BOBBY BARRATT'S challenger revealed! Swann has some NEWS!
Mar 17, 2019 9:05:30 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Mar 17, 2019 9:05:30 GMT -5
We see the majority owner Brad Swann sitting upon a rich leather chair inside his business suite, somewhere in London, England. He cackles maniacally, a big smirk permanently placed upon his handsome, yet scarred face. He swivels around to face us and cackles some more, he opens his arms up, as if he's about to tell us a tale.
Brad Swann: Well would you look at that... We have a new CW World Heavyweight Champion! *cackling* I told you all it was going to happen! I told you all Jefe was going to leave the venue without the World Heavyweight Championship! I told you all... Viper was going to be the new champion...
He takes a dramatic pause, holding his breath, smiling.
Brad Swann: But I never specified which one.
He claps his hands together, then rubs them like a mad man. He stands up from his seat and grabs a wine glass from off the side, he walks on over to a luxurious white cupboard and pulls out a bottle of wine from the 14th century, pouring it into his glass and swirling it around for affect
Brad Swann: It was always in the works, I played Dylan, manipulated him... I knew he'd never come through on my demands, and so contacted the man who loves to screw over his own son... He wanted to punch me a few weeks before hand? It just added to the sweetness of him being fucked over by his father! He wanted to play edgy-hard-man? He got fucked over! Morale of the story? Dylan Viper got fucked over! And I wouldn't have it any other way...
He takes a sip and swirls it around in his mouth, before walking over to a massive pane glass window and staring out at the sunset below.
Brad Swann: You want to know he else got fucked over?
Swann decides he doesn't like the taste of this vintage wine and opens the window, throwing the glass out into the street below.
Brad Swann: Jefe.
Swann cackles and once more claps his hands together, he shuts the window and heads over to another cabinet.
Brad Swann: Speaking of which, Jefe will soon hold no power in CW once our new champion, Jeffery Viper, sues him out of his ownership! He was promised millions for his appearances on Jefe Wars, and Jefe never followed through! Once more proving Jefe is a deceitful, avaricious, old... LIAR!
Swann pulls out a cigar and lights it.
Brad Swann: Now I'm kind of in a predicament, Jefe has brought in my old mentor Bobby Barratt for the next show and I'm none-too pleased... In fact, I'm furious! But that doesn't change the fact that he is coming. Now at the Nest of a Viper, X-Bone decided to hack one of our cameras and declare a resistance towards the new breed in CW... So I've come up with an idea... I will hire X-Bonez back to CW only if he BEATS the X*Crown Champion Bobby Barratt and brings the nineteen titles to MY company!
He takes a long puff of the cigar.
Brad Swann: That's right. At our next show, live on PPV... We will see Bobby Barratt defend the X*Crown Championship against 'resistance' leader... X-Bonez!
He cackles once more, the cigar in one side of his mouth spewing ash everywhere.
Brad Swann: You don't want to miss it...
Brad Swann: Well would you look at that... We have a new CW World Heavyweight Champion! *cackling* I told you all it was going to happen! I told you all Jefe was going to leave the venue without the World Heavyweight Championship! I told you all... Viper was going to be the new champion...
He takes a dramatic pause, holding his breath, smiling.
Brad Swann: But I never specified which one.
He claps his hands together, then rubs them like a mad man. He stands up from his seat and grabs a wine glass from off the side, he walks on over to a luxurious white cupboard and pulls out a bottle of wine from the 14th century, pouring it into his glass and swirling it around for affect
Brad Swann: It was always in the works, I played Dylan, manipulated him... I knew he'd never come through on my demands, and so contacted the man who loves to screw over his own son... He wanted to punch me a few weeks before hand? It just added to the sweetness of him being fucked over by his father! He wanted to play edgy-hard-man? He got fucked over! Morale of the story? Dylan Viper got fucked over! And I wouldn't have it any other way...
He takes a sip and swirls it around in his mouth, before walking over to a massive pane glass window and staring out at the sunset below.
Brad Swann: You want to know he else got fucked over?
Swann decides he doesn't like the taste of this vintage wine and opens the window, throwing the glass out into the street below.
Brad Swann: Jefe.
Swann cackles and once more claps his hands together, he shuts the window and heads over to another cabinet.
Brad Swann: Speaking of which, Jefe will soon hold no power in CW once our new champion, Jeffery Viper, sues him out of his ownership! He was promised millions for his appearances on Jefe Wars, and Jefe never followed through! Once more proving Jefe is a deceitful, avaricious, old... LIAR!
Swann pulls out a cigar and lights it.
Brad Swann: Now I'm kind of in a predicament, Jefe has brought in my old mentor Bobby Barratt for the next show and I'm none-too pleased... In fact, I'm furious! But that doesn't change the fact that he is coming. Now at the Nest of a Viper, X-Bone decided to hack one of our cameras and declare a resistance towards the new breed in CW... So I've come up with an idea... I will hire X-Bonez back to CW only if he BEATS the X*Crown Champion Bobby Barratt and brings the nineteen titles to MY company!
He takes a long puff of the cigar.
Brad Swann: That's right. At our next show, live on PPV... We will see Bobby Barratt defend the X*Crown Championship against 'resistance' leader... X-Bonez!
He cackles once more, the cigar in one side of his mouth spewing ash everywhere.
Brad Swann: You don't want to miss it...