Post by leoncorella on Nov 5, 2009 5:49:52 GMT -7
[The Camera opened up backstage, just after Death of a Ladies Man. We find Kyle Haden and Kevin Alloy walking away from Leon Corella still in full ring gear, seated on a stretcher. We find the side of his face bruised and swollen. In his hand, he held a thick steak to the side of his scowling, intensely angry face. The Camera zooms in on him while the EMT's put their things away.]
Corella- ....Oh how I wish this was a piece of Mad Cow, but unfortunately, it's just one of his cousins from Iowa...
[...He grumbled a bit...]
....You know, I'm not all that mad about my defeat at the hands of Mad Cow. I kind of deserved it for taking him so lightly. Flash in the pan his gimmick may be, but there is no mistaking that right cross from hell...
[...Corella rubbed the steak against his face, trying to soothe the bruise...]
...You'd think that the chair did this to me, but to be honest, I got this in the first few seconds of the match from just one good shot. For the rest of the match, I didn't even know where the hell I was....
[...He smirked a bit...]
...Mad Cow, I took you lightly, even though I promised myself I wouldn't, and paid the price as I rightfully should have. My apologies. Next time, I will bring you down to your cloven knees...
[...Corella then flung the steak across the room, and leaned forward, glaring through a half swollen shut eye at the camera...]
...however, there is one unforgiven element in all of this. Doug "The Question" Foster. You, friend, have just made the most horrific and terrible error of your life. You attacked the one man who you should never lay hands on...
[...He rose with slow and deliberate care off of the stretcher, moving in towards the camera...]
...I have crippled men for lesser offenses than the one you visited upon me. Watch your back, Foster. You tagged me, and I promise, I'll tag you back with interest...
[...Corella pointed a finger at the camera...]
...You think you know the answer? That you pose the unbeatable query? A threat to the system?
[...He then smiled that dangerous, less often seen wild and psychotic grin...]
...What's funny is, you could have bowled over this entire roster for all I cared. You could have run a cheap shotathon on any and every bastard who ever graced that ramp out there. I wouldn't have given two fucks what you did.
[...Corella then brought that finger to bare upon his own chin...]
...but you just had to go for the most ruthless, violent, and heartless son of a bitch in the entire building didn't you?
[...He lowered that finger and moved in on the camera. Grabbing the camera, Leon pulled it directly in for an extreme close up of his bruised and swollen face...]
...Bitch, I will massacre you. I will destroy you. SCORCHED EARTH MOTHERFUCKER!!! I WILL gently caress YOU UP!!!!
[...The entire scene suddenly went wild as it seemed the camera had been slung by Corella. It lands on it's side to get a shot of him from the rear as he limps off down the hall. Fade to black.]
Corella- ....Oh how I wish this was a piece of Mad Cow, but unfortunately, it's just one of his cousins from Iowa...
[...He grumbled a bit...]
....You know, I'm not all that mad about my defeat at the hands of Mad Cow. I kind of deserved it for taking him so lightly. Flash in the pan his gimmick may be, but there is no mistaking that right cross from hell...
[...Corella rubbed the steak against his face, trying to soothe the bruise...]
...You'd think that the chair did this to me, but to be honest, I got this in the first few seconds of the match from just one good shot. For the rest of the match, I didn't even know where the hell I was....
[...He smirked a bit...]
...Mad Cow, I took you lightly, even though I promised myself I wouldn't, and paid the price as I rightfully should have. My apologies. Next time, I will bring you down to your cloven knees...
[...Corella then flung the steak across the room, and leaned forward, glaring through a half swollen shut eye at the camera...]
...however, there is one unforgiven element in all of this. Doug "The Question" Foster. You, friend, have just made the most horrific and terrible error of your life. You attacked the one man who you should never lay hands on...
[...He rose with slow and deliberate care off of the stretcher, moving in towards the camera...]
...I have crippled men for lesser offenses than the one you visited upon me. Watch your back, Foster. You tagged me, and I promise, I'll tag you back with interest...
[...Corella pointed a finger at the camera...]
...You think you know the answer? That you pose the unbeatable query? A threat to the system?
[...He then smiled that dangerous, less often seen wild and psychotic grin...]
...What's funny is, you could have bowled over this entire roster for all I cared. You could have run a cheap shotathon on any and every bastard who ever graced that ramp out there. I wouldn't have given two fucks what you did.
[...Corella then brought that finger to bare upon his own chin...]
...but you just had to go for the most ruthless, violent, and heartless son of a bitch in the entire building didn't you?
[...He lowered that finger and moved in on the camera. Grabbing the camera, Leon pulled it directly in for an extreme close up of his bruised and swollen face...]
...Bitch, I will massacre you. I will destroy you. SCORCHED EARTH MOTHERFUCKER!!! I WILL gently caress YOU UP!!!!
[...The entire scene suddenly went wild as it seemed the camera had been slung by Corella. It lands on it's side to get a shot of him from the rear as he limps off down the hall. Fade to black.]
