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Post by greendragon on Dec 19, 2008 14:06:33 GMT -6
Sean O’Brien is standing by in front of the SNW banner in his ring gear: dark green trunks and boots, and dark green MMA gloves (with obviously less padding than allowed in MMA) with shamrocks on the tops.
S O’B: Extrano, you’re damn right that what happened at Guys’ Night Out was a fluke! For someone with your limited ability to best someone of my caliber can only be a fluke.
Sean smirks.
S O’B: Listen to me very closely, chico. You’re not in my league. You don’t know who I am and you don’t know where I come from. In Southie, there was only one rule: Survival. You do what you have to do to survive. The same rule applies in MMA and in pro wrestling. It’s every man for himself and you do what it takes to come out on top. You take it to the other guy and don’t let up until he can’t get up. And that’s exactly what I’ve got in store for you on Sunday at the pay-per-view.
And hey, my ancestors did come here legally. You should have only been offended by my shirt if yours didn’t. Which, apparently, they did not. Extrano (Extra-no) I can guarantee you, that after our Submission Match on Sunday night, you’ll be back to picking strawberries somewhere in California like the rest of the Illegal Aliens. Comprende’?
See you on Sunday night, unless you get picked up by Immigration first, that is.
End.
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