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Post by Ryan Cooke on May 11, 2009 23:18:19 GMT -6
Good luck to all!
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Post by ramsey on May 19, 2009 15:39:33 GMT -6
(Scene opens on a lone figure, jogging on what appears to be a high school quarter mile track. As the camera zooms in a bit closer, it becomes obvious that our runner is none other than one half of the PPW Tag Team Champions, Garret Bishop. He runs one more lap before coming to a stop near the fence and grabbing a towel. He wipes his face and neck before heading into the stands. The camera follows him. He takes a deep pull off a water bottle and then looks off into the distance before he speaks.)
Sitting here, getting ready for another title defense with Dusty, it occurs to me that we could be champs forever if we focus. Sin City Nightmares, Team Elite, QB:K9's, it doesn't really matter. In the end, the results are going to be the same, every time.
Dusty and I are the best tag team in the country right now. And, when the time is right, we'll go to back Japan and dominate there too. I've said it before, I'll say it again; no one that hasn't been through the training Dusty and I have can even come close. We aren't entertainers, we're wrestlers. The difference between these two gets greater everyday. When the bell rings, the show is over. I hope the Sin City Nightmares are ready for a war, because, once again, that's what Dusty and I specialize in. We go to the ring, we hurt people, and we leave the winners, period. The Nightmare's are just another couple of names on the list. It'd be a pleasant surprise if they showed a little skill, but I won't hold my breath.
At the end of the night, the belts will stay with us, and anyone that doubts that fact is wrong, plain and simple.
(With that, Bishop rises, grabs the water bottle and walks back to the track as the scene fades to black.)
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