CaRnAgE, the undeniable biggest man in the EBWO is finally getting his EBWO debut match up against the Next Big Thing. CaRnAgE just coming back from injuries substained from a car accident just under a full year ago is ready to do some rehabilitation. Mostly practicing in whooping @$$ once again. On Wednesday Warfare he puts The Next Big Thing in his place.
*The camera finds CaRnAgE in the training room wailing on a punching bag. CaRnAgE sees it and the camera man signals that the camera is on, but CaRnAgE never stops hitting the bag as he speaks.*
CaRnAgE: I guess I have to address the little shrimp that is running around her calling himself the Next Big Thing, because I am getting my debut match up here on Wednesday Warfare and this little p!ss ant will be learning who the real big thing is. Now listen up small fry, the only way in hell you are going to be the next big thing is if I die, because if you want the biggest baddest man around, then I am right here boy. I am the tallest, largest, most muscle bound guy here in the EBWO, and I have been down and out in my career due to injuries, but I am ready to come back and whoop some @$$ around here. I'm not taking sh!t from anybody especially some punk @$$ as yourself. You are going to be finding out on a first hand basis exactly what I do when I practice on my hobby. That little hobby of mine is cracking some d@mn skulls. I have seen guys a lot bigger than fall by my hands, and you sure as hell don't worry me. Shrimp sauce, you may have been big in past places that you have wrestled, or maybe you were a big man in High School, but now you are way out of your league. You might as well try and assault a tank with a toothpick, you would end up with about the same results. To let you in on a little secret, I have been a bit p!ssed off as of late, because I just recently got off of the injured list, and evidentally Doug and Ashlee have been so afraid of how badly I would rip people apart in the ring they haven't scheduled me in any matches. That just lets the anger build up, but now I have a chance to release some of that and take you down. I have no ideal title intentions off hand, hell I know I am not yet a world champion kind of guy, but the IC would be nice or others. Maybe a Hardcore championship, that would be nice. Then I would have a reason to beat the stuffings out of guys like you. You see I know that I am a feared man around here, and I am not going to go running scared, hell no, I am going to be running wild stomping a mudhole in your @$$ and you can guarantee I will walk that son of a b!tch dry. Once I am done with your carcus I will pick it up and sling it all around the ring. You might as well be a d@mn ragdoll to me. Actually by the time we finish you will probably look in the mirror and be reminded of a piece of tenderized meat. I don't think you are ready for the world you are entering little man, because in this world you are introduced to a little something called pain. Pain is the name of my fist and it gets tattoo'd across your face. If I get to hear a few bones crack or snap, oh well that is what you have that d@mn expensive doctor for. You might as well put his lazy @$$ to work, get him to do something. I personally don't like to brag about a finishing maneuver, but let me explain this one to you a little bit here. I will give you the Electric Chair Drop, now think of how tall I am, I am not far from being an eight foot tall man, and I put you on my shoulders. Then I throw you into the air and use my incredible superhuman strength to slam you down straight on your face, bouncing your basketball of a head off of the mat, and probably knocking your d@mn lights out. You will definately get a piece of something you couldn't imagine how horrible it is. When you stand in that ring and you look across to the opposite turnbuckle, then you look up a little higher, now a little higher, a little more, almost there, you're getting warmer, just a tad higher, one more bit higher, there you go, you look right into my eyes. They will be locked right on your beady little eyes and all I am waiting for is for the bell to ring so that the train can start rolling, then demolish, and destroy everything in its path. Oh hell yeah that is going to be fun. How much more fun can anything be other than beating some @$$? Next big thing? No, next big loser, hell son you are EBWO's little jobbing b!tch boy anyway. You couldn't beat legends like the Brooklyn Brawler, and Dwayne Gillberg. Hell I might accidentally poke you with my pinky finger and send you down for the one two three. You have to prove to me that you belong here in the EBWO amongst some of the greatest talent. Prove to me that you have earned anything. I ain't seen sh!t from you boy. Here is all I have to say, me versus you, I will create TOTAL CARNAGE!
*CaRnAgE gives the punching bag one good blow and it bursts at all of the seems. CaRnAgE looks at the mess and walks out as the scene fades.*
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