| **Trigger is backstage, hyped and angry next to Matt Jennings, who is interviewing him. Trigger also holds a long, black lead pipe that is resting on his shoulder.**
Matt-" Well, Trigger. Last Sunday was one hell of a night for you. You lost not one, but both titles at Eternal Damnation. And tonight, you face an old foe WITHOUT the presense of you brother. What is your thoughts about that?"
Trigger-"What are my thoughts? What the hell do you think my thoughts are? Im pissed! Pissed enougth to hit a perfectly innocent interviewer with this here lead pipe, so I suggest you shut your mouth promtly, and listen to what I have to say. Firstly, as far as Dragon and Deliah go, I am happy for them. Im glad they are becoming succesful in this federation. And who else to gain a win over? The most domanate Tag Team in this bussniess. But that win was only because of my second point. Which would be some sad news regardings my brother. Sunday night, he suffered major injuries. A large concussion, a broken collar bone, a broken back. It was horrible, and unfortunatley, his retirement was imminent And so, the legacy of my brother was ended, dropping DQ's ranks down to just four. Shortly afterwards, another shocker... I had heard rumors and stayed in close touch with this man during his off time. He said he was comming back wth a bang. And after I won the World Championship, he fell out of touch. I should have known. And then, Mr. B, that ICW bastard comes over here, and signs the match of me versus the "Mystery Man." The mystery man odviously being none other than Crazzzy Gerard... Now, Gerard. I wonder, is getting to the top so important, that youll stab your own man in the back? Apparently it is. But thats alright, G. You see, you made one mistake on sunday. You didn't finish me off after you pinned me. You should have... because payback is a bitch. And none other but me and my lead pipe will make sure you get the extent of that lesson!
Which brings me to my opponent tonight, Nightmare. Ever since the Terror Congregation came to this place, ive been a very, very uneasy person. No, not from fear as they may want to think. But just that stench that Reaper would carry around with him as he talked his trash. The man smell like a skunk that farted in Nightmare's large ass, than died, that revived, and died again. I was more than happy when he left. And when Fujie tried to go solo, he relized that he just couldn't make it with the likes of myself always around, and he soon dispersed as well. Next was Jeromy Dale, and Mr. D. They both high-tailed it home as soon as DQ pointed our guns there way. Those pusses wouldn't even stand a chance if I could fight them again. The lone survivor of DQ's little stable crusade was Nightmare, who has been dwindeling on the edge of success and failure ever since the group was destroyed. He said he would stay and fight it out to the end. He's got balls for saying such, but the smartest thing he could do now is leave like is bretheren. Because, Nightmare, I am a very angry man. An angry man, who has made a new friend. Meet my pipe. You see, our match tonight to me is not just another win, its going to be another beating. Because if I know Gerard, he is going to be no where near the arena tonight. So you are his succesful substitute. And for your hate for DQ? Your gonna hate us alot more when your sucking on the end of this lead right here. Our match will be one on one, with no title at hand. I am a man with nothing to lose, A man who dosen't like DQ's oppressors. So it is you who I hope will be well enougth to sleep tonight, because I am about to inflict a little Nightmare of my own. |
