Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Jul 24, 2008 11:32:20 GMT -4
The White Lion is furious kicking things around his locker room. His mother standing there just watching the Kaos if you will. Some might think the right hand man of the world champion may be angered by the turn of recent events, bu that is not the case, however deeply hurt the Lion is by the circumstances his friend Kenny is in, he always can stand tall in a time of need to offer a shoulder, of some friendly consult. No The Lion is in raged about something else.
Lion: Nikolai Volkov??? You can't be serious...if it wasn't bad enough that I have had to fight the losers as they come down the ladder as of late, now an eighties revival, a come back tour on my hard work...BULSHIT I say, pure BULLSHIT.
Ms. Lively: Michael...it's not Nikolai Volkov...it's Nikolai Moltov, a new Russian.
Lion: (looking at her with that stiff glare for piping up) Nikolai Volkov, Nikita Kolov, Boris from Rocky and Bullwinkel....it doesn't matter to the JESUS...this title is my fucking title, and someone isn't coming in here with not a single attribute, not a single match, and going to make a name for them self thanks to me. No sir this man will earn something, his first loss, his first taste of embarrassment, as the Lion does what he does. Thats right mom, this Russian is coming over to America full of hopes and dreams. Well those dreams will fall short, and those hopes will burn. Nikolai Moltov wants the glory of being the Overdrive champion...well he can hold out his hands want the title in one, and shit in the other, lets just see which one fills up first. Mom I have met every challenge head on for this title, and I'm disrespected at every turn, treated like a stepping stone. Well once you face the Lion, and loose greats things have happened. Lets see for this title Job lost, and vanished, Ruby fought for the right to call himself my better, and shortly out of action, then the dirt bag brother of the great Kenny Lambardo gets the death sentence, and fell to the sheer greatness that is the JESUS of wrestling. Thats right ME...Now we sentencing new starts to the death blow, the fatal match is what they start with..well so be it. This guy starts his career with a doozy, I'm the Hottest Shit Going, I am the Industry Standard, and from the sounds of it, I now am a proud American called to my duty. From Russia with love has stepped foot on our soil, trying to snag my piece of Apple Pie, well it's not going down like that. Camel Clutches, Russian Sickles, Red Scares, Soviet Hammers, and pink skinned Russians all can eat a dick....cause the man of the hour, the newly appointed American Ambassador is here to welcome you, welcome you to our country where when you walk in from some shit stain of a country and try and run rough shot over us, we turn the combat boot on your ass. We punish you with our great American vengeance, and show you why we are the number one fucking superpower in this fucking planet. People can bash this country, people can bash me...but come the PPV mother...I step up...I perform my sacrafice...not as the savior, the JESUS...no as an American...I beat the living shit out of baby Hitler....
Ms. Lively: Hitler was German, not Russian.
The Lion then quickly plants a super kick on the chin of his over talkative mother. He looks down at he sound asleep from the chin music, and continues his conversation with no interruption.
Lion: Moltov finds out why I am the Hottest Shit Going, finds out that I do have a God Complex with a vengeful side, finds out that I am solid in that ring as the gold on this belt, learns the history lesson that I didn't just walk in and get this fucking title handed to me, I earned it. This title has been defended successfully before, and will once more. Hell soon this title will just be called the JESUS championship, and this fucking guy just may be talented, may be championship material, but stands no chance as long as I'm champion.
He then smiles at his mom, slides the title off of his shoulder, strikes his I am JESUS pose cause it's not for any one else but himself, and then leaves the locker room.
Lion: Nikolai Volkov??? You can't be serious...if it wasn't bad enough that I have had to fight the losers as they come down the ladder as of late, now an eighties revival, a come back tour on my hard work...BULSHIT I say, pure BULLSHIT.
Ms. Lively: Michael...it's not Nikolai Volkov...it's Nikolai Moltov, a new Russian.
Lion: (looking at her with that stiff glare for piping up) Nikolai Volkov, Nikita Kolov, Boris from Rocky and Bullwinkel....it doesn't matter to the JESUS...this title is my fucking title, and someone isn't coming in here with not a single attribute, not a single match, and going to make a name for them self thanks to me. No sir this man will earn something, his first loss, his first taste of embarrassment, as the Lion does what he does. Thats right mom, this Russian is coming over to America full of hopes and dreams. Well those dreams will fall short, and those hopes will burn. Nikolai Moltov wants the glory of being the Overdrive champion...well he can hold out his hands want the title in one, and shit in the other, lets just see which one fills up first. Mom I have met every challenge head on for this title, and I'm disrespected at every turn, treated like a stepping stone. Well once you face the Lion, and loose greats things have happened. Lets see for this title Job lost, and vanished, Ruby fought for the right to call himself my better, and shortly out of action, then the dirt bag brother of the great Kenny Lambardo gets the death sentence, and fell to the sheer greatness that is the JESUS of wrestling. Thats right ME...Now we sentencing new starts to the death blow, the fatal match is what they start with..well so be it. This guy starts his career with a doozy, I'm the Hottest Shit Going, I am the Industry Standard, and from the sounds of it, I now am a proud American called to my duty. From Russia with love has stepped foot on our soil, trying to snag my piece of Apple Pie, well it's not going down like that. Camel Clutches, Russian Sickles, Red Scares, Soviet Hammers, and pink skinned Russians all can eat a dick....cause the man of the hour, the newly appointed American Ambassador is here to welcome you, welcome you to our country where when you walk in from some shit stain of a country and try and run rough shot over us, we turn the combat boot on your ass. We punish you with our great American vengeance, and show you why we are the number one fucking superpower in this fucking planet. People can bash this country, people can bash me...but come the PPV mother...I step up...I perform my sacrafice...not as the savior, the JESUS...no as an American...I beat the living shit out of baby Hitler....
Ms. Lively: Hitler was German, not Russian.
The Lion then quickly plants a super kick on the chin of his over talkative mother. He looks down at he sound asleep from the chin music, and continues his conversation with no interruption.
Lion: Moltov finds out why I am the Hottest Shit Going, finds out that I do have a God Complex with a vengeful side, finds out that I am solid in that ring as the gold on this belt, learns the history lesson that I didn't just walk in and get this fucking title handed to me, I earned it. This title has been defended successfully before, and will once more. Hell soon this title will just be called the JESUS championship, and this fucking guy just may be talented, may be championship material, but stands no chance as long as I'm champion.
He then smiles at his mom, slides the title off of his shoulder, strikes his I am JESUS pose cause it's not for any one else but himself, and then leaves the locker room.
