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Post by The One on Apr 22, 2007 22:50:08 GMT -5
Rachel has a smirk on her face as she sits in a chair across the room. She crosses her legs as she looks at Szaban whom is standing in the doorway of her lockerroom.
Szaban~
Bitter sweet huh?. You take out the XVI World Champion, give him the first loss he has received in years and yet you do not want it?
Rachel sits quiet as she rolls her eyes
Szaban~
You talk about it and talk about it and you finally did it. Well Rach congradulations you did something that nobody has.
Rachel laughs out as she stands up and moves closer to Szaban
Rachel~
You lose and you are still cocky? You punk out and do not show yourself around here for a week and now you want to stand in here smiling in my face. You know I have a match against G-Dawg this week and I am going to show him that the win that he 'gave' me would have happend regardless. I am going to beat him just like I was going to beat you.
Szaban's eyes grow big as he takes a step backwards and sucks back on his teeth. Szaban looks around then sneaks a wink toward Rachel
Szaban~
G-Dawg screwed you out of a win? Not really baby girl see what happend was G-Dawg was pissed at me because of what Makaveli made me do.
Rachel stands with her arms crossed and raises her eyebrows simultaniously awaiting Szaban's explanation of those remarks
Szaban~
What?! You did not know? Come on Rachel. I thought you had in with all guys in the company, oh no that's right all the guys in the company had been in you is what it was.
Szaban smiles as Rachel just stares at him
Szaban~
I'm just playing girl calm down. But you know me, I am all about doing big things and being on top; however Mak came to me and basically gave me a choice to be out of the XVI or make sure G-Dawg lost that match, I did not want to deal with it but since G-Dawg seems to be making a big deal about it I decided I would tell why it happend. But Rachel I want you to know that after I beat the Meds, and when I retain my title, then deal with our boss I am coming back to show you one way or another you are not better than me. Now if you will excuse me I have to make an appearance
Szaban licks his lips as he turns around and walks out of the room
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Post by The One on Apr 22, 2007 23:03:30 GMT -5
Thousands in attendance scream and cheer as the await the pending arrival the Champion of Champions. The thunderous echos of feet bouncing off of metal and stone. Hands clapping and people screaming consume one then consume all. "Szaban, Szaban" is harmoniously chanted through the voices of the wild mob. The lights begin to dim as a blue stobe light flickers rapidly. Then an old yet familiar song takes hold on the crowd as "Till I Collapse" by Eminem blares out from the PA system.
'Cause sometimes you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you,
you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter,
no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
Ed~
I can't wait Dave finally after this long week, and that promo we finally get to have Szaban down here front and center.
Szaban is standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand. The crowd quiets down as the chants fade out
Szaban~
Meds it's time to stop the games, it is time to man up or shut up.
Szaban looks around the crowd as he thinks about his up coming match
Szaban~
Tonight handicapped match is going to be just that Szaban and two retards.
Szaban smiles as the crowd laughs.
Szaban~
I was reading the Side Effects of the medicine that you two morons have been named after, and it seems that the two of you happen to both have sexual faults. I mean you two can not get it up? What's up with that, is that why there is all that hostility towards me? I mean come on who really thinks that either of you can be the XVI World Champion? Give me a break neither one of you has ever competed on the level of Szaban
The crowd pops as Szaban raises his hand to get them to continue listening
Szaban~
Ritalin and Prozac you two silly bastards are all hype and no skill, so I am going to make this plain and simple this match is going to have two directions one for me is up because that is the only way Szaban moves, and the other is when I take the two of you to heights you have never seen and then pin you on top of each other, this match is already over now just wait cause you are about to get DROPPED!!!
Szaban drops the mic as the crowd goes wild. "Till I Collapse" hits and Szaban makes his way to the back randomly stopping to pose and shake the hands of those ring side.
David~
Oh no, Szaban dropped strong words. But Ed this is a handicapped match. This night is going to be bloody.
Ed~
I don't know about bloody Dave but I do know it is going to be intense and I do know that Szaban thrives under these conditions.
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Post by Rachel on Apr 23, 2007 16:49:13 GMT -5
Rachel: Ya know, I don't know why I'm doing this...
Szaban: Because you can't help but touch me...Its a curse...
Rachel: Oh, be still my beating heart. Considering that I hate you with all my heart, I find that it was pretty presumptuous of you to ask me to do this.
Szaban: Its been so long since we've done anything like this...Ow! Damn, be careful. Don't pull so damn hard. You get too rough!
Rachel: I'm rough? You're the one who likes to use your nails...
Szaban: I figured you could handle it...You told me that's how everyone else does it!
Rachel: Well, they're professionals! They do it all the time and get paid for it! They know how to touch me.
Szaban: Right, and Szaban doesn't? I don't think that you've ever complained before...
Rachel: And who is doing the work right now? Huh? Yeah, that would be me...So shut up and enjoy.
You know...I don't know if we should be doing this...You are the enemy, after all.
Szaban: Me the enemy? How could I be the enemy? I'm Szaban, and I am loved by everyone in San Diego...And the world!
Rachel begins to laugh at Szaban's half-Anchorman impersonation and then her laughter quickly ceases.
Rachel: Listen, uh, I gotta go...There's uh...I've got somewhere that I need to be...
Szaban: Can you come back later and finish?
Rachel: I don't think so...Uh...Ya know what, you're going to need to find someone else to give you a massage...I just...I can't...I'll see ya later...
Szaban looks startled by her sudden nervous behavior and turns to see Rachel hurry out of the locker room. He shrugs his shoulders and throws his 'Champion of Champions' tee on. Suddenly, Rachel's head pops back into the door. Her nervousness is gone and she suddenly looks composed and confident.
Rachel: By the way, I hope Prozac and Ritalin kick your ass...
Her head disappears from the doorway. Szaban just smirks and shakes his head. Then, he shuts the door, cutting off our view of the locker-room.
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