Post by The Briscoes (T) on Jun 3, 2012 18:38:15 GMT -5
Standing in the middle of the ring, Mark Briscoe is pacing back and forth with a mic in his hand. Close by is his brother Jay, who is standing still clapping sarcastically.
Congratulations Zack Ryder. You managed to get a shot at one half of the greatest tag teams to ever grace the squared circle. You have earned yourself a place in history.
Stopping with the clapping Jay pulls out his own mic.
That's right Ryder but before your head gets too big to fit through a doorway let me tell you what you've really earned. I'm sure your sitting around with your feet up all puffed up and full of yourself thinking about how damn good you are. You'll talk and say all the things that people expect to hear but inside that little empty head of yours you'll be thinking that beating Mark Briscoe will be just another day in the park...after all, you're Zack Ryder right?
Mark's face twists into a dangerous expression and he points a finger into the camera as Jay steps up next to him.
Wrong you miserable piece of tampon string. While the management of DHWA may think you deserve a shot at me...what you have really EARNED is the biggest, longest and most painful ass whipping in the history of ass whippings. What you have really EARNED is a beating so bad that every redneck in the entire country will quit hitting his wife long enough to go, "DAMN". What you have EARNED is heights of ass whipp-ed-ness that are so far off the charts that your gonna be the first son of a bitch in history to know what male childbirth would feel like.
Turning to face Mark, Jay looks slighly puzzled.
Did you just say...ass whipp-ed-ness?
Looking at his brother, Mark gets in his face and snarls.
You're damn right I did. I'm going to beat that sanctimonious, dicksicle so bad that I had to make up a new word for it.
Smiling for a moment, Jay rolls his eyes.
He ain't elequont...but he's absolutely right.
Jay's expression turns hard as stone as he addresses the camera and Mark takes over the pacing behind him.
Zack Ryder, this week you step foot in the ring one half of the meanest and most decorated teg teams in the history of this sport. That's bad news for you son. While you run around playing pretty boy and posting crap on the internet, my brother and I have been whipping asses all over the world. Hell boy, I know what my brother can do in that ring Ryder and I gotta tell you....even I almost feel sorry for you. So Ryder, you best take a whole lot of pretty boy pictures for the web before this match cause when it's over you ain't never gonna be the same. Not ever.
Mark steps forward and smiles with a visious and a toothy grin.
You think you can whip my ass Ryder...come on and let's find out.
Mark's eyes are blazing as he continues.
Show up at Friday Night Massacre boy and come get what you've EARNED...and I can promise you one thing...it ain't gonna be a victory. See you there and you best be ready cause this fuckin' redneck is gonna straight up whip that ass of yours.
Jay steps forward and finishes in a voice nearly dripping venom.
And that's a guaren-damn-tee.
Congratulations Zack Ryder. You managed to get a shot at one half of the greatest tag teams to ever grace the squared circle. You have earned yourself a place in history.
Stopping with the clapping Jay pulls out his own mic.
That's right Ryder but before your head gets too big to fit through a doorway let me tell you what you've really earned. I'm sure your sitting around with your feet up all puffed up and full of yourself thinking about how damn good you are. You'll talk and say all the things that people expect to hear but inside that little empty head of yours you'll be thinking that beating Mark Briscoe will be just another day in the park...after all, you're Zack Ryder right?
Mark's face twists into a dangerous expression and he points a finger into the camera as Jay steps up next to him.
Wrong you miserable piece of tampon string. While the management of DHWA may think you deserve a shot at me...what you have really EARNED is the biggest, longest and most painful ass whipping in the history of ass whippings. What you have really EARNED is a beating so bad that every redneck in the entire country will quit hitting his wife long enough to go, "DAMN". What you have EARNED is heights of ass whipp-ed-ness that are so far off the charts that your gonna be the first son of a bitch in history to know what male childbirth would feel like.
Turning to face Mark, Jay looks slighly puzzled.
Did you just say...ass whipp-ed-ness?
Looking at his brother, Mark gets in his face and snarls.
You're damn right I did. I'm going to beat that sanctimonious, dicksicle so bad that I had to make up a new word for it.
Smiling for a moment, Jay rolls his eyes.
He ain't elequont...but he's absolutely right.
Jay's expression turns hard as stone as he addresses the camera and Mark takes over the pacing behind him.
Zack Ryder, this week you step foot in the ring one half of the meanest and most decorated teg teams in the history of this sport. That's bad news for you son. While you run around playing pretty boy and posting crap on the internet, my brother and I have been whipping asses all over the world. Hell boy, I know what my brother can do in that ring Ryder and I gotta tell you....even I almost feel sorry for you. So Ryder, you best take a whole lot of pretty boy pictures for the web before this match cause when it's over you ain't never gonna be the same. Not ever.
Mark steps forward and smiles with a visious and a toothy grin.
You think you can whip my ass Ryder...come on and let's find out.
Mark's eyes are blazing as he continues.
Show up at Friday Night Massacre boy and come get what you've EARNED...and I can promise you one thing...it ain't gonna be a victory. See you there and you best be ready cause this fuckin' redneck is gonna straight up whip that ass of yours.
Jay steps forward and finishes in a voice nearly dripping venom.
And that's a guaren-damn-tee.
