Seb lay on the mat a grimace spread across his features, his eyes stung with the anger of another loss. Getting to his knees he saw Jimmy dancing around the ring in celebration, with each wave of his arms the crowd cheered and cheered.
Something inside Seb roared in frustration, but he couldn't bring himself to act on it the match was over the better man won.
Seb getting to his feet and grabbing Jimmy by the shoulder spun him around.
Seb: The better man won tonight congratulations.
Seb offered his hand but Jimmy just stared at him.
Jimmy is weighing up his options. He wants to headbutt Abbott so badly, but he resists and grudgingly shakes Abbott's hand.
Jimmy: Aye, whatever, I have bigger scores to settle, and bigger haggis to catch.
Before Seb let go however the growing frustration took hold and he delivered an elbow to Jimmy's face sending him reeling out of the ring.
The crowd booed this act and Seb just flipped them off continuing his attack on Jimmy, laying boot after boot into the side of the downed Scotsman.
The security staff raced down the ramp and restrained Seb before he could do anything too serious. Boos followed Seb up the ramp as the security dragged him out.
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What a damn coward! |
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You say coward, I say forward thinker! |
The X-Tron Flickers On
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Not to state the obvious but K.D is fired up! |
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Tonight could be his big night to start making power moves into Wrestlution! |
B17 glared at the basket that had been delivered for him. Duayne Hobbs had been persistent in approaching him. And he was flattered by the attention, but he remained suspicious. C4 was a group of arrogance, the members were not trustworthy. It was a rhetoric that had been repeated to him by all his friends.
He pulled the bottle of Macallan 25 from the basket, opened it and let the smell wash over him.
B-17: Damn fine selection he has….
Ignoring the flowers and fruit he grabs the attached note.
B-17, just to let you know kid. I have the means to provide you with help. Anything you need, let me know kid. -DH"
The flowers were unnecessary, the fruit was nice, the malt was something special, but the note was the clincher. They were offering a chance at revenge for the men that took him out of the tournament, so called “fans” that Bradley had paid, it was bull. But here was an offer, an offer for help.
Taking a pen from his pocket, B-17 turned the note over and and wrote: Give me the men who attacked me, and then we will talk about C4 Sports Agency.
He returned all the flowers and fruit to the basket but kept the malt. Then he reattached the note.
Let's see how serious they are about signing me, he thought.
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Don't do it kid, don't take the shortcut! |
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Are you stupid, this is a golden opportunity and you're telling him not to take it? You sure TANK didn't drop you on your head? |
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Up next it's hashtags and suplexes! Austin Lee takes on the Golden Rookie, Tre! |
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Gon be a fight! |
Austin Lee vs Tre Golden
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I didn't see that coming! |
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Boom! |
Previously Recorded!
The scene is set at Drago's dojo, with Drago sitting down on a chair thinking. He puts his hands on his head, then stands up and kicks the chair over.
He goes to a corner of the room, where there is a very old looking chest, what with dust all over it. He brushes off the dust and opens the chest. The camera pans over to Drago's face as if it's inside the chest.
Drago smiles slightly as he pulls some things out of the chest. He puts a boombox on the table, takes out the cassette that was in it, and replaces it with another, slamming it into place. Drago pushes the Play button and thus, the training montage commences......
Drago rapidly punches a speed bag, then the camera switches over to him doing pushups, first the old-fashioned way, but then he switches to one arm pushups, alternating arms with each one.
The screen then splits into two, with Drago's montage on the left, and his opponent, the Northern Americas Grand Prix Champion Mugen, appearing on the right.
Mugen is seen in a very expensive looking suit making some phone calls and shaking the hands of important business partners. Meanwhile, Drago is seen looking at a photo of Mugen and crushing it up with his hand.
He then proceeds to do some pullups as we switch over to Mugen, who is holding a press conference with his business partners, showcasing his business models to success.
The camera cuts to him opening a briefcase full of Benjamins, as he takes a handful and kisses them, then laughs. We switch back to Drago, who is not inside his dojo anymore, instead running across the street as fast as possible.
The camera pans over to reveal that he is being chased down by a mountain bear. The bear appears to be catching up, but just as Drago crosses as intersection, the bear is suddenly blocked by a pickup truck. Drago looks behind him and laughs as the enraged bear tips the truck over.
We turn back to Mugen, who is seen partying at a club, "making it rain" with his Benjamins. We finally return to Drago as he runs up the stairs of what appears to be about a 70 story building. He makes it to the top and stands on the rooftop of the building. He spreads his arms out in victory and yells something........
Drago Cesar: MUUUUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN ! MUUUUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
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PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT!!!!, DRAGO! |
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Oh sit down, stupid! |