Post by Gavin Drake on Jan 27, 2011 17:49:35 GMT -4
The fans cheered as the AWA Hardcore Champion, Gavin Drake walked from the back before pausing on the ramp. He adjusted his belt, then headed down to the ring. He climbed inside, taking a mic before he walked back and forth. Then he lifted it, shrugging. "The AWA World Heavyweight Champion Mr. Green is walking around here, talking about his rise to dominance. How Mr. Green has done this and that, and earned his spot."
Drake frowned, running a hand across his head before he continued. "But you know what? Green is liar, yeah? A bloody liar, who needs to realize a few things. For example, Green would like to forget how he tried for months unsuccessfully to win this Hardcore Championship!"
Drake held it up. "And he bloody failed, the only reason he has that World Championship? Is because he knew that he could not bloody hack it against the Pride of Britain!"
The fans cheered, and Drake shook his head. "Now if Green were out here, he would start about how he took the Tag Team Titles from me! But in reality, he managed to pin Brian Shelby, whose arse I kicked a few weeks ago on Anarchy!"
The fans nodded, and Drake waved a hand as he paced. "Good job, Green. You must be proud of yourself, I mean you beened a man I bloody carried to win your first AWA Championship. You are such a bloody hero, mate."
The fans cheered, and Drake frowned. "Now there was the Fatal Fourway Tournament in which I faced Jake Andrews incidentally the man I beat for this Hardcore Championship!"
Drake lifted it, and the fans cheered. "But during our match? We attacked by Max Jewell and his band of merry Jobbers, and those two trogolodytes laid us to waste!"
Drake paused, pacing back and forth before he lifted the mic. He rolled his shoulders adjusting the bely, before he smirked. "So the end of this tournament was Green, DJay, Mikkey, and bloody Anthony Jordan! And since Green can't remember? I will bloody tell you what happened!"'
Drake smirked, and then shrugged. "DJay was attacked by Max Jewell, and pinned by AJ! Mikkey was tapped out by DJay! And well? Watch the bloody clip!"
The fans booed, and AJ kicked the remains of the cane from the ring as he rose with his goofy grin. And he was caught by a boot from Mr. Green who seemed to realize AJ was the last thing between him and victory! Green battered him with a few punches, then threw AJ at the ropes to catch him with a hard back throw on the return! The Role Model spasmed, and Green went for the pin!
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And Jordan kicked out! Green pulled himself up, dragging AJ to his feet before he called for the NGFU! But Jordan hit him with a hard elbow the head, followed by another! And then Green was suplexed as the fans gave a mixed pop! The Role Model came to his feet, dropping an elbow on Green before rolling him up!
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And Green kicked out! The ref pushed AJ back, and Green rose slowly. They circled the ring before locking up, back and forth they went before AJ hit Green with a knee! The Role Model was quick to capitolize, catching Green with a quick DDT! Then he went for the cover, but Green was playing possum! AJ was rolled up, and the fans were booing.
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And AJ kicked out! Green backed off, then grabbed AJ to throw him at the ropes. Jordan reversed, and Green came off the ropes only to be dodged by AJ! But Green bounced back, and the Role Model threw the ref in his path! The ref toppled, out cold and Jordan grabbed the staggering Green to nail the Perfect Example! The fans cheered, and AJ went for the cover!
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But the ref was down! AJ stared, rising to check on the ref only to be leveled with a sudden chair shot by Marcus Cooper! The fans booed, and AJ stumbled only to be planted with the Myth Buster! The fans were shocked, and Cooper quickly dragged Green atop the fallen Corporate Champion. He slapped the ref awake, and then the count was started!
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THREE! THREE! THREE!
The fans booed, jeering as the still dazed ref lifted Green's hand as the big Brit shook his head. Then Cooper was in the ring, helping him up as they held their tag titles in the air.
The fans booed, jeering as Drake shook his head. He adjusted the belt on his shoulder, frowning as he paced back and forth. Then he lifted the mic, shaking his head. "Really? Really? Someone is taking the piss, because Green's path to being champion was in a match filled with more bullshit then a Slam II promo!"
The fans exploded, and Drake laughed. "Bloody hell, Green."
Drake then continued, waving a hand. "Next, Mr. Green battled Joel Frost in a hardcore match. Which by the bloody way, ended in a draw! A double bloody knockout! Yet Green claims he dominated and took out Frost."
Drake smirked. "Listen, mate, all people count are W's and L's and you didn't get one that night."
Drake walked back and forth, shaking his head before he lifted the mic. "Then, Mr. Green went on to face the man who was to face me at Massacre on 34th Street! Jake Andrews!"
The fans cheered, and Drake waved a hand. "And he beat him fair and square, I suppose. But that being bloody said? I beat Jake Andrews about five times, just like I beat the bloody World Champion!"
Drake adjusted the belt on his shoulder, smoothing his suit jacket as he walked back and forth. Then he shrugged, continuing. "So Green's dominance is based on random interference, pinning Kevin Kash, and beating the arse of a man I beat a million times!"
Drake smirked, snorting. "Green, did beat me one time as I recall though! Do we have a clip?"
The fans were cheering, but Green quickly fired back. The two British Superstars went back and forth in a match that was filled with high impact before Green nailed Drake with the NGFU!
The fans booed, and Green smirked before he made the cover. But Drake kicked out, and Green was stunned as Drake started to make a comeback. He went for the Echelon, but Cooper dragged his partner from the Blood of King's shoulders. Drake turned and Green drilled him with a huge right, the fans booed.
Then he caught with the NGFU again, and made the pin!
And Anarchy ended with Green holding the AWA Title as he taunted the Pride of Britain alongside Cooper.
The fans booed, and Drake frowned before he nodded slowly. The mic was lifted, and Drake chuckled. "Green, on Sunday, mate? No interference, no bloody Cooper, you alone in the cage, mate. And I am going to drive your bloody head into the steel, mate. And I am going to take that World Championship, and there is nothing!"
Drake paused. "Nothing! You can do about it!"
Drake frowned, running a hand across his head before he continued. "But you know what? Green is liar, yeah? A bloody liar, who needs to realize a few things. For example, Green would like to forget how he tried for months unsuccessfully to win this Hardcore Championship!"
Drake held it up. "And he bloody failed, the only reason he has that World Championship? Is because he knew that he could not bloody hack it against the Pride of Britain!"
The fans cheered, and Drake shook his head. "Now if Green were out here, he would start about how he took the Tag Team Titles from me! But in reality, he managed to pin Brian Shelby, whose arse I kicked a few weeks ago on Anarchy!"
The fans nodded, and Drake waved a hand as he paced. "Good job, Green. You must be proud of yourself, I mean you beened a man I bloody carried to win your first AWA Championship. You are such a bloody hero, mate."
The fans cheered, and Drake frowned. "Now there was the Fatal Fourway Tournament in which I faced Jake Andrews incidentally the man I beat for this Hardcore Championship!"
Drake lifted it, and the fans cheered. "But during our match? We attacked by Max Jewell and his band of merry Jobbers, and those two trogolodytes laid us to waste!"
Drake paused, pacing back and forth before he lifted the mic. He rolled his shoulders adjusting the bely, before he smirked. "So the end of this tournament was Green, DJay, Mikkey, and bloody Anthony Jordan! And since Green can't remember? I will bloody tell you what happened!"'
Drake smirked, and then shrugged. "DJay was attacked by Max Jewell, and pinned by AJ! Mikkey was tapped out by DJay! And well? Watch the bloody clip!"
The fans booed, and AJ kicked the remains of the cane from the ring as he rose with his goofy grin. And he was caught by a boot from Mr. Green who seemed to realize AJ was the last thing between him and victory! Green battered him with a few punches, then threw AJ at the ropes to catch him with a hard back throw on the return! The Role Model spasmed, and Green went for the pin!
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And Jordan kicked out! Green pulled himself up, dragging AJ to his feet before he called for the NGFU! But Jordan hit him with a hard elbow the head, followed by another! And then Green was suplexed as the fans gave a mixed pop! The Role Model came to his feet, dropping an elbow on Green before rolling him up!
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And Green kicked out! The ref pushed AJ back, and Green rose slowly. They circled the ring before locking up, back and forth they went before AJ hit Green with a knee! The Role Model was quick to capitolize, catching Green with a quick DDT! Then he went for the cover, but Green was playing possum! AJ was rolled up, and the fans were booing.
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And AJ kicked out! Green backed off, then grabbed AJ to throw him at the ropes. Jordan reversed, and Green came off the ropes only to be dodged by AJ! But Green bounced back, and the Role Model threw the ref in his path! The ref toppled, out cold and Jordan grabbed the staggering Green to nail the Perfect Example! The fans cheered, and AJ went for the cover!
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But the ref was down! AJ stared, rising to check on the ref only to be leveled with a sudden chair shot by Marcus Cooper! The fans booed, and AJ stumbled only to be planted with the Myth Buster! The fans were shocked, and Cooper quickly dragged Green atop the fallen Corporate Champion. He slapped the ref awake, and then the count was started!
1....
2.....
THREE! THREE! THREE!
The fans booed, jeering as the still dazed ref lifted Green's hand as the big Brit shook his head. Then Cooper was in the ring, helping him up as they held their tag titles in the air.
The fans booed, jeering as Drake shook his head. He adjusted the belt on his shoulder, frowning as he paced back and forth. Then he lifted the mic, shaking his head. "Really? Really? Someone is taking the piss, because Green's path to being champion was in a match filled with more bullshit then a Slam II promo!"
The fans exploded, and Drake laughed. "Bloody hell, Green."
Drake then continued, waving a hand. "Next, Mr. Green battled Joel Frost in a hardcore match. Which by the bloody way, ended in a draw! A double bloody knockout! Yet Green claims he dominated and took out Frost."
Drake smirked. "Listen, mate, all people count are W's and L's and you didn't get one that night."
Drake walked back and forth, shaking his head before he lifted the mic. "Then, Mr. Green went on to face the man who was to face me at Massacre on 34th Street! Jake Andrews!"
The fans cheered, and Drake waved a hand. "And he beat him fair and square, I suppose. But that being bloody said? I beat Jake Andrews about five times, just like I beat the bloody World Champion!"
Drake adjusted the belt on his shoulder, smoothing his suit jacket as he walked back and forth. Then he shrugged, continuing. "So Green's dominance is based on random interference, pinning Kevin Kash, and beating the arse of a man I beat a million times!"
Drake smirked, snorting. "Green, did beat me one time as I recall though! Do we have a clip?"
The fans were cheering, but Green quickly fired back. The two British Superstars went back and forth in a match that was filled with high impact before Green nailed Drake with the NGFU!
The fans booed, and Green smirked before he made the cover. But Drake kicked out, and Green was stunned as Drake started to make a comeback. He went for the Echelon, but Cooper dragged his partner from the Blood of King's shoulders. Drake turned and Green drilled him with a huge right, the fans booed.
Then he caught with the NGFU again, and made the pin!
And Anarchy ended with Green holding the AWA Title as he taunted the Pride of Britain alongside Cooper.
The fans booed, and Drake frowned before he nodded slowly. The mic was lifted, and Drake chuckled. "Green, on Sunday, mate? No interference, no bloody Cooper, you alone in the cage, mate. And I am going to drive your bloody head into the steel, mate. And I am going to take that World Championship, and there is nothing!"
Drake paused. "Nothing! You can do about it!"
