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Post by Toom E. Guci on May 6, 2007 20:46:44 GMT -5
*A sign up sheet is posted on the Match Board, getting those ready for Toom E's House Party III as fans settle down from the Blandest Stage of Them All, Crap-a-mania !!!!
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on May 6, 2007 20:51:08 GMT -5
Koda walks over to the sign up sheet, and tries to find any fine print, but does not.
Koda: So...what do you guys think? Should we sign up?
Grover: Of course!
Koda: Ok!
Koda signs his, Grover's, Calvin's, and Rutherford's names onto the list.
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on May 6, 2007 22:00:25 GMT -5
*The Comedian walks up to the sign-up sheet, grabs the pen, and begins to write.*
Comedian: The...Co...me...di...an...Bob...by...Rig...gs. There.
*Riggs turns his head and sees an ice cream bar.*
Comedian: OOOOH! ICE CREAM!!!!
*He walks off camera to the ice cream bar.*
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Post by Guns of the Samuri on May 6, 2007 22:06:48 GMT -5
*Mr. Jack walks up with his two guards. They suddenly jump out of the way of the person running for ice cream*
Jack: Hey! Don't run, you disrespectful freak!
*He straightens his suit before walking up to the sheet*
Jack: Hm... may be dangerous, and harmful to my image...
*He looks at his guards and smiles, before all three of them start laughing. He then signs it before throwing it aside*
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on May 6, 2007 22:08:44 GMT -5
Rated X walk up with the newest member, Christian Starr.
Chad: So should we sign up?
Mike: Hell yeah. I want another shot at Ragnal.
Marcus: Plus, we'll get to take on those Minipax assholes.
Jesse: Well, let's sign up.
All 5 men sign up, right under The Comedian's name.
Starr: Hey, let's go get some food.
Jesse: I'm in the mood for Mexican.
Marcus: I want Italian.
Chad: Hamburgers & Fries.
Mike: Japanese food. I want some sushi right now.
All 5 men go off bickering about which food to eat as we fade out.
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Post by Guns of the Samuri on May 6, 2007 22:28:23 GMT -5
*As Mr. Jack is walking off, Sum Guy suddenly walks up to the group*
Guy: Mr. Jack! At the beginning of Crap-a-mania, oyu made some very... Hateful comments torwards Rated X and the Company in general! And then, Rated X suddenly doesnt show up for their match! What can you say about this
*Mr. Jack looked at him, frowning. He then reached forward, taking the mic from him*
Jack: I don't have to explain a thing! What happened is purely coincidental, and any link to what I said at the beginning show is completely idiotic!
Guy: But Jack, what oyu said made it seem like you-
*Sum Guy was suddenly stopped as both of his guards stepped up, grabing him and throwing him against a wall. Jack walked up, getting right in his face*
Jack: This place is a mess... It's my job to clean it
*He then walked away, snapping. The guards let him go, and quickl followed*
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
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Have you seen me?
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Post by Ass Dan on May 6, 2007 23:26:07 GMT -5
Richard Clay walks to the sign in sheet.
Clay: Well, with Minipax in charge, everything will be a lot easier.
He writes down his and Joe One's name.
Clay: I hope One's okay.
He walks off, only to be interupted by....
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and look what I found!
He holds up the WWE Intercontinental Championship.
Guy: Pretty cool, huh? The last time I went to Italy, I got the pox. Richard, how is Mr. One taking his loss?
Clay: The fact that my associate in Minipax is without title is no problem.
Guy: What about the prophecy of him winning the title?
Clay: What do you mean?
Guy: Roll the footage.
FROM CRAP-A-MANIA III
Guy looks puzzled.
Clay: As you can see, his statement has yet to come to fruition. Good day.
Clay walks away.
Guy: Well, I'm Sum Guy and.....LOOK OUT!
Suddenly, Umaga comes out and grabs Sum Guy.
Umaga: FO SAMOA!
Umaga spikes Sum in the neck. Armando Alejandro Estrada comes out.
Estrada: That was....como se dice....awesome!
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 7, 2007 0:16:56 GMT -5
*Generation Tech are standing backstage wearing the new GT shirt, still pumped full of adrenaline after CM.*
Spyke: We are back baby! Generation Tech is once again the toast of Crap-a-Mania!
Spaz: Damn skippy Spyke! Ratings & his goons better watch out coz Gen. Tech is coming for you! With Spyke & Spaz together there is no force in EWT that can stop us.
Spyke: And once we are finished with The Elite we will climb the mountain to tag team gold!
Spaz: It's been a while since I said this buddy, too damn long. Respect, Loyalty, Ability. That felt good. Generation Tech pulling all the tricks since '06
CUT TOM COMMERCIAL
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Post by Curly Long on May 7, 2007 6:36:32 GMT -5
Backstage after Crap-a-Mania and Curly Long is looking extra pleased with himself. Having kicked Heidern-dorf to the curb and had a knock out coliseum segment things are good for the midget king. He is currently on the phone to someone.
CURLY: Yeah you heard it right, a new guy in charge ... that's what he said. Did you even order the PPV? Oh you were there well then you should know! ... So about my suggestion? ... uh-huh ... good, so your both in ... It will be like old times .. heh ... very well ... bye.
Curly clicks off his mobile phone, looks at the sign up sheet and signs his name on the dotted line. He grins to himself as he walks away.
(Cut to video promo from 2005 of Curly Long in charge of the EWT for a month.)
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Square
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Post by Square on May 7, 2007 7:50:56 GMT -5
*Andy "The Eagle" Davidson walks past the sign up sheet and takes another look*
Andy Davidson: Meh screw it
*Davidson signs up and then walks off*
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Ratings
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"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on May 7, 2007 9:18:09 GMT -5
Toom E. Dangerously is shown seated in his office looking over the financial statistics of the previous night's event.
Toomi: (chuckling to himself) "Impressive... We made that much at the gate? That's an increase compared to the last Crap-a-Mania. Needless to say, I believe I've done it again. Another fantastic show organized and planned by yours truly."
He sets the stats on his desk and leans back in his leather chair.
Toomi: "But even wrestling's greatest minds need a break. They to get away from the business for a bit to avoid burning themselves out. I mean does anyone understand the pressure that comes with running a professional wrestling/sports entertainment promotion? But now I'm going to give one lucky EWT superstar a taste of calling the shots. I'm sure you all know about Toomi's House Party is coming up and the winner of the TLC Battle Royal will become the acting commissioner for EWT during my absence. And out of all of the EWT superstars who I can think of being the best candidate for the job, your name comes to mind first."
The camera shifts from Toomi to the person he was talking to: Ratings, who is flanked by Maxx Awesome and Erik Majors. Toomi approaches them with a clipboard with the TLC battle royal sign up sheet attached to it.
Toomi: "So then, are you interested in entering?"
Ratings looks down at the clipboard then back to Toomi. He smirks and takes the clipboard and signs it, along with Maxx Awesome and Erik Majors.
Ratings: "Toomi, consider your establishment in good hands WHEN I win the TLC Battle Royal. And as my first act as commissioner, I will destroy Generation Tech."
Toomi: "That's what I like to hear."
All four smile with a sinister grin as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on May 7, 2007 12:21:25 GMT -5
(The EWT logo comes up on screen as a voiceover gives us the 411.)
Voiceover: "This is a special report from EWT Headquarters. Here is your host, the ghost of Steve McQueen."
(Behind a desk is a McQueen, transparent and ghostly, sitting there like Shawn Mooney only with charisma and likability.)
McQueen: "Hello, and welcome to a very special EWT report. As you all know during his match with Jack Jupiter our resident King Of The Ring Ultimo Choculon suffered an injury that onlookers described as......"
(Steve looks at his fact sheet.)
McQueen: "..........totally *BEEP!*ed up. Immediately after the match Ultimo was driven to the hospital in an ambulance where doctors went to work repairing him."
(Cut to a shot of a doctor walking down the halls of a hospital as he puts on a pair of gloves.)
Doctor: "Yes, yes. I was informed about Mr. Chocula's unfortunate accident and I can assure you he is in very capable hands. I've had over 30 years in the business, a very good number of those years operating on accidents just like this, and I can assure you that he is in very capable hands. When you've been a doctor for as long there's really nothing that comes as a shock to you."
(The doctor turns and enters the room where Ultimo has been taken. Three seconds later he runs back out the door.)
Doctor: "JEEBUS LORD GAWD!"
(And then he vomits. Back to Steve.)
McQueen: "Once the doctor got his *BEEP!* together he went to work on repairing Ultimo. After five hours of surgery he had this to say.)
(Cut back to the doctor, covered in blood and taking a swig of Wild Turkey straight from the bottle.)
Doctor: "Well, I did everything I could. For the most part he'll be fine, after a month or two of recuperation time of course. He should be able to resume his life hunky dory with no problem. Although his wrestling career is pretty much over. If he gets back in the ring and gets re injured he'll be lucky if he can wipe his own butt. So I guess it's a good thing that wrestling was just a hobby for him, right! Eh? What do you mean it was his job?"
(Cut back to McQueen.)
McQueen: "So it appears Ultimo's career with the EWT is over. Meanwhile, in related news, The Daryl Dragon and PsyToni Tennille opted out of their contracts after Ultimo's injury effective immediately. The EWT has lost three great superstars but still we look onward to the future where the younger guys such as Cassinova, Axel, and those monster guys will carry the torch onward into the next generation of wrestling. This is the ghost of Steve McQueen reporting for the EWT. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to haunt the crap out of that nancy boy Matt Damon. Borne Identity my ass!"
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Post by Borash on May 7, 2007 15:08:10 GMT -5
*Exterior. Jose & Hans, The Sexy Brothers, are walking down a beach. Both men are clad in nothing more than Banana Hammocks.* Hans: You know, even though Das Sexy Brothers have competed in Mexico for many years, sometimes even that experience is not enough to allow one entry into an organisation as prestigious as EWT. Jose: So in accordance with the request of Mr. Toom E. Dangerously, Los Sexy Brothers have been travelling to other countries in an effort to increase our experience of wrestling around the world. Hans: So it is that today we bring you footage of... Both: THE SEXY BROTHERS WORLD TOUR! * "Rocket" by Braund Reynolds starts playing to the accompanying footage.* *A word appears at the bottom of the screen, "Germany". Jose & Hans are shown competing in the ring. Hans getting a particularly good ovation from the crowd. Next a clip of them in a German nightclub is shown. A short, ugly woman with a bit of a moustache approaches Jose. A tall muscualr woman with a masculine jawline approaches Hans. Both men back-up into eachother, look at one another, nod & hastily exit the nightclub.* *Another word appears at the bottom of the screen, "Ireland". Again, footage of Hans & Jose in the ring. This is followed by footage of them in an Irish pub enjoying pints of Guinness. An elderly woman approaches, she's carrying a pot of Irish stew. Hans & Jose exit their seats & begin vigorously dry humping the old lady. She loses her grip & the pot of Stew pours all over her. Her husband runs out from behind the bar, brandishing a blackthorn walking stick. Jose & Hans run out of the pub as the old man gives chase after them.* *Another word appears, "Thailand". Some brief wrestling footage of Hans & Jose is seen. Then we see the Sexy Brothers in a Thai nightclub. Hans & Jose manage to leave with a couple of honeys on their arms. We cut to Hans & Jose entering their hotel rooms right next to eachother. Both men give knowing winks to the camera & enter their rooms.... They come running out moments later with terrified expressions on their faces. That's right, the brothers hooked up with a pair of ladyboys.* *Cut back to the scene of the two men on the beach again.* Jose: So, as you can see, amigos, Los Sexy Brothers now have accumulated that little bit more experience that will give us a bit of a competitive edge. Hans: Ja, so get ready for some serious SEXY TIME!!! *The brothers lie down on the beach in between some beautiful women who immediately get up & leave.* Both: THE SEXY BROTHERS ARE COMING SOON!
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Post by teamireland on May 7, 2007 15:57:25 GMT -5
*Coach O'Hare, obviously extremely pissed off about his team's loss last night, spots the sign-up sheet for the TLC Battle Royal.* O'Hare: This is IT! Finally, I can get what I deserve! No longer will we be discriminated against in this company! I can ensure a fair future for all of my fellas! *O'Hare takes the sheet from the board & brings it to the T.I. locker-room where all the members are sitting, rather worried about O'Hare's possible reaction to last night's debacle. The Coach enters & sets the sheet on the table.* O'Hare: Lads, I know ya's are expecting a chewing out, honestly, I was ready to give ya's one too, but if you ALL put your names on here, you too, Liam, then we could have a chance to RUN this place in Toom E. Dangerously's absence. And look, there's four of ya's, right, that means we've got four times the chance to win! There'll be no in-fighting when ya's are in there now, understood? I'll decide who I want to actually grab that briefcase in a wee bit, whoever it is that I want to win, ya's are all to step aside & allow him to do so, aye?
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IS THAT CLEAR?!
All [bar Shane]: YES! (Shane nods)
O'Hare: Okay, so. Here, put your names on there & we're a few steps closer to having me be in charge of EWT & seeing to it that you lads get the... Aidan: Hould on there, Coach, I thought it was the winner of the MATCH that gets to be in charge! O'Hare: Well, maybe in other cases that might happen, but, c'mon, we're Team Ireland! We're all in this together & as Coach of this team I think it's only fair that full leadership duties are handed over to me. *The team members look to eachother a bit dubiously.* Aidan: Look, I'll sign it, but as team captain, I think I deserve a bit of a say in what happens with my team, eh? *Aidan writes his name down, hands the sheet to Shane. Malone signs it in silence & hands it to Sean. Sean signs it.* Sean: Aye, it SHOULD be the fella that retrieves the briefcase that gets the opportunity really. *O'Hare gives Sean a menacing glare. Sean quickly shuts up & hands the sheet to Liam.* O'Hare: Liam, I know I've doubted you in the past, son, but, I want to know, can I rely on you in this match? The reason you're getting another chance here is beacuse Aidan & Sean convinced me that you were reliable. I'm putting a lot of faith in ya here, mate. You think you can do this? *Liam twitches slightly & pops a handful of pills.* Liam: Aye, aye, sure, yeah, don't worry, I can do this lads, I can do this. *Liam signs his name on the sheet & O'Hare smirks.* O'Hare: Great, Liam, you never know, you might be the person I pick to get that briefcase, eh? (under his breath) not f***ing likely. Okay, lads, thanks alot. Now be prepared & get ready to do this one for your coach, alright? *O'Hare takes the sign-up sheet off the table & exits. The members of T.I. look at eachotehr again, still a little bit unsure as to what to do.*
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Post by Marcus Trunk on May 7, 2007 16:32:47 GMT -5
Marcus Trunk, bandaged and bloody, approaches Toomi's office with the TLC Rumble sign-up sheet on the door. He takes the pen, then looks over his injuries suffered just a day earlier. The cut forehead, the bruised ribs, the cut-up arm. He knows that if he signs his name, he's only inviting more punishment and pain. But he clenches his teeth, and nods his head.
Trunk: ...No fear.
Trunk signs his name. Just then, Rhino, with his shoulder bandaged up from the Gore that he delivered last night, approaches the sign-up sheet. Without saying a word, he extends his hand to Trunk, who gives him the pen. Rhino signs his name, then puts the pen down. He stares at Trunk for a moment, then nods his head, and walks off as Trunk watches him, also nodding in approval.
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Post by Smarky on May 7, 2007 16:52:16 GMT -5
[Smarky casually walks up to the sign in sheet. He studies it for a moment]
Smarky: Eh, why not?
[Smarky signs his name, and walks off humming Freebird]
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on May 7, 2007 18:59:42 GMT -5
*The shot opens with Redface walking around aimlessly around the backstage area. He looks incredibly depressed. He finally reaches his destination: Toom E.'s Office. His fists clench in anger and his expression changes from depressed to outraged. He then notices the sign-up paper next to the doorway. He reads it and a huge grin appears on his face. He signs his name.*
Redface: This will be the way I take what's mine.
*He exits off-screen. Fade to black.*
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2007 21:10:58 GMT -5
*The camera fades backstage, SUm Guy holding a mic.*
Sum: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I'm allergic to cats. I'm here with the EWT Toolshed Champion, Voltigeur.
*Volt walks onto the camera's view, recieving a decent pop. The Toolshed Title, being on such a large man, is simply slung over his left shoulder.*
So Volt, tell us...what do you think about your win at Crap-a-Mania !!!!
Voltigeur: What does it matter to you, Mr. Guy?
Sum: Well I mean, you DID win a title! At the crappiest stage of them all!
Volt: So?
Sum: Uh...
Voltigeur: It is not the rather unceremonious name of this belt that drives me to defend it. Because it is MY duty to defend this artifact from the forces of evil!
Sum: What about the other forces of good?
Volt: IF THEY WERE GOOD THEY'D KNOW TO LET ME KEEP THE TITLE!
Sum: But everyone's got goals!
Volt: What kind of goal? To attempt to rob me of this title, only to drop it to someone with the pathetic flick of a finger? That I cannot support. It is my sworn duty, given to me by the Order, that I defend this to the best of my abilties. You see, after my...purification...the Order accepted me in, and ordered that I find an item of extreme importance and value. This rather modest-looking strap is embellished with simple patterns and designs, but I sense much nobility locked away within it. I targeted it, and the Order told me within my mind, that I was fit to recieve it!
Sum: Told you within your mind?
Volt: YES! They have that ability, you know. And I must protect this item safely within my keep. There are giants, bandits, pirates, the mentally ill, perverted entities, and--A GRYPHON--in this company. Anything I can do, I will do! This is my time to make the first stride, and fulfill my mission from the Order!
*Aaron Chamblis walks up to a nearby door, with the TLC Rumble sign-up sheet on it.*
Aaron: And--*signs name*--there I go!
*Turns at Sum and Voltigeur.*
Hey Sum! hey Volt!
Volt: Hello, fair citizen. I suggest you return to your abodes.
Aaron: Wha--why?
*Volt quickly leans over.*
Voltgeur: Because EVIL lurks these halls!
Aaron: Where?
Voltigeur: ...
I DO NOT KNOW!
Aaron: Okay. See ya later!
*Runs off.*
Voltigeur: Voorzichtig zijn, bevuil wezens van EWT! U gelooft dat u één of andere vorm van wurggreep bij de deze organisatie hebt? Denk opnieuw! Ik zal niet tegengehouden worden--maar u zult… u… u… uw dag van rekening… komen!
*Voltigeur walks off, the title slung over his shoulder.*
Sum: I'm Sum Guy, and people confuse me. Oh well, don't ask, don't tell...or something like that...
*Sum walks off as the camera fades out.*
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Post by Oceanic on May 8, 2007 0:45:26 GMT -5
Sum Guy wanders off only to walk up to another EWT superstar, this one looking extremley pissed.
Sum Guy: "Look at this! I'm Sum Guy and I'm doing two interviews back to back! Go Sum Guy! It's your birthday! Go Sum Guy! You're adopted!"
Oceanic: "Shut the hell up! I'm not in the mood for your bull s*** today!"
Sum Guy: "Jeez Louise. What crawled up your panties?"
Oceanic gets real close to Sum and raises her arm to crack him right across the face.
Sum Guy: "WAAAAAA!!!! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! MY NOSE JUST HEALED! DON'T BREAK IT AGAIN!"
Oceanic: "That's a warning, snow ball. One more wrong word out of you and I'll see to you it eat through a tube."
Sum Guy: "Ok! Ok! So........uhhhh..........why are you..........with the.........ummm...........angry making?"
Oceanic: "If you're asking me why I'm so mad right now I'll tell you! I'm mad because once again I get shafted out of being on the PPV! That's twice in a row since I became Tri State champion that I've been shafted! Do I get a replacement challenger? No! They just up and cancel my match! And why? Because Virus doesn't bother to show up! So because that coward ran away to mommy I'm left standing there with nothing! How's that for hijinks?"
Sum Guy: "But Toomi said that there was some sort of accident."
Oceanic: "Yeah, there was an accident! Virus s*** himself and left town! I'm sick of facing these losers all the time! When am I going to get somebody who can nut up for a change? What do I have to do to get some god damn competition around here? Do I have to beg? Do I have to jump through hoops? What do I have to do to get Virus to face me?"
Sum Guy: "I'll face you."
Oceanic: "Sum, you couldn't beat either Mulkey if they were dead."
Sum Guy: "Yes I could! I'd have to get 'em really drunk though."
Oceanic: "You do that. And knowing the apes that run this f***ing place you'd get booked before I do."
Oceanic huffs and walks away as Sum watches her go before addressing the camera.
Sum Guy: "Hey! I'm getting booked! I'm Sum Guy and I'll be facing a dead, drunk Mulkey at the nest PPV!"
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Post by crauswell on May 8, 2007 2:44:50 GMT -5
We cut to the back... as we Crauswell walk up, now with a completely repaired beak on his masked face, standing before the sign up sheet now, oddly quiet under his mask as he looks it over, reaching for the pen... then stopping himself, instead holding his face in his folded hands, panting heavily, then looking back up... as he turns around, spotting Sum Guy just waltzing on by following an Oceanic interview, who doesn't notice the furry of course. He immediately sprints up to him.
Crauswell: ... You think I'm a failure... YOU THINK I'M A FAILURE DON'T YOU?! Yeah... a big fat feathered failure... a pathetic little bug... an insignificant little beat of prey, one that could easily be devoured in mere seconds. Yes, as much as it pains me to admit... I failed against the champion, the champion who made me look so very pathetic. The champion who made me look incredibly foolish because I fell at his hand. The GREATEST Ox Division champion in EWT history, crushed in two successive matches... one in a chamber of his own construct. Up until then I had crushed so many opponents into dust... but this Cassinova, he bested me and... I willingly admit it.
Sum: Uhhhh... kay?
Crauswell continues circling Sum, as he looks over him.
Crauswell: Perhaps this means something... perhaps this means that I am starting to become soft once again, starting to turn into a miserable worm, and at that... one that doesn't deserve a chance to run this company, one who doesn't deserve such an opportunity to show everyone why they should respect him and his kind. However, last night just proved that if all of my kind were as week as I... then perhaps we all deserve absolutely no respect whatsoever. I suppose I should applaud the Ox Division champion, his beating has shown me the light... and as much as I shall miss that beautiful title, he has more then proven himself worthy.
Sum looks over Craus and raises an eyebrow.
Sum: So... wait, even though he stole your suit and beat you twice... you're not mad? I mean... plus, after the match... you laid out a bunch of medical personnel.
Crauswell: ... It was the heat of the moment, I can not help my actions sometimes. I am a passionate young man, one who thrives sometimes on his rage and I simply cannot control myself at times. I assure you, my intentions are pure.
Sum nods, then suddenly looks around wildly, seemingly looking for a certain group of "people"
Sum: Wait... this is an act isn't it? You're just catching me off guard so your furry freaks can jump and beat the living hell out of me. It's already happened once before... I DIDN'T FORGET THAT DUDE... DON'T MAKE ME.... RUN AWAY!!!
Crauswell looks at Sum, reaching out and... patting him on the head, uncharacteristically chuckling at this, as he wraps a wing around Sum's form.
Craus: Heh... relax there my good man, my buddies are long gone now and I don't intend to lay you out anyway or do anything like that. You see, after such a loss... I realize, perhaps humans aren't half bad at all. I mean, if one could defeat me twice like that, well... I just face to face the facts that they can't be all bad... I still prefer animals though.
Sum looks at him.
Sum: Oh... okay then. Whatever you say birdy!
Crauswell looks at him quickly, seeming a bit annoyed by this, but calming himself, patting him now on the back, as he chuckles again, seeming quite normal.
Crauswell: Please don't call me birdy... I don't care for it too much, fleshy.
He slaps him again, extra hard on the back, before happily strolling back off... his name left purposely off the sign up sheet, as he actually whistles on his exit, Sum simply watching on.
Sum: Well... I'm Sum Guy and I'm a little creeped out.
He too looks at the sign up sheet now, walking over and examining it closely.
Sum: Hmmmm... nah.
He walks away as well... as we fade to commercial.
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