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Post by Ryan Cooke on Apr 28, 2009 12:49:10 GMT -6
Good luck to all!
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Post by sincitynightmare on May 9, 2009 2:32:24 GMT -6
"City of dreams baby!"
[Faint voice, yet very boisterous. Pan in.]
Deveraux: This where the big boys ride. Vegas baby!
Turner: Donovan couldn't have put it better. Las Vegas, where dreams are made, and also crushed.
Deveraux: And our dreams dawg, come real quick. Showdown, I'm diggin this Trios deal. We step in full, and we have a shot at something special.
Turner: Special indeed. Once we beat out Team ELITE and that other chump, we move to the finals where neither of us care about winning the match, we just want the other prize.
Deveraux: Truth. We stick together, and that means we sticking to obtainin them PPW Tag Titles from Dusty and Bishop. So once we carry this boat into the dock, Mr. Olympus can have the shot at Burrell.
Turner: Yes, were very easy to work with. We are basically promising a shot at the Heavyweight Championship to our partner, just as long as he holds his weight up. We just want what we deserve.
Deveraux: Tag gold dawg. Ya see, we came in ready for war, and y'all bitches is bout to get that. Straight Pearl Harbor on this tip. No holdin back, bombin everything.
Turner: We go to war, and the PPW roster will be just the next target. So, bet on black, cause the red is going to be the color our opponents will see.
Deveraux: Real talk Boyd, we takin over.
Turner: Ah yes. Very, real talk.
[Deveraux leans on Turner's shoulder, as Boyd smirks to the camera.]
Turner: You see, last time we stepped into the ring, we did the same thing as the first.
Deveraux: We neutered dem pups.
Turner: And then we put them to sleep. Back to the pound for some useless animals, who didn't wanna put the effort into pro wrestling. They thought they could coast by the name they toted, but they were sadly mistaken.
Deveraux: Preach.
[Donovan leans away now as Boyd looks dead into the lens.]
Turner: It's simple. We put it all on the line, because you never know when your luck will run out. We bet the house, because were in this, all or nothing.
Deveraux: We play hardball with this. The trios wont be a damn bit different. We steppin to the plate, and ready to crack this bitch out the park, steroid style.
Turner: Minus, actually taking them and fading away like JC Mason, of course.
Deveraux: Stoked as I can boys, because the Nightmare, are comin to play.
Turner: Welcome to Sin City, your luck might just end on Sunday. Goodnight PPW.
[Fade.]
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