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Hex Angel
Guest
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It's been fourteen years--
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"Fourteen years since I first thought about professional wrestling in more than just a passing fancy. Coop thought I had talent, I didn't have much drive to do much of anything... but y'can't just be a shiftless layabout forever, right?"
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It's been nine years--
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"Nine years since I first stepped into the CSWA. A lot's happened since. A... lot."
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It's been five years--
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"Five years since I was CSWA World Champion."
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"Now that we're all caught up, we can get down to business."
FADEIN: Eli Flair, dressed in a 'Phoenix Rising' T-shirt, sitting next to a television with a paused image of Suicide on the screen.
"I'm glad you're not into this whole new blood, old blood thing... because it's really f**kin' stupid, and you'd be bitin' off Autumn. And that's really not something y'want to do, I'd wager."
"I won't bore you with my life story, Suicide Spring, I bored enough people here in the CSWA with it while it was happenin'. And in retrospect... damn, that was pathetic."
"No... no history lesson. No I did this six years ago so you have no chance in hell! No new blood old blood shi---"
Eli rolled his eyes as he dropped a dollar on the floor.
"Cussbucket."
"No new blood old blood stuff. It's two guys wrestling a match, the winner gets the prestige of having won a match. And even though I recognize you're not pulling this old/new crap... the same thing I said to Fall applies. Here in the CSWA, a victory over Eli Flair can get people's attention... but win or lose, what you do with it is up'ta you."
"Best man win, cliche and trite tho it is. And at least from my end, this match'll be on the up'n up."
"Primetime, Suicide... for one of us."
FADEOUT
It's been fourteen years--
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"Fourteen years since I first thought about professional wrestling in more than just a passing fancy. Coop thought I had talent, I didn't have much drive to do much of anything... but y'can't just be a shiftless layabout forever, right?"
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It's been nine years--
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"Nine years since I first stepped into the CSWA. A lot's happened since. A... lot."
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It's been five years--
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"Five years since I was CSWA World Champion."
**CLICK**
"Now that we're all caught up, we can get down to business."
FADEIN: Eli Flair, dressed in a 'Phoenix Rising' T-shirt, sitting next to a television with a paused image of Suicide on the screen.
"I'm glad you're not into this whole new blood, old blood thing... because it's really f**kin' stupid, and you'd be bitin' off Autumn. And that's really not something y'want to do, I'd wager."
"I won't bore you with my life story, Suicide Spring, I bored enough people here in the CSWA with it while it was happenin'. And in retrospect... damn, that was pathetic."
"No... no history lesson. No I did this six years ago so you have no chance in hell! No new blood old blood shi---"
Eli rolled his eyes as he dropped a dollar on the floor.
"Cussbucket."
"No new blood old blood stuff. It's two guys wrestling a match, the winner gets the prestige of having won a match. And even though I recognize you're not pulling this old/new crap... the same thing I said to Fall applies. Here in the CSWA, a victory over Eli Flair can get people's attention... but win or lose, what you do with it is up'ta you."
"Best man win, cliche and trite tho it is. And at least from my end, this match'll be on the up'n up."
"Primetime, Suicide... for one of us."
FADEOUT