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The Man Name: James Storm The Music
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What'd I Miss? As promised, Storm, Roode, and Jarrett won their six-man tag team match against Angle, Lashley, and Hardy. This week, though, Storm's on his own against Lashley and Chyna. How will this end up? Tune in and see. Roleplay As we come back from some random commercial talking about sexual issues, food, beer, or your local attorney's office, the screen is completely black. One would think that some idiot in the truck just forgot to push a button or was too busy tryin to get a peice of ass he'll never have, but that isn't the case this week. No, instead, a logo shows up after a few minutes that reads "DEAR COWBOY" in big, bold, red lettering on a yellow background.
 Apparently we're going to see the beginning of a new segment tonight, and knowing WIW's collective minds, it'll be fairly interesting. As the logo fades out, we see a guy, no more than his mid-twenties in age, sitting behind a table with another chair, oddly empty, beside him. He looks like your usual lackey, dressed in a company shirt layered over a white button up shirt and slacks; his dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark beard and moustache gorwing in. He doesn't really seem like the type that's in front of a camera very often, and his nerves show in his voice when he starts talking.
« wiw.com interviewer ≈ alex iz » Storm walks in from the side and sits down as his theme plays in the background, no doubt just a CD on some random person's portable CD player, given the quality of it. As Storm gets comfortable in the chair, Alex shuffles the papers in front of him nervously, apparently a stack of printed out emails from Storm's official WIW.com inbox. During the nervous silence Alex has created, we can see that Storm is dressed in a green t-shirt with his usual black jacket over it that has the "Storm's Bar and Grill" logo emblazoned on the back. Worn out jeans are his pant of choice for tonight, and as always, the ever present black cowboy hat is on his head with his shades sheilding his eyes from the bright production lights. After Storm takes a sip from his beer, Alex starts talking again.
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« the tennessee cowboy ≈ james storm » Alex looks at the camera, a bit confused, as Storm looks proud of himself for making an obvious, albeit grade-school age joke. Reading the paper on the table in front of him, Alex nods slightly before looking over at Storm and asking the first question.
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« the tennessee cowboy ≈ james storm » He laughs as if it's the funniest thing he's ever heard as Alex just sits there and shakes his head.
« wiw.com interviewer ≈ alex iz » He flicks the mic over towards Storm, who sits there for minute thinking before he answers.
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« the tennessee cowboy ≈ james storm » As James laughs at his own joke again, Alex gets up to leave, but James stops him, yanking him back down into the chair. Looking at him, Alex shrugs, asking why he stopped him.
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 James leans down and picks up a battered green duffel bag off the floor and shoves it into Alex's chest, making him grab onto it.
« the tennessee cowboy ≈ james storm » Sighing, Alex gets up and follows Storm out as the scene fades out.
Since the idiot didn't get to it during his little interview, I guess I'll have to tell you what I think about who I'm facing by my damn self. First of all, this is my first singles match here, and it's against Lashley and Chyna. Lashley I know, Chyna I don't.. but I hear she's a woman.. or used to be. Lashley I've faced before... two times before, if you want numbers... Chyna I haven't. What makes either of them good enough to face me? First off, I didn't know Lashley and Carlito had a son til I saw Consequences Creed back in TNA. I guess that goes to show what kinda man he is... and I ain't gonna get those gay rights people on my ass for outing him. Heh.. gay rights people on my ass... I'm sure they'd love that. Thing is, I wouldn't, and I wanna avoid that. Lashley ain't much to deal with, and the last two matches against him proved it. He was in my first match here and I won that even with seven other guys to deal with. My last match with him was last week, and hell, I won that one too. Safe to say I'll win this one, so I ain't gonna waste any more time on this guy. A'ight, whoever this Chyna chick is, if she looks half as bad as everyone says she does, I'm gonna need a few more beers to even look at her, let alone face her. I've heard she used to be a chick, I've heard she used to be a dude, I've heard she used to be both, and none of those used to be's make me too happy to be facing her. At least I can look at ODB and not have to down a few six packs before then... iono what the hell I'm facing with Chyna. Hopefully I won't need a whole bar to back me up in this, but if I do, I got my pubcrawlers out in the crowd that'll be more than happy to gimmie a beer. All I got left to say about this is... Lashley, Chyna... sorry.. bout your damn luck.
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