Post by Warpath on Oct 31, 2015 21:50:52 GMT -6
The trio of Killjoy, The Mongrel, and Piper Sanchez stand before the Warpath banner. The brother and sister duo have their always menacing expressions plastered upon their faces while the Texas native's face is painted with one of anger. Killjoy takes a step or two forward from her stablemates and begins to speak.
Killjoy: Tamer. Desperado. Joshua Dane. Whichever persona you which to employ it matters not. If you feel that our battle is over you are far, far mistaken, lil' piggie. No, our fight will continue regardless of your involvement with the chase to obtain the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship. Prepare yourself because playtime's over!
As always, Killjoy was short and to the point. She steps back to allow her Hellcat partner to step forward.
Piper: Kolic, there is nada, absolutely NOTHING, that will make me admit that you rightfully deserve to be anywhere in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament right now. What did you even do during our match to justify moving on in the tournament? I dominated through our match one-hundred percent. You didn't win the match. I lost the match. Get it right, homie!
She blows a few strands of loose hair out of face while placing her hands on her hips.
Piper: And I guess I was stomping you so hard and so much, cabron, that you lost some braincells because the Warpath, specifically the Hellcats, will be having a match against Sean Locke. That's right, Spark, you'll be facing Killjoy and me in a handicap match at Arctic Blast. There will be no tagging between my best friend and me. Just the two of us freely beating the mierda out of you.
She steps back just as the hulking form of The Mongrel steps forward.
Mongrel: Seeing the forest before the trees are we not, Lady Munin? Your newly acquired "Wild Card" Eddie Knoxville Television Championship hasn't even received a new nameplate yet you have already crowned yourself a two-time GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 World Heavyweight Championship. You seem to be filling the verbal void of my nephew quite well. I suppose it cannot hurt to be bubbling with the confidence that you have at the moment. You have quickly become the new posterchild of the Machine.
Mongrel: But I do not want it to be perceived that I am a man of improper etiquette and poor manners, so allow me to congratulate you on your successful win against me, Lady Munin. You fought valiantly in our contest at the Special Broadcast Event: Bound By Honor and for that you have cemented my respect for you. Of course I will not wax on eloquently concerning your wrestling prowess like Mister Gilispie did a few days again. I am afraid my hypocrisy can extend only so far.
A slight grin peeks from the corners of his mouth.
Mongrel: After re-watching our bout, I heard Mister Samson say one of the most profound declarations he has ever said while at the commentator's table. His statement was that you didn't win that night but you survived. If are truly in tune with yourself, Lady Munin, you know that those words ring true. Because what we have occurring between is so much more than one match; so much more than a series of bouts over the proverbial carrot dangled amongst that tunnel visioned puppets affectionately referred to as Globalstars. No, dear Lady of the Coliseum, what we have constructed is a blood feud; a contest of wills, spirits, our very souls.
He crosses his massive arms across his barreled chest, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
Mongrel: As far as the threat of Warpath interfering in this prestigious Kool-Aid sipping contest, you can be rest assured that at no point will Killjoy, Piper, or myself individually or collectively interject our muscle. Of course my word means so very little since I am considered the villian. So be it then. We await with bated breath for the "victor" in this contest.
Fade.