Post by SoCal Society on Jul 29, 2012 7:15:43 GMT
Just as Nitemare was climbing the cage and Sherill showed a burst of life, the bell rung. Without thinking Sherill began advancing towards to climbing behemoth, not realizing that the match was over. Just as he was about to grab the monster the ring announcers voice boomed over the P.A. system declaring the PPV bout a draw. Jordan stops and looks around before spotting Sampson who had been cheering him on from the side all match. He then looked to Nitemare who looked as confused as he did. Nitemare hops off the cage and the cage begins to ascend to the heavens above. Jordan calls for a microphone, which is presented to him by Sampson.
hmppfff....hhmpffff...God Damn, pffff.... God Damn...
I gave you my all. I beat the shit out of you. You gave me your all and likewise beat the holy high hell out of me. That was too damn good of an exhibition of talent to declare that a 'DRAW'. I was THIS damn close to catching you, grabbing you by the foot and pulling your ass down to the canvas. THIS DAMN CLOSE.
He takes an exhausted sigh as he shakes his head in complete disbelief.
I know you don't want to end this as a draw. If you're anywhere near as competitive as we are, I know a draw would eat at you ten times more than a loss. At least with a loss you know you got bested, you know where to build from. A draw? God damn, a draw means you're average at best. You couldn't get the job done. You couldn't finish, and not finishing a match isn't cool with me, bro.
So whatta ya say, Nitemare and Doc. One last time and we'll be out of your hair. One. Last. Time.
As a surprising sign of respect coming from Jordan Sherill, the cockier of the two SCS members, he hands the microphone to Nitemare and gives him a nod.
hmppfff....hhmpffff...God Damn, pffff.... God Damn...
I gave you my all. I beat the shit out of you. You gave me your all and likewise beat the holy high hell out of me. That was too damn good of an exhibition of talent to declare that a 'DRAW'. I was THIS damn close to catching you, grabbing you by the foot and pulling your ass down to the canvas. THIS DAMN CLOSE.
He takes an exhausted sigh as he shakes his head in complete disbelief.
I know you don't want to end this as a draw. If you're anywhere near as competitive as we are, I know a draw would eat at you ten times more than a loss. At least with a loss you know you got bested, you know where to build from. A draw? God damn, a draw means you're average at best. You couldn't get the job done. You couldn't finish, and not finishing a match isn't cool with me, bro.
So whatta ya say, Nitemare and Doc. One last time and we'll be out of your hair. One. Last. Time.
As a surprising sign of respect coming from Jordan Sherill, the cockier of the two SCS members, he hands the microphone to Nitemare and gives him a nod.