Post by brandonripley on Jun 1, 2009 1:35:07 GMT -5
Sara Sanderson: This is freelancer, Sara Sanderson, backstage trying to get one more interview with someone who, quite frankly, has been injuring people left and right lately.
A hand comes into view and pushes the camera into the person's direction. The MWA World Title is held in front of his face, but everyone knows it's Brandon Ripley because of the title. He's wearing white wristbands with red shoulder straps. He's shirtless, and you can see he's wearing some psychedelic faint paint pattern, which is all red and white.
Brandon Ripley: The power of the cosmos has spoken to me, and they have hit me with the power of the "Ultimate One." The power is floating through my veins: The power of "The Warrior!"
He puts his title down so you can see his face. He pumps his arms once around his waist area
Brandon Ripley: AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH!! I can feel it dude, I CAN FEEL IT!! Jack of Spades, before you even think about going into the ring with "The Ultimate Ripper..."
Justin Cole: The Ultimate... Ripper? Why does this sound so familiar?
Brandon Ripley: You must ask yourself: Should I jump off the top rope and hit him with an overused Double Axe Handle? Should I drag him out of the ring and try to Powerslam him on the Table? Should I kiss him smack on the lips and breathe fog down his throat, with raging elephants?
Brandon calms down.
Brandon Ripley: Now to be serious. Jack, I can understand why you're hating me right now. I can see why you want my title and want my head on a platter. I can't afford to give them to you, not just yet anyway. We just need The X to hold the Universal Title, and Alexander Ritter or Ultimate Killer to hold the Canadian Title, and we'll prove just how much J. J. Ritter needs the Extreme Regime in the MWA. Until that day comes where I'm not fighting for the MWA's existence I need to keep this title. Tonight, you see the crazy side of me. On the eighth of June, you will see the reason why we're working together more than ever. If you thought The Final Lunar Eclipse is dangerous, just wait. There's much worse to come.
A hand comes into view and pushes the camera into the person's direction. The MWA World Title is held in front of his face, but everyone knows it's Brandon Ripley because of the title. He's wearing white wristbands with red shoulder straps. He's shirtless, and you can see he's wearing some psychedelic faint paint pattern, which is all red and white.
Brandon Ripley: The power of the cosmos has spoken to me, and they have hit me with the power of the "Ultimate One." The power is floating through my veins: The power of "The Warrior!"
He puts his title down so you can see his face. He pumps his arms once around his waist area
Brandon Ripley: AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH!! I can feel it dude, I CAN FEEL IT!! Jack of Spades, before you even think about going into the ring with "The Ultimate Ripper..."
Justin Cole: The Ultimate... Ripper? Why does this sound so familiar?
Brandon Ripley: You must ask yourself: Should I jump off the top rope and hit him with an overused Double Axe Handle? Should I drag him out of the ring and try to Powerslam him on the Table? Should I kiss him smack on the lips and breathe fog down his throat, with raging elephants?
Brandon calms down.
Brandon Ripley: Now to be serious. Jack, I can understand why you're hating me right now. I can see why you want my title and want my head on a platter. I can't afford to give them to you, not just yet anyway. We just need The X to hold the Universal Title, and Alexander Ritter or Ultimate Killer to hold the Canadian Title, and we'll prove just how much J. J. Ritter needs the Extreme Regime in the MWA. Until that day comes where I'm not fighting for the MWA's existence I need to keep this title. Tonight, you see the crazy side of me. On the eighth of June, you will see the reason why we're working together more than ever. If you thought The Final Lunar Eclipse is dangerous, just wait. There's much worse to come.
