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”Hey Amarchy, you look pretty happy now! You were in such a slump when I just talked to you a second ago!” ”Listen here little lady, Amarchy Twitch has jus’ been contained! Amarchy Twitch has been put back on the shelf! You’re looking at the man who made Amarchy Twitch! You’re looking at the man before Amarchy Twitch, you’re looking at Ganker Ransolver!” ”Never knew that was your real identity.” ”Well get used to it cause if there is any man that Triple H doesn’t want to face it’s Ganker Ransolver! He doesn’t want to face Ganker Ransolver for the CMF Heavyweight Championship! Hell Roadhouse doesn’t even want to face Ganker Ransolver, cause I’ll tell you one thing Ganker Ransolver is too hot to handle! Ganker Ransolver is the man… No, Ganker’s not the man, sorry didn’t mean to say that.” (smiles then does a thumb to shoulder blade thing) “Ganker Is God!” ”Why the sudden change?” ”Because quiet frankly Holly, when I released Amarchy Twitch, I released pain and emotion that I’ve felt deep inside, I released it all! Sure I got my first heavyweight championship, but I was always down, always depressed, who needs that! I’m Ganker Ransolver! I am GOD! I am the CMF Heavyweight Champion! WHOOO! Triple H, he’s jus’ unlucky enough to get stuck wit’ me in the ring at Domination! Triple H will fall to what I like to call the ‘Jakked-Up’.” ”What is that?” ”Well I came up wit’ it after watching Rock and Tazz a longtime back when I was jus’ a little kid wit’ a dream. It’s Tazz’s tazzmission to wear the sucker down and then I lift them up and slam them down with a rock bottom! It’s a dominating finisher that Triple H won’t be able to kick out from and to quote my good buddy Drummer Dragonali… That’s A DAMN Fact!” ”Is this identity change a way of hiding your pain deep within again so you don’t have to deal with it?” ”You’re damn right it is! I don’t want to deal wit’ that pain anymore! That pain is not cool dude! Definitely not cool! So anyway I’ll see you around dudette Holly-Marie.” (winks at her) “Tell your sister I owe her for allowing me to see the white light. I owe my reconciliation all to Sheilla Hisser! Whooo!” ** Ganker Ransolver takes his CMF Heavyweight Championship and heads outside of the hotel and over to his jet black Corvette. The scene follows Ganker’s Vette down the highway, and even follows it as it turns into a strip club late at night. Ganker gets out of his Vette, with title in hand, and locks the door behind him. Ganker enters the strip joint and takes a front row seat, after making sure he has enough fifties and hundreds for the nice ladies. As Ganker sits front row he is approached by the manager. ”Um sir are you of age to be in here?” (looks over slowly at the manager, then begins to yell) ”DAMN YOU! How in the hell do you think I got in here if I was too young! Your bouncer is Bubba from prison! He scares me out of my shorts DAMN YOU! Like I would be stupid enough to sneak in here!” ”Alright, just checking.” (yelling) ”You’re damn right you were!” ** Ganker sits and watches the nice ladies do their thing. Ganker tips the majority fifty bucks to give him a lap dance and show him a good time, or at least as much as one as they are allowed to in a strip joint. After an hour or so Ganker leaves the strip joint and walks around back. Before Ganker can get to the back, he runs into Sheilla who pulls him into a small café. Ganker takes a seat across from her in a booth by the window. “Hey Sheilla what’s up? How you been?”
”What’s up with you? You’ve totally changed!” ”Hey you said you followed my career, this is jus’ a life I lost track of and should never have. This is the real me, so live wit’ it. I’ve contained that depressed, emotion filled piece of garbage Amarchy, and here you have me, Ganker Ransolver in the flesh!” (smiles) “So this is you as Ganker eh?” “You’re damn right! Ganker Ransolver in the freaking flesh, and the heavyweight champion too!” (grins) “I am one cocky son of a b-itch!” “How do you think this will help you in your match with Triple H with Roadhouse special refereeing?” “Cause there ain’t any man alive who can defeat Ganker Ransolver! Whoo!” ”You sure are a lot more loud now that you’re reverting back.” ”What can I say, I’m a lot different than my alter ego! Whoo!” “Well I wish you luck Am… Ganker.” (smiles) ** Ganker gets up and exits as Sheilla watches him walkout of the café. The scene cuts off to black on Sheilla whose smiling. Scene II: Arena ** Ganker Ransolver is shown speeding into the CMF arena with his black Corvette. Amarchy parks his Vette and gets out as he is approached by Michael Cole. Ganker looks at him then flicks him in the forehead. ”Yo Michael Cole! Welcome back the man who created Amarchy Twitch! Welcome back the man who changed his entire life so Amarchy Twitch could surface and gain his claim to fame! Welcome back Ganker Ransolver dude!!!”
”Huh?” ”Damn you’re freaking slow! I knew I never liked you! Why don’t you go give yourself a swirly? That’s how pathetic I find you Michael Cole! Hell Foxy is more entertaining than you! Hell Gimped Out Man Whore Game is more entertaining than you are boyo! Anyway tonight is a night of celebration, as a matter a fact Michael Cole, I’m getting you drunk tonight, and I’m going to make you cool for one damn night of your life! Tonight we celebrate damn it! Tonight we get drunk and get laid, and all that good stuff that goes f-ucking along wit’ it! Whoo!” ** Ganker grabs Michael Cole in a headlock and takes him to the beer trucks a few feet over from Ganker’s Vette. Ganker throws Michael Cole’s head against the truck and opens the back. Amarchy takes about five cases of beer and gives them to Cole, then takes five cases himself. Ganker signals for Cole to follow him and he does so. Ganker takes Cole directly to Triple H’s office. Ganker sets his five on the desk and Cole sets his five on the couch. Ganker locks the door and sits in Triple H’s desk chair. ”You cannot leave until you dust off one of those cases damn it! However I ain’t leavin’ until there’s a big grin on my face and I can barely freakin’ walk! Whooo!” ”I’m not a big beer person though!” “Ganker Ransolver gives a s-hit not if you were! YOU ARE TONIGHT! Ganker Ransolver tells you are so therefore you are! SO START DRINKING B-ITCH!” “I don’t wanna!” (in a whiney tone) “I don’t give a rat’s butt what you want to do! You will do as I tell you to do!” (opens a can and guzzles it, making a mess on Triple H’s desk, getting papers wet, etc) “Now drink!” “But…” ”I don’t want your lip boyo! I want you to damn well drink some damn beer! DRINK DAMN YOU PEON! DRINK!” ”I really don’t drink a lot and I have to drive out of here.” ”Stop your excuses! DRINK DAMN YOU BOYO! DRINK!” ** Ganker opens two beer cans and pours them all over Triple H’s office then throws them against a wall. Ganker grabs his molten championship belt and drapes it over his shoulder and walks around his desk. Ganker sets his molten title down and smacks Cole in the head with his hand. Ganker then grabs a can off beer and forces Michael Cole to drink it. Ganker does this for twenty-four cans. Cole eventually starts drinking them on his own. Ganker finally gets annoyed with Michael Cole and his drunken state and lifts him up and hits him with the ‘Jakked-Up’. Ganker pins Cole up to a wall and duct tapes his arms to the wall. Michael Cole looks like he’s just been crucified, but not with nails, but with duct tape. Ganker guzzles a few more beers down the hatch and exits Triple H’s office with his molten heavyweight championship. A minute later Ganker crosses Amarchy Twitch’s former manager, Cole Turner. “Ah Amarchy! Good to see you! We need to talk…” ”Go talk to yourself, you were Amarchy Twitch’s agent, not Ganker Ransolver’s! Ganker Ransolver does not NEED YOU, NOR WANT YOU! Ganker Ransolver is saying quite simply YOU’RE ASS IS FIRED! Ganker Ransolver says what Amarchy can’t and Ganker says you SUCK! I’m the heavyweight champion without you boyo! I am GOD!” ”What?” (thumb thing) “Ganker Is God!” ** Ganker takes out Cole Turner with the ‘Screw Over’ then leaves him out cold. The scene cuts off to black. Scene III ** The scene reopens to Ganker Ransolver sitting on the street curb watching cars go by, his molten heavyweight championship draped over his shoulder. After a few minutes of sitting Ganker stands and turns to find a cameraman standing there, Ganker looks at the cameraman then smiles. ”So you want an interview wit’ the man who made Amarchy Twitch? The man who relinquished the demon onto this Earth because he could no longer handle what was going on in his life! You want my thoughts, you damn well now got them. Obviously thought the reason you are here is to find out more of my thoughts about this heavyweight title defense I have wit’ ‘The Gimped Out Game’ Triple Nose! You see, this is my first match back into the ring as Ganker Ransolver, this is my first match into the ring as the GOD I know I am. I once was lost but now I have found myself! Wit’ the help of nobody but myself! Ganker Ransolver, the heavyweight champion and will STILL be at the end of this week as I go into Domination wit’ the drive and determination nobody has yet seen from any superstar in the CMF. You wonder now; Will Hunter’s words affect my performance in the ring? Will I be swayed to throw the match because of something he says to me? Of course I won’t! Ganker Ransolver is a free flowin’ motha… Can’t say that to a television set, but you get the point. Ganker Ransolver gives a s-hit not what his opponent says about him! All Ganker Ransolver cares is that his opponent shows his ass into that ring so Ganker Ransolver can beat the holy hell out of it with a damn barbed wire bat or a damned steel chair!” (sighs) “Then you must be wondering what the hell does Ganker think about Roadie House? What in the hell could I possibly think and say about the man who referees my match but CALL IT DOWN THE MIDDLE YOU SWINE! If he doesn’t call it down the middle I’ll take an army boot that’s been soaked in snake’s venom and shove it where the sun don’t shine! All I have to say now is GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE A CRÈAM YA WIT’ MY RIGHT HAND!” ** Ganker Ransolver walks off with his molten heavyweight championship as the cameraman shuts off his camera. The scene cuts off to black.
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