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Posted by Christian on June 4, 2004, 5:00 pm He watches it carefully... he smiles and looks over to his side. Sitting beside him on the couch is every single snickers bar from inside the candy machine. He flips Dustin's "coin on a string" into his hand. Christian: Christian 1, EcKo 0... Well, really, it's Christian 954 thousand, EcKo minus 42 billion... but, who's really counting? Mr. Thursday Night: You are, obviously. Christian: Of course I am! This guy is a jerk! He'll be singing a different tune once I kick his dirty ass all over the ring tonight... Mr. Thursday Night: Don't get too ahead of yourself, Limpy McSoreRibs. Christian: I'm totally fine! You need to worry about yourself, and that cheater Will Westbrook... or you'll end up just like me. Well, just like me, without the great looks and sparkling personality, that is... **Mr. Thursday Night rolls his eyes. Mr. Thursday Night: Don't worry about me vs. Will Westbrook. We've got a past, and I'm not about to let him beat me again... Christian: Good, because we are the only two of the Jobber Squad that don't have the night off tonight... so, we have to make sure and wrestle TWICE as hard, so to make up for Thermo and Dustin... Mr. Thursday Night: Twice as hard? are you sure about that? Christian: Totally! **Mr. Thursday Night raises his eyebrows, and continues to tape his wrists. Christian: Dude.. EcKo is gonna get himself a serious beating tonight. I can't wait to get him in that ring and make him pay for all those things he said about me, and us and Trish... Mr. Thursday Night: No kidding.. like *I* would really sleep with TRISH. Christian: Dude... what are you saying? Mr. Thursday Night: I don't like Trish. Christian: Am I hearing you right? I don't think so... please, speak up. Mr. Thursday Night: I do NOT like Trish. Christian: Are you saying that you don't like Trish? **Christian's eyes widen in shock. Mr. Thursday Night: Yes, that is what I'm saying. Look, I'm sorry, but... **Christian's eyes soften. Christian: Great! Appology accepted, good buddy! Mr. Thursday Night: But I wasn't really appologizing for not liking... **Christian reaches over and starts digging through the pile of snickers that's sitting beside him. The crinkling of the wrappers disturb MTN's sentance. Christian pulls out a bar, rips the wrapper open, and starts chewing on the chocolate, rather loudly. Christian: Man, I sure do love candy. I can't believe that EcKo would try and use that against me... like, who DOESN'T like candy? I've never met a person who didn't like a good peice of candy... or ten or twenty peices... every once in a while. The fact that he has to use that against me, only shows how dry he's gotten on ideas. Do you know why? Because there's not a damn thing wrong with me! I'm totally awesome! Oh, and here's a little history lesson for EcKo, that European title is MINE. I've been in the WFS before, and they begged and begged for me to renew my contract... *I* held the Euro title before, and I plan on holding it again. Big deal.. EcKo beat Death. Well, Death sucks, and I don't! But to be hoenst with you, Thursday... I couldn't really care less about the European Championship... I didn't ask for this match, I'm not some title hungry greed monkey like that loser Will Westbrook. But, none the less, I'm happy I got the match... do you know why, Thursday? Mr. Thursday Night:..... Christian: Because I HATE EcKo. Like, TOTALLY hate him with every frickin' fiber of my awesome being. I'm pleased as punch to hop into that ring with him tonight and to be the one who FINALLY shuts he's punk-ass mouth for good. And when I'm done, the rest of the WFS superstars will thank me.. Especially Trish... in ways I will not disclose. Heh heh.. Hey, Thursday... remember that beating we gave him for Dustin's plan B-14? Mr. Thursday Night: Heh heh.. how could I forget? CHristian: Well, that's gonna happen to him again. And once again, he's going to become victim of the sheer power of the Jobber Squad! And for the first, and last time... he'll be subject to the TOTAL awesomeness of yours truly, Christian. Then, finally, the WFS will have a European Champion that they can be proud of again... Mr. Thursday Night: Are you done? It's almost showtime... you should be getting ready. **Christian looks at his watch, and maddly stuff the rest of his chocolate bar in his mouth. He rushes towards the lockerroom bathroom, in a hurry to prepair himself...but not before tripping all over his stuff, of course. The scene fades.
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