Post by Donzig on Dec 15, 2010 13:39:50 GMT -4
Donzig sits behind a huge dark wood desk, hands folded before him. He glares at the camera, tapping his hands before he scowled. Then he leaned forward, shaking his head.
"At this week's Anarchy, the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, Joel Frost suffered an injury during his hardcore match with Mr. Green."
Donzig paused, and flashed an evil little smile at the camera. Then he continued, leaning back. "After speaking with the doctors and medical staff, it has been determined that Joel Frost has a torn ACL and will not be able to compete this Sunday. As such, as COO of the AWA, I have no choice but to vacate the AWA World Heavyweight Title!"
A pause, and Donzig let the words sink in.
"As such I have randomly determined who will face Mr. Green this sunday at Massacre on 34th Street for the vacant AWA World Heavyweight Title." Donzig snapped his fingers, and Victor Carver walked in to hand him off a piece of paper.
Donzig snapped it open, and he scanned it before he looked at Carver. "Are you fucking for real? Really?"
Carver nodded, and Donzig flung the paper before he rubbed at his nose. Then shrugged. "So be it, at Massacre on 34th Street for the AWA World Heavyweight Title it will be Mr. Green versus--"
Donzig paused, then rose.
"The Solution Jake Andrews!"
"At this week's Anarchy, the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, Joel Frost suffered an injury during his hardcore match with Mr. Green."
Donzig paused, and flashed an evil little smile at the camera. Then he continued, leaning back. "After speaking with the doctors and medical staff, it has been determined that Joel Frost has a torn ACL and will not be able to compete this Sunday. As such, as COO of the AWA, I have no choice but to vacate the AWA World Heavyweight Title!"
A pause, and Donzig let the words sink in.
"As such I have randomly determined who will face Mr. Green this sunday at Massacre on 34th Street for the vacant AWA World Heavyweight Title." Donzig snapped his fingers, and Victor Carver walked in to hand him off a piece of paper.
Donzig snapped it open, and he scanned it before he looked at Carver. "Are you fucking for real? Really?"
Carver nodded, and Donzig flung the paper before he rubbed at his nose. Then shrugged. "So be it, at Massacre on 34th Street for the AWA World Heavyweight Title it will be Mr. Green versus--"
Donzig paused, then rose.
"The Solution Jake Andrews!"
