The cameras move in on Tank as he's sitting in the back, seemingly listening to music. The audience would see him head banging and really getting into it before looking up and seeing the cameras. With a smile he slips his headphones off and puts them aside.
Tank: So I guess you're looking for some type of word from me about tonight huh?
Tank: Looking to pick my brain a bit? Alright, alright, I'll give ya something. Tonight... The three of us are gonna get in that ring tonight and beat the hell out of each other.
Tank: Ain't no mistakin' it, ain't no way we come out of this match the same people. Three guys lookin' to be the best in all of Turmoil....
Tank: Only for other losers in this match to have everything they've ever wanted stripped away from them.
Tank slowly rises to his feet, his eyes never looking away from the cameras. The look on his face is intense with the passion he has for this match. When he is finally at his feet he gives the cameras a sickening smirk.
Tank: Tonight is gona be a fight like no one in OCW has seen before.
Tank: Bodies are gonna be everywhere, faces cortorted and mangled, limbs bruised or broken, and most importantly spirits are gonna get crushed.
Tank: Kassidy, I hope you enjoyed your time as champ, cause that comes to an end tonight.
Tank: By the end of tonight, all you'll be is another body waiting for a grave.
Tank: You call yourself souless, but I don't think you have it in you to go the distance I'm willing to go. You don't have the stones to end another man's career. Souless?
Tank: Heh, you're nothing more than some mopey f*ckin' goth kid, just beggin' to be put out of your misery.
Tank moves to his left, his hands moving to grab his trusty crowbar again, the metal dented and dinged from the damages given to Bradley's limo a few weeks back.
Tank: And Jimmy.... Oh Jimmy... You're just that punk who thinks he's tough. You ain't tough.
Tank: We'll see how long you last when the pain starts.. Look at this kid.. Skinny, scrawny... he ain't nothin', nothin' but a piece of sh*t stuck under my shoe.
Tank: The same piece of sh*t you try to scrape off and just doesn't go away. You're roadkill kid. Why don't you smarten up and go home to mommy and daddy so they can tuck you in and send you off to beddy bye.
Tank: Maybe a bottle of warm milk. Look at him... Listen to him. The crowd can see it Jimmy... You're scared.
Tank: You're scared you're gonna be close and not have what it takes to take hold of what you want. Hold onto that feeling Jimmy... Cause as long as I'm around, you're never gonna be able to get what you want.
Tank continues his smirk and grabs the camera, forcing the cameraman to move forward so the lens is right in Tank's face.
Tank: One thing I do know is that this ain't the schoolyard anymore, and the Bully is coming for the Turmoil Championship.
Tank: There is no lose or draw tonight, there's only gonna be me winnin'. And even still.... Tonight you two are catchin' the worst beatin' of your lives tonight....
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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What a mouth. |
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We not PG, Charles! |
OCW Hardcore Championship
Jookie Marley vs K.DAngelo vs Tre Golden vs Xander Rane
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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What happend to Marleys music? |
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Speakers brokE! |
Rhyme Tyme ARE NOT enjoying Certified Greatness on a 55 inch SmartTV with the RushTV app, it's just running in the background.
Instead a vintage 80's gray boom box is sending sonic waves of a classic boom bap beat into every corner of their locker room. Buddy Burns and Y.S.L have just finished freestyling across said beat when Jim Black enters with mic and notes in hand for a interview.
Jim Black tries to talk over the music but absolutely nothing can be heard. Across the room Buddy and Y.S.L. seem to be holding a conversation or freestyling again when Jim Black approaches them.
The harmonic hotness cuts off the moment Jim Black shouts as loud as he can at Rhyme Tyme.
Jim Black: RHYME TIME CAN I.....
Caught off guard by Jim's shouting both Buddy and Y.S.L. assume kung-fu fighting stances. Realizing it's only Jim Black they relax and hit him with questions before his questions.
Y.S.L.: Why why why you yelling yo?
Buddy: You wanna kiss converse son?
Jim shakes his head no.
Y.S.L: You here to spit a rhyme?
Buddy: Yea...Yea you came to spit that hawt fiya!
The camera peers around and sees a half dozen empty cans of some unknown energy drink. Before Jim Black knows it another simple beat hits the boom box and he nodding (offbeat) to the rhythm.
Jim Black: Uh....uh....uh..
Y.S.L.: Man Jim Black you straight wack....
Buddy: Fact....Jim Black ain't even Black.
Often made fun of for his rejected hood pass Jim eyebrows dip.
Jim Black: Take that back....
Buddy: Naw son you done ...finished b
Jim Black: Now just wait a minute let me see...
He tries to review his notes for a question to ask. Before he realizes it Jim is at the door to the locker room being shoved out by two of the larger members of Rhyme Tyme's ever growing entourage.
Y.S.L.: Ninja Please.
The beat changes again. A break dancing competition begins as Buddy and Y.S.L. all wired start it off Kid & Play style before we fade.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Hahaha! |
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Dey them boys! |