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| The Rejects, Part II; El Lumberjacko~! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 18 2009, 05:34 AM (43 Views) | |
| Kyle | Feb 18 2009, 05:34 AM Post #1 |
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Seriously, that's what this is, all over again. Think about it for a second, they're a stable, check, full of bad guys, check, and lead by a delusional bastard, check. Yup, I'm sorry to say, folks, but this is just a second coming of The Rejects. Except they mixed a few letters around and came up with SS&S Associates. Let's allow ELJ to give his opinion on everything, including his tag-team match this week. In 3, 2... Scene: Local gas station. Standing outside of his vehicle, El Lumberjacko has one hand on the pump, putting gas into his car, and in the other he's guzzling down the last remains of maple syrup he has on him. With his back to the camera he doesn't notice the camera man, tossing the empty container that once had maple syrup in it behind him. After filling his car up with gas he puts the pump back and turns around, nearly jumping out of his boots in the process. El Lumberjacko: "Whoa, camera guy!" He throws out a few fake jabs and kicks, trying to psych him out. El Lumberjacko: "You can't just be sneaking up on a guy like me, man. I'm trained in all that killer karate stuff, with the two eye gouges and the finger stab of doom thing. They call me in Mexico, "El Nacho Killer." Never understood the nacho part, I guess they thought I enjoyed their nacho platter. What they didn't really see was me luring them into a trap." Giving a few winks and nudges in an attempt to joke around, before laughing and leaning against the back of his car. El Lumberjacko: "As far as the more important business goes, I know I didn't win this past Sunday, and that's as much a bummer to me as it is to you, but I've got a second chance this week to shine. I'm not going to say being teamed with Drake is a gift, considering the douche won't even acknowledge me. It does, however, allow me to possibly pin the man that holds the FIW Dual-Crown Championship. And that...that would speak volumes." He looks up into the sky, letting his speech just roll out. El Lumberjacko: "Prime, you're one funny SOB, I'll give you that. If it isn't the constant dropping of your catch phrase, "SUM BITCH!", it's the claiming to have tried to end my career, yet not knowing the body part you hurt. I never had my neck hurt, Mister Beefcake, I had my freakin' back cracked in half. Then again I'm sure it's hard for you to remember all of that, so I'll give you a pass. And I'll also say you're right that what I did before I got injured doesn't really count for anything now. Which gives me all the more reason to just drop your ass and pin you for the three. I'm here to re-prove myself and I'd love nothing more than to make you look like the fool you are. Somehow you've let everything go to your head in the past month or so, but just because you've got that title around your waist right now doesn't mean it can't just as easily be taken away." ELJ laughs, stretching out and enjoying himself. El Lumberjacko: "We've got all the time in the world to talk about what's wrong between us, Prime. So let me address your partner and stable mate, Sean Madrox. I didn't think I'd have to worry about you so soon, but after that kick you gave me the other week I'm not so sure I can just allow myself to focus on Prime. I know you're all about flipping and flying, thinking you're the "shit." That's cool, I like to jump off of stuff too. The only problem is you surround yourself with weak minded individuals like Jim O'Brien. You see, Jim and I, just like your friend Prime, have a history. And sooner or later I know that history is going to come back to rear its head. I may do whatever it takes this Sunday to make sure I win and that your team loses, I just don't want to see you coming to defend Jim's honor when he finally pisses me off enough that I want his blood." He rolls up the right sleeve of his shirt and looks at his watch, letting out a little whistle in response. El Lumberjacko: "Looks like I ought to be hitting that dusty trail. Either that or I might be a few days later to the scheduled match and the company doesn't like that too much. So...in conclusion, I've had my experience already with groups like The Rejects, and if I have to put my body on the line for another war against SS&S Associates, then so be it. But I vow by the time it's all done with and all the blood has been spilled, I will hold the FIW Dual-Crown Championship." Snatching his keys from his pocket, El Lumberjacko walks to the driver side door and gets in. After a few moments he starts the engine and drives off, leaving the scene to slowly fade to black. |
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