SLUT?!!!? oh HELL no! (Wallace, Hondo ment.)

[KAVEEKS]

*Belle's music hits the speakers, and The Three come walking down the ramp to the sound of thunderous boooo's from the audience! Belle walks in front, with Kunk and Arsenal slightly behind on either side in a flying "V". When they get into the ring, Belle raises the mic to her lips*


Belle: Where are all my BEAUTY MARKS!!!!!

*The crowd responds with a loud BOOO followed by a "slut" chant*

Belle: Oh..... Ok! So I'm a slut now huh? Is that what you call an invinci-BELLE dominating Female presence such as myself? The Event OMEGA! The be-all end-all of wrestling!!!: A slut?! Well that's fine because I know that you're all just jealous!!! Whenever you see someone doing what it takes to get to the top, Something you pathetic losers can't even phathom, you want to shoot 'em down!!! Well all you bastards better just get used to it because I'm here to stay, and now it's MY TIME!!!

*crowd booo's loudly again, and continues the slut chant even louder. Belle tosses the mic to Kunk*

Belle: Kunk, shut them up.

*Kunk raises his mechanical Right Hand Of Doom and it transforms into a huge metallic cannon of some type! He aims it towards the cowd and fires a giant flaming blast which echos throughout the arena, and blows a huge hole in the wall barely missing the audience members*

Kunk: next person that says "slut" gets him, and the 20 people sitting around him, blown the fuck up.

*kunk pauses, and all that's heard is a few crickets*

Kunk: That's what I thought!

Arsenal: NOW you all see what you're up against!!! We cannot be beaten!!! How does it feel now Hondo to be my little blue smurfett BITCH!!! This is what happens when you cross the Three; this is what happens when anyone gets in Her way!

Kunk: And lets not forget about my friend Chris Wallace, the supposed OCW world Champion *Kunk laughs heartily* Lets get one thing straight fat boy: I don't want your belt, or should I say her belt *points at Belle* All I want is to prove to you that you're nothing! And so far, I think I've done a hell of a job in doing just that. So what I want to know now is: What's next for us? What's next there big boy? At the ppv, what do you want? How do you want me to humiliate you next? Do you want a bloodbath match? Do want the electric barbed wire death cage? Do you want the pool of chocolate syrup? How bout a thumb wrestling match, where the loser gets his damn thumb cut off and jammed up his ass. Whatever the hell you want, its on, and you can continue with your never-ending quest to conquer your greatest fear. When I'm done with you, you'll have absolutely nothing left for when the Event Omega comes knocking at your door.... And then you'll truly learn what fear is.


*Kunk waits for a reply*

[The Chupster]

ROTFL!!!

*Kunk raises his mechanical Right Hand Of Doom and it transforms into a huge metallic cannon of some type! He aims it towards the cowd and fires a giant flaming blast which echos throughout the arena, and blows a huge hole in the wall barely missing the audience members*

Kunk: next person that says "slut" gets him, and the 20 people sitting around him, blown the fuck up.

*kunk pauses, and all that's heard is a few crickets*

Kunk: That's what I thought!


ROTFL!!

[Shandy]

Kunk, Belle and Arsenal lose their patience.

Kunk: "I thought so... Chris Wallace learned to fear me. He learned that I..."[/color]

"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath blasts through the speakers and cuts Kunk off. Chris Wallace and Jen Douglas come out onto the stage to the cheers of the fans. Wallace gets a mic from a stage hand.

Wallace: "Shut it, Terminator/Tranformer Kunk! You really think I am scared of YOU? Alright you beat me everytime so far that's right but that doesn't put fear into me. You saw your arm off? So what? I don't give a fuck to be honest. You're nothing more than a sick fuck if you ask me. Yeah your team won at Overdrive but face the facts Walker and Hondo were no big help to me and I lasted 15 minutes against you, Smurf Boy and that Slut of yours!"[/color]

The crowd starts a "Slut" chant again as they seem to lose their fear of Kunk now that Wallace is there.

Wallace: "You want me to choose a match for Backwoods Asskickin. That's fine by me. You don't want my belt. That's fine by me too. You want that slut to get my belt. That's not gonna happen!
Let's put this simple. At the PPV you and me in a normal singles match. No caskets, steel cages or any stupid things. Man vs man. So what you say, Robocop?"[/color]

Wallace stands tall on the stage waiting for Kunk's answer.

[KAVEEKS]

KUnk: Not afraid of me?! What is this bloody nincompoopery?! Do You like being a liar? With pants constantly on fire?! I know you SHOULDN'T be afraid of me when compared to what else is standing in this ring, but if you think for one second that anyone in this arena believes that you're not - then you are living in a happy little world of make believe my friend! Where fairies and fruitpies prance happily down the chocolate covered sidewalk! The sphere Klown doesn't screw around with fantasy! He lives in REALITY bub!!!

*He lowers his Right Hand of Destruction, and the enourmous barrel of his transformed arm cannon whizzes and smokes*

Kunk: And the reality of the situation is plain as DAY! You are terrified! That's why you always fail. And so now you think that by having a regular match with no special stipulations and no interference will ease your fear enough so that you might be able to pull off a narrow victory. Well I'm sorry to continue to shine the horrific uncomprimising light of reality on your dark and gloomy fantasy world, but the truth is that I am just as dangerous in a normal match as I am in any other fancy bells and whistles match. So you got it champ - just you and me, no interference, no count out, no DQ! No one leaves that ring unsure of who the better man is! I'll see you sunday night!

*Kunk quickly raises his still transformed cannon Arm, points it into the crowd and fires!!! Before anyone could even realize what just happened, about 20 people were erased from existence!!! Another large hole is made in the arena and now much of the audience is running around in panic: Blood and limbs are scattered around the schorched hole of destruction*

KUnk: And didn't I fucking say that you folks would be blown the fuck up if I hear another slut chant?! Well you people need to read the back of your entrance tickets a little more closely next time.

*What the Hell? The camera zooms into the back of an OCW event ticket and it reads: "Safety is not gauranteed. Upon entrance into the arena, patron agrees that OCW or any of it's affilitates can not be held responsible for any bodily harm suffered by the ticketholder during the show if sufficient warning was given." *

Kunk: sufficient warning was given!!!!!