Post by Spike Kane on Jan 17, 2018 23:27:40 GMT -5
*Suddenly a cough is heard and "The Franchise" turns around to see Spike Kane staring at him with his arms folded. Spike Kane is wearing his trademark skate shoes, camo cut-off shorts with an XHF t-shirt and his zip up CKY hoodie. He glares at Shane Douglas whilst running a hand through his spiked hair*
Spike: So. Shane Douglas. The oh so mighty Franchise. I'm sure I distinctivly heard you say something along the lines of you having intelligence.
*Spike chuckles to himself*
Spike: Then surely if you had ANY intelligence at all you'd know not to try and screw with Cosmo. You see not only would Cosmo out wrestle you, out style you, out think you and just plainly out class you. He's also got back up from one of the most dangerous men to EVER step into a ring, and....even outside the ring. Shane Douglas. You talk a load of horse crap about how your this and how your that. Cosmo has the edge over you anyday! The fans love Cosmo....
*A roar of approval can be heard from the crowd out at ringside*
Spike: The women like Cosmo....
*Screams from the crowd*
Spike: Even this little lady here, she likes Cosmo, don't ya momma?
*The woman blushes and giggles. Spike slips her a piece of paper*
Spike: Cosmos number, courtesy of The Spiked One. But ANYWAY! Back to this huge chunk of retardness known as Shane Douglas.
*Spike looks Shane Douglas up and down. Anger is showing clearly in Shane Douglas' face*
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry shane. I guess I should apologise? Apologise for ruining the ending to you "oh so interesting" promo about how your gonna get your own ass handed to you in a paper bag by the seventeen year old whizz kid known as Cosmo! That's it Shane, maybe I should....
*Spike grins, looks up to shane, and then glares coldly*
Spike: ...or maybe I shouldn't!!
*Spike stares cold and hard*
Spike: You see shane Douglas, I was quite happy to stand by idly and watch Cosmo take the hits you dish out, and return them four times fold. But I got annoyed. You see you Shane Douglas....your like a bad smell. You just won't go away! Everytime I turn around there's this waft of stench and I see you there, ranting and raving trying to play your little peadophilic mind games on Cosmo, which wouldn't work on a turkey. Infact, you like a bad smelling boomerang. Everytime you get chucked away we can breathe for a few seconds and then there's that stench again.
*Spike cracks his neck*
Spike: That is all you are Douglas. A bad smelling boomerang who can't wrestle or cut a promo for a tin of beans. You suck Douglas, and I wanted to be the first person to tell you that, and to your face. That's one thing I'm good for, no fear Shane. When you've wrestled as long as I have, won and held as many World Heavyweight Titles as I have, then maybe I'll think something of you, but untill then. Your even more worthless than the piece of shit I stood in walking into the arena earlier today.
*Spike goes nose to nose with Douglas*
Spike: Shane Douglas, you annoy me so much that if the beating you get off Cosmo isn't good enough for you, then The Spiked One will step up to the plate and give you a beating you'll never.....EEEEEEEEEEEVER!!! Forget!!
*Spike grins at Douglas and narrows his eyes. He then winks to the woman and begins to walk off*
Spike: So. Shane Douglas. The oh so mighty Franchise. I'm sure I distinctivly heard you say something along the lines of you having intelligence.
*Spike chuckles to himself*
Spike: Then surely if you had ANY intelligence at all you'd know not to try and screw with Cosmo. You see not only would Cosmo out wrestle you, out style you, out think you and just plainly out class you. He's also got back up from one of the most dangerous men to EVER step into a ring, and....even outside the ring. Shane Douglas. You talk a load of horse crap about how your this and how your that. Cosmo has the edge over you anyday! The fans love Cosmo....
*A roar of approval can be heard from the crowd out at ringside*
Spike: The women like Cosmo....
*Screams from the crowd*
Spike: Even this little lady here, she likes Cosmo, don't ya momma?
*The woman blushes and giggles. Spike slips her a piece of paper*
Spike: Cosmos number, courtesy of The Spiked One. But ANYWAY! Back to this huge chunk of retardness known as Shane Douglas.
*Spike looks Shane Douglas up and down. Anger is showing clearly in Shane Douglas' face*
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry shane. I guess I should apologise? Apologise for ruining the ending to you "oh so interesting" promo about how your gonna get your own ass handed to you in a paper bag by the seventeen year old whizz kid known as Cosmo! That's it Shane, maybe I should....
*Spike grins, looks up to shane, and then glares coldly*
Spike: ...or maybe I shouldn't!!
*Spike stares cold and hard*
Spike: You see shane Douglas, I was quite happy to stand by idly and watch Cosmo take the hits you dish out, and return them four times fold. But I got annoyed. You see you Shane Douglas....your like a bad smell. You just won't go away! Everytime I turn around there's this waft of stench and I see you there, ranting and raving trying to play your little peadophilic mind games on Cosmo, which wouldn't work on a turkey. Infact, you like a bad smelling boomerang. Everytime you get chucked away we can breathe for a few seconds and then there's that stench again.
*Spike cracks his neck*
Spike: That is all you are Douglas. A bad smelling boomerang who can't wrestle or cut a promo for a tin of beans. You suck Douglas, and I wanted to be the first person to tell you that, and to your face. That's one thing I'm good for, no fear Shane. When you've wrestled as long as I have, won and held as many World Heavyweight Titles as I have, then maybe I'll think something of you, but untill then. Your even more worthless than the piece of shit I stood in walking into the arena earlier today.
*Spike goes nose to nose with Douglas*
Spike: Shane Douglas, you annoy me so much that if the beating you get off Cosmo isn't good enough for you, then The Spiked One will step up to the plate and give you a beating you'll never.....EEEEEEEEEEEVER!!! Forget!!
*Spike grins at Douglas and narrows his eyes. He then winks to the woman and begins to walk off*