Post by The Tool on Jan 7, 2002 22:13:45 GMT -6
Fresh off his victory over Axion, GoldenEye is seen sitting on a Train bound for his hometown of Minneapolis from Chicago. Caisha Johnson, GoldenEye's personal interviwer, sits hext to him talking about what fun they had in Chicago over the mini vacation from action.
"Man... we had a lot of fun... especially seeing the Bears kick the stuffings out of whoever they played!"
GoldenEye chuckles along with her, laughing about how bad Chicago beat the other team (jacksonville, I think). GoldenEye then tenses up, and looks forward in the train with a rather loud sigh.
"But... I'm afraind it's back to business. I wasn't booked for Friday's show... but I think I overheard some jobber challenging me to a match..."[/color]
Caisha looks at GoldenEye with a smile on her bright face
"Don't you mean Chains, or something?"
GoldenEye lights up hearing the name
"Yeah... that's it! Well now bucko... you had a big win on Sunday... beating two men by yourself... wow... makes me want to mark out for you already... Exept for the fact that you challenged me after it. Now, I just gotta ask... what are you thinking? Hell... ARE you thinking? Challenging me to a match... let alone letting ME choose a stip? Well... since you seem to think you're such a big shot now, let's give you the big shot you think you deserve. So yes... I will accept your challenge... and yes, I will choose a match stipulation. The kick of this is... I won't let you know about the match until a day before the event... so you just sit there and ponder what kind of match I might conjure up in my sick, twisted mind. The only thing I have to say and remeber this well... The GoldenBomb you shall receive this Friday... will be only the beginning of your nightmare. The Golden Age of the GZW is coming... and I think it be best if you stood out of the way... unless you want to look like Axoff did after my match on Friday.[/color]
Caisha looks at GoldenEye with a look of wonderment
"GoldenEye... what about Rebellion interferring in your match with Axion though... what do you have to say to him?"
GoldenEye looks out into the dark night, as his reflection glares back at the camera.
"Nothing. My Actions ALWAYS speak lounder than my words EVER do."
"Man... we had a lot of fun... especially seeing the Bears kick the stuffings out of whoever they played!"
GoldenEye chuckles along with her, laughing about how bad Chicago beat the other team (jacksonville, I think). GoldenEye then tenses up, and looks forward in the train with a rather loud sigh.
"But... I'm afraind it's back to business. I wasn't booked for Friday's show... but I think I overheard some jobber challenging me to a match..."[/color]
Caisha looks at GoldenEye with a smile on her bright face
"Don't you mean Chains, or something?"
GoldenEye lights up hearing the name
"Yeah... that's it! Well now bucko... you had a big win on Sunday... beating two men by yourself... wow... makes me want to mark out for you already... Exept for the fact that you challenged me after it. Now, I just gotta ask... what are you thinking? Hell... ARE you thinking? Challenging me to a match... let alone letting ME choose a stip? Well... since you seem to think you're such a big shot now, let's give you the big shot you think you deserve. So yes... I will accept your challenge... and yes, I will choose a match stipulation. The kick of this is... I won't let you know about the match until a day before the event... so you just sit there and ponder what kind of match I might conjure up in my sick, twisted mind. The only thing I have to say and remeber this well... The GoldenBomb you shall receive this Friday... will be only the beginning of your nightmare. The Golden Age of the GZW is coming... and I think it be best if you stood out of the way... unless you want to look like Axoff did after my match on Friday.[/color]
Caisha looks at GoldenEye with a look of wonderment
"GoldenEye... what about Rebellion interferring in your match with Axion though... what do you have to say to him?"
GoldenEye looks out into the dark night, as his reflection glares back at the camera.
"Nothing. My Actions ALWAYS speak lounder than my words EVER do."
