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| Win/Loss Record: | People Used: | People Mentioned | Facing: |
| 1-0-0 | Rage | The Game | The Game (National Title on the line) |
| Rage is in his locker room sitting on his leather couch, he has a channel remote in one hand, and seems to be enjoying himself. He smiles briefly and then presses a button, the TV goes into reverse and Rage hits play. The Game is on the TV along with Trish, they are talking to the Wallace Bros. Rage bends forward and stares at the TV, as he re-watches the promo. The Game is in the middle of speech when Rage pauses the tape. He jumps up and walks up the screen. Rage stands next to the image of The Game, and begins to talk to it. Rage- What makes you different?! What makes you the next big thing? What makes you better than ME!? NOTHING! You’re Not Better, Bigger, or Stronger! You’re nothing but a coward behind that mask! Behind that suit of muscles! And still you think I, of all people, should be worried! Hell! You haven’t even won ONE match here in the CWA! Now, as for me, I won my match for this title. Rage pats the title that rests on his shoulder, and smiles. His focus goes back to the camera, and he begins to yell at the photo one again. Rage- Infact, the only match I lost in was with you as my partner. Now correct me if I am wrong, WHICH I AM NOT, Didn’t you cost us the match? Yes… Yes You did! Now you’re the problem here! I’m not the jobber, YOU ARE! But you said on live Television, that I was the jobber… Look here! Rage presses play on his remote, and the video below being to play once again. The Game begins to talk once again. The Game- …. That I was forced to team with that useless jobber Rage! The video stops once again, and it is still on The Game’s face. Rage smiles a bit, then starts his rant again. Rage- USELESS JOBBER!!? USELESS! JOBBER! I am far from a jobber, you green horn SOB! I am the National Champion, NATIONAL! What are you? NOTHING, NADDA, ZIPO! You’re a no body! You can boast yourself as the Game, but your not playing with all the pieces! I, my friend, have you in checkmate! There is no why of getting out of this tangled web you weaved yourself into! No-No! You’ve got Rage on your case now! And boy old boy it’s not going to be pleasant! Imagine the match with Rowdy Wallace, but just imagine if you did win. Think of the sweet, sweet victory, just winning the World Title in front of thousands, and being watched by millions. Just picture the glory, the fame, the fortune, the shear fact that you are the best. Got that image in your head? Well, Game, KEEP DREAMING! I am going into Friday Night Firefight the National Champion, and coming Out as the National Champion! And wither you like it or not, there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Not all the prep work in the world can help you. Your false accusations, just forget them! You can’t crush my confidence, I AM ON CLOUD NINE! Unlike your sorry ass, you don’t even have half of my assurance! Your cute little number won’t help you with this fight. Telling me that YOU are going to win did nothing! YOU HEAR ME! NOTHING! So Game, if you think you can walk out of Firefight with MY title, you’ve got another thing comin’ my dimwitted friend! Face the facts my friend, the only jobber in MY up coming match is you. And there is no way; I am going to let some Punk without a single victory under his belt beat me! No Way in hell… Rage smiles at the TV for a moment, then quickly grabs the TV and tosses it over his shoulder. The TV hits the ground and the screen shatters. Rage huffs in anger as he kicks at the TV. The camera man backs up a bit and Rage turns to the camera man. Rage- No-No, your not going any where… I am not done… Rage smiles wildly, he slowly creeps up to the camera and stares into it. His voice is almost at a whisper. Rage- Game… I wish you the VERY best of luck… When you’re facing me… It’s hard to think straight... So very hard… But just remember, you’re not going to beat the ever popular Rage, Your not going to beat The off Spring of Xtremity… No, No… Don’t even think of a wild plot to win my gold… It won’t work… Never… Not in a million years… Not even in a billion years… Just face the depressing music of failure. You WILL NEVER BEAT ME! The Camera begins to fade out with Rage just staring at the camera with his piercing eyes just staring. |
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