Post by Slammin' Sam on Sept 22, 2010 19:43:01 GMT -6
S.T. Strickler and Benson are in their locker room, watching the TV and checking out the promos.
Benson: Isn't it great to be aligned with such an awesome person like Chris P? Someone who shares the same vision as us?
Strickler: Damn straight, big man. I've said this before, and I'll say it again: I just don't see what's so great about "hardcore". Sorry, never bought into it. Anybody can swing a barbed wire baseball bat or jump through a pane of glass. But not everybody can be a talented wrestler. And that's what you, me, Chris, and James Jackson are. A huge collection of talent that can wrestle circles around people like Thumbtack Kevin any day of the week.
And throwing us into a lake? Really guys? Really? Was that your best attempt at trying to take us out? I guess getting your brains destroyed really messed up your thought process.
Benson: All that smoking probably killed a few brain cells as well.
Strickler: And forget about Hellspawn helping you out. He's nothing but some over the hill has-been. He may have been a monster to be feared, but nobody is afraid of him anymore. Once the Greater Good takes care of business Saturday Night, his career is as good as dead!
Benson: They seriously don't stand a chance against us. 4-on-2? That's basically an open invitation to finish them off before Natural Selection.
Strickler: And like Chris P said, Kevin, you're nothing but a disgrace to wrestling. Guys like Terry Funk and The Sandman are hailed like gods because they destroyed their bodies. Whooptie-doo! Well at Saturday Night Onslaught, you'll be another person with a destroyed body, only you won't be hailed as a legend or a god! Carried out on a stretcher, never to be seen again! We're going to take care of business. Because pain is our business...
Benson:... and business is good!
The two stare into the screen as the scene fades out.
Benson: Isn't it great to be aligned with such an awesome person like Chris P? Someone who shares the same vision as us?
Strickler: Damn straight, big man. I've said this before, and I'll say it again: I just don't see what's so great about "hardcore". Sorry, never bought into it. Anybody can swing a barbed wire baseball bat or jump through a pane of glass. But not everybody can be a talented wrestler. And that's what you, me, Chris, and James Jackson are. A huge collection of talent that can wrestle circles around people like Thumbtack Kevin any day of the week.
And throwing us into a lake? Really guys? Really? Was that your best attempt at trying to take us out? I guess getting your brains destroyed really messed up your thought process.
Benson: All that smoking probably killed a few brain cells as well.
Strickler: And forget about Hellspawn helping you out. He's nothing but some over the hill has-been. He may have been a monster to be feared, but nobody is afraid of him anymore. Once the Greater Good takes care of business Saturday Night, his career is as good as dead!
Benson: They seriously don't stand a chance against us. 4-on-2? That's basically an open invitation to finish them off before Natural Selection.
Strickler: And like Chris P said, Kevin, you're nothing but a disgrace to wrestling. Guys like Terry Funk and The Sandman are hailed like gods because they destroyed their bodies. Whooptie-doo! Well at Saturday Night Onslaught, you'll be another person with a destroyed body, only you won't be hailed as a legend or a god! Carried out on a stretcher, never to be seen again! We're going to take care of business. Because pain is our business...
Benson:... and business is good!
The two stare into the screen as the scene fades out.
