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Post by CM Punk on Oct 18, 2014 17:26:22 GMT
Will CM Punk be angry that one of his cult members wouldn't listen to him? Will there be any interference or will Punk's Cult get the clean win against KENTA and Ziggler? More to the point, what will Mr. Raven think of what happened with KENTA?
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Post by Jack The Ripper on Oct 18, 2014 20:31:25 GMT
*The titantron flickers on, and the camera appears to be hanging from a tree in the middle of the woods. The camera angle is slightly horizontal. It's late at night, there are hundreds of leaves on the floor, and ants crawling in the trees. Jack The Ripper strolls towards the camera, out of the shadows. Leaves crunch under his footsteps, and a crow is heard from above.
JTR: You know, I like walking in the woods. It clears my mind. Helps me think about things. Gives me a chance to focus. I ... am not interested in any of this juvenile behaviour. I ... do not care for Raven, I do not care for his weak pawns, and I do not care for you, Jeff. If you are being mauled by our opponents, I'll watch and laugh. If you hold your hand out, writhing in pain hoping for a tag, I'll enjoy just watching you suffer. I do not care for you, my loyalty lies only with CM Punk, my saviour. My guide. And I need to hurt Raven's pawns for him. I need to do this. I have something to prove. And Jeff, if you cost me my opportunity by losing, then I will hurt you. Bones will be broken and flesh will be torn, Jeff. Watch your back, son.
As for KENTA, and Dolph Ziggler, you are merely stepping stones on my way to the WFL World Heavyweight Championship. And I will step on you. I will watch you burn.
*The camera flickers off.
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Post by Jeff Hardy on Oct 19, 2014 14:58:41 GMT
*The lights turn off in a click. The titantron comes on, with a black background. Jeff Hardy is revealed in the foreground, wearing creepy grey facepaint. He is siting in a chair identical to Jack the Ripper's*
It's funny what you find lying around, isn't it? Jack the Ripper. The demonic, mad man, who will stop at nothing to make sure everyone is dead at his feet. Jack, it doesn't take a psychologist to figure out that we have a mutual dislike for eachother. But Jack, we aren't as different as you first thought, oh no. We both laugh where others scream. We both find joy in other peoples pain and suffering. We both have an equal taste in decor. But Jack, I have something you don't have... Another. You say that you will be watching, as I am mauled, and laugh with joy, when I reach out for a tag, writhing in pain. Jack... Oh demonic, naive Jack. When I get tired tossing around the wrangled carcasses of our opponents, I'll make a simple tag to Willow. Willow... The spiritual entity that lives inside of me. My guidance. CM Punk is there to help control my outbursts with the horrors that come with drugs and alcohol. Willow is my real savior... Willow is the darkness to the light that is now shadowed out. Who do you have Jack? Nobody. You're just a hollow soul, who has been tortured mentally through life, and just has nowhere to go. Jack, I see right through you. You secretly cry for help. Whilst others walk free, you sit aloe in the solitary confinement you call your home, tortured... Broken... Jack, I used to be the charismatic Enigma from Cameron, North Carolina. Buut now, look where I stand? Wait... This is one place that NOBODY knows about! Don't cross me Jack. I said it once, and I'll say it again, I am the ripper of today. I have the powers that no one else can behold. And you will believe that on Monday!
Now Dolph is an example. I don't need CM Punk, or any form of distraction to beat someone. You've had CM Punk with you the whole time, from when you slammed my face into the canvas all those weeks ago. As for Dolph himself... Hello. Remember me? I am the man who stayed true to his word. Dolph, you've met Willow. You know what he can do. Don't make the same mistake thrice, by turning up. Leave your dear partner, KENTA to figure out the powers of the man and his entity that will stand opposite him. KENTA, from what I understand, you have no Pavel Raven. On Monday, you meet the real world. It's horrible! *Laughs sadistically* This time, we all see you, whereas before, you had your head so far up Raven's ass, it was getting cloudy! When you both eat a Swanton Bomb on Monday, it will be like a dagger going through your chest. And Jack? Cult, or no cult, I look forward to the two of us ripping eachother limb from limb before, during and after the match!
*The titantron turns off with a click. The lights then go back to their previous setting*
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