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December 3rd, 2006 - The Dotted Line Is Signed
Chapter 1 -
Dominance.. Is In
The Form Of Joe..
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Prologue:
.. His name is Samoa Joe, and the last time he competed at X Rated he DECIMATED Ron Killings on his way to earning a future X Division Title Shot. this week comes another challenger, without any titles on the line however. the challenger is Alex Shelley and Mick Foley, and the match is a tag match with Rey Mysterio. will Shelley and Foley show just why it's their match, or will Samoa Joe and Rey Mysterio be able to pull off one of his biggest victories to date? tune into X Rated to find out folks ..
[ Samoa Joe is seen standing infront of a mirror, while James Mitchell paces back and forth behind him ]
James Mitchell:
take a good look, a good fucking look, this is THE next X Division Champion .
[ Joe nods his head, showing off his confidence]
Samoa Joe:
see this Punk, this is what it's like to be a winner around here. this is something you can't take when you lose twice in a row. that shit you been talkin' since the first week, it's gonna get you nothing but a beating, and I will choke you out when it comes to be that time. the very fact that you had the balls, or lack there of, to send someone else to the ring and jump me from behind, that has sealed your fate. we will meet in the ring, and when we do, it ain't gonna be fuckin' pretty .
[ Joe goes back to standing there, motionless as Mitchell begins shaking his head in the background ]
James Mitchell:
this man doesn't play nice, take a look at the towel over his right shoulder, that would be the blood of Ron Killings. no worries, there is still alot of room for you on here Shelley, and anyone else who dares defy Samoa Joe .
[ Mitchell stops and looks as though he has had a revelation ]
James Mitchell:
now wait a damn minute, there is someone that has been placed in my clients way this week. this man is none other than former WWE Champion, Mick Foley. can you believe it, the former World Champion. everyone is starting to take notice, they are figuring out that Joe isn't someone to be fucked around with. now this is the perfect chance for Foley to jump all over Joe, talk about how Foley was once someone not to be messed with, and all his usual BS about being a loner and about how sacrificing blood is the correct way of life .
[ Joe begins to chuckle as Heyman continues to speak ]
James Mitchell:
sure Foley's a former Champion, but it's just another strap around a shoulder. the only difference being that the World Title has more meaning to it, alot more meaning than the Hardcore Title. A strong showing or possibly a victory would take it to the next level .
[ a smirk comes across the face of Mitchell as Joe turns to look back at James]
Samoa Joe:
what the fuck are you talking about, possibly a victory, what is that shit .
James Mitchell:
well I was just ...
Samoa Joe:
about to shut up and let me finish, that sounds good to me. listen James, I destroyed Killings, I took his ass out. figure it out James, I barely used any fucking weapons in that match, but I still walk away with the victory. there is no reason for you to stand there and tell me there isn't something wrong with this picture .
[ Mitchellscratches his head ]
James Mitchell:
so what the hell are you trying to say?
Samoa Joe:
I never said I didn't want it to be mine James, take a look at this, the X Division Title's got my fucking name on it. that is MY title, not AJ Styles, not Alex Shelley, but mine. and I will make the most of this title while I have possession of it. the point I was trying to get at was this James, my style isn't Hardcore, I beat the fuck outta people and choke them out. nice and fucking simple, and thats how it's gonna be come this week on X Rated with Shelley and Foley.
[ Joe grabs the towel around his neck and holds it infront of Mitchell's face ]
Samoa Joe:
this is my fucking trophy, my prize possession right here. this towel means more than that fucking title, because it's proves to me that I can't be beat. I have Ron's blood right fucking here, and it's not gonna stop at Ron Killings, not yet James. Shelley is up next, this match is big, no doubt. it would be a shame for me to walk away from this match without his blood on this towel. if that was to happen, then I know I didn't get the job done, and I will get the job done James, I will have Shelley's blood on this towel by the end of this week .
James Mitchell:
well it's gonna be hard not for that to happen, this is a tag match. the blood is gonna flow more than any sort of submission holds or suplexes. if you thought that match last time was Hardcore, then you have another thing coming this week .
[ Joe gets nose to nose with Mitchell and stares right through him ]
Samoa Joe:
last time was nothing James, it was NOTHING compared to what happens this week. Ron was a walk in the fucking park, this is where we get on the ride and have a little fun. Foley wants his rules, then that is how it's gonna be.Foley, his blood smeared across the ring, that sounds like a great fucking time to me .
[ James just walks away, wondering about his client ]
[ Samoa Joe is seen standing in an alley, dressed in black with that white towel around his neck.]
Samoa Joe:
so Foley has had a tough life, at least that is what we've been led to believe all those years. the question everyone kept hearing, 'Can Foley win the big one ' that same fuckin' question over and over again, like a broken record. it's the same old story, with the same old Foley. nothing changed, nothing more or less, just the same old Mick Foley. so what makes this time around so special, what makes this that much better than any previous other time ?
[ Joe looks at his towel and then back at the camera ]
Samoa Joe:
it surely can't be about this, Foley doesn't care about his "hardcore" roots anymore, or so we thought. The lone ranger they call Foley has defected back to his old ways, and thats how we like it. nobody cares about the poor soul with nobody to turn to and confide in, they only care about seeing the man with the trash cans, unleashing hell on his opponents until they can't continue due to blood loss .
[ Joe smirks, glancing at his towel for a moment ]
Samoa Joe:
it's exactly what I wanted Foley, this couldn't be any better right now. the Tag match, infamous for it's bloody encounters and even more brutalized wrestlers leaving that match, either on their own power or with the help of fellow wrestlers or even a stretcher. Foley likes it brutal and bloody, somewhat of an advantage some people might think that plays into his favour. well I got news for each and every single one of you people out there thinking if Joe has what it takes to hang with Foley in his own match .
[ Joe holds up his towel, looking straight into the camera ]
Samoa Joe:
this right here means I can hang with Foley, it means that I am the top of the top when it comes to making people suffer and making people bleed. this doesn't mean that I'm the best wrestler in this company but it does mean that I'm a force to be reckoned with. see Foley wants to show he's the best this company has to offer, a fact that makes me laugh everytime I think about it .
[ right on cue, Joe starts to laugh to himself ]
Samoa Joe:
Foley as the World Champion, what could happen next, is grunge rock gonna make a return, along with those greasy haircuts and those kids from the northwest taking center stage in the eye of the public all over again. fuck that, it's a thing of the past, much like Foley and his "wrestling" talent. it's all head games in the end with Foley, it's no secret that Mick tries to get one up on his opponents by using these words that would seem to give the man an intellect that draws comparison to Einstein or Shakespeare .
[ Joe just shakes his head ]
Samoa Joe:
big words don't mean shit to me Foley, and neither does the fact that you are a former World Champion. in my eyes, this is just another test, another test to prove myself. it's another week, another match, another chance to go out there and fuck somebody up. lucky for me I get the Icon, in his specialty match. I want you to take a look at this here towel, it's got the blood of a man you shared alot of bloody battles with. it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out Foley, because just like Killings, this is gonna be your blood on this towel. the blood of the man who made everyone believe that he was the best because of some fucking title, and then along came Joe !
[ Joe smirks to himself ]
Samoa Joe:
I ain't afraid to bleed, I ain't afraid to feel pain, and I sure as fuck ain't afraid of some freak with a buncha tatoos either. Tag, it's gonna be just that, FUN! the time is coming Foley, and you are gonna know when it's time. LIGHTS OUT MICK.. I'M GONNA CHOKE .. YOU .. OUT !
[ Joe turns and walks away as the scene fades to black ]
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