of boots. I know, I know...you're all just chomping at the bit, ready to chime in and try and convince these people just how tough you really are...but the minute that my client steps out from behind that curtain....you're all likely to flood your tights.Heyman starts walking up the steps and stands on the ring apron. Heyman: Now, I could stand out here for hours...and hours...and hours and tell all of you the stories of this man's sheer badassery. I could tell you about the time that he got arrested in a bar fight and after the 7...yes...7 police officers it took to subdue him, whenever they cuffed his hands behind his back he just laughed as he broke the chain that held the cuffs together. I could tell you about the time that he used his signature hold on a mixed martial artist at a bar and made him literally defecate himself. I could tell you about the time that he was sitting at the bar, minding his own business...whenever he looked over his shoulder and saw three of his wrestling brothers being overtaken and outnumbered by a dozen or so bikers. My client tossed back the glass he was drinking from, gently sat it down on the bar, walked over to the leader of this biker gang that was laying the boots to his wrestling brothers....and my client just said to him calmly. "Brudda, you need to stop." The leader of the gang shouted some obscenities and racial slurs, to which my client replied with hooking his index finger into his orbital socket and threatened to pop his eyeball right out of the socket if he didn't call his men off. Needless to say, the fighting stopped immediately. I could go on for days telling the legendary stories of this man's tenacity...but instead of telling you, I will let him show you just how savage he really is. Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to present to you...Heyman: The original Beast...The Face of Fear...The Tongan Terror...The Polynesian Punisher....This...Is...MENG!
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