Post by yarmouth1 on Nov 18, 2012 13:57:26 GMT -4
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The scene opens up in the trainers room where I am laid out on a stretcher with EMT'S working on my back suddenly the door swings open and it's Jack Spade coming to check on my condition.
Jack Spade: Doc, Doc, How is Yarmouth he took a bad fall out the just now, Is he OK?
Doctor: Well he took a hard hit to his back when he went through the table and I recommend he has at least two weeks off.
I sit up wincing at the pain shooting up my back and turn my head to face the doctor.
Yarmouth: Time off you gotta be kidding me fella, There's know way in hell am having anytime off I want TJ now not in two weeks time.
Then Jack Spade puts his hand up like he's in class.
Yarmouth: What the hell do you want?
Jack Spade: Errr..... I just got back from the GM Yarmouth and he said to me to tell you that you have TJ in match next week and its a Tap Out Gauntlet Seeding Match.
I smile at the thought of making TJ tap out as the crowd cheers loudly in the arena.
Jack Spade: I know you wanted TJ but in a tap out match?
Yarmouth: Your point been?
I wince some more as the pain intensifies.
Jack Spade: Well your all about strength and well TJ never quit's does he?
That may be so Jack but he has not faced me in a tap out match before I have a few trick's up my sleeve fella trust me I got this one and it will be about time I got a win over TJ he has beaten me too many times in the past and his winning run against me has to stop.
There's a mixed reaction from the crowd in the arena with Yarmouth fans cheering and TJ fans booing.
Doctor:Mr Yarmouth if you don't let us do our job and fix you up there will be no match next week and that will be under Doctor's order's.
I turn back round and lay down on my stomach for the doctors to work on my broken back as TJ leaves the trainers room as the crowd in the arena cheers loudly when the scene fades to black.
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So rumors are flying round APW that Stefan Raab is back and hiding in the shadows but fear not fellow members of the Yarmouth fan club I Yarmouth am ready for the German numpty, Ready to kick his German butt back to where he has been hiding.
I walk along the street s of Louisville, Kentucky pondering on the up coming match i have with The soul of Philly TJ and what sort of tactics I can use against him to win the match when a large Alsatian dog comes running up to me jumping at me wanting to me to make a fuss of him.
I bend down to stroke the dog he's a black long haired dog full of life no collar on him I start to pat him hard a rub his head which he enjoys panting heavily.
Yarmouth: Now then fella what's your name, Where have you come from?
The dog sits down and starts to lick my face.
Yarmouth: OK, OK Chill out a bit fella lets walk down a little see if we can find your owner?
I walk down the street asking people if they new who the owner was but there's no sign as the dog walks beside me tail wagging from side to side not paying attention to any distractions that's around him.
I stop and look down at the dog the dog stops at the same time and sits down next to my legs.
Yarmouth: Well fella looks like you now have a new owner and I think I will call you fella as you seam to respond to that.
The dog barks in approval when all of a sudden the dogs walks up to a poster with the Asylum logo on it and on the front of the poster is a picture of Me v TJ the dark starts to bark loudly at the picture.
Yarmouth: Yeah I know fella that TJ one monster of a man, A man who has beaten me numerous times in the past he seems to have my number.
But this match is all different, This match is a tap out match a match that will determine who is gonna say I quit and that fella will not be me I can tell you that.
The dog settles down a little as I continue to stroke him.
Yarmouth: Even when we were on Meltdown together he always seamed to have the upper hand on me and now the same thing is happening on Asylum but this has to stop and it will do this week when I finally defeat TJ and get my revenge for him putting me through that table.
My back is killing me fella and it will never be the same again but hell there is no way I am gonna let that be an excuse if some how he gets to me again I can not and will not let that happen.
The GM has given me so many opportunity's and i have failed them all the tag team with Raab, The number one contendership just last week yeah I failed in that too but by the love of god I shall not fail this time around I shall be victorious.
The dog licks my face as I laugh at the dog.
Yarmouth: Come on lets get you home I'm hungry and I bet your starving?
The dog barks in agreement as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens were am in my rented apartment in the kitchen opening a can of dog meat for my new best friend fella the dog is sitting the waiting patiently for his dinner when all of a sudden A bleep comes from my mobile phone sat on my work top next to the tin opener I have just put down.
I pick it up and open the message its from Stefan Raab once more playing mind games with me trying to get into my head.
The message reads " Your next".
I slam the phone down on the work top and the dog barks at me I give him his dinner and then walk over to my easy chair and slump down and start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: God dam it that son of a bitch is getting on my man boobs.
I look down and the fella is there waiting to jump up and be made a fuss off so I tap my leg and with one jump he's up on my lap panting away and licking his mouth after he has filled his stomach.
Yarmouth: well fella you have had your dinner and I want to feed off Raab but first I must get TJ and get this match out of the way first before I can even start thinking about Raab.
He must know not to piss me off all the time we spent together and hes trying to get under my skin why the hell would he want to do that?
And that is gonna spell bad news for TJ too and god for bid if I do lose to TJ which just ain't gonna happen this time round then when I do meet up with Stefan it will be an all out war yeah like world war 3.
I look down at fella on my lap and hes nodded off and gone to sleep I stroke him some more as he starts to snore loudly.
Yarmouth: God damn it fella you snore like a bloody fog horn.
I laugh to myself then start to drift of to sleep.
Suddenly I'm startled when there's a knock at the door fella jumps off my lap and starts to bark loudly.
Yarmouth: Quite boy, Sit down.
Fella does as hes told and stops barking and sits down where he stands I walk up to the door and look through the spy hole and standing there is a man dressed in the local postal service uniform I open the door and he is holding a big white box.
I open the door and I'm met with a smile by the man I look down at the box it has a big red bow on it with the words Happy birthday written in large letters underneath the bow.
Postman: Parcel for you sir can you please sign here?
The post man passes me the electronic signing machine and I look puzzled but sign as I'm intrigued what's in the box and also my birthday is a very long way away.
The postman smiles gets back his machine and then hands me the box turns and walks away as I grab the box I close the door behind me and then walk over to the kitchen area where fella (The Dog) follows me and places the box on the work top.
Yarmouth: What the hell is this then, Lets have a look shall we fella?
Fella barks.
I carefully undo the bow and then slowly take the lid of the box and look in side to reveal another small box I take that box out take the lid of the box to reveal yet another box I do the same till the box is about the size of a match box I take the lid of the smallest box and there's a note folded in 4 ways I carefully unfold the peace of paper until it is full sized my head begins to boil when I read the words on the peace of paper.
Yarmouth: You have my attention now don't you Yarmouth?
The note is signed by Stefan Raab.
I get angry and push the boxes of the work counter fella cowers away into the living area as i screw up the peace of paper and throw it into the trash can.
Yarmouth: First a text now noes delivered to my home god damn you Raab you have gone too far now this is getting personal.
I stomp out of the kitchen and into the living area pacing up and down shouting to myself.
Yarmouth: You want to play games then do you Raab well fine then go ahead this is an all out war on this weeks Asylum I'm going to show you what am going to do with you when your suspension is up.
If TJ wont quit then my friend I will will break his arm, His leg hell even his bloody neck I wont see TJ out there in that ring I will see You Raab everyone I face from now on is you and you alone until I get my hands on you fella and the the damage I do to my opponents will be twice as bad for you Raab.
So TJ, The soul of Philly I like you I really do but this is the wrong place at the wrong time for you fella Raab wants to play games with me and make me angry trust me you never want to see me angry and you TJ are the first Raab's am gonna take out, Not because its for the chance to face the Tap out champ No, No, No it's to show Raab that you never piss off a Giant and you will be his first victim.
Fella comes out from his hiding place and sits down beside me I look down and stroke him he licks my hand trying to cheer me up I smile at him and look out the window, The sky's are grey and it looks like its going to rain.
Yarmouth: Well looks like we got in at the right time fella?
Fella barks in approval.
Yarmouth: I for got its Thanks giving soon for our American friends and what a present it would be if I make TJ tap out now that would be pretty good for a man that's all about pure strength you see TJ I'm not what you call the most gifted in wrestling not the best person ion the world for this type of match up but boy god I will give it my best shot.
I have a few tricks up my sleeve fella there,s one or two moves I do know that will make you tap or if you don't tap out you will pass out either way fella I will win the match and then move on to the next round and become the next tap out champion.
You may feel that cos you have beaten me a few times before that this time will be no different well fella this time it will be me advancing to the next round not you.
You may want to get your hands on Jewls but you will have to wait in line fella and get to the back of the que this time I am going to win and I will make you tap out whether you like it or not and that is going to be my present to you for this years thanks giving and the start of a winning role for me.
And then after all the dust is settled and the fog clears you can call me the new tap out champion and I will hold that title for years to come and be know as the man who held the tap out championship for the longest time in the history of the tap out championship.
Again fella barks and puts one paw on my lap.
Yarmouth: As for you Stefan don't you even think of getting involved in any of my matches cos I will be ready for you fella once I make TJ tap out I will make you cry like a little bitch that you are.
The scene fades to black as I stroke and pat fella as he licks my face.
The scene opens up in the trainers room where I am laid out on a stretcher with EMT'S working on my back suddenly the door swings open and it's Jack Spade coming to check on my condition.
Jack Spade: Doc, Doc, How is Yarmouth he took a bad fall out the just now, Is he OK?
Doctor: Well he took a hard hit to his back when he went through the table and I recommend he has at least two weeks off.
I sit up wincing at the pain shooting up my back and turn my head to face the doctor.
Yarmouth: Time off you gotta be kidding me fella, There's know way in hell am having anytime off I want TJ now not in two weeks time.
Then Jack Spade puts his hand up like he's in class.
Yarmouth: What the hell do you want?
Jack Spade: Errr..... I just got back from the GM Yarmouth and he said to me to tell you that you have TJ in match next week and its a Tap Out Gauntlet Seeding Match.
I smile at the thought of making TJ tap out as the crowd cheers loudly in the arena.
Jack Spade: I know you wanted TJ but in a tap out match?
Yarmouth: Your point been?
I wince some more as the pain intensifies.
Jack Spade: Well your all about strength and well TJ never quit's does he?
That may be so Jack but he has not faced me in a tap out match before I have a few trick's up my sleeve fella trust me I got this one and it will be about time I got a win over TJ he has beaten me too many times in the past and his winning run against me has to stop.
There's a mixed reaction from the crowd in the arena with Yarmouth fans cheering and TJ fans booing.
Doctor:Mr Yarmouth if you don't let us do our job and fix you up there will be no match next week and that will be under Doctor's order's.
I turn back round and lay down on my stomach for the doctors to work on my broken back as TJ leaves the trainers room as the crowd in the arena cheers loudly when the scene fades to black.
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So rumors are flying round APW that Stefan Raab is back and hiding in the shadows but fear not fellow members of the Yarmouth fan club I Yarmouth am ready for the German numpty, Ready to kick his German butt back to where he has been hiding.
I walk along the street s of Louisville, Kentucky pondering on the up coming match i have with The soul of Philly TJ and what sort of tactics I can use against him to win the match when a large Alsatian dog comes running up to me jumping at me wanting to me to make a fuss of him.
I bend down to stroke the dog he's a black long haired dog full of life no collar on him I start to pat him hard a rub his head which he enjoys panting heavily.
Yarmouth: Now then fella what's your name, Where have you come from?
The dog sits down and starts to lick my face.
Yarmouth: OK, OK Chill out a bit fella lets walk down a little see if we can find your owner?
I walk down the street asking people if they new who the owner was but there's no sign as the dog walks beside me tail wagging from side to side not paying attention to any distractions that's around him.
I stop and look down at the dog the dog stops at the same time and sits down next to my legs.
Yarmouth: Well fella looks like you now have a new owner and I think I will call you fella as you seam to respond to that.
The dog barks in approval when all of a sudden the dogs walks up to a poster with the Asylum logo on it and on the front of the poster is a picture of Me v TJ the dark starts to bark loudly at the picture.
Yarmouth: Yeah I know fella that TJ one monster of a man, A man who has beaten me numerous times in the past he seems to have my number.
But this match is all different, This match is a tap out match a match that will determine who is gonna say I quit and that fella will not be me I can tell you that.
The dog settles down a little as I continue to stroke him.
Yarmouth: Even when we were on Meltdown together he always seamed to have the upper hand on me and now the same thing is happening on Asylum but this has to stop and it will do this week when I finally defeat TJ and get my revenge for him putting me through that table.
My back is killing me fella and it will never be the same again but hell there is no way I am gonna let that be an excuse if some how he gets to me again I can not and will not let that happen.
The GM has given me so many opportunity's and i have failed them all the tag team with Raab, The number one contendership just last week yeah I failed in that too but by the love of god I shall not fail this time around I shall be victorious.
The dog licks my face as I laugh at the dog.
Yarmouth: Come on lets get you home I'm hungry and I bet your starving?
The dog barks in agreement as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens were am in my rented apartment in the kitchen opening a can of dog meat for my new best friend fella the dog is sitting the waiting patiently for his dinner when all of a sudden A bleep comes from my mobile phone sat on my work top next to the tin opener I have just put down.
I pick it up and open the message its from Stefan Raab once more playing mind games with me trying to get into my head.
The message reads " Your next".
I slam the phone down on the work top and the dog barks at me I give him his dinner and then walk over to my easy chair and slump down and start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: God dam it that son of a bitch is getting on my man boobs.
I look down and the fella is there waiting to jump up and be made a fuss off so I tap my leg and with one jump he's up on my lap panting away and licking his mouth after he has filled his stomach.
Yarmouth: well fella you have had your dinner and I want to feed off Raab but first I must get TJ and get this match out of the way first before I can even start thinking about Raab.
He must know not to piss me off all the time we spent together and hes trying to get under my skin why the hell would he want to do that?
And that is gonna spell bad news for TJ too and god for bid if I do lose to TJ which just ain't gonna happen this time round then when I do meet up with Stefan it will be an all out war yeah like world war 3.
I look down at fella on my lap and hes nodded off and gone to sleep I stroke him some more as he starts to snore loudly.
Yarmouth: God damn it fella you snore like a bloody fog horn.
I laugh to myself then start to drift of to sleep.
Suddenly I'm startled when there's a knock at the door fella jumps off my lap and starts to bark loudly.
Yarmouth: Quite boy, Sit down.
Fella does as hes told and stops barking and sits down where he stands I walk up to the door and look through the spy hole and standing there is a man dressed in the local postal service uniform I open the door and he is holding a big white box.
I open the door and I'm met with a smile by the man I look down at the box it has a big red bow on it with the words Happy birthday written in large letters underneath the bow.
Postman: Parcel for you sir can you please sign here?
The post man passes me the electronic signing machine and I look puzzled but sign as I'm intrigued what's in the box and also my birthday is a very long way away.
The postman smiles gets back his machine and then hands me the box turns and walks away as I grab the box I close the door behind me and then walk over to the kitchen area where fella (The Dog) follows me and places the box on the work top.
Yarmouth: What the hell is this then, Lets have a look shall we fella?
Fella barks.
I carefully undo the bow and then slowly take the lid of the box and look in side to reveal another small box I take that box out take the lid of the box to reveal yet another box I do the same till the box is about the size of a match box I take the lid of the smallest box and there's a note folded in 4 ways I carefully unfold the peace of paper until it is full sized my head begins to boil when I read the words on the peace of paper.
Yarmouth: You have my attention now don't you Yarmouth?
The note is signed by Stefan Raab.
I get angry and push the boxes of the work counter fella cowers away into the living area as i screw up the peace of paper and throw it into the trash can.
Yarmouth: First a text now noes delivered to my home god damn you Raab you have gone too far now this is getting personal.
I stomp out of the kitchen and into the living area pacing up and down shouting to myself.
Yarmouth: You want to play games then do you Raab well fine then go ahead this is an all out war on this weeks Asylum I'm going to show you what am going to do with you when your suspension is up.
If TJ wont quit then my friend I will will break his arm, His leg hell even his bloody neck I wont see TJ out there in that ring I will see You Raab everyone I face from now on is you and you alone until I get my hands on you fella and the the damage I do to my opponents will be twice as bad for you Raab.
So TJ, The soul of Philly I like you I really do but this is the wrong place at the wrong time for you fella Raab wants to play games with me and make me angry trust me you never want to see me angry and you TJ are the first Raab's am gonna take out, Not because its for the chance to face the Tap out champ No, No, No it's to show Raab that you never piss off a Giant and you will be his first victim.
Fella comes out from his hiding place and sits down beside me I look down and stroke him he licks my hand trying to cheer me up I smile at him and look out the window, The sky's are grey and it looks like its going to rain.
Yarmouth: Well looks like we got in at the right time fella?
Fella barks in approval.
Yarmouth: I for got its Thanks giving soon for our American friends and what a present it would be if I make TJ tap out now that would be pretty good for a man that's all about pure strength you see TJ I'm not what you call the most gifted in wrestling not the best person ion the world for this type of match up but boy god I will give it my best shot.
I have a few tricks up my sleeve fella there,s one or two moves I do know that will make you tap or if you don't tap out you will pass out either way fella I will win the match and then move on to the next round and become the next tap out champion.
You may feel that cos you have beaten me a few times before that this time will be no different well fella this time it will be me advancing to the next round not you.
You may want to get your hands on Jewls but you will have to wait in line fella and get to the back of the que this time I am going to win and I will make you tap out whether you like it or not and that is going to be my present to you for this years thanks giving and the start of a winning role for me.
And then after all the dust is settled and the fog clears you can call me the new tap out champion and I will hold that title for years to come and be know as the man who held the tap out championship for the longest time in the history of the tap out championship.
Again fella barks and puts one paw on my lap.
Yarmouth: As for you Stefan don't you even think of getting involved in any of my matches cos I will be ready for you fella once I make TJ tap out I will make you cry like a little bitch that you are.
The scene fades to black as I stroke and pat fella as he licks my face.
