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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 2:39 pm
The camera fades-in to a roaring crowd, who are all ready for the sixth WWFG Legacies show! The camera switches to show the commentary team for the night, good ol' JR, Jim Ross, and 'The King' (of heart attacks I presume) Jerry Lawler.JR: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen and we are LIVE in Louisville, Kentucky for all of the exciting fall-out from what happened at the WWFG Royal Rumble Pay-Per-View Event last month!"
King: "We are well and truly on the Road To Wrestlemania JR! A new number one contender to the WWFG Legacy Championship was decided by the Royal Rumble Match!"
JR: "Speaking of the Legacy title, we now have new Legacy Champion as Bad Boy defeated Cyrus "The Dream" Everblaze at the Rumble to win the championship!"
King: "We also saw the crowning of a new WWFG Hardcore Champion as Andrew Styles defeated the former champion Jay Blue Lightning in a big win for the rookie!"
JR: "Mirada Rose continues her reign as WWFG Femme Fatale Champion when she made her sister Talia tap-out!" Suddenly, Bout This City by Reps hits the arena and the crowd roars with cheers as The Extraordinary Englishman, Cartwright, makes his way to the ring! JR: "Here he is! The Royal Rumble Winner himself, Cartwright!"
King: "He looks so happy! I know I would be if I had won the Royal Rumble and knew that I was going to be headlining Wrestlemania!"
JR: "Cartwright continues to look better and impress us all even further with each show! He could ride this momentum all the way to the title!"The camera switches back to Cartwright, who is standing in the ring with a microphone in his right hand. He smiles as the fans chant his name. He reciprocates with a cheesy pose, which they love.Cartwright: "Thank you, Kentucky! Thank you!"
Crowd: "CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT!"
Cartwright: "After all these years of being your King of the Canvas, after the Royal Rumble Match last month, now I truly do feel The King of the WWFG Universe! I entered my very first Royal Rumble Match last month and all of my studying of the match from afar and your help made it possible for me to go on and win it in my first attempt! I am PROUD to be representing each and every one of you here right now and watching at home! Thanks to all of you for supporting me, I have been able to accomplish everything that I have and I owe you all for it!"
Crowd: "YOU'RE OUR KING! YOU'RE OUR KING! YOU'RE OUR KING!"
JR: "Wow the WWFG Universe is really into Cartwright!"
King: "All this talk about loving these morons is making me feel sick JR!"
Cartwright: "So what can I do to show my thanks to you all?! I know what I need to do! I need to deliver something to all of my fans! I need to go on to Wrestlemania and I need to cash-in my Royal Rumble win that you all gave to me and turn it into a new reign as WWFG Legacy Champion to fully cement my WWFG Legacy! My WWFG Royalty Status! Your People Power!"Cartwright points at his adoring fans who cheer his every word. They love this guy!Cartwright: "At the Royal Rumble, I showed Trent that nice guys don't always finish last! Next, I will show the new WWFG Legacy Champion, Bad Boy, what happens when he has to defend his title against a Good Man! Against The People's Champion! Against The Extraordinary Englishman, Cartwright!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 4:20 pm
The Arena was loud due to the fact their hero, Cartwright was in, however that would change very soon due to the song "Heart of Courage" by Two Steps from Hell hitting the PA System.
The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage with a confident grin smeared on his face. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.
Announcer: Introducing at this time. From St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 216 Pounds, TRENT!
Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots, as well as his new piece of gold around his waist. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.
Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the ring here tonight.
Cartwright took a shot and he would soon pay for saying that he taught Trent some sort of lesson. He would plant both feet into the mat, sternly, standing his ground while staring coldly into the eyes of the winner of the Royal Rumble. The crowd greeting the Archangel with boo's despite his performance last night. Lasting from the number one spot, almost to the end, probably lasting the longest in any Royal Rumble ever.
A few moments of staring, an official would have approached the ropes with a microphone, Trent approached those ropes while keeping his glance on Cartwright. Grabbing the microphone, Trent would turn completely toward his opponent last night, and would bring the microphone to his mouth, ready to do what he does best.
"Congratulations Cartwright, you did win. You proved that "nice guys" don't always finish last. However, I would bet that if you defended that title you have, that the good guy would lose." The crowd would disagree with that statement with a bunch of boo's, blocking out any words that he would try to spill from his mouth following that statement.
Trent would wait impatiently for the crowd to quiet down to a level where he wouldn't be completely annoyed, changing his tone completely since the last sentence. "I swear, to the lord above, that if you fought me for that Royal Rumble spot you luckily won, due to the fact people saw me as more of a threat than you, that I would win. Hell, I would fight now despite the fact my jaw may be broken." Noise would be uttered from all the fan's mouths once again, showing their disrespect for the competitor to a great extent.
In an abrupt way, "SHUT UP, ALREADY!" Trent would yell into the microphone. "Enough is enough, Cart. You're fans aren't making things easier, however. I Swear that if you fight me, that I will defeat you. I have faced adversity before, smiling, and winning in the end. People thought me trying to defeat Disciple was something that I could never accomplish, but I did it on my own with no assistance. People thought that I would lose in the first round of the King of the Ring tournament, but I ended up defeating you. Hell, I have fought against adversity for all of my career, and each encounter makes me look better." Trent said in a burst, beginning to breathe heavily at the last sentence, with an angered and loud tone to compliment every word.
Many great points were made, at least in the eyes of Trent. But it was time for the Royal Rumble winner to put some input in. Trent stared directly into the eyes of Cart, waiting for a reply or something, not sure if he could take the crowd any longer.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:11 pm
Listen up!
The future is bulletproof
The aftermath is secondary!
It’s time to do it now and do it loud.
Killjoys, Make some noise!
The music cut out quickly as Boxer stepped onto the stage wearing his usual Jeans and a hoodie. The demon had a microphone in his hand and the crowd was none to happy to see him.
"For someone with a busted jaw you sure are pretty keen on using it Trent." Boxer flipped his hood off of his head as he walked down to the ring; as usual he was smirking like a p***k. "I've watched you since you came into this company and I've seen you deliver in this ring time and time again." He stopped near the bottom of the ramp and stared right at Trent. "But if you honestly think that anyone was intimidated by you in the rumble you are out of your mind."
Boxer rolled into the ring and stood up, by this point the crowd was starting to cheer him. Boxer pointed first to Trent "I've fought with you." Then to Cartwright "and I've fought with you and as a bonus, I've beaten both of you." The crowd boo'd him, assuming he had some kind of sinister motive for being out there. Boxer turned around to address the crowd. "Calm down. Calm down. I'm not here to challenge anyone to a fight, I just want to congratulate my former teammate Cartwright."
He leaned against the corner turnbuckle, facing the two competitors in the center of the ring. "And I would have done it backstage but this glass jawed jabroni came down and started running his mouth and quite frankly I'm tired of hearing it. Now don't take this the wrong way Trent but for all your talk how many accolades do you have here in WWFG? I've been both a Tag Team and Intercontinental Champion, Cartwright has been Tag Team and World Champion in addition to winning the Royal Rumble and winning King of the Canvas. What have you done?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 2:18 am
"Now Now Now. Who showed Trent what at the Royal Rumble?" The Queen of thorns voice would resound through the arena,mostly to boo's. A few whistles,but those were from horny idiots. "Last I checked, it was not Cartwright that showed him anything. You know why that was?" Miranda walked slowly down to the ring,her belt slung over her shoulder. "That was because Trent was too busy not getting his mouth wired shut,like he should have. I broke his jaw,but more importantly, I threw the waste of space straight out of the rumble. And straight into a hospital bed." She would slink under the top rope,microphone in hand. "But everyone keep talking." Miranda would giggle. "After all,I am only a girl."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 2:34 am
Trent would place his hand on his jaw, and motion it back and forth with a stiff smile upon his face. However, he had a comeback and he knew his way around the microphone with two veterans. Taking his time, Trent brought his microphone to his mouth, the crowd hushed and waiting for the response.
"I don't know, Boxer." Trent said, the smile growing wider as he spoke. "Maybe, I have defeated a beast known as Disciple, maybe I outlasted every man in the Royal Rumble. Trent would begin to gloat, "Hell, maybe I haven't gained a championship in this company, but I have put up a good fight with whoever I met inside the ring. You two are no exception." Trent stopped, his face losing the smile he gained originally from Boxer coming out and questioning Trent.
"Look here, Boxer. Despite the championships I hold, I am still a better talent than both of you. Hell, I could out wrestle both of you on any given day, whether it was contested under a normal match or no disqualification match." This obviously got a bad response from the crowd, who would begin to boo this man, not letting him get the chance to speak, seeing he ruined it. However, that didn't stop the irritated Trent from becoming louder than a crowd, when he had a microphone in his hands. "Cartwright, you know you want to fight me. Ignore Boxer and the bullshit congratulations he is giving you, and fight me for that spot you son of a b***h."
The words came out muffled due to the fans, but Cartwright and Boxer must have heard the words peak out from the noise that was occupying the arena. However the chatter would stop when a voice of a woman could be heard, and instantly the taste of something sour would fill the already distasteful situation. The same person who eliminated him in the Royal Rumble would begin to walk out.
She said her two cents and Trent, who was already fed up with the fans, would begin to become extremely pissed at the whistles and boos that filled the arena. That's why he would snap, "Miranda, we both know you are no ordinary woman. However, don't flatter yourself when I say that." The crowd would begin to say their "Ooooh's" at the insult thrown at her. "As far as my jaw goes, as I stated earlier, I am in good enough shape to beat Cartwright's a**, Boxer's a**, and even your cute little a** that brought it's way into the ring after already getting on my nerves." This was obviously getting on Trent's nerves, thus why he was threatening all the people in the ring who were trying to back him into a corner.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 2:43 am
Miranda would smirk a devilish smirk The man had opened imself up to be schooled on the mic by a rookie,and she loved it.
"Trent,get serious with everyone here,and with yourself. I took it to you at the rumble. I not only suplexed you on the barricade. I also knocked you unconscious, laying in a pool of your own blood.even when you recovered for that second wind you got. It was a champion that threw you over the top ropes. You couldn't take "my cute little a**" when you had your whole body intact, and I assure you, no matter how delusional you are, and how inflated your ego is. it would be much worse with a wound such as that." Miranda would take a step toward the overconfident superstar.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 3:14 am
Honestly, this wouldn't get Trent fuming on a normal case. But this was no normal day, this was the day after he came so close to winning the Rumble, and the fact she is bragging about the elimination just sent the biggest message that she had no respect for him.
The Archangel brought the microphone up to his lips and began to speak. "There were many factors that came into play. If you didn't know, I was the longest entrant in the Royal Rumble, lasting there longer than any other man, and definitely any woman." That was a shot below the belt from Trent, but it was true in this sense.
The Archangel would step forward, getting in the face of Miranda, the champion in this case, however he didn't see her as that. All he saw was a pretty face who got lucky in the long run. He would wait for the reply of Miranda while getting in her face, about to butt heads. However, Cartwright was still in the back of his mind.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 3:29 am
Miranda would smile again." Factors that came into play...is that what you say to your girlfriend at night when you can't perform?" She would laugh,and the entire arena would react to that hit below the belt. "Listen. This is the WWF, You don't get to make excuses. You didn't get it done simply because you aren't good enough to win the rumble. and as much as it sucks for me to admit,I didn't either. But the Job I did do? the job I did well. is I eliminated your a**,Trent. Not only yours,but Pantera, another fan favorite, That new b***h, Sarah Skye,and that new guy Twiztor. I eliminated four ********, all you did was show how proficient you are at bleeding and falling down and breaking your bones. So what? you were in there longer then me. You survived in the rumble because I wasn't in the match. and when I did join the match..." Miranda paused,finally pressing her forehead to Trent's. "I Kicked. Your. a**!"Miranda roared as the Crowd actually cheered the woman for standing her ground
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 3:56 am
There is a low-blow in return, always insulting a man's manhood. Well, that was one way to take things to the extremes. Trent smiled slightly as he looked into the eyes of Miranda and said in a calm tone. "I don't know about that Miranda, I think Talia thought I delivered well, maybe even better than anyone else she's been. At least, that's the thought I was given."
The crowd would begin to throw their "Oooh's" out once again, with some boos following it. The family card was pulled out and Miranda was sure to be pissed, but that is why he would move back, going behind the two men who were unsure of what was exactly happening at this moment in time. All Trent knew is that Miranda was either really mad, or deranged for not being mad, and that Trent was getting on her nerves, just like she was getting on his nerves.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 4:06 am
Miranda would look at him with the fire he saw when she was beating him mercilessly,she slowly put the microphone to her mouth. "Talia's been known to say things like that to men she pities. Except.I think we all know that all you have done since you've come out here and run your broken mouth and say stupid a** things you can't back up. You said you could kick any one in this ring's a**. I know you can't beat me,we have already been there,and that's why you have a broken mouth. And you are terrified that Ill do worse,so you're hiding now,like the cowardly b***h you are. As for my Twin,Talia. I wonder what she would really say if we brought her out here? You are a spineless p***y,which means you are finally living up to your potential. You are in the Ring with Champions,and former champions,with a broken ******** jaw and you are still running your mouth. Just shut your mouth,before I make damn sure its wired shut."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 4:15 am
Trent didn't necessarily need to hide, he just knew that Miranda was coming at him and he didn't want to actually throw a punch in a girl's direction. Wrestling itself and a fist fight are two different things, and from the fire and passion in her eyes currently, it seemed like a fight would occur. That is the only reason, he has faced behemoths, champions, and multiple men before that and he had nothing to hide from.
From behind the two men, he would keep talking, running his "broken" jaw until it became sore. "All I hear is bullshit." He said, plain and simple, nothing else too her as his attention would be changed in the direction of Cartwright, who he stood behind. Of course, Miranda may not be happy with that move, but it doesn't matter because he got under her skin finally. "Now Cart, I know you are having doubts that you will lose to me. I don't doubt you, but show me that heart you possess and show me that good guys win. I am a prime example of that being true. Meanwhile, the chicka over there is an example of a lucky day, nothing else."
The teasing would continue, despite the fact he was talking to Cartwright. The crowd would boo, knowing that he was pinpointing his attack on a woman, but that woman knew how to fight, that's for sure.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 4:44 am
Before the audience could see whether Trent and Miranda would come to blows, the acoustic strum of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory began playing over the announce system, all eyes turning towards the stage as that could mean only one thing...and sure enough, their expectations were satisfied, Salem Croft stepping out onto the stage with a half-dozen security guards flanking him. The Boss had a microphone in his hand and a smile on his face, looking spiffy in his black and red pinstriped suit as the crowd burst into applause. "Head down on a pillow of concrete!
I won't rest in peace either wayyy-eyyy-betty!
And I won't be forgiven, and
I will never give in!
I'll give you something if you wanna believe!
Won't ever belong...
Just wanna be free..."Salem brought a hand to his neck and silenced the music, raising the microphone to his lips so he could address those in the ring, himself...but, first, The Most Wanted Man in Wrestling looked around at the Louisville crowd, excited to be back in the Bluegrass State. "How're y'all doing tonight?!" he shouted, getting a loud pop from the crowd. Turning his attention back to those in the ring, Salem nodded. "Well, it sounds like y'all are having a better time than those fellas there...whoa, wait, and the lady. Sorry, Miranda. You're one buff chick. But anyway...I couldn't help but hear you guys taking a piss all over Trent because he didn't win the Rumble, because he hasn't won any championships in WWFG...well, you know who else hasn't done either of those things? This guy." he said, jutting a thumb towards his own chest. "Sure, I won Money in the Bank, but I lost my cash in to our new Royal Rumble winner, a guy I have a tremendous amount of respect for. So, congratulations, Cartwright. Once again, you're proving to fans why you're one of the best in the business. The...CREAM OF THE CROP! OOH YEEEEAH!" he said, adding a little pinky gesture with his impression. "...But, I know how it feels to want something so bad, you'll do crazy things to get it. I almost went mad in my attempt to win the Legacy Championship...and I know that Trent, here, is looking to make a name for himself in this company, just like I've done. It wasn't the way I imagined, but I'm living proof that you don't have to be successful to be someone in this business. And Trent, you weren't successful at the Rumble. None of you were." he said flatly, scanning his eyes across Boxer and Miranda. "Only Cartwright prevailed at the Royal Rumble, and so only he can answer Trent's challenge. If you want it, Cartwright, I'll make it official. I honestly don't mind either way, whether you give this kid what he wants or tell him to take a hike. But if anyone thinks this is going to breakdown into a Trent-bashing brawl, well..." Salem rolled jump his sleeves, glancing back at his large collection of security. "Think again."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:18 am
Cartwright was having a great time listening to the Trent-bashing, this could go on all night and he wouldn't get tired of it!
Cartwright: "Look at this Trent guy! He comes out here, thinking that he is a tough guy and one of the best wrestlers ever, but EVERYONE here sees through it! You even admit it yourself that you have a broken jaw Trent and you want to face me?! The guy with one thousand kicks?! Dude, I'm going to kill you with just one well placed superkick to your chin! I'm a nice guy, I don't want to kill you! But I would have to help bury you after the match, it would be the decent and proper thing to do!"
Crowd: "BURY HIM ALIVE! BURY HIM ALIVE! BURY HIM ALIVE!"
JR: "This crowd wants Trent buried alive! This must be what happens when you foolishly try to start a fight with one of the greatest wrestlers in WWFG history!"
King: "Trent just wants to make a name for himself! He wants to be famous! I would have done the exact same thing!"
Cartwright: "You have it in your head that you can beat me and that you think that you should be the number one contender to the WWFG Legacy Championship, but from what I'm hearing Miranda and Boxer are more deserving of a match with me than you are! You come out here whining and crying about everything while they are big enough to know that that is not the way things are done in the world of wrestling! Miranda and Boxer know that you have to earn your spot around here and that is what they have done, Miranda by becoming the Champion of her division, the WWFG Femme Fatale Champion, and Boxer has held gold before also!"
JR: "Good on Cartwright for putting over Miranda and Boxer for being good sportswoman and sportsman respectively."
King: "Salem is going to send his security down and beat them all down any second now for continued Trent-bashing! Which I would also like to see so it's a win-win either way!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:21 am
Just when everything was starting to wreck around with this Trent bashing party, a whispering voice said followed by a mellow guitar tune as the titantron displayed the words that were said as if it was an old paper, but of course, that was a computer effect made on the video, computer geeks nowadays are impressive.
Standing alone
In the soot and stone
He draws from his holster
a man.
Crawlin' alone
in the soot and stone
he makes his way home half to death.
In time.
In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It's worth one last stand before the gates
Before the gates of Hell.
Crawlin' alone
Through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
Standin' alone
In soot and stone,
He draws from his holster...
Then Andy Sixx's voice boomed with a YEAH! in the screamo style as the PA now played The Gunsling by Black Veil Brides, the crowd got riled up as they did not identify anyone with this tune just yet but then the titantron would turn into a new version of Styles' titantron, the crowd just went wild at seeing the Hardcore Champion walk down the ramp, microphone in the right hand and title hanging on the left shoulder.
A smile crossing his lips as the crowd identified the new Hardcore Champion, he walked past Salem Croft and the bodyguards smoothly, walking to the ring promptly as he threw his signature purple tinted sunglasses to the crowd to glance well at the inside of the ring, noticing Trent, Cartwright, Miranda and of course, the hated one from Styles' point of view, Boxer ********' Anarchy.
He laughed a bit towards the microphone as he spoke heartily to it, addressing the crowd firstly.How is the night goin' for 'ya, Louisville, Kentucky?!!The crowd pop was very evident as to say it was being a pretty nice and comfortable night before anything as he spoke more softly towards the mic."That's awesome, folks. Now I could not stop but to come out here to firstly, congratulate Cartwright for the Royal Rumble win, good goin', 'fella'. You deserve the applause."He paused speaking for a bit to point his pointer and middle fingers to Boxer and Miranda, each in a specific manner."Now, the both of you, a cowardly rat of a man and what the hell are you? Yikes, I think any guy with you would be extremely unlucky to find such a thing in his life-span. My eyes burn and weep already from seeing this pairing, oh, I can't hold it in, give me a moment."The crowd laughed openly to Andrew's pin-pointed observations as he wiped his eyes with the left hand while the Hardcore Title hung over hsi left shoulder.
"If you two want to do something to Trent over there, well, I'll be more than obliged to tell you, rat and semi-wired skank with a huge rattling set of teeth instead of a mouth. You'd have to go through me, man, you ruined a beautiful moment, you both talk on how you beat Trent."
A pause came for Andrew to cough a bit to the side before he glanced intensively towards the pairing.
"Even I, the new Hardcore Champion, would beat him, man, just look at the numbers and take the maths. One with a broken jaw goes against two fit opponents and a living legend, nothin' against 'ya, Cart. Firstly, I'd like to address the weasel by your side, Boxer Anarchy. Now you and I got some unfinished business for a long time and tonight I am defending my title against your unworthy a**, oh, yes, I said it, UNWORTHY a**. I can't wait to show you what is really Hardcore when I do more than break your jaw in that match and incapacitate you in the middle of that ring." The intensity of Andrew Styles' talking was really catching up as he promptly pointed only to Miranda this time. "As for you, semi-wired, crack slut with a huge mouth and only hitting your jaws together. You spoke on wiring his mouth shut. Why don't you try saying that to someone who would be more than obliged to kick your a**? And you're the Femme Fatale around here, well, yikes, with that face and attitude, yeah, you are ********' Fatale for you're damned hazardous to health. One minute listening to you and my head already hurt. Who the ******** would stand your a** at home? Someone who's deaf, perhaps. Also, he's hiding because of your face and for you to not get saliva on him."
Andrew glanced around to the crowd as he lightly pushed Cartwright to the side to get in front of both Miranda and Boxer to say."You really are a pairing from Heaven, a coward and a big mouth who thinks that she can walk in a big man's pants. Lass, before you electrocute yourself on that microphone or try to milk it with your hand waves, let me do you a favor and give you an advice, actually, this will go for both of you. Please, please, make everyone a favor and..."Andrew Styles moved backwards and promptly grabbed his microphone with might as he said with his full spirit and brunt."SHUT. THE. HELL. UP!!!!"The crowd got hyped with the whole talk against Boxer and Miranda, he was doing Trent a favor and saving some precious face while making the crowd be on his side and cheer loudly."Now seriously, Trent, kiddo. I appreciate your spirit, really, you remind me of myself when I look at the mirror, bold and no fear of anyone. Honestly, no one but Cartwright and Croft over there should be feared in here. The other two are just a subliminal joke. Heal your jaw, get better and then come back to take out Cartwright, this is my advice."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:58 am
Jaws theme comes up and interrupts the Coft and walks down the ramp smiles at Trent "well well... i hope yall didnt start the party with out me, now i got unfinished bussiness with Trent and Shadow, know the reason im out here is to congratulation to Cartwright for winning the royal rumble'' Jaws steps into the ring and looks at trent into his eyes. keeps staring at him
'' Know u listen to me buddy when ur jaw is better i will be waiting at wrestlmania to end you once and for all''
looks at trent and talking trash about him
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