Post by The Rock on Aug 25, 2009 20:53:15 GMT -5
Puma exits of his brand new Lamborghini and heads toward the doors of the parking lot. The dim room is full of other superstar's cars and production trucks. Walls echo every step of the wrestler until he comes face to face with the door leading to the upper area of the arena. Instead of going through the doors, Puma comes to a dead stop with his hand on the knob. Silence.
This week I have a match with an unlikely paired group with Evan Bourne and Blade LaVigne. Blade has taken it upon himself to promise his father victory at Anarchy. Well sorry to disappoint daddy but it's not going to be all you and Evan doing all the work in this match like last week with Copeland. This week you have the World Elite and some rookie. Don't you worry about him or anybody else. You worry about ME.
Puma stops and heads back toward the parked cars.
He goes up and down the rows looking at every car until he comes to a Blue Jaguar. He nods and makes a sound of approval.
On the wall next to the expensive car hangs a fire extinguisher in a glass protected case that reads in vertical letters FIRE: EMERGENCY ONLY. In one quick motion the glass is broken and the extinguisher falls landing on the hood of the car putting a decent dent in it.
So what kind of name is LaVigne anyway? French? I think I had a whore of that name once before.
With that in mind he thinks happy thoughts.
Haha, well the irony is that like that night, you will be giving me pleasure by handing me my first W in Full Contact Wrestling.
Unfortunately....
There won't be much pleasure for you. *Puma grabs the fire extinguisher and bashes the windshield, then throws it through every window until he gets so carried away he is pummeling the car.*
Puma leaves the lot as soon as over twelve security officers rush in the back door in response to the fire and car alarm booming across the Civic Arena.
Sir who's car is this?
Ahh shit!
What is it sir?
Call Blade... he's not going to be very happy.
This week I have a match with an unlikely paired group with Evan Bourne and Blade LaVigne. Blade has taken it upon himself to promise his father victory at Anarchy. Well sorry to disappoint daddy but it's not going to be all you and Evan doing all the work in this match like last week with Copeland. This week you have the World Elite and some rookie. Don't you worry about him or anybody else. You worry about ME.
Puma stops and heads back toward the parked cars.
He goes up and down the rows looking at every car until he comes to a Blue Jaguar. He nods and makes a sound of approval.
On the wall next to the expensive car hangs a fire extinguisher in a glass protected case that reads in vertical letters FIRE: EMERGENCY ONLY. In one quick motion the glass is broken and the extinguisher falls landing on the hood of the car putting a decent dent in it.
So what kind of name is LaVigne anyway? French? I think I had a whore of that name once before.
With that in mind he thinks happy thoughts.
Haha, well the irony is that like that night, you will be giving me pleasure by handing me my first W in Full Contact Wrestling.
Unfortunately....
There won't be much pleasure for you. *Puma grabs the fire extinguisher and bashes the windshield, then throws it through every window until he gets so carried away he is pummeling the car.*
Puma leaves the lot as soon as over twelve security officers rush in the back door in response to the fire and car alarm booming across the Civic Arena.
Sir who's car is this?
Ahh shit!
What is it sir?
Call Blade... he's not going to be very happy.
