Post by dragon on Mar 27, 2016 2:11:39 GMT -5
The streets of Chicago are covered in filith and grime as Psycho Dragons walks around.
Psycho Dragon- At SLAM the World saw what the skills are of the Psycho Dragon as I laid Griffin out cold with a simple little curb stomp. How does WCF reward me by putting me in the opener of Explosion against Raymond Hatcher, Bad News Benson, Nagasaki, Emeka Nnamani, Warbird, Lucious Starr, and Griffin. Damn Mr. Lerch must hate seven useless pieces of garbage. Well you know what Mr.Lerch I just happen to feel like kicking teeth in this week. I want it all and what better way to shorten the path than to take out seven members of the WCF roster.
Psycho Dragon sits down on a bus stop bench and pulls out a cigar and lites it up.
Psycho Dragon- The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher, so promising when you first stepped into the WCF but such a huge disappointment. Once you where fighting over the United States championship and now your fighting for your contract. Hell you even got took under the wing of one of WCF's tag team superstars and you failed that one too. When are you going to live up to the hype Raymond? Raymond you where served WCF on a platter and you've done nothing with it. You should step away all ready and leave the professional wrestling to me.
Psycho Dragon continues to puff away.
Psycho Dragon- What can I say about Bad News Benson, bye Felicia.
Psycho Dragon stands up and looks around.
Psycho Dragon- Nagasaki I'm going to stick you like a keg of beer and throw a kegger party right in Chicago. You fat slob have no business being in public let alone in a professional wrestling ring. I'm going to have so much fun running circles around your fat ass you'll vomit and ask for more fat bitch. Good God is there anyone in this match besides me worth the oxygen they breath.
Psycho Dragon starts walking down the street puffing away on his cigar.
Psycho Dragon- That brings me to the black cock sucker herself Emeka Nnamani. The concept of professional wrestling is to beat the living hell out of whoever is in the ring with you and walk out with your hand raised in victory you raging sword swaller. He deem yourself a poet but you spew nothing but cock and balls. In the ring poetry gets you killed, just ask Lanny Poffo. The national guard or the royal guard can not help you when you look into these eyes. I'm the closetest think to poetry in the ring honey. Your blonde locks shall be white as the fear hits you smack dab in the mouth.
Psycho Dragon sees a group of underage kids running around smoking.
Psycho Dragon- See this right here is why the United States of America is going to hell in a hand basket. These a children who worship at the alter of Warbird I'm sure. Well Warbird I'm the Dragon and dragons smoke birds. Maybe I can find some Angie Mamma to fry your ass up for me after Explosion ends. Sure your don't give a fuck ass would taste great with some hot sauce and a ice cold glass of milk. I still haven't forgot how you ran like a little bitch a few weeks ago like you where a member of BeachKrew.
Psycho Dragons throws his cigar on the ground.
Psycho Dragon- Lucious Starr the man who thinks he is main event, please bitch I'd rather watch paint dry. Your skills are weaker than Wade Moore's chin. Maybe you should just quit and start at the 7-11 already. Your not even worth being on the warm up match.
Psycho Dragon kneels down.
Psycho Dragon- Don't worry Griffin I haven't forgotten about you, but you can't say the same thing can you. The head still hurting? Curb Stomps hurts don't it? Gabriel Torres told you last week good guys aka heroes don't win in this world or any world for that matter. Welcome to the Era of the Dragon boys, now fasten your seat belts cause it's going to be a very bumpy ride bitches.
Psycho Dragon- At SLAM the World saw what the skills are of the Psycho Dragon as I laid Griffin out cold with a simple little curb stomp. How does WCF reward me by putting me in the opener of Explosion against Raymond Hatcher, Bad News Benson, Nagasaki, Emeka Nnamani, Warbird, Lucious Starr, and Griffin. Damn Mr. Lerch must hate seven useless pieces of garbage. Well you know what Mr.Lerch I just happen to feel like kicking teeth in this week. I want it all and what better way to shorten the path than to take out seven members of the WCF roster.
Psycho Dragon sits down on a bus stop bench and pulls out a cigar and lites it up.
Psycho Dragon- The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher, so promising when you first stepped into the WCF but such a huge disappointment. Once you where fighting over the United States championship and now your fighting for your contract. Hell you even got took under the wing of one of WCF's tag team superstars and you failed that one too. When are you going to live up to the hype Raymond? Raymond you where served WCF on a platter and you've done nothing with it. You should step away all ready and leave the professional wrestling to me.
Psycho Dragon continues to puff away.
Psycho Dragon- What can I say about Bad News Benson, bye Felicia.
Psycho Dragon stands up and looks around.
Psycho Dragon- Nagasaki I'm going to stick you like a keg of beer and throw a kegger party right in Chicago. You fat slob have no business being in public let alone in a professional wrestling ring. I'm going to have so much fun running circles around your fat ass you'll vomit and ask for more fat bitch. Good God is there anyone in this match besides me worth the oxygen they breath.
Psycho Dragon starts walking down the street puffing away on his cigar.
Psycho Dragon- That brings me to the black cock sucker herself Emeka Nnamani. The concept of professional wrestling is to beat the living hell out of whoever is in the ring with you and walk out with your hand raised in victory you raging sword swaller. He deem yourself a poet but you spew nothing but cock and balls. In the ring poetry gets you killed, just ask Lanny Poffo. The national guard or the royal guard can not help you when you look into these eyes. I'm the closetest think to poetry in the ring honey. Your blonde locks shall be white as the fear hits you smack dab in the mouth.
Psycho Dragon sees a group of underage kids running around smoking.
Psycho Dragon- See this right here is why the United States of America is going to hell in a hand basket. These a children who worship at the alter of Warbird I'm sure. Well Warbird I'm the Dragon and dragons smoke birds. Maybe I can find some Angie Mamma to fry your ass up for me after Explosion ends. Sure your don't give a fuck ass would taste great with some hot sauce and a ice cold glass of milk. I still haven't forgot how you ran like a little bitch a few weeks ago like you where a member of BeachKrew.
Psycho Dragons throws his cigar on the ground.
Psycho Dragon- Lucious Starr the man who thinks he is main event, please bitch I'd rather watch paint dry. Your skills are weaker than Wade Moore's chin. Maybe you should just quit and start at the 7-11 already. Your not even worth being on the warm up match.
Psycho Dragon kneels down.
Psycho Dragon- Don't worry Griffin I haven't forgotten about you, but you can't say the same thing can you. The head still hurting? Curb Stomps hurts don't it? Gabriel Torres told you last week good guys aka heroes don't win in this world or any world for that matter. Welcome to the Era of the Dragon boys, now fasten your seat belts cause it's going to be a very bumpy ride bitches.
