Post by savior on Jan 31, 2011 5:24:50 GMT
(o2 Joker, MIRK & MoneyMaker)
As Gen. walked backstage after his match. He bumped into his fellow MoneyMaker Incorporated comrades. Or well, at least most of them.
Joker, congrats my friend. You've made me proud, son. Nice work out there. You single handily turned Super Man back into Clark Kent. Big victory for you. And with that? You've earned your way back into the group.
Gen. embraces Joker with a 'man hug'. Then turns around to look at MIRK with a smirk (heh, that rhymed ).
Then we've got, MIRK. Well, you did such a fine job of putting ghost man away tonight, didn't you? ha-ha. And oh, before you even get started with me. Know one thing. The World Championship? Fuck It! It means nothing to me anymore. Lets face it. Anybody can walk into this company off the fucking streets & become champion. Tonight proved just that. The fat guy in the front row with the dirty, wife beater shirt & receding hairline could probably sign a contract & get a title shot on his first day on the job. How pathetic is that!?
Thank god I'm not apart of TNB, and I work for Money-Bags over here. But MIRK, my point is. If you even think about taking any low blows on my behalf for my performance tonight? Then you might as well look at yourself in the mirror & ask how you did out there tonight. Me? I owned everybody out there. Why, cause I'm the King of F'N Controversy, bitch!
Too hot to handle. Too cold to control. Admit it, that ya never met another motherfucker quite like me, eh?
I have 'bigger fish to fry', as I stated earlier. And it starts on the next episode of 'Brash'. But what I wanna know right now, MIRK, from you. What is your plans? And they better be good!
Gen. stands there, waiting patiently for an answer. From MIRK preferably, or from anybody in this case.
As Gen. walked backstage after his match. He bumped into his fellow MoneyMaker Incorporated comrades. Or well, at least most of them.
Joker, congrats my friend. You've made me proud, son. Nice work out there. You single handily turned Super Man back into Clark Kent. Big victory for you. And with that? You've earned your way back into the group.
Gen. embraces Joker with a 'man hug'. Then turns around to look at MIRK with a smirk (heh, that rhymed ).
Then we've got, MIRK. Well, you did such a fine job of putting ghost man away tonight, didn't you? ha-ha. And oh, before you even get started with me. Know one thing. The World Championship? Fuck It! It means nothing to me anymore. Lets face it. Anybody can walk into this company off the fucking streets & become champion. Tonight proved just that. The fat guy in the front row with the dirty, wife beater shirt & receding hairline could probably sign a contract & get a title shot on his first day on the job. How pathetic is that!?
Thank god I'm not apart of TNB, and I work for Money-Bags over here. But MIRK, my point is. If you even think about taking any low blows on my behalf for my performance tonight? Then you might as well look at yourself in the mirror & ask how you did out there tonight. Me? I owned everybody out there. Why, cause I'm the King of F'N Controversy, bitch!
Too hot to handle. Too cold to control. Admit it, that ya never met another motherfucker quite like me, eh?
I have 'bigger fish to fry', as I stated earlier. And it starts on the next episode of 'Brash'. But what I wanna know right now, MIRK, from you. What is your plans? And they better be good!
Gen. stands there, waiting patiently for an answer. From MIRK preferably, or from anybody in this case.