SteveA
League Member
(The screen comes in on Rabesque, standing in front of the backdrop, wearing the norm, you know the drill)
“It’s not going to be long folks, but there is something I desperately need to say after viewing everything that has gone down as of late. This goes out to both Magnum Machine and to the Fembot Nikita or whatever the hell her name is. If either of you EVER want to be successful in the NFW, I have four simple words that will keep you both out of a severe amount of trouble....
SHUT.....
THE......
F(BLEEP)CK.....
UP!!!!!!
“For the love of God, you’re driving everyone crazy, and just about anyone I know who has caught even just a momentary glance of either of your promos has found themselves banging their heads against a wall after a severe case of nauseousness. I hope the two of you can understand this. No one knows who you are, right now no one cares, and you are doing nothing to rectify the situation.
“We have this Nikita dame coming out and talking like she is the greatest thing to ever grace our television sets. Well, honey, I hope your wrestling ability far outweighs your ability to cut a promo because right now, it’s dreadful. You’re nothing but boring, monotonous, cliche. Hell, maybe you should let your little man-***** talk for you a little bit more, because he at least seems to be a bit smarter than the Michael Manson Mendoza Line of Intelligence around here.
“To go with that is my beautiful tag team partner with the simple WORST name a wrestler has been given in years, sounding like something straight out of Super Nintendo. MM, drop the mask, drop the gimmick, drop everything and stand behind me at Crash. That is your only chance at ANYTHING in the NFW.
“Ok, boys and girls, I would love to go on with some more non-sensical ramblings, but unlike the two of you, I KNOW WHEN TO STOP! So when I’m out of things to say, I do exactly that.... STOP! I have no one to impress, because I make my name in the ring. Maybe you should take the hint. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque!”
(Fade out)
“It’s not going to be long folks, but there is something I desperately need to say after viewing everything that has gone down as of late. This goes out to both Magnum Machine and to the Fembot Nikita or whatever the hell her name is. If either of you EVER want to be successful in the NFW, I have four simple words that will keep you both out of a severe amount of trouble....
SHUT.....
THE......
F(BLEEP)CK.....
UP!!!!!!
“For the love of God, you’re driving everyone crazy, and just about anyone I know who has caught even just a momentary glance of either of your promos has found themselves banging their heads against a wall after a severe case of nauseousness. I hope the two of you can understand this. No one knows who you are, right now no one cares, and you are doing nothing to rectify the situation.
“We have this Nikita dame coming out and talking like she is the greatest thing to ever grace our television sets. Well, honey, I hope your wrestling ability far outweighs your ability to cut a promo because right now, it’s dreadful. You’re nothing but boring, monotonous, cliche. Hell, maybe you should let your little man-***** talk for you a little bit more, because he at least seems to be a bit smarter than the Michael Manson Mendoza Line of Intelligence around here.
“To go with that is my beautiful tag team partner with the simple WORST name a wrestler has been given in years, sounding like something straight out of Super Nintendo. MM, drop the mask, drop the gimmick, drop everything and stand behind me at Crash. That is your only chance at ANYTHING in the NFW.
“Ok, boys and girls, I would love to go on with some more non-sensical ramblings, but unlike the two of you, I KNOW WHEN TO STOP! So when I’m out of things to say, I do exactly that.... STOP! I have no one to impress, because I make my name in the ring. Maybe you should take the hint. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque!”
(Fade out)