Post by The X on Jul 6, 2009 2:10:08 GMT -5
Deep in his citadel of seclusion, aka the janitors closet with a hastily added piece of tape which reads “The X”, surrounded by a thick cloud of smoke sits the icon of icons, the clown prince of hardcore, he who is called The X. At this exact moment in time, the stars have aligned for one specific purpose. Billions of years of chaos have led to this specific instant. The time when the legendary X comes to a startling conclusion…
The X: Man… Im freakin bored. Hey Dra… uh… dude… there’s nobody here. Weird. Oh well... more for me.
The X takes a toke from his pipe and settles back into his duct taped bean bag and sighs, adding to the size of the swirling cloud with his slow exhale.
The X: You know… I seem to recall something about a match… ugh…
Pulling out his cell phone, The X uses the magic of technology to check the MWA message board for the upcoming card.
The X: …eh… yeah, here we go… Wolf boy and Koko versus The Almighty X and Dayzill. Dayzill? What the BEEP is a Dayzill? …what the BEEP? …beep? …dude, what the BEEP!
The X stands up quickly, nearly losing his balance, and pockets his phone. Muttering to himself The X throws open the door and storms into the hall amidst a slowly dissipating cloud of smoke.
The X: What the BEEP! …dude… You there! Tech dude! What the BEEP is that beeping?!
Tech dude: …uh… what beeping?
The X: The BEEPing beeping! Did you BEEPing hear that?
Tech dude: Oh that. That’s the battery for the camera.
The X: What camera?
The tech points behind The X, who turns and looks, and jumps backwards, startled by the presence of a very weary looking cameraman.
The X: Dude, you look BEEPing terrible… AND FIX THAT BEEPING THING!
Cameraman: ...huh? Oh… dude… right… sorry…
The X: Yeah. Sure. Anyway… The X has TOLD you people to stop following him around!
Cameraman: …heh heh… yeah…
The X: Mother F…
The X suddenly lunges forward, delivering a solid Boot to th Head and the camera goes dark.
The X: Man… Im freakin bored. Hey Dra… uh… dude… there’s nobody here. Weird. Oh well... more for me.
The X takes a toke from his pipe and settles back into his duct taped bean bag and sighs, adding to the size of the swirling cloud with his slow exhale.
The X: You know… I seem to recall something about a match… ugh…
Pulling out his cell phone, The X uses the magic of technology to check the MWA message board for the upcoming card.
The X: …eh… yeah, here we go… Wolf boy and Koko versus The Almighty X and Dayzill. Dayzill? What the BEEP is a Dayzill? …what the BEEP? …beep? …dude, what the BEEP!
The X stands up quickly, nearly losing his balance, and pockets his phone. Muttering to himself The X throws open the door and storms into the hall amidst a slowly dissipating cloud of smoke.
The X: What the BEEP! …dude… You there! Tech dude! What the BEEP is that beeping?!
Tech dude: …uh… what beeping?
The X: The BEEPing beeping! Did you BEEPing hear that?
Tech dude: Oh that. That’s the battery for the camera.
The X: What camera?
The tech points behind The X, who turns and looks, and jumps backwards, startled by the presence of a very weary looking cameraman.
The X: Dude, you look BEEPing terrible… AND FIX THAT BEEPING THING!
Cameraman: ...huh? Oh… dude… right… sorry…
The X: Yeah. Sure. Anyway… The X has TOLD you people to stop following him around!
Cameraman: …heh heh… yeah…
The X: Mother F…
The X suddenly lunges forward, delivering a solid Boot to th Head and the camera goes dark.
