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 Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 11:03 pm
*The old school Wolf Pac music plays as Big Sexy Kevin Nash walks down to the ring, in a suit, a mic in hand and a smile on his face*
"Simmer, Simmer, It's time for Big Sexy to speak."
*The crowd is chanting NASH NASH NASH*
"Alright, so, It has been a while since this has happened, but ladies and gentlemen, you are all privileged tonight, because for the first time in over 5 years, the old school, original bad a** tag team will be reuniting. Me, Big Sexy Kevin Nash and my brother, the bad guy, the real freakin' deal, Scott "Razor Ramon" Hall. Tonight, we make history. We are making the challenge to the Tag Team Champions, We don't care who they are and what they say. The greatest tag team alive, today, are lacking the tag team titles, and that is what we are going to get. Hall will soon be the WIF and Hardcore Champion, and will add the Tag Team Titles to that list. Every single fan in this area wants one thing, to see Nash and Hall on top of the world on more time, and to stay on the top as long as we can. All the gold means all the money. Soon, Scott and I will own every single piece of WIF Title gold that we can own, and it starts with the tag team titles. So the challenge is made, at the next Pay Per View, The Wolf Pac vs. The Tag Team Champions, for the Tag Team Titles. Because we are, taking over!
*Nash waits a response*
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:56 pm
"You think you know me.." Metalingus hits the air as the fans are on their feet cheering. Edge walks down in his white Rated R Tights and his Bleeding Heart in hand T-Shirt. He has one half of the WIF Tag Titles on his shoulder, and a Microphone in the other hand. His music stops as he speaks on the mic.
"Whoa whoa hold on a minute there, big guy."
Edge walks down to the aisle, not taking his eyes off Big Sexy.
"You see, thats the problem with you Kevin, You think you own the place. You think you should have whatever you want just because you're the "Almighty" Kevin Nash."
He gets in the ring.
"Well here's a news flash for ya' Big Daddy, times have changed. I mean, look around you, The Kliq broke up a long time ago. Also, There is no longer an nWo. You don't have the stroke that you had back in the day. You can't just barge into here and make demands here and there. But I'm a nice guy, and if there is still some Diesel left in the tank, then fine. If you and your buddy want a shot at the tag titles, well you got it Big Fella. But if you want to come out here, letting your mouth write checks your a** can't cash.."
He walks dangerously close to Nash, not showing one ounce of fear or intimidation.
"Then you better be prepared to back up your words."
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Desirable Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 9:00 pm
*Nash smiles*
"Best back up there pal, this is coming from the guy that is injured what, every other weekend. I could take you and your partner out in the blink of an eye, but since you want to come out here and run your mouth, if your body is up to it, me and you, one on one, and I will show you which one of us will be cashing the checks, Big guy."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 9:14 pm
Edge smirks.
"Oh, you wanna go one on one with The Rated R Superstar? Well thats cool with me, Old Man. If your quad hasn't broken for the millionth time, then I got know problem spearing your old decrepit carcass right through the ring. Get a ref out here and you got your match."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 1:07 am
Who the hell is this imposter?
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