06-27-2013, 06:46 PM
Swift Ion is seen sitting in the corner of the
ring prior to July 8th. The stage hands
are making final adjustments to the ring
as Swift relaxes in the vastness of the
arena
Swift Ion: Make sure you tighten the top ropes. They need to be stiff so I can spring off them real well.
The exhausted stage hand shoots a
disgusted look towards Swift and reluctantly goes to work on the top ropes
"I am really not looking forward to
my match on July 8th night. This is going to
hurt. Heyman recently had me do some
promotional work for Madness, but now I look bad and realize how stupid it was for me to do that.
I am not going to be on Madness."
Swift reaches up and grabs the middle
ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, he
gets out of the ring through the top and
middle rope. And hops over the barricade.
He starts to jog up the stairs and takes a
seat 3 ropes up from the ring
"Right here, this is the best seat in
the house, because from here you have a
clear vantage point of the ring, your sitting
at home right now thinking…but wouldn’t
the first row be the best seat? Well usually
that would be the case but not at
Wrestlefest, because if you are in the rows
ahead of me, you will be drenched, not
splattered but DRENCHED in plasma, in
blood. There will be Hell, there will be sharp
objects, I will be throwing Andrew Morrison into the
stands and I will be diving into the stands
after him, and if you cant get out of the
way, well then life’s tough…you should’ve
brought a freackong helmet. Over the years
I’ve competed in professional wrestling on
almost every continent in the world,
Antartica’s indy circuit is on a down swing,
I’ve been in MMA matches, submission
grappling, jiu-jitsu, sambo, kick boxing,
muay thai, I’ve done EVERY last one,
Andrew, you honestly think you can come
up with something new? An original idea?
You think you can break me? Then you my
friend have taken more shots to the head
then I have. Because by now violence is
my friend, and pain is my home. There is
not a day in my life where I do not enjoy
pain. Nothing ever hurts to much, it can
always be pushed a little further, and a
little further, and a little further.
Swift begins to rub his head
"Andrew, the only thing im better at then receiving pain, is dishing it out. An
Swift match is nothing more then legalized
assault, well actually I have to check the
laws around here or I may need to Nancy
Kerrigan the Fire Marshall at some point
before the match.
Swift stops rubbing his head and stands up
"Three Stages of Hell, this is truly my match, my catchphrase has always been
that I will leave my opponent Knocked the freak Out. But on Madness, the only way I can win is if you are KTFOed or if your legs are broken and you cant stand backup. I will take you to Xtreme Limits. Unfortunatly for you Doggie, I’ll only settle for both."
Fade
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Finisher: Copy and paste!
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