Post by Colt Crawford on Feb 28, 2010 22:53:18 GMT -5
Rabble me this…
Rabble me that…
The rabble wanted to pick a fight with the big man…
And now they have a fight they can’t win…
Mr. Lugar, this all started so innocently, you wanted to test your hand at a little commentary. Just wanting to check and see if you mouth can actually do something beneficial for you, unfortunately you choose the wrong match to call. Even then you still had not made your biggest mistake. Now that came shortly after you started talking. It came when you decided that you need to put your nose in my busy, so I justifiably put your head through a table.
However, it could have stopped there. Moderators signed a match, your little whipping boy against me. All that had to happen was what happened, York walks in, but is beat to bad to walk out. That is where is should have stopped, nothing more nothing less. But you just couldn’t allow that you happen. You wanted a photo op for your “fans”, an attempted set-up. That ultimately failed, didn’t it?
Sure, York took another shot from me before you were able to jump me from behind, but then what happened? You left me daze for a few moments, only for me to realize there was no better time than the present to unveil my new partner. Who rightful showed both of you just how dangerous he can be.
And now we have Supercard III before us, and a tag match that could out headline the Virtue of Violence’s destruction of Hello Kitty. The Rabble vs. the new force of the TWD Colt Crawford and Drake Jaxin, a match to put the tag division back on the map, a match that will ultimately be one sided. In case you aren’t smart enough to figure it out, the Rabble won’t wobble the scales their way.
Before the questions start let me give you answers. Jaxin and I am more than a formable pair, we are to in the same. Sure I may be bigger and he may be quicker, but we are both confident in our abilities and we are both confident that we are better than everyone else. Together we are the best tag team that the TWD will have ever seen; our point will be proven at Supercard.
For all the nay sayers out there here is how this pairing will be different then my last. Let us first start by admitting the facts, I was forced to team with Saber, this time I was given a choice and I choose correctly. During my time with Saber, I was forced to carry the team all the way to the tag team gold. This time I know I have someone on my side that will carry their own weight. Someone that won’t cost us the tag team titles like someone else I know did.
The battle lines in the TWD are slowly being drawn. The Rabble, The Alliance, The Trifecta are all rallying the troops in an attempt to protect their own asses. I can’t say I blame them, hence the move to ally myself with the next sure thing. My choice is one that will pay dividends, others choices, Wizard, are choices that could cost them dearly.
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Colt walks into the kitchen where we see the mastermind, Britney Clark, sitting at the table with two bowls of cereal in front of her. Colt grabs one and takes a seat across from her.
Colt: The dinner of champions, and men with woman who cannot cook.
Britney: Never claimed I could cook, I just told you I could deliver and I believe I have done just that.
Colt: You have, just not what I originally would have thought, but powerful none the less. Convincing Drake Jaxin, the most talented of the new TWD population to by in to our plan is nothing less than brilliant.
Britney: Brilliant, I know. Now the question is how long until the Moderators see that. Sure you both need to take care of the thorns that are the Rabble and well why not steal the spotlight of the night while you are at it. But, where do we turn after that?
Colt: World Tag Titles?
Britney: Ideally yes, but something tells me there is going to be a little resentment for the two of you if that jump is made. We both now you two are deserving and you haven’t even wrestled a match together yet. Just imagine how much more deserving you will look after your handle the Rabble.
Colt: Then where lays the problem? There are no true tag teams outside of the Rabble and our current champions. Once we dispose of the Rabble and expose them as the fraud wrestlers that they are who will be left to stand it our way?
Britney: It doesn’t take a real tag team to make two people feel that they deserve the shot. Depending on how the Moderators perceive it, it might be two random people that walk in and steal what are rightfully Drake and yours.
Colt: And that can easily be remedied. You just worry about keep the plan moving and convince the Moderators to put us in the right position and Drake and I will take care of anyone and everyone that becomes a problem or steps in our way.
Britney: Speaking of Drake, you talk to him since Showdown?
Colt: Briefly, why you ask?
Britney: Just making sure you two get your strategy figured out before the day of Supercard. I have no doubt in both of your abilities; I just don’t want some stupid avoidable mistake to cost you against the Rabble.
Colt: You saw what I was able to York, not only in the match but also afterwards. Add that to what Drake did to both of the Rabble and the fact remains that we have left doubt in their minds. Physically it is obvious that we are more dominate, once you add in the mental aspect it doesn’t leave much room for the Rabble to succeed.
Britney: I know this, just making sure you do.
Colt: Trust me, I know it all.
Colt finishes his cereal and throws the bowl into the sink, much to the disapproval of Britney. Colt begins to head for the living room when there is a knock on his door. When he reaches the door and opens he seems to have seen a ghost.
Colt: What the hell are you doing here?
Person: I am here because I want to help?
Colt: I haven’t needed you help from day one what they hell would I want your help for now? Look at what I have become, besides you!
Person: Very impressive I must admit, even more so since you have lost all your dead weight.
Colt: Then why are you attempting to add more by showing up?
Person: I don’t think this time around I will be in the way, nor will I be one that you have to carry around. Damn it boy, I don’t care about your rasslin career. Whatever you feel is necessary to do there then you do it. I am here about more important things.
Colt: Again I fail to see how you can be of any benefit for me.
Person: Take a look at this.
Colt accepts an envelope from the man, who we are able to slightly see, but unable to recognize. As Colt opens the envelope and sees its contents he looks up at the man and motions him in, as he motions us out.
Rabble me that…
The rabble wanted to pick a fight with the big man…
And now they have a fight they can’t win…
Mr. Lugar, this all started so innocently, you wanted to test your hand at a little commentary. Just wanting to check and see if you mouth can actually do something beneficial for you, unfortunately you choose the wrong match to call. Even then you still had not made your biggest mistake. Now that came shortly after you started talking. It came when you decided that you need to put your nose in my busy, so I justifiably put your head through a table.
However, it could have stopped there. Moderators signed a match, your little whipping boy against me. All that had to happen was what happened, York walks in, but is beat to bad to walk out. That is where is should have stopped, nothing more nothing less. But you just couldn’t allow that you happen. You wanted a photo op for your “fans”, an attempted set-up. That ultimately failed, didn’t it?
Sure, York took another shot from me before you were able to jump me from behind, but then what happened? You left me daze for a few moments, only for me to realize there was no better time than the present to unveil my new partner. Who rightful showed both of you just how dangerous he can be.
And now we have Supercard III before us, and a tag match that could out headline the Virtue of Violence’s destruction of Hello Kitty. The Rabble vs. the new force of the TWD Colt Crawford and Drake Jaxin, a match to put the tag division back on the map, a match that will ultimately be one sided. In case you aren’t smart enough to figure it out, the Rabble won’t wobble the scales their way.
Before the questions start let me give you answers. Jaxin and I am more than a formable pair, we are to in the same. Sure I may be bigger and he may be quicker, but we are both confident in our abilities and we are both confident that we are better than everyone else. Together we are the best tag team that the TWD will have ever seen; our point will be proven at Supercard.
For all the nay sayers out there here is how this pairing will be different then my last. Let us first start by admitting the facts, I was forced to team with Saber, this time I was given a choice and I choose correctly. During my time with Saber, I was forced to carry the team all the way to the tag team gold. This time I know I have someone on my side that will carry their own weight. Someone that won’t cost us the tag team titles like someone else I know did.
The battle lines in the TWD are slowly being drawn. The Rabble, The Alliance, The Trifecta are all rallying the troops in an attempt to protect their own asses. I can’t say I blame them, hence the move to ally myself with the next sure thing. My choice is one that will pay dividends, others choices, Wizard, are choices that could cost them dearly.
******************************************************
Colt walks into the kitchen where we see the mastermind, Britney Clark, sitting at the table with two bowls of cereal in front of her. Colt grabs one and takes a seat across from her.
Colt: The dinner of champions, and men with woman who cannot cook.
Britney: Never claimed I could cook, I just told you I could deliver and I believe I have done just that.
Colt: You have, just not what I originally would have thought, but powerful none the less. Convincing Drake Jaxin, the most talented of the new TWD population to by in to our plan is nothing less than brilliant.
Britney: Brilliant, I know. Now the question is how long until the Moderators see that. Sure you both need to take care of the thorns that are the Rabble and well why not steal the spotlight of the night while you are at it. But, where do we turn after that?
Colt: World Tag Titles?
Britney: Ideally yes, but something tells me there is going to be a little resentment for the two of you if that jump is made. We both now you two are deserving and you haven’t even wrestled a match together yet. Just imagine how much more deserving you will look after your handle the Rabble.
Colt: Then where lays the problem? There are no true tag teams outside of the Rabble and our current champions. Once we dispose of the Rabble and expose them as the fraud wrestlers that they are who will be left to stand it our way?
Britney: It doesn’t take a real tag team to make two people feel that they deserve the shot. Depending on how the Moderators perceive it, it might be two random people that walk in and steal what are rightfully Drake and yours.
Colt: And that can easily be remedied. You just worry about keep the plan moving and convince the Moderators to put us in the right position and Drake and I will take care of anyone and everyone that becomes a problem or steps in our way.
Britney: Speaking of Drake, you talk to him since Showdown?
Colt: Briefly, why you ask?
Britney: Just making sure you two get your strategy figured out before the day of Supercard. I have no doubt in both of your abilities; I just don’t want some stupid avoidable mistake to cost you against the Rabble.
Colt: You saw what I was able to York, not only in the match but also afterwards. Add that to what Drake did to both of the Rabble and the fact remains that we have left doubt in their minds. Physically it is obvious that we are more dominate, once you add in the mental aspect it doesn’t leave much room for the Rabble to succeed.
Britney: I know this, just making sure you do.
Colt: Trust me, I know it all.
Colt finishes his cereal and throws the bowl into the sink, much to the disapproval of Britney. Colt begins to head for the living room when there is a knock on his door. When he reaches the door and opens he seems to have seen a ghost.
Colt: What the hell are you doing here?
Person: I am here because I want to help?
Colt: I haven’t needed you help from day one what they hell would I want your help for now? Look at what I have become, besides you!
Person: Very impressive I must admit, even more so since you have lost all your dead weight.
Colt: Then why are you attempting to add more by showing up?
Person: I don’t think this time around I will be in the way, nor will I be one that you have to carry around. Damn it boy, I don’t care about your rasslin career. Whatever you feel is necessary to do there then you do it. I am here about more important things.
Colt: Again I fail to see how you can be of any benefit for me.
Person: Take a look at this.
Colt accepts an envelope from the man, who we are able to slightly see, but unable to recognize. As Colt opens the envelope and sees its contents he looks up at the man and motions him in, as he motions us out.