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Post by itmcguillicutty on Jul 15, 2009 19:18:35 GMT -5
(I.T. McGuillicutty is appears sitting at a computer typing away with a great deal of focus. You hear him mumbling clearly as the camera zooms) I.T. - hmm.... Nickelback, check. Alan Thicke, check. Celine Dion, ugh... check. (I.T. notices the camera and adjust so that he's facing the camera and takes a more confident position) I.T. - Oh, hello there. I'm just sitting preparing for my reign as the Canadian champion. I getting myself more familiar with some of Canada's finer exports. That Jim Carrey.... what a hoot! Such a HOSER! (He chuckles to himself, finding the joke much more amusing that anyone should) I.T. - Anyways, there are a few things standing in my way of being king of the Great White North. Ebio, King Slushy, and Kevin Mitchell... ehhh, what are they all aboot? Ya know? (I.T.'s face grows from slightly joking to a serious, intimidating gaze into the camera) I.T. - Enough canuck crap... those three are standing in the way of the one thing I set out to do here in Michigan Wrestling Association! That's carry gold! Edio, ask you little buddy Kittie what happens when you cross paths with the Poindexter of Pain! She got lucky once, but last week I finally put her in her place. No one on this roster has EVER stepped into this ring with me and not faced defeat. I'm only going to more efficient this time beating three imbeciles at once instead of just one. Canada, I look forward to my time as your ruler... as for th rest of you, I bid you good day!
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Post by Ritter on Jul 15, 2009 23:58:12 GMT -5
Poindexter of Pain, I like that
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