Post by MrBRulzOK on Dec 18, 2012 20:15:46 GMT -5
Mark looks to hit a fallen Van Dam with a diving Senton, leaping off only for Rob to roll out of the way at the last second! Van Dam pops up to his feet and bounces off the ropes, connecting with Rolling Thunder! He quickly makes a cover!
1!
2!
Mark kicks out. Rob Van Dam waits for him to rise and springs off the turnbuckle, leaping back at him with a diving crossbody! Mark however catches him in mid air and hoists him up, dropping him with a Samoan Drop! He climbs atop for a cover of his own!
1!
2!
Van Dam kicks out! LoMonaco rises to his feet, yanking Rob up along with him and setting him up for the Antidote!
Rob however counters it into a Sunset Flip! However instead of pinning he hits a mule kick to the back of the head, stunning Mark!
Rob ascends to the top rope, leaping off and hitting a beautiful Five Star Frog Splash, driving the air out of his opponent as he hooks the legs!
1!
2!
3!
Borash: Here is your winner, Rob Van Dam!
Tenay: And Rob Van Dam picks up the victory! And thus Mark's luck continues to trickle downward.
Sadler: Mark seriously needs to turn things around before it's too late. Otherwise this scene may become a familiar sight for the rest of his career.
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We head backstage to Devon, Morgan, and Eric Young. Morgan and Devon are standing, while EY sits in a chair, wearing his EY t-shirt, jeans, and a black trenchcoat.
You ready boss?
Tonight's the night.
Just beat those three fools and you get your rematch with Joey Ryan.
As if out of a trance, EY suddenly shifts his eyes towards Morgan.
What was that?
I said, win tonight and you face Joey Ryan at the next ppv. Aren't you excited, boss?
Am I excited? Hell no. Get me out of this match immediately!
You want out? Just at the ppv all you can utter was Joey Ryan's name! Now you don't want to fight him?
Oh, no. Trust me, I want to fight him.
Then...
But I want to win. You two don't understand what it is like to put your heart into a match, come oh so close to victory, and have it snatched away from you at the last second.
I'm not going to let him do that to me again. I want Joey Ryan again, but I'm going to win. I'm going to beat him. And that takes time, studying. More than I've ever needed before. I need to be on this guy 24/7. Watching his every move.
I'm not ready. Get me out of the match.
Boss, you need to compet...
I'M NOT DOING IT! DAMMIT DEVON, I'M NOT LOSING TO JOEY RYAN AGAIN!
Lock that door. I'm not leaving!
Matt Morgan walks towards the door, where Sting is standing, wearing a trenchcoat and carrying a black baseball bat in his hand.
Eric, You and I need to have a talk immediately...
You're not Joey Ryan. I don't need to tal...
Eric! I said we need to talk. And I'm not afraid to use this bat if that is what it takes to do it.
Eric looks up and sees Sting. He turns to Morgan and Devon.
Threatening me with violence? Fair enough.
Leave us alone, Morgan and Devon. This is between a mentor and a pupil.
Morgan and Devon exit.
Eric, we're in the same boat. Abandoned. I lost my supposed family, while your skills have betrayed you. We're both at a loss for what to do next, but I've found the answer. I need what you have. And you need what I got.
...Go on.
Sting hands Eric the black baseball bat as the scene fades.
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Mr. Anderson sits backstage, slumped in a corner.
A few months back, I was backstage, ready to earn a title shot, when my supposed friend, James Storm, beat the living crap out of me with a lead pipe.
And why?
Because my girlfriend told him to.
She gave some bullcrap reason, but the truth is. She was tired of being at my side, she wanted glory for herself, which is fine, but she only won like two matches since I started dating her, and yet apparently I was the problem?
Whatever, there's other skanks in the sea.
But my real problem is with her and Storm and their little scheme to steal the world title and make it a joke.
They claim the women are treated poorly and that they want to claim the TNA Championship for themselves.
Now, it may sound sexist to say I don't want to be a "Men's Champion", but I suspect that their plan isn't as altruistic as it seems.
I'll bottom line it, Brooke is a stuck up, spoiled little b***h who sees something shiny and wants it for herself, so she found a kitty-whipped, nutless piece of trash, showed him a little skin and convinced him to be her personal plaything.
Storm's got his little case, and he wants to sneak in and become champion, all so he can please his girl and maybe touch a boob?
Not if I can help it.
He wants to get the belt, he's going to have to go through me.
Tonight, I'm going to become number one contender like I should have before I got my head caved in, and I'm going to make sure, win or lose, you won't be walking out of the Impact Zone with that title.
Or my name isn't Mr. Anderson.
Anderson.
1!
2!
Mark kicks out. Rob Van Dam waits for him to rise and springs off the turnbuckle, leaping back at him with a diving crossbody! Mark however catches him in mid air and hoists him up, dropping him with a Samoan Drop! He climbs atop for a cover of his own!
1!
2!
Van Dam kicks out! LoMonaco rises to his feet, yanking Rob up along with him and setting him up for the Antidote!
Rob however counters it into a Sunset Flip! However instead of pinning he hits a mule kick to the back of the head, stunning Mark!
Rob ascends to the top rope, leaping off and hitting a beautiful Five Star Frog Splash, driving the air out of his opponent as he hooks the legs!
1!
2!
3!
Borash: Here is your winner, Rob Van Dam!
Tenay: And Rob Van Dam picks up the victory! And thus Mark's luck continues to trickle downward.
Sadler: Mark seriously needs to turn things around before it's too late. Otherwise this scene may become a familiar sight for the rest of his career.
--------------------------------
We head backstage to Devon, Morgan, and Eric Young. Morgan and Devon are standing, while EY sits in a chair, wearing his EY t-shirt, jeans, and a black trenchcoat.
You ready boss?
Tonight's the night.
Just beat those three fools and you get your rematch with Joey Ryan.
As if out of a trance, EY suddenly shifts his eyes towards Morgan.
What was that?
I said, win tonight and you face Joey Ryan at the next ppv. Aren't you excited, boss?
Am I excited? Hell no. Get me out of this match immediately!
You want out? Just at the ppv all you can utter was Joey Ryan's name! Now you don't want to fight him?
Oh, no. Trust me, I want to fight him.
Then...
But I want to win. You two don't understand what it is like to put your heart into a match, come oh so close to victory, and have it snatched away from you at the last second.
I'm not going to let him do that to me again. I want Joey Ryan again, but I'm going to win. I'm going to beat him. And that takes time, studying. More than I've ever needed before. I need to be on this guy 24/7. Watching his every move.
I'm not ready. Get me out of the match.
Boss, you need to compet...
I'M NOT DOING IT! DAMMIT DEVON, I'M NOT LOSING TO JOEY RYAN AGAIN!
Lock that door. I'm not leaving!
Matt Morgan walks towards the door, where Sting is standing, wearing a trenchcoat and carrying a black baseball bat in his hand.
Eric, You and I need to have a talk immediately...
You're not Joey Ryan. I don't need to tal...
Eric! I said we need to talk. And I'm not afraid to use this bat if that is what it takes to do it.
Eric looks up and sees Sting. He turns to Morgan and Devon.
Threatening me with violence? Fair enough.
Leave us alone, Morgan and Devon. This is between a mentor and a pupil.
Morgan and Devon exit.
Eric, we're in the same boat. Abandoned. I lost my supposed family, while your skills have betrayed you. We're both at a loss for what to do next, but I've found the answer. I need what you have. And you need what I got.
...Go on.
Sting hands Eric the black baseball bat as the scene fades.
------------------------------
Mr. Anderson sits backstage, slumped in a corner.
A few months back, I was backstage, ready to earn a title shot, when my supposed friend, James Storm, beat the living crap out of me with a lead pipe.
And why?
Because my girlfriend told him to.
She gave some bullcrap reason, but the truth is. She was tired of being at my side, she wanted glory for herself, which is fine, but she only won like two matches since I started dating her, and yet apparently I was the problem?
Whatever, there's other skanks in the sea.
But my real problem is with her and Storm and their little scheme to steal the world title and make it a joke.
They claim the women are treated poorly and that they want to claim the TNA Championship for themselves.
Now, it may sound sexist to say I don't want to be a "Men's Champion", but I suspect that their plan isn't as altruistic as it seems.
I'll bottom line it, Brooke is a stuck up, spoiled little b***h who sees something shiny and wants it for herself, so she found a kitty-whipped, nutless piece of trash, showed him a little skin and convinced him to be her personal plaything.
Storm's got his little case, and he wants to sneak in and become champion, all so he can please his girl and maybe touch a boob?
Not if I can help it.
He wants to get the belt, he's going to have to go through me.
Tonight, I'm going to become number one contender like I should have before I got my head caved in, and I'm going to make sure, win or lose, you won't be walking out of the Impact Zone with that title.
Or my name isn't Mr. Anderson.
Anderson.