DullChameleon
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 |  Subject: It's getting hot in herre Tue Jul 02, 2013 11:29 am | |
| Tony: Kaz has got him Bobby. Kaz has got Dolph Ziggler dead to rights. He brings him up and DOWN he goes, Dolph crashes through ANOTHER flaming table. Since he's been in this company, Ziggler has been put through at least four flaming tables. I'd say it was his signature match, except that he keeps losing them.Poor Dolph. How can you be laughing at a time like this Tony? This isn't funny. The man could be badly burned, he might need to be rushed to an intensive burn unit. Stop laughing and have some compassion for the best this company has to offer.Kaz slides out of the ring, leaving Ziggler lying amid the smoldering ruins of a flaming table. He taunts the crowd as he leaves, making the championship sign by doing a discount double check. Medics rush down to the ring to check on Dolph. As they surround Dolph, he struggles to his feet and pushes them away. His hair is singed and his face is covered in ash and cinder. He limps to the ropes and slowly climbs out. The crowd taunts Dolph as he gingerly makes his way to the back. "You got burned. You got burned." Dolph barely glances at the crowd and slinks off into the back.This isn't the Dolph Ziggler we all know and love. I think that he might have had enough with the way he keeps getting screwed over in this company.Screwed over? Bobby, here's a news flash for you, Dolph asked for this match. And, he asked for a few other matches with Kaz as well, each one more brutal than this one. If this match is any indication, it could be a long lead up to the Bash at the Beach for Dolph Ziggler, and I'm not going to be shy about being happy about it. What a great main event for Thunder.On the next episode of Nitro...Looking fresh to death, Dolph is seen walking through the back area as the show comes back from commercial. In his hand is a red plastic gasoline can. He passes Cody's assistant GM and slaps the papers out his hand. Dolph chuckles to himself and continues on. Dolph stares into the camera as he walks and begins speaking.Welcome back to my show WCW universe. I'm sure you're all asking yourselves a few questions at the moment. Like, Dolph, how did you get to be so good looking? Or, Dolph, can I have a shirtless calendar of you for my wife? Or, Dolph, why are you carrying what looks to be a gasoline can? Don't worry wrestling fans, all of these questions will be answered in due time. But, since we have a few minutes before that, let me address the man with all the power, Mr. Cody Rhodes. First, Cody, you put me in a match with Punk, hoping that we'd what, fall apart at the seams like you and Edge, begin fighting with each other and ignore our higher purpose? Well, thanks to a few new friends we all saw how that turned out didn't we? Then you pick up a Giant and a washed up hippie to try and defeat the new power group in WCW at the Great American Bash? Cody, it all reeks of desperation. I know you man. I know what you were, and what you can be again. You're not a desperate man Cody, you're a cold, calculating son of a bitch, and that's what I loved about you. Now, you're just a puppet for these mewling, drooling idiots who continue to overpay for tickets and PPV's just so that they can forget about their own meaningless lives for a few hours. But the real mistake Cody, the thing that pushes me too far, is that in another desperate attempt to tarnish my good name, you purposefully leave me off the Power Rankings this week. And the bitch of it is Cody, is that you were too lazy to even take my beautiful mug off the cover art. You can put me in flaming tables matches Cody. You can pit me against one of my good friends. Hell, you can even disqualify me for putting you through a table.Dolph smiles at the memory.But Cody, I'll be damned if you're going to leave me off the most important list in the wrestling business. People always talk about championships having meaning Cody, about wins and losses, about whether a guy is good on the mic or not. All of that bullshit doesn't matter Cody. What matters to me, to us, to all of the guys in this industry is that Power Ranking list. Daniels may be the WCW champion, but what keeps him awake at night is not losing that title to be in due time, but not being number one on the list. It's all anyone cares about Cody, and you knew that. So you kept me off. You tarnished my name, my reputation, my very being. So Cody, be ready, because I am coming for you. I'm coming for you and when I'm finished with you, you're going to be number one on a new list, a different list: The 'I only wish my life was as good as Stephen Hawking's life because Dolph Ziggler beat me so bad I can only eat through a straw and can't feel anything below my neck' list. And further more Mr. Rhod- Oh wait a minute, we're here. Sorry Cody, this convo will have to wait.Dolph smiles at the camera and looks over to his left. The camera pans over to reveal Kaz's locker room. Dolph holds his hand to the camera as if to say "wait here" and pushes open the door, bringing in the gas can with him. The sounds of sloshing liquid and whistling can be heard from behind the door. A few minutes later, Dolph emerges without the gas can. He leaves the door slightly ajar and leans against the door jamb. He is also wearing a sombrero. Kaz, I don't want to know why you have this weird ass hat in your locker room. Maybe you have a weird fetish for short, fat, heavily moustachioed, mariachi players? Probably better not to ask. Anyhoo, it does afford me the opportunity to provide all the ladies out there with the calendar picture for May. It's Cinco De Mayo ladies, Dolph Ziggler style. Back to the matter at hand. Kaz, you cost me three matches at the Great American Bash, including two championships. You then got lucky and somehow beat me on Thunder by putting me through a flaming table. You singed my hair by the way, and no one Kaz, not even the Lord of the Ring, gets away with messing with these beautiful golden locks. So, I had a bit of a think over the weekend and said to myself, self, how can you even the score against that bastard. And, since I'm one brilliant, evil bastard, I came up with the perfect solution. As it says in the Bible Kaz, an eye for an eye. You put me through a table and singed my hair, gave me third degree burns on my neck? Well, I'm going to burn your shit up. I thought about lighting you on fire for a few minutes, but quickly realized I'd probably get put in prison for that, and unlike you, I don't enjoy large objects anywhere near my ass. So, I came up with this delicious plan instead. See what I do is sneak into your locker room with a large can of gasoline and pour that gas all over everything inside, including, which is really weird, a large framed picture of a man's hand, and I can only assume it's Daniel's, caressing your face. I'll tell you what Kaz, you are one weird ass dude, but that's neither here nor there. Hey, whatever you're into buddy. So I splash gasoline all over your locker room, and then I come out here and - oh wait, we haven't got that far yet. You see Kaz, on Thunder you beat me in the ring, and you might beat me again in our next match. But, while you might win the battle, I'm going to win the war. I did it with Booker T. I did it with the Road Dogg. I did it with Cody, I mean, look at how desperate the man is these days. This is actual live footage of what he is doing right now. Classic narcissist eh Kaz? But I digress. You can come at me with everything you have Kaz, but I've got more in the "tank" than you do my friend. Every match we have is going to be brutal and painful, and I'm going to push you to the brink, and then I'm going to keep pushing. At the end of the day though Kaz, the results don't matter. What matters is that you're going to feel what it's like to lose everything. What it's like to have the world at your fingertips and then have it ripped away from you. With Wimbledon going on at the moment, this feels incredibly appropriate: Kaz, this is Dolph destroying your locker room, and it's game, set, and match.Dolph removes a match from behind his ear and strikes it against the door jamb. It flares into light and he casually tosses it through the barely open door. The match lights the gasoline instantly and the camera can see flames beginning to spurt up. Smoke begins to creep out of the door. Dolph smiles at the camera and tosses the sombrero through the open door.Whoops. By the way, somebody might want to call the fire department, it's going to get pretty hot around here.[Promo closed and ready to be graded] Dolph begins whistling to himself and walks off camera. The camera cuts to commercial as more smoke creeps from under the door and into the hallway. | |
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| | Subject: Re: It's getting hot in herre Thu Jul 04, 2013 3:35 pm | |
| +5 SP to Dolp Zagglur
I really don't think I need to say anything anymore. Are you ever going to make a promos that's not 5 stars? We got a new ImageMaker over here. | |
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