Post by Edward Sands on Nov 22, 2010 20:28:48 GMT -5
“So that’s how it’s going to be now? Guess I can’t really complain right. I mean hell didn’t I beat you Lance because of some shit hole Japanese Tag Team attacking you and your brother in the ring during our match a few weeks back. So should I be mad that your backstage friend Mr. Donkey Ass decided to hit me with some piece of shit championship belt? Or should I be mad that you attacked me again after the match in a double team fashion? Can’t really complain about that either can I seeing as I did it to Max right?”
Ed scratches his chin for a second.
“The difference is Lance, I didn’t need help to drop Whitman. I didn’t ask for help to beat you and your brother which I know damn well I can do…and this week I didn’t ask to be teamed with Max Whitman and Jackass Morgan. See what I’m mad about Lance is that each week the management around here seems to think I’m going to be the Mr. Good-guy this company needs. They seem to think I’m just going to put my problems aside and work along with Morgan and Whitman to beat your sorry asses from one end of Canada to the other.”
Sands starts to smile.
“Problem with that is…I don’t have any intention on playing nice with those guys. So that leaves me with kind of a situation doesn’t it? Leaves me backed into a corner right? I have the ALA across the ring wanting to fight me…and I have two men watching my back that I can’t…and won’t trust. So what does this mean for me? I could go and make the bold claim that I’ll just take on all five of you and win the match myself, but let’s face it…that would be a little hard for anyone to buy into. However I do have one other trick up my sleeve.”
Ed reaches into his pocket pulling out his cell phone as he holds it up to the camera.
“Maybe it’s time the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling world met my own personal army. Maybe it’s time I call in a few favors I’ve built up over the years and make sure things go down the way I want them too. Lance this week I will pin you in the center of this ring, that‘s a promise. Max and Morgan. Stay clear of me, and I won‘t have to ruin the match the suits around here want to push being you two for the championship, then when that‘s done and over Max we have unfinished business between the two of us…and as for MULE, I’ll give you this as a warning. Stay back in this match, watch what I do to your two little buddies…because you attacked me, which now puts you as my number one target. That is if you have the balls to face me in a situation where it's just you and me with no chance of outside help to save your ass. But if not, then I'll take you on in any style match you would like...cause with the people I'll have watching my back after this week, not even with the whole EHW roster helping you would you be able to stop me. Don't make me wait too long MULE."
Sands flips the phone open as he starts to dial a number and we fade to black.