Post by Gavin Drake on Feb 1, 2011 18:49:06 GMT -4
The fans cheered as Kanye West blasted across the arena and the Blood of Kings emerged from the back. He held up the AWA Hardcore Title, then dropped it across his shoulder as he headed for the ring.
He rolled inside, shaking his head as he paced. Then he grabbed a mic, lifting it before he spoke. "Last night at Resolution I walked into the Elimination Chamber and I eliminated a record three men!"
Drake paused, running a hand over his head. "I eliminated the man who ended the night as the bloody Champion!"
The fans booed at that reminder, jeering as Drake shrugged. And he paced back and forth, then lifted the mic. "By the way, in case anyone asks, right? That should make me the bloody number one contender!"
The fans cheered at that, and Drake nodded. "Now there is one man who takes bloody exception to all of this! And that man is Joel bloody Frost! The bloody Chosen!"
Drake scowled, pacing before he adjusted the title on his shoulder. Then he shook his head, continuing. "Listen, mate, I bloody pinned your arse. It wasn't personal, it was bloody business! But since you want to run your mouth, yeah?"
Drake paused. "You bloody lost the World Championship because you just had to take out Mr. Green while he was sprawled on a bloody table!"
The fans gave a mixed pop, and Drake shrugged. "You lost the bloody title because you just had to show Donzig who was the boss! How you were not like him!"
The fans again cheered, and Drake snorted. "And you didn't mind screwing over Slam and doing Donzig and Green's dirty work when you bloody screwed over Slam a few weeks ago! So listen, mate?"
Drake adjusted his title, shaking his head. "You got everything you bloody deserved and more last night, mate! And if you want a war with the Blood of Kings, Chosen? You bloody got it!"
He rolled inside, shaking his head as he paced. Then he grabbed a mic, lifting it before he spoke. "Last night at Resolution I walked into the Elimination Chamber and I eliminated a record three men!"
Drake paused, running a hand over his head. "I eliminated the man who ended the night as the bloody Champion!"
The fans booed at that reminder, jeering as Drake shrugged. And he paced back and forth, then lifted the mic. "By the way, in case anyone asks, right? That should make me the bloody number one contender!"
The fans cheered at that, and Drake nodded. "Now there is one man who takes bloody exception to all of this! And that man is Joel bloody Frost! The bloody Chosen!"
Drake scowled, pacing before he adjusted the title on his shoulder. Then he shook his head, continuing. "Listen, mate, I bloody pinned your arse. It wasn't personal, it was bloody business! But since you want to run your mouth, yeah?"
Drake paused. "You bloody lost the World Championship because you just had to take out Mr. Green while he was sprawled on a bloody table!"
The fans gave a mixed pop, and Drake shrugged. "You lost the bloody title because you just had to show Donzig who was the boss! How you were not like him!"
The fans again cheered, and Drake snorted. "And you didn't mind screwing over Slam and doing Donzig and Green's dirty work when you bloody screwed over Slam a few weeks ago! So listen, mate?"
Drake adjusted his title, shaking his head. "You got everything you bloody deserved and more last night, mate! And if you want a war with the Blood of Kings, Chosen? You bloody got it!"
