Post by Gavin Drake on Dec 15, 2010 11:21:40 GMT -4
The fans cheered, going wild as 'Amazing' blared over the speakers. Then Gavin Drake walked out of the back, he paused before he pulled his Hardcore Title from around his waist to hold it high. Then he threw it across his shoulder, heading down the ramp.
He slowly climbed inside, shaking his head before he paced back and forth. Then he grabbed a mic, scowling. "At Anarchy, I was pinned by that piece of bloody American goo known as Mikkey! Worse I was bloody choke-bombed by that big bloody Samoan Potato!"
Drake paused, and he walked back and forth before he shook his head. "But the man I bloody hold responsible for that is not Mikkey or even bloody Potato! No, hell no! I blame that bloody jackass Jacob Andrews! That filthy degenerate attacked me for no reason!"
The fans seemed divided about this, and Drake sneered. "I saved him from getting smacked with the bloody disco stick, and he threw me to the bloody wolves! Well, Jake-off! At Massacre on 34th Street I am going to kick your arse! Right then?"
Drake smacked his chest, rolling his shoulders before he continued. He dragged off the AWA Hardcore Title, holding it in the air before he continued. "This is the bloody AWA Hardcore Championship, see? And it is mine! I am Gavin Drake, the Pride of Britain, the Blood of Kings! And I am better then, see? And that means Jake, that you are bloody finished on Sunday!"
He slowly climbed inside, shaking his head before he paced back and forth. Then he grabbed a mic, scowling. "At Anarchy, I was pinned by that piece of bloody American goo known as Mikkey! Worse I was bloody choke-bombed by that big bloody Samoan Potato!"
Drake paused, and he walked back and forth before he shook his head. "But the man I bloody hold responsible for that is not Mikkey or even bloody Potato! No, hell no! I blame that bloody jackass Jacob Andrews! That filthy degenerate attacked me for no reason!"
The fans seemed divided about this, and Drake sneered. "I saved him from getting smacked with the bloody disco stick, and he threw me to the bloody wolves! Well, Jake-off! At Massacre on 34th Street I am going to kick your arse! Right then?"
Drake smacked his chest, rolling his shoulders before he continued. He dragged off the AWA Hardcore Title, holding it in the air before he continued. "This is the bloody AWA Hardcore Championship, see? And it is mine! I am Gavin Drake, the Pride of Britain, the Blood of Kings! And I am better then, see? And that means Jake, that you are bloody finished on Sunday!"
