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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 8 2005, 04:04 AM (33 Views) | |
| LongTimeComing | Dec 8 2005, 04:04 AM Post #1 |
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:: The scene opened up infront of a building in Cleveland, Ohio. Out from was a large granite sign that read "Acre Hills" in big gold letters. Slowly, the camera would pan in on the sign, and then it'd fade into inside the building. It was a retirement home! Around the area were a few semi-famous names, but none of them mattered as much as one name that was in the area. The camera followed behind a nurse as she made her way into a room. Inside was a big fluffy bed and a TV with bars on the windows. And in the bed was none other than Mack Leero. He laid there, staring up at the TV, eating a bowl of Spaghetti-O's, which sloppily ran down his chin. Across the room was none other than Jake Michaels! He crossed his legs, sitting his ankle across his knee. :: "God.. This place STINKS. Did you shit yourself again, Leero? Jeez. Anyway. Hello, boys and girls! This is Jake Michaels here reporting via satellite from Acre Hills retirement home in Cleveland, Ohio! With me here is Brenda, a nurse here at Acre Hills and Mack Leero!" :: Jake hopped up out of his chair, stepping over bed side and sitting next to Mack, who didn't even flinch. Petting Mack's head, Jake just smiled and looked back at the camera. :: "See, Tyson Hunt. You may have put Leero in a retirement home in with your actions upon him in his own match.. But Leero and I have a difference, Tyson. And that difference is that I don't fear you. I doubt have any doubt that I'm going to walk into Snowbrawl and kick your ass and send you here with Leero.. I have no doubt in my mind." :: Slowly standing up, Jake turned around and smiled at Mack.. before kicking that bed mattress, flipping Leero over and the mattress, his spaghetti-o's and the bed frame tipping over onto him as Brenda screamed and nurses ran into the room. By this time, Jake was outside and pacing through the halls, towards the exit. :: "Tyson.. I don't give a shit if it's a Leero Lockdown, a B Nutz Brawl, a Thaddius Thuperduper Match, a Christian Cage Match. I don't care if we have to fight at Sea World, Disney World or Wally World. I'll kick your ass from pillar to post in whatever match you want. And that.." :: Jake slowly lifted something up from below his stomach. A hunk of gold with the word "Meltdown" across it, with his name underneath. He grinned and patted the title momentarily before tossing it over his shoulder. :: "That's why I'm Meltdown champ. So you want to make it a Leero Lockdown.. Fine.. You're on. But when you're bloody, battered and broken and you're sitting in there eating Spaghetti-O's with Mack Leero.. you'll know why, where and how you messed up. By ever even trying to deal with me, Tyson. Better get ready.. Because you're in for one hell of a beating." :: Jake grinned and shoved the camera man out of the way, running out of the exit doors as two large stocky men in white coats ran after him, obviously for his actions against Leero. :: THAD INCORPORATED. |
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