Post by Douglas Crane on Dec 8, 2021 18:19:11 GMT -5
If you have to ask: "what was part I?" you are not paying attention.
Dusk.
Douglas Crane is driving his Lamborghini Huracan Evo to a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere it seems as there is nothing but green mountains and vast grass fields. As his vehicle approaches the talk black metal gates, they open slowly to let him through. He drives up the paved driveway, around a huge fountain and parks right in front of the steps that lead up to the main entrance. As soon as he parks the car there is a butler there to open the door for him and then bows, ensuring he doesn’t meet Crane’s eyes. He hops off and ignores the greeting by the butler, adjusts his jacket and takes a deep breath, enjoying the pollution-free air. He walks up the steps and ignores the greeting from his head maid who opens the door for him, but also keep her eyes down low. We don’t get to see what the inside of his palace looks like as our view changes drastically via static, and we now find ourselves in what is likely his sleeping quarters. The doors of the dark room are opened by handmaid and Crane walks in, taking off his jacket and throwing it on his king-palace-size bed. The handmaid closes the door without saying a word as Crane walks up to a dresser where he pulls the chair out and then sits, starring at his reflection in the mirror. He closes his eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, revolves his head up, down and around, hearing and feeling the bones cracking after each rotation. His eyes then open wide suddenly and there is that crazed look of his. In his reflection, he is no longer there but the mad man version of himself, wearing the red straitjacket, hair all over the place and even some black ‘war’ paint is speared clumsily on his face. They stare at each other briefly before the eyes quickly shift towards us; Crane begins speaking but his reflection’s lips do not move at all, just stare at us.
Crane: If you ‘blinked’ while watching either of the last two events held by Project: Honor, you might have missed my debut on both brands entirely.
Yes, we were a part of the Second Annual Purge where I eliminated Cole Madden by choking him out in a matter of seconds, officially making him our very first victim in this promotion. Hope you liked it; something tells me he sure didn’t. But we also eliminated Annie Logan by choke-slamming her in the cold hard concrete; the sound her skull made as it hit the ground was quite satisfying…. But clearly not as devastating as I thought because she made an appearance the following night at Black Friday; more on that later. But thanks to those two eliminations, I was able to make it to the final round where I also managed to choke out a person by the name of… Serrano Poblano? Very creative for a jalapeno. But that would end the highlights for me as I was then shot, literally shot and well then eliminated shortly after that. Not my finest moment we will admit, but again, WE GOT FUCKING SHOT! Michael Bishop, I know you and we are in different brands, but we will see you down the line, believe us… In any case, even though we did not win I still consider the night a successful debut despite how little airtime we got… We had fun, oh did we had fun hurting the Fall-Out roster...
Yummy. His reflection smiles evilly and even licks his lips.
Crane: The following night, believe it or not, yes, we were a part of Black Friday and this was the event out of the two we were more amped for as this is ‘our brand’ to be, the brand we signed up for…
Proving Ground! His reflection shouts out of nowhere.
Crane: We are looking to do just that, prove ourselves, but sadly, we did far worst here and if you looked away or went to the bathroom, you definitely missed us completely… Like I said, this is our brand, so I was willing to do whatever it took to make it to the final round, even if it meant giving someone ‘The Prince Albert’… Sorry not sorry? I hope whoever that was recovered… But shortly after we got our golden ticket and in the second round we ran into Annie Logan once again and since she clearly has a titanium skull, we decided to put her out of her misery another way… Annie if you are watching, we have a question for you…
Annie… are you OK?! Are you OK?! ARE YOU OK ANNIE?!
Crane: Couldn’t help yourself could you? It’s nothing personal ‘Ann’, it was just your bad luck that you crossed our path not once but twice. After that, I had earned myself a mystery box, so no need to go into that final round after all and honestly thought we would get a great opportunity a lot sooner than we anticipated. We were happy, I was ready and yet…
…Yet here I sit, empty handed and made a fool out of by Chad Bundy.
WE DO NOT LIKE GETTING MADE A FOOL OF!
Suddenly muffled sounds are heard coming from behind Crane and both he and his reflection turn towards a closet where the noise is coming from. Crane then looks back his reflection and questions it.
Crane: What did you do?
We. Do not. Like. Getting. Made. A fool of.
Crane shakes his head as if trying to shake off cobwebs and then he becomes completely still, his eyes gazing blankly at nothing. His reflection smiles and as he does our view gets distorted and changes again. We find ourselves back at the Mall of America in Bloomingdale, Minnesota; at the “Santa Experience” section of the mall. Santa sits in his big comfy couch with a makeshift chimney to his left and a stack of likely hollow presents to his right. The red carpet that leads up to his chair is surrounded by white Christmas trees all adorned with white lights and ornaments of different colors. The sounds of children screaming with excitement are heard in the background and all around, all waiting for their chance to meet Santa and tell him what they want for Christmas. Santa is patently waiting for the first kid, but to his surprise, it is not a kid, but a man.
Santa Claus: You again?!
Douglas Crane: Yes.
Santa: Please don’t hurt me again!
Again, you might have missed during Black Friday’s show, Crane having a go at the mall Santa after a little misunderstanding. Go back and check it out if you got a moment, probably one of the best segments of the night. Yes, we are biased.
Crane: Relax, I have a coupon.
Santa: Uh, what?
Crane hands Santa the coupon.
Santa: Douglas Crane has earned a free photo shoot with the Mall of America’s Santa Claus… Um, so where is little Douglas Crane hehehe? I don’t see a little kid.
Crane: I am Douglas, and actually, one of us is a little kid but she is grounded at the moment.
Santa: Is this some kind of a joke?
THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT WE SAID!
Crane: No. The joke is this, come here, get closer…
Santa is hesitant, but Crane’s blue eyes get more intense the longer he makes him wait so he slowly leans in. Crane begins caressing his white beard as he whispers into his ear.
Crane: The joke is that I can’t get my hands on Chad Bundy… so you’ll have to do for now.
Santa: What do you mean?
RELEASE ME!
Santa: ARGH!!!
Crane pulls Santa off his chair by his beard and then lifts him into a body slam before dropping him on top of the pile of presents. Crane picks him back up right away and throws him into the rows of Christmas trees, knocking down quite a number of them. You hear people, children and attendants alike screaming, running away as someone calls for mall security. Santa stumbles to his feet and tries to get away but Crane catches up to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, lifting him and dropping with him a Santa-plex unto the check-in counter. Santa is down and out and Crane reaches for a big sack filled with fake presents and dumps the contents out. He then, somehow-someway stuffs the unconscious Santa inside, throws the sack over his shoulder and it surprisingly holds. He then walks away as we hear security from a far yelling and trying to rush over, but we have all seen those mall cops, if they are not fat and out of shape, they are some nerdy looking kids. Crane disappears behind a corner and then our view changes abruptly again, first into static…..
On Friday night, I get to make my ‘in-ring’ debut for Proving Ground, and while I got to show off slightly how violent I can get in a setting like a purge or a mall brawl, I can’t wait to show you what we are capable of doing inside the ring at a proper arena like the Staples Center in LAX. I was hoping it would be on a one-on-one match up, but that will come I guess, so instead I get to debut in a random 3 on 3 match-up against Archimedes J. Manson, TJ Thompson and Swindle Shelldrake, better known as “Big Drip Productions.”
Big Drip you say? I’m sure that’s some slang term for something cool kids say now or use to say but to me the name seems very fitting as making your blood ‘drip’ is exactly what I will be looking forward to doing on Friday… Making your blood drip by the buckets and whether we do it by ourselves of with the two random people that have been designated as my partners, make no mistake about it boys, I am coming out for blood. I have revenge on my mind for what happened at Black Friday and while you had nothing to do with it, you are unfortunately the poor “dudes” that are going to have to pay the price.
Now, please don’t think I don’t have any respect for you, because I do, let’s face it, you guys did very well at the event yourselves. I mean sure Swindle, you got choked out by some guy named Syndicate, but at least you made it to the second round. Alright, alright, not just some guy, but the Legacy Champion; there is no shame in losing to an existing champion via choke or otherwise. Your partner TJ Thompson made it all the way to the final round too and lost only to the winner of the whole thing, and his stablemate! So again, there is no shame in that. You guys did really well and to have the actual and official ‘Black Friday Bargain Hunter’ in your team, let’s face it, that says a lot about who you are both as a unit and as individuals. You guys did great at the event and I’m sure you have been doing well in Project: Honor for a while.
Having said that, I really don’t care for your accolades or for who or what you are as a group, because make no mistake about it, I know exactly what this match up is… We have seen it a dozen times… Let’s just feed 3 random guys to the cool clique in the promotion to showcase them and completely squash the randoms, nobody cares about them anyway… Nobody came to see those 3, they are here for ‘the big drip’.
Well I’m nobody’s whipping boy, we are nobody’s steppingstones, and you will show us the respect we deserve… and no, I’m not only talking to you three Manson, Thompson and Shelldrake… No, we are talking to Indy Darling, everyone behind Proving Ground and everyone at Project: Honor who clearly up to now is not taking us seriously.
We are very patient, but that patience will run out, do not take us lightly…
Getting back to you three, at the end of the day, all I care about is that you show up on Friday so I can hurt you badly. We need to release this frustration, we need to release this anger, and you three will provide that release for us regardless of the result of the match.
The static goes away and we now see Crane standing in front of the closet with his hand on the handle, contemplating opening it or not.
He deserved it… He deserved it… He deserved it.
Crane: She loves him, you made her cry once, what do you think this will do to her? Did you really kidnap him?
No.
Crane: Good.
We kidnapped him.
Crane sighs and then opens the closet door; we don’t get to fully see what is inside, but we do see an arm wearing a red puffy sleeve fall limply to the floor.
Crane: Um, you did not kidnap him… You killed him.
No, no, he breathes… I can hear him breathing.
Crane: He’s dead.
In the mirror behind Crane you see his reflection hang his head in shame.
We went too far.
Crane: YOU did, I was dormant for this.
Just then, as if waking up, he becomes aware of the sounds of sirens all around him and then the sounds of many feet running just outside of his room, likely coming up the steps towards him. His reflection looks up and warns him.
We must go.
Without thinking twice, Crane turns towards the balcony doors and rushes over, and instead of simply opening them, he cannonballs right through them and as he sends glass flying all over the place our view changes once again to static. But only briefly, we are on the outside but in a completely different setting, what appears to be your run of the mill ghetto. You see a group of guys around a fire coming from a barrel look up from across the street at Crane who just came flying through the window of an abandoned home and not the mansion we saw earlier. He gets to his feet and dusts himself off and begins walking away from the house which has all kinds of ‘condemned’ signs on its doors and windows. Crane walks over to a random car that has been jacked, as it has no wheels, the rotors sitting on 4 cinder blocks. The car likely has been here for a long time as the paint is faded and it has graffiti all over it, some windows have been shattered while others have been completely removed. He acts as if he is opening a door but there is no door there to the driver side. He gets inside, grabs the steering wheel and begins to ‘drive’. You see a couple of women talking amongst themselves as they look on from a far.
Woman 1: Girl what the hell is wrong that man?
Woman 2: Child don’t even worry about that cracka, he’s been coming here for the last year. Nobody knows where he came from or why he is always going in and out of the house and then just sitting in that old car.
Woman 1: That’s some weird shit.
Woman 2: That’s not even the half of it, come on let’s go to my house and I’ll tell you all about it. It’s not safe out here when he is there.
Woman 1: Whatcha mean it’s not safe?
Woman 2: Bad things happen when he’s around… Come on and I’ll tell you.
The two women walk away talking, with one of them looking back every now and then at Crane who continues driving. Our view changes one more time to static back to the long road in the middle of nowhere.
Crane drives away from his mansion, heading towards the hills, wearing Santa’s hat.
Emmanuelle, you have been chosen to be my partner in this three-on-three match for reasons known only to Indy Darling and whoever is booking this thing. I just made my debut but you have been main event for a while now, but only to come up short. Is that why you are down here with us? Are you being punished by your shortcomings? Whatever the case may be, I want you to use it to help me defeat our opponents like I am using my anger to fuel me to crush the competition, use the lack of belief of this promotion in you to prove them wrong. You’ve lost against two top talents and yes, you like me also lost the Black Friday event, you being eliminated by Archimedes; but here is your chance for some revenge, facing that very man.
Johnny Levy, you were also selected as our partner and to you I can relate more because like me, you were screwed when you were ‘awarded’ a shitty mystery box. I know some people may say that I am taking this way too seriously, it’s Black Friday event, it’s a Christmas event, think of it as the opposite of a white elephant event or that dirty Christmas, or black Christmas, I forgot what the game is called when the object of the game is to steal the best gift and/or get stuck with a shitty gift. Well you and I both got stuck with a shitty mystery box. You saw what I did with mine, what did you do with yours?
No Crane, he got a good mystery box… He got what we are after, he got a Warrior Rising Championship match.
He did-did he? Would be ashamed if something happened to him and he couldn’t get that title match after all and someone else had to step in for him huh?
A damn shame indeed.
Crane: For now, he is our partner and we will ‘honor’ this during our match, but once it is over…
RELEASE ME!!!!!!
Yes.
Dusk.
Douglas Crane is driving his Lamborghini Huracan Evo to a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere it seems as there is nothing but green mountains and vast grass fields. As his vehicle approaches the talk black metal gates, they open slowly to let him through. He drives up the paved driveway, around a huge fountain and parks right in front of the steps that lead up to the main entrance. As soon as he parks the car there is a butler there to open the door for him and then bows, ensuring he doesn’t meet Crane’s eyes. He hops off and ignores the greeting by the butler, adjusts his jacket and takes a deep breath, enjoying the pollution-free air. He walks up the steps and ignores the greeting from his head maid who opens the door for him, but also keep her eyes down low. We don’t get to see what the inside of his palace looks like as our view changes drastically via static, and we now find ourselves in what is likely his sleeping quarters. The doors of the dark room are opened by handmaid and Crane walks in, taking off his jacket and throwing it on his king-palace-size bed. The handmaid closes the door without saying a word as Crane walks up to a dresser where he pulls the chair out and then sits, starring at his reflection in the mirror. He closes his eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, revolves his head up, down and around, hearing and feeling the bones cracking after each rotation. His eyes then open wide suddenly and there is that crazed look of his. In his reflection, he is no longer there but the mad man version of himself, wearing the red straitjacket, hair all over the place and even some black ‘war’ paint is speared clumsily on his face. They stare at each other briefly before the eyes quickly shift towards us; Crane begins speaking but his reflection’s lips do not move at all, just stare at us.
Crane: If you ‘blinked’ while watching either of the last two events held by Project: Honor, you might have missed my debut on both brands entirely.
Yes, we were a part of the Second Annual Purge where I eliminated Cole Madden by choking him out in a matter of seconds, officially making him our very first victim in this promotion. Hope you liked it; something tells me he sure didn’t. But we also eliminated Annie Logan by choke-slamming her in the cold hard concrete; the sound her skull made as it hit the ground was quite satisfying…. But clearly not as devastating as I thought because she made an appearance the following night at Black Friday; more on that later. But thanks to those two eliminations, I was able to make it to the final round where I also managed to choke out a person by the name of… Serrano Poblano? Very creative for a jalapeno. But that would end the highlights for me as I was then shot, literally shot and well then eliminated shortly after that. Not my finest moment we will admit, but again, WE GOT FUCKING SHOT! Michael Bishop, I know you and we are in different brands, but we will see you down the line, believe us… In any case, even though we did not win I still consider the night a successful debut despite how little airtime we got… We had fun, oh did we had fun hurting the Fall-Out roster...
Yummy. His reflection smiles evilly and even licks his lips.
Crane: The following night, believe it or not, yes, we were a part of Black Friday and this was the event out of the two we were more amped for as this is ‘our brand’ to be, the brand we signed up for…
Proving Ground! His reflection shouts out of nowhere.
Crane: We are looking to do just that, prove ourselves, but sadly, we did far worst here and if you looked away or went to the bathroom, you definitely missed us completely… Like I said, this is our brand, so I was willing to do whatever it took to make it to the final round, even if it meant giving someone ‘The Prince Albert’… Sorry not sorry? I hope whoever that was recovered… But shortly after we got our golden ticket and in the second round we ran into Annie Logan once again and since she clearly has a titanium skull, we decided to put her out of her misery another way… Annie if you are watching, we have a question for you…
Annie… are you OK?! Are you OK?! ARE YOU OK ANNIE?!
Crane: Couldn’t help yourself could you? It’s nothing personal ‘Ann’, it was just your bad luck that you crossed our path not once but twice. After that, I had earned myself a mystery box, so no need to go into that final round after all and honestly thought we would get a great opportunity a lot sooner than we anticipated. We were happy, I was ready and yet…
…Yet here I sit, empty handed and made a fool out of by Chad Bundy.
WE DO NOT LIKE GETTING MADE A FOOL OF!
Suddenly muffled sounds are heard coming from behind Crane and both he and his reflection turn towards a closet where the noise is coming from. Crane then looks back his reflection and questions it.
Crane: What did you do?
We. Do not. Like. Getting. Made. A fool of.
Crane shakes his head as if trying to shake off cobwebs and then he becomes completely still, his eyes gazing blankly at nothing. His reflection smiles and as he does our view gets distorted and changes again. We find ourselves back at the Mall of America in Bloomingdale, Minnesota; at the “Santa Experience” section of the mall. Santa sits in his big comfy couch with a makeshift chimney to his left and a stack of likely hollow presents to his right. The red carpet that leads up to his chair is surrounded by white Christmas trees all adorned with white lights and ornaments of different colors. The sounds of children screaming with excitement are heard in the background and all around, all waiting for their chance to meet Santa and tell him what they want for Christmas. Santa is patently waiting for the first kid, but to his surprise, it is not a kid, but a man.
Santa Claus: You again?!
Douglas Crane: Yes.
Santa: Please don’t hurt me again!
Again, you might have missed during Black Friday’s show, Crane having a go at the mall Santa after a little misunderstanding. Go back and check it out if you got a moment, probably one of the best segments of the night. Yes, we are biased.
Crane: Relax, I have a coupon.
Santa: Uh, what?
Crane hands Santa the coupon.
Santa: Douglas Crane has earned a free photo shoot with the Mall of America’s Santa Claus… Um, so where is little Douglas Crane hehehe? I don’t see a little kid.
Crane: I am Douglas, and actually, one of us is a little kid but she is grounded at the moment.
Santa: Is this some kind of a joke?
THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT WE SAID!
Crane: No. The joke is this, come here, get closer…
Santa is hesitant, but Crane’s blue eyes get more intense the longer he makes him wait so he slowly leans in. Crane begins caressing his white beard as he whispers into his ear.
Crane: The joke is that I can’t get my hands on Chad Bundy… so you’ll have to do for now.
Santa: What do you mean?
RELEASE ME!
Santa: ARGH!!!
Crane pulls Santa off his chair by his beard and then lifts him into a body slam before dropping him on top of the pile of presents. Crane picks him back up right away and throws him into the rows of Christmas trees, knocking down quite a number of them. You hear people, children and attendants alike screaming, running away as someone calls for mall security. Santa stumbles to his feet and tries to get away but Crane catches up to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, lifting him and dropping with him a Santa-plex unto the check-in counter. Santa is down and out and Crane reaches for a big sack filled with fake presents and dumps the contents out. He then, somehow-someway stuffs the unconscious Santa inside, throws the sack over his shoulder and it surprisingly holds. He then walks away as we hear security from a far yelling and trying to rush over, but we have all seen those mall cops, if they are not fat and out of shape, they are some nerdy looking kids. Crane disappears behind a corner and then our view changes abruptly again, first into static…..
On Friday night, I get to make my ‘in-ring’ debut for Proving Ground, and while I got to show off slightly how violent I can get in a setting like a purge or a mall brawl, I can’t wait to show you what we are capable of doing inside the ring at a proper arena like the Staples Center in LAX. I was hoping it would be on a one-on-one match up, but that will come I guess, so instead I get to debut in a random 3 on 3 match-up against Archimedes J. Manson, TJ Thompson and Swindle Shelldrake, better known as “Big Drip Productions.”
Big Drip you say? I’m sure that’s some slang term for something cool kids say now or use to say but to me the name seems very fitting as making your blood ‘drip’ is exactly what I will be looking forward to doing on Friday… Making your blood drip by the buckets and whether we do it by ourselves of with the two random people that have been designated as my partners, make no mistake about it boys, I am coming out for blood. I have revenge on my mind for what happened at Black Friday and while you had nothing to do with it, you are unfortunately the poor “dudes” that are going to have to pay the price.
Now, please don’t think I don’t have any respect for you, because I do, let’s face it, you guys did very well at the event yourselves. I mean sure Swindle, you got choked out by some guy named Syndicate, but at least you made it to the second round. Alright, alright, not just some guy, but the Legacy Champion; there is no shame in losing to an existing champion via choke or otherwise. Your partner TJ Thompson made it all the way to the final round too and lost only to the winner of the whole thing, and his stablemate! So again, there is no shame in that. You guys did really well and to have the actual and official ‘Black Friday Bargain Hunter’ in your team, let’s face it, that says a lot about who you are both as a unit and as individuals. You guys did great at the event and I’m sure you have been doing well in Project: Honor for a while.
Having said that, I really don’t care for your accolades or for who or what you are as a group, because make no mistake about it, I know exactly what this match up is… We have seen it a dozen times… Let’s just feed 3 random guys to the cool clique in the promotion to showcase them and completely squash the randoms, nobody cares about them anyway… Nobody came to see those 3, they are here for ‘the big drip’.
Well I’m nobody’s whipping boy, we are nobody’s steppingstones, and you will show us the respect we deserve… and no, I’m not only talking to you three Manson, Thompson and Shelldrake… No, we are talking to Indy Darling, everyone behind Proving Ground and everyone at Project: Honor who clearly up to now is not taking us seriously.
We are very patient, but that patience will run out, do not take us lightly…
Getting back to you three, at the end of the day, all I care about is that you show up on Friday so I can hurt you badly. We need to release this frustration, we need to release this anger, and you three will provide that release for us regardless of the result of the match.
The static goes away and we now see Crane standing in front of the closet with his hand on the handle, contemplating opening it or not.
He deserved it… He deserved it… He deserved it.
Crane: She loves him, you made her cry once, what do you think this will do to her? Did you really kidnap him?
No.
Crane: Good.
We kidnapped him.
Crane sighs and then opens the closet door; we don’t get to fully see what is inside, but we do see an arm wearing a red puffy sleeve fall limply to the floor.
Crane: Um, you did not kidnap him… You killed him.
No, no, he breathes… I can hear him breathing.
Crane: He’s dead.
In the mirror behind Crane you see his reflection hang his head in shame.
We went too far.
Crane: YOU did, I was dormant for this.
Just then, as if waking up, he becomes aware of the sounds of sirens all around him and then the sounds of many feet running just outside of his room, likely coming up the steps towards him. His reflection looks up and warns him.
We must go.
Without thinking twice, Crane turns towards the balcony doors and rushes over, and instead of simply opening them, he cannonballs right through them and as he sends glass flying all over the place our view changes once again to static. But only briefly, we are on the outside but in a completely different setting, what appears to be your run of the mill ghetto. You see a group of guys around a fire coming from a barrel look up from across the street at Crane who just came flying through the window of an abandoned home and not the mansion we saw earlier. He gets to his feet and dusts himself off and begins walking away from the house which has all kinds of ‘condemned’ signs on its doors and windows. Crane walks over to a random car that has been jacked, as it has no wheels, the rotors sitting on 4 cinder blocks. The car likely has been here for a long time as the paint is faded and it has graffiti all over it, some windows have been shattered while others have been completely removed. He acts as if he is opening a door but there is no door there to the driver side. He gets inside, grabs the steering wheel and begins to ‘drive’. You see a couple of women talking amongst themselves as they look on from a far.
Woman 1: Girl what the hell is wrong that man?
Woman 2: Child don’t even worry about that cracka, he’s been coming here for the last year. Nobody knows where he came from or why he is always going in and out of the house and then just sitting in that old car.
Woman 1: That’s some weird shit.
Woman 2: That’s not even the half of it, come on let’s go to my house and I’ll tell you all about it. It’s not safe out here when he is there.
Woman 1: Whatcha mean it’s not safe?
Woman 2: Bad things happen when he’s around… Come on and I’ll tell you.
The two women walk away talking, with one of them looking back every now and then at Crane who continues driving. Our view changes one more time to static back to the long road in the middle of nowhere.
Crane drives away from his mansion, heading towards the hills, wearing Santa’s hat.
Emmanuelle, you have been chosen to be my partner in this three-on-three match for reasons known only to Indy Darling and whoever is booking this thing. I just made my debut but you have been main event for a while now, but only to come up short. Is that why you are down here with us? Are you being punished by your shortcomings? Whatever the case may be, I want you to use it to help me defeat our opponents like I am using my anger to fuel me to crush the competition, use the lack of belief of this promotion in you to prove them wrong. You’ve lost against two top talents and yes, you like me also lost the Black Friday event, you being eliminated by Archimedes; but here is your chance for some revenge, facing that very man.
Johnny Levy, you were also selected as our partner and to you I can relate more because like me, you were screwed when you were ‘awarded’ a shitty mystery box. I know some people may say that I am taking this way too seriously, it’s Black Friday event, it’s a Christmas event, think of it as the opposite of a white elephant event or that dirty Christmas, or black Christmas, I forgot what the game is called when the object of the game is to steal the best gift and/or get stuck with a shitty gift. Well you and I both got stuck with a shitty mystery box. You saw what I did with mine, what did you do with yours?
No Crane, he got a good mystery box… He got what we are after, he got a Warrior Rising Championship match.
He did-did he? Would be ashamed if something happened to him and he couldn’t get that title match after all and someone else had to step in for him huh?
A damn shame indeed.
Crane: For now, he is our partner and we will ‘honor’ this during our match, but once it is over…
RELEASE ME!!!!!!
Yes.
