01-06-2007, 10:20 PM
Once more, Spop found himself wandering the backstage area of CPW. Though he felt ashamed of his cowardly escape from the ring, he knew it was the only option he had if he was to protect his career. Still, his pride was tarnished and his heart full of anger.
A lady approached him, a microphone in hand. "Hombre, how-"
She was cut off prematurely as Spop placed his hand over her face and pushed her to the ground. Prying the microphone from her hand, the spandex clad man addressed his fans.
"That cheap-ass bastard might have beat me this time, but next time he won't be so lucky. Next time, I'm gonna put him in his grave."
Finished with his post-match commentary, Spop clotheslined the cameraman and continued towards his locker room.
(I R teh h33l!!1!)
A lady approached him, a microphone in hand. "Hombre, how-"
She was cut off prematurely as Spop placed his hand over her face and pushed her to the ground. Prying the microphone from her hand, the spandex clad man addressed his fans.
"That cheap-ass bastard might have beat me this time, but next time he won't be so lucky. Next time, I'm gonna put him in his grave."
Finished with his post-match commentary, Spop clotheslined the cameraman and continued towards his locker room.
(I R teh h33l!!1!)