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Post by The Legendary Phil on Jan 13, 2009 19:24:13 GMT -6
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Post by return? on Jan 13, 2009 23:42:27 GMT -6
(The setting opens in the office of Reaves Inc, where we see Rude sitting at his desk watching the recent Havoc interview on Youtube. As Havoc accepts Rude's offer, Rude's eyes and smile lights up like the Grinch who Stole Christmas when he came up with an evil scheme. Suddenly, Rude opens up his email browser and starts up another email to travbar49er@gmail.com. Rude is typing away, and we hear what he is typing through telepathy or whatever...)
Rude: Dear Havoc, You have made a very wise decision. I will personally hand deliver you your check at ringside this Wednesday night. Those other guys won't know what hit them. As for offering up Mikey and Delilah... I might just give you a bonus. You won't regret this. As for your comments about Steve... I wouldn't worry about Steve. Steve is perfectly capable of becoming the next Southern Heritage Champion, even if he has to clean his boots off on Nick Zildjan like a doormat. Ta ta, Rude.
(Rude hits send and starts rubbing his hands together like Scrooge getting 3 cherrys on a slot machine.)
Rude: Mikey, Delilah, you two are in for a rough night. Once the ring is cleared for Steve to exterminate the two of you, you won't even make it to Wargames. If in fact you make it to Wargames, I promise you this... you are in for a rude awakening. The tables are about to turn back on you Alpha Frauds... at Hog Heaven, the Alpha will suddenly turn into the Omega... as for that idiot, Alex Crowe... I can see clearly why The FOE doesn't like you. You sire are a DUH DUH REEEEEE-TARD! Lookin like you are some white gangsta with your McDonalds cooking net on, no shirt and sleeveless jacket on... you look like you should be in the gay bar with The Village People for the YMCA reunion tour. Get a life, tard. If you want to get involved with Reaves Inc all of a sudden, it's okay... we'll enjoy helping The FOE put your lame ass out for good. You'll be flatter than a pancake, Drifter last week and Tammy Lynn Sytch on a crack benge. Get in my way... I dare you, jerk.
(Estoy al fin)
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