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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2023 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2023 8:02 pm
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A clean sweep!
"Here is your winner, the Snypa Rifle!"
Snypa then asks for a mic as he takes a seat in the middle of the ring next to the fallen Staff Member Russo. He shifts himself to face the entry way.
"Hey, Carty. You better worry less about our champion making your life a living hell and a hell of a lot more about what I'm gonna do to you. You're probably wondering what sadistic ideas are going through my mind."
Snypa's painted face twists into a smile.
"You're likely asking yourself: 'What does this man I absolutely hate have in mind for us? What will he choose?' And I ask myself the same questions. Am I gonna set you ablaze in an inferno match? Am I going to beat you to a bloody pulp and then handcuff you to a cage wall? Should I brutalize you all over an arena for sixty minutes while scoring as many decisions as possible?"
The Sadistic Snyper then stands and places his boot on Staff Member Russo's chest.
"The answer is no. While playing with fire, the House of Hell and putting you through your paces in an Anything Goes Iron Man Match sound fun, I want to erase any hope you think you have of coming out of this alive, let alone victorious. You're probably wondering when and where this is gonna happen. In a parking lot, at your house, in your office? Nah, I got bigger plans than that."
The Extreme Sage pauses for a moment.
"Cartwright, I said you needed to be knocked down a couple pegs and what better place and time to do it than at the Showcase of the Immortals? You told me I had to earn it, so the way I see it, I've officially earned the right to beat your British a** from go to woe at WrestleMania!"
JR: "Cartwright versus the Snypa Rifle, one last time at WrestleMania!"
King: "JR, this is huge!"
The crowd explodes at the announcement. When they settle down, the Extreme Sage speaks again.
"You told me I had to earn it, so not only will your family, your pet monster, your useless butler and anybody else down with you not be able save you from what you have coming, but I hold the manner in which you're going to suffer in my hands. You're likely still asking yourself what I'm gonna do to you and what kind of match it'll be. Sure, I could emulate my mentor, shed your blood and break every bone in your body inside twenty feet of unforgiving steel... the thought occured to me... but I told you, I want you to suffer. When I'm long gone from this ring for what will truly be the last time, I want you to look at the various scars and bruises I will inflict upon your body and think of me. And what better way to remember me by..."
Snypa rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron, pulling out a length of chain with two straps of leather with buckles on the end. He returns to the ring and the fans explode again as they recognize the collars on those chains.
"What better way for you to remember me, Cartwright, than for you to remember the Snypa Rifle demolished you at the Grandest Spectacle of Them All in a Dog... Collar... Match?!"
JR: "A Dog Collar Match!"
King: "This isn't gonna bode well for the boss!"
"But that's not all."
Stagehands enter from the back, wheeling out barrels of glass shards.
"Those glass shards represent what were humble beginnings for me and at WrestleMania, they will represent an agonizing end for you. Not only will we be tethered to one another by a length of chain, but glass will be applied to our taped hands. I'm going to hurt you, badly, in a Dog Collar Taipei Deathmatch."
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