3 down, Croc to go. Stip announced.

[Ryan Green]

Announcer
"Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome at this time, the number one contender to the awa world heavyweight championship, Ryan Green!!!"

<>the cheers are heard, mixed in with uncertainty as the former awa world champion walks out onto the stage as 'Just Be Good to Green' echos around the arena.
Green has his half of the awa tag team championships around his waist and a half smile on his face as he heads to the ring.
Once inside he takes a mic and waits for the music to switch off, Green looks out and he can clearly see the support for him which has bulit in recent weeks as he has gone into battle against Donzig and Croc. But Green still appears unwilling to accept the backing of the fans, his half smile turns south and his grimace is clear to see as he lifts the mic<>

"i am a bruised and battered man, and that is thanks to the twisted mind of the guvna.
but that's ok because on monday night i proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that regardless of what the guvna does, the cream rises to the top and Green walks away unaided and as the victor.
In one night i defeated Gavin Drake, without any assistance, Brian Shelby, without any assistance and the guvna himself, wit.., well, with a little assistance. And not only does that clean sweep allow for a glaring display of my dominance, it also allows me to make the stipulation for my awa world championship match against the aussie wanker, Croc!

And i know everyone and their fuckin dog expects me to stack the odds in my favour, they expect me to drag Croc into as match he simply can not win, well, thats right, but not because of a stipulation, but simply because Croc can not beat me one on one!

So at no love lost the stipulation is two fold, firstly, the match will be played within the rules, a one on one match to determine who the better man is and if Croc gets himself DQed or counted out, he losses the awa world championship!
and secondly, when i defeat Croc and become a two time awa world champion, the man who will present the belt to me and secure it around my waist will be the guvna himself, and if he refuses, attacks me or spolis the celebration in any way shape or form, well, HE'S FIRED!
Oh yeah, and thats already checked out and agreed with the top dogs, the paperworks in place and it is water friggin tight.

No Love Lost will be a triumph as both Croc and Donzig crumble to their knees and look up to see me, Green, standing above them.

Oh and Joel Frost, you moaning friggin twat, once i have my belt back, ill happily defend it against you, defeat you and shut your mouth once and for all!"

[sheamus]

The fans go wild as the huge hulking form of the man known as Sheamus stalks from the back. He stares at the ring, and for a moment it almost seems the normally joking giant is angry. Then he lumbers down the ring, rolling inside before he came to his feet.

He shook his shaggy head, then grabbed a mic before he spoke.

"Say what now?"

Green lifted his mic, and opened his mouth.


"I said Croc can not--"

"Say what now?"

The crowd spoke with Sheamus, and Green frowned.

"Croc can not beat me one on one! And--"

Sheamus nodded, and then he lifted the mic.

"Fookin' right. Too bad I saw Croc 'eat yer arse one on one at bloody fookin' Resolution! 'E bloody 'aight kicked yer 'ead off, 'e did!"

The fans booed, and Green shook his head. He lifted his mic, but the big Irishman cut him off with a wave of his head.

"And I didnae see anyone else in da ring when 'e did it! Which means 'e did it by 'imself, and that means it was one on one!"

Green frowned, and he started to protest before Sheamus roared into his mic.

"Quit bloody talkin', ye are only 'barassing yourself! Ye fookin' English bastard! Yer a joke, ye and that other fookin' english blowhard! Ye both need to sht da fook up, 'ause we are all tired of 'earing ya, aight?"

The fans were loving it, and the big man rolled his shoulders as he stepped closer.

"Then ya talk 'bout the big dogs signed this and they signed that, and all yer bloody nonsense. Who are these bloody big dogs? Fookin' Timmy? The Ringmaster? In case, ye hadnae noticed, lad. Donzig dismissed and appointed 'is own Board of Directors, 'e is the majority stock'older! The fookin' buck stops there, ya bloody fookin' twat!"

The fans were eating it up, and Sheamus shook his shaggy crimson maned hair before he ran a hand across his thick wild beard. Then he shrugged, staring at Green.

"I hae no bloody doubt someone signed off on the fookin' shit in yer 'and! But ye need to be 'onest 'bout who it was! It was bloody Donzig, 'cause 'e knows ye hae no bloody chance of beating Croc! Not a bloody fookin' chance in 'ell."

Sheamus nodded, and the fans booed as they believed Green could beat Croc. And Sheamus jabbed a meaty finger at Green.

"And ye need to understand that on Monday Night? I am goin' to kick the fookin' shit out of ye! I dunno like you fookin' English and I ne'er hae! Ye are arrogant, self-righteous, greedy, and so 'igh an' mighty! And I am goin' to take almost nine 'undred years of opression out on yer fookin' arse!"

The fans booed, and Sheamus snarled.

"But dun ye bloody worry, I will save enough of yer fookin' carcass to send to Croc on Sunday!"

[Ryan Green]

<>the former world champion is looking at this dirty looking beast with interest<>

"I have absolutely no idea what the fuck you just said mate, your talking some kinda foreign crap but i did pick up the mention of Croc and Donzig.
So i can only assume you was just confirming what i had already said, that Croc is a twat who can not beat me one on one and that Donzig will personally hand me the awa world championship at no love lost and that he has no friggin choice about it!"

<>the big fella tries to protest but Green ignores him<>

"i tell you what, it is a shame that it looks like we might be fighting on monday night because me and you could be mates, i mean you agree with everything i say which is a good start you could do with brushing your hair and taking a wash but those are all things that can be dealt with and changed for the better.
what can't be changed is that if you do indeed stand in this ring on monday night nd go toe to toe with me, im going to have to beat you like a cheap tart!
I just got done defeating three men in one night, so dealing with you wont break a friggin sweat, pal!
Now, there is no point in you saying anything else because no one can understand a word, so if you keep the mouth shut and keep yourself out of my way on monday night then ill allow you to make a living in the awa!"

[sheamus]

"Dun ye speak fookin' english? 'Aight, listen 'ere! At Anarchy I amma gonna kick yer arse! I think yer a fookin' bloody puffed up right bastard!

The fans gave a mixed pop, and Sheamus waved a huge hand as he glowered.

"When I 'it ye wit' da bloody 'eadbutt? I 'ope it knocks some sense into yer arse! Because ye hae nae bloody fookin' respect, and yer days o' walkin' right like ya are something are coming to an end?"

The fans were divided, and Sheamus paced back and forth. And he shook his wild shaggy mane of red hair, then ran a hand across his beard before he grunted.

"I hae never been the fookin' world champion, but the way I see it? Being the IWF TV Champion is fookin' more important then being a two bit fookin' AWA World Champion, who squeaked by on bull-shit for most of 'is career!"