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DUKE AND CORVUS ARE BOTH GETTING THEIR <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> ASSES EQUALLY KICKED AT THE MOMENT AND
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03-27-2015, 10:49 PM

It's a calm sight inside of the Amalie Arena where the stage is fully constructed and has gone untouched for the past couple of hours. It likely that the workers wrapped things up shortly after lunch and cut out for the day. Everything in the arena is still, like an art exhibit, which is always strange to see when you're used to hearing the roaring crowd and seeing the athleticism that takes place in the ring. The design of the stage setup isn't as excessive as most themed shows. The massive X-Tron overlooks the entrance tunnel and is flanked by two banners. On one banner are the mugshots of the unusual team of "Dimourdow" and Unknown Soldier. On the other is the equally unusual team of Ricky Desmond and Peter Gilmour. If we go down the ramp and head towards ringside, we'll find a glass case which will eventually house the Lethal Lottery briefcase. We focus our attention on the stands which 20 thousand fans will file into tomorrow night. For now though it's only Dimallisher/Dim Gilmourdow/Dimourdow, whatever he's going by lately, and his manager John Madison. John is in a chair with his feet kicked up on a guardrail. He's eating a tostada and smoking a cigarette while he watches Dim run up and down the stairs. Next to John is Dim's baby; whatever the fuck it is. I don't believe the gender or name has been disclosed. For now it's just "Dim's fucking baby."

John Madison: "Are you sure that you don't want a tostada? I bought two, Dim."

Dim: "No! I don't want that wetback shit!"

The "wetback shit" that Dim is referring to is the garbage from Taco Bell that John is filling his pie hole with. I mean that literally too because there's a good chance that John fished it out of a garbage can behind the restaurant.

John Madison: "Oh come on, Dim. This is an American company we're talking about here. I didn't go to Mexico to get this delicious treat."

Dim: "I'm busy right now!"

John Madison: "Yeah, I guess you are. You've been at it for over an hour now. I haven't seen you train this hard since the Special Olympics."

Dim finally comes to a stopping point as he looks down at his Micky Mouse wrist watch.

Dim: "I guess you are right. I'll take five but then I'm goin' back to exercisin'."

John Madison: "I'm getting tired of looking after your kid too."

Dim: "It's only been five minutes, John! Earlier you had a custodian watchin' em'. He was pushin' my baby around in a God damn mop bucket."

John Madison: "Well, your kid is clean now. That's all that matters. I checked to make sure that the janitor had his CPR card too. Come on, I don't even know CPR. I paid him in bean burritos too."

Dim: "Well, it just ain't right to be handin' my kid off like that! You're my manager, you should be helpin' me with my child now that Sandy is gone!"

Dim is referring to Sandy Smith; his four hundred pound ex-wife and baby's mama who was recently murdered by Unknown Soldier.

John Madison: "Hey, it's not my fault! I told you morons that we shouldn't have gone to Satan's Hotel or whatever it was. You didn't listen to me so now Sandy is dead!"

Dim: "And your baby too, right?"

John Madison: "Dim, I told you that woman was crazy. I did not impregnate her!"

Dim: "Her dying words were that you forced yourself inside of her, unprotected."

John Madison: "That's what they all say, Dim! You can't trust these women. She was ready to make a pact with Satan and Unknown Soldier for fuck's sake. That's how you know that you can't trust some bitch. Satan, Dim! Satan! What would God and Jesus think? More importantly, who in the hell does Soldier think he is killing your ex-wife's baby like that."

Dim: "You make a good point, John. Maybe it is my fault that I left my little baby an orphan. He ain't got a mama now! That damn demon man killed her!"

John Madison: "That's what I'm saying! And another thing! I didn't see Peter jump in there to try to help when we were all gathered up at the altar. He talks about how he's an immortal and shit. Shouldn't he have been the one to stand up to Soldier?!"

Dim: "Peter might'a been scared! He lacks confidence when he's gotta go up against men who he thinks are stronger than he is. You saw that shit he was sayin' earlier about how Lane and CorPUSS were a challenge for him. How he felt like he might not have deserved to win."

John Madison: "That's some friend you have there. It sounds to me like you should ditch him. Yeah! You've carried his dead weight for too long now. I'm not saying that to be mean, I'm just giving you advice based off of what Peter said. You saw the promo; he admitted to the world that he didn't deserve to win against Corvus and Lane. No one even asked him, he just came out and said it. He said all of that shit even though you guys won the match and left Corvus and Lane in a pool of blood. He's basically saying that you carried him, Dim. How could he? Doesn't he know that a friendship requires a joint effort? Gah', the guilt that he's feeling must be eating him alive. Now that Peter has come clean, everyone is going to believe him too. All that shit that people were saying about you carrying him is going to be viewed as a fact now that Peter confirmed it. Think about all of those disappointed fans, Dim. This is like when that Olympian with the bicycle and the messed up testicles admitted that he was on steroids the whole time. Dim, have you already forgotten some of the things that he confessed to? Look at this shit, dude:"

Quote:Peter: It’s true CorVus and Lane were the ONLY team that were a challenge for me in this tournament.

They gave me and you a run for our money I will say that.

Me and you defeated CorVus and Lane by the skin of our teeth.

You mentioned how I said CorVus “overpowered me”. Let me be honest here, CorVus is very strong. He beat me like a red headed stepchild.

Dim: "I don't understand why Peter would say those things, John. If you look back at the match, I got in more offense than anyone, and made plenty of near falls. And even when Corvus put me in his gay submission hold I was able to yell insults and was on the verge of breaking out of it. Did Peter have his fuckin' eyes closed the whole time or somethin'? John, show the folks at home that part of the match you showed me earlier."

John Madison: "Sure thing."

Quote:and now a third consecutive! CorVus’ head again snaps in a violent manner… Gilmourdow covers again, this has to be over now,



ONE….




TWO….



THRE…. OH MY GOD! Just as the refs hand was about to hit the mat, out of nowhere was Vinnie Lane connecting with fierce superkick to Dim’s jaw, breaking the cover. The ref gets in Loverboy’s grill, screaming at him and threatning to DQ his team.

Dim: "You see that, Peter? That's me in there kickin' some serious ass. I had control over Corvus with three fuckin' powerbombs and was about to win until that queer ass partner of his had to get involved and nearly got himself disqualified. That's right, Lane also was willing to throw in the towel and settle for a disqualification! God damn, and these are the two pansies who you say gave 'us' a run for 'our money,' Pete? What the hell, man? I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't disappointed in your attitude. That's not how friends should treat one another. You sit there and try to tell me that we let a couple of overpower us? That's bullshit!, man. I ain't the one who had to get stitches after the match. I'm the one who had his hand raised and got to FUCK BITCHES! ...after the match."

John Madison: "Yes, Dim. I think people presumed that it would be after the match..."

Dim: "It's gonna be the same damn thing that happens on Saturday too! I'm gon' lace up this big ol', Texas-size boot and kick some sense into Peter. Maybe that will get him to understand and respect the kind of pain that Vinnie Lane and Corvus felt last week. It's the kind of punishment that leaves even the most decorated athlete humbled. You seen it, John! I don't know why Pete didn't. It's perflexin' me."

John Madison: "Perplexing, Dim. You're on the right track though. That's enough thinking for now. Why don't you go work out some more before you hurt yourself?"

Dim: "Good idea! I'll take my baby with me! Hehehe!"

Dim grabs his baby, whatever the fuck it is, cradles it and begins to run up the stairs.

John Madison: "Look at how happy that big is. He's been having the time of his life with month. And I've been here with you to lay out the story round by round while Dim does whatever ass kicking that I program into that half brain of his. What's interesting is that everyone buys into this idea of the whole tournament coming down to "chance" or luck. The truth of the matter is, it all came down to one man who's been pulling the strings this entire time: Me, John Madison. I leave nothing to chance. You could pair Dim with anyone on the roster whether it's Pest, Gilmour, or even Thunderbolt X; I would have ensured that Dim walked with his hand held high. Dim himself thinks that this tournament comes down to luck or faith, whatever shit he's on lately; but he doesn't comprehend the fact that I'm the one who's been in control all along. In a way, you're all like Dim; under my control with the 'fun' theme of this tournament serving as your veil in order to give you false hope. Hope that you stand a chance at making it to the end in John Madison's game. That's why Desmond and Peter won't win because like everyone else who has failed, they've fooled themselves into thinking that luck plays a factor in this tournament.

"Like I said earlier, Peter's openly confessed that Dim carried him through that last round. Desmond has confessed that he's still in it because of luck and his ability to survive while stronger partners sheltered him through the storm. While that might be a good strategy early on in the game, it won't work while having Peter as a partner and Dim as an opponent.

The only question that remains is how much punishment is Soldier willing to endure before he stays down and looks up as he's declared Mr. Lethal Lotto. Soldier won't have the option of taking the easy way out by attacking a referee. It's no holds barred which means that he'll get finished off by my client one way or another. At which point I'll have my hands on a briefcase and Dim can parade around with his friends and brag about how they made it into the final rounds together.

Now, back to this tostada."


John takes a bite out of his crunchy meal and goes back to watching Dim running through the stands with his baby.

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