Sabin Says Wisen Up Wizz Kid

[chrissabin]

Camera turns to the ring in front of the Anarchy crowd and then suddenly lights flash and the theme of Chris Sabin comes on and out walks the Hell, Michigan superstar from the stage. Fans begin the mixed reaction chants of "Hail Sabin".
Chris Sabin:
Television.... something that the entire population of the world knows about. Something that over half of the world uses to watch Friday Night Anarchy! *Fans cheer a bit* Well here in FCW we have our own title for this. Its called the FCW Television Championship. And it is currently under the reign of Wizz Kid. I've got news for you Kid, since 07/07/09 you have held that title and its time for a change. That is why I am challenging you to a title match! So what do you say "Champ"?
The World Elite
TBC

[Jason Evans]

While Sabin awaits the long awaited arrival of the Champ, Wizz Kidd, instead of hearing Wizz's music, Legacy's theme hits over the P.A system and the fans boo the hell out of Legacy...but instead of all of Legacy coming out, it's just Evan Bourne...

JR: Well, I have to admit, that caught me by suprise...

King: I really don't know who the hell Sabin is, but he makes for a good time.

Evan Bourne is already holding a microphone but he just sits at the top of the ramp...he is wearing a Legacy shirt and his wrestling gear...

Evan: OK, who the fuck do you think you are as to come out here and demand a Title Match, let alone a fucking match?! Well, jobber, I got news for your sorry bitch ass: too bad. Get in the back of the line, bub...or Legacy is going to put a hit out on your ass...

Sabin looks pissed and shocked at the same time...

Evan: I know that the World Elite is in town, but there is really nothing 'Elite' about you three ass-bites! Sabin, you haven't done shit in FCW to earn a title match...Williams, go back to Canada and stop trying to be a mini 'Scott Steiner'...and as for you, Puma, take off that damn mask and reveal yourself before I break that ugly ass mug of yours! So, what will it be Sabin, Cody and I giving your team of Jock straps a three-on-two ass whooping of a one-on-one can of Shooting Star Press?

TBC: Sabin or anybody from World Elite.

[The Rock]

The lights go out but the stage is immediately lit by the screen of the World Elite theme. Out comes members Puma and Petey Williams. After a minute the music stops and the frustrated looking wrestlers grab mics.
Puma:
Ok kid, lets get the facts straight here. While you and that pussy partner of yours were here fooling around for all this time, we were in the greatest places around the world wrestling in the finest arenas and with the best of the best. I don't give a flying fuck who you are or what the name of your asshole tag team is called. I've trained in the New Japan Dojo, Hart Dungeon and with the greatest instructor I have ever seen by the name of Scott D'Amore. All that time I was being trained to kick shitheads like you in a heartbeat. So what do you want? Do you want to fuck with the World Elite? Wanna be legends vs the real thing? Well then its ON! Clearly you have not learned enough from the masters.
World Elite 2009
J.R.:
Wow seems like the rivalry is really heating up out there.
King:
Yeah J.R. maybe you should go out there and break it up.
J.R.:
Yeah right King, I wouldn't wanna be near any of these superstars right now.

[Jason Evans]

Evan starts laughing and then after about ten seconds, gets a serious look on his face.

Evan: Damn, children, you have no fucking idea who I am, do you? I have beaten almost everybody on this planet we call 'Earth'! I've beaten Rey Mysterio, one of the greatest high fliers in Wrestling history! I've beaten that fucking pig: Chris Sabin! Hell, I've even beaten you, Petey Williams! And if Legacy ever steps in the ring with you, it will be a blood bath on your part, so, unless you want me to break your fucking bird necks, I'd shut the fuck up and go back to wrestling in the Junior's Division!

King: Hey! I remember those midgets! Wasn't Puma the champ?

JR: *chuckles* Heh, King, I don't think any of those World Elites wrestled in the Junior's Division...

Evan: I'm tired of having to straighten out these wanna-be's! But, instead of doing this myself, I'll have some help this time...

Evan jumps off the edge of the ramp and opens one of the boxes...after scrummaging around, he pulls out a barbed-wire bat...he jumps back on the ramp...

Evan: So, if you guys ever, EVER, fuck with me or Legacy, your ass is grass. You got that, ass munchers?

The World Elite looks at Evan like he is trying to scare them, but it apparently isn't working.

Evan: So, what do you guys want on the menu of Hurt? I'll tell you what you want: you want to go home, lock all the doors, close all the curtains, turn off all the lights, and piss yourself until you die! Isn't that what you three losers want? Don't even answer that. You know, next week, I'm challenging you three to a handicap match. a Three-on-one handicap match!

JR: Oh my gawd!

King: Yikes.

TBC: World Elite or Kennedy.