Post by hardyz on Mar 28, 2007 19:49:56 GMT -5
One Shot; One opportunity
This match is one of 8 quarter-final matches in the New Breed tournament. It started out with 16 man. Then this week it dropped to eight. After this week it will drop to four. Then to two. Then to one. The winner. I plan to be that winner. I know for a fact that this is my one shot. My one opportunity. If I loose here, I am stuck in House Shows for good. So I need to do my best to win this match. So C-Dog, watch yourself in this match because I will be ruthless and relentless. I will do anything it takes to win. I have gone through to much in my life. So much pain. More pain than any man should have to endure. And every second I think that my opponent could beat me and end my shot in this tournament rapidly increases the pain inside of me. I have had a daughter taken from me. A wife disturbed. A carerr in jepordy. So much rage and frustration.
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I know that my back is to the ropes this week, and this whole tournament. I am what you would call the underdog in this. Even below C-Dog himself. I have been chewed up and beaten quite a few times. But now times have changed. My Salem's Lot kidstyle is gone. I am done fooling around. It is time to get serious. My mood has all changed. C-Dog, I am sorry. But funny play around Horror is not here today. Nor will he ever be again. I am going to tear you apart this week C-Dog.
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Know what today is? Doubt it. It is the annaversery of the death of my daughter. Now. I have been tormented by the fact that I have not made the man who killed her pay. But you better believe that you are going to pay the pied pipier.
Horror:C-Dog. I said this to Sam last week and it happened flawlesly. Your time, like his has run out. You being in the tournament? Over. Done. Finished. Your career? Over. Done with. Your life? Well time is running out on that too..
(*Horror is now turning somewhat sadistic as he grabs a 2-hand clock*)
Horror:Tick Tock. Tick Tock
*Clock rings*
Horror: Guess what C-Dog? Your time is up.
*Horror takes the clock and starts punching it. His hands are bloody. Horror takes the blood and rubs it all over himself.*
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This match is one of 8 quarter-final matches in the New Breed tournament. It started out with 16 man. Then this week it dropped to eight. After this week it will drop to four. Then to two. Then to one. The winner. I plan to be that winner. I know for a fact that this is my one shot. My one opportunity. If I loose here, I am stuck in House Shows for good. So I need to do my best to win this match. So C-Dog, watch yourself in this match because I will be ruthless and relentless. I will do anything it takes to win. I have gone through to much in my life. So much pain. More pain than any man should have to endure. And every second I think that my opponent could beat me and end my shot in this tournament rapidly increases the pain inside of me. I have had a daughter taken from me. A wife disturbed. A carerr in jepordy. So much rage and frustration.
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I know that my back is to the ropes this week, and this whole tournament. I am what you would call the underdog in this. Even below C-Dog himself. I have been chewed up and beaten quite a few times. But now times have changed. My Salem's Lot kidstyle is gone. I am done fooling around. It is time to get serious. My mood has all changed. C-Dog, I am sorry. But funny play around Horror is not here today. Nor will he ever be again. I am going to tear you apart this week C-Dog.
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Know what today is? Doubt it. It is the annaversery of the death of my daughter. Now. I have been tormented by the fact that I have not made the man who killed her pay. But you better believe that you are going to pay the pied pipier.
Horror:C-Dog. I said this to Sam last week and it happened flawlesly. Your time, like his has run out. You being in the tournament? Over. Done. Finished. Your career? Over. Done with. Your life? Well time is running out on that too..
(*Horror is now turning somewhat sadistic as he grabs a 2-hand clock*)
Horror:Tick Tock. Tick Tock
*Clock rings*
Horror: Guess what C-Dog? Your time is up.
*Horror takes the clock and starts punching it. His hands are bloody. Horror takes the blood and rubs it all over himself.*
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