Howard Finkel: This match will be a Mexican Death Match!!
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suggested winner: DNA
Special: DNA VS Ric Slade
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Special: DNA VS Ric Slade
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This One's Sure As Hell Personal!
Ric Slade (Corporate DX)
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The C-Tron shows the locker room door of the Corporate DX. Suddenly it swings open and Ric Slade walks out with Shane Lestat right behind. The other Corporate DX members wish him good luck in his match.
Ric and Shane make their way down the corridor towards the entranceway. Ric is dressed in new ring attire, black tights with a dark red dragon design down one side and 'Slade' written down the other. He is wearing a Corporate DX t-shirt with the slogan 'Suck It!Corporate Style!' on the back.
'You gotta end this match quickly Ric, you need to save your energy for the ECF title match, that's the big one.'
'There may be no titles on the line but this is sure as hell personal. I want to do this one on my own, don't want none of the guys interfering.' Ric replies.
Out in the arena Ric's theme music hits and the crowd boo in response to it.
'Alright Ric, but the boys have still got your back in the title match, if you know what I mean.'
'Good.' Ric grins to himself.
Ric steps out onto the stage.
'Good luck man.' Shane calls after him.
As Ric walks down the ramp red pyro explodes messily on the stage area.
Howard Finkel: 'From New York City, weighing in at 230lbs..... Ric Slade!!'
The crowd boo in response and some start a 'Ric sucks' chant.
JR: 'I'll take this opportunity to explain the rules for this Mexican Death Match. Falls count anywhere, no disqualification. Everytime either DNA or Ric is pinned they have 10 seconds to get up to their feet. If they can't then the match is over. However if they do then the fall doesn't count and the match continues until one man is pinned and unable to answer the 10 count.'
Ric slides into the ring and snatches the microphone from the ring announcer.
'Cut the music!'
His music slowly fades out.
'Now DNA, listen up...' He is cut off by DNA's theme music!
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The C-Tron shows the locker room door of the Corporate DX. Suddenly it swings open and Ric Slade walks out with Shane Lestat right behind. The other Corporate DX members wish him good luck in his match.
Ric and Shane make their way down the corridor towards the entranceway. Ric is dressed in new ring attire, black tights with a dark red dragon design down one side and 'Slade' written down the other. He is wearing a Corporate DX t-shirt with the slogan 'Suck It!Corporate Style!' on the back.
'You gotta end this match quickly Ric, you need to save your energy for the ECF title match, that's the big one.'
'There may be no titles on the line but this is sure as hell personal. I want to do this one on my own, don't want none of the guys interfering.' Ric replies.
Out in the arena Ric's theme music hits and the crowd boo in response to it.
'Alright Ric, but the boys have still got your back in the title match, if you know what I mean.'
'Good.' Ric grins to himself.
Ric steps out onto the stage.
'Good luck man.' Shane calls after him.
As Ric walks down the ramp red pyro explodes messily on the stage area.
Howard Finkel: 'From New York City, weighing in at 230lbs..... Ric Slade!!'
The crowd boo in response and some start a 'Ric sucks' chant.
JR: 'I'll take this opportunity to explain the rules for this Mexican Death Match. Falls count anywhere, no disqualification. Everytime either DNA or Ric is pinned they have 10 seconds to get up to their feet. If they can't then the match is over. However if they do then the fall doesn't count and the match continues until one man is pinned and unable to answer the 10 count.'
Ric slides into the ring and snatches the microphone from the ring announcer.
'Cut the music!'
His music slowly fades out.
'Now DNA, listen up...' He is cut off by DNA's theme music!
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I didn't come here to talk
DNA
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*Smoke fills the entrance as DNA steps out resplendent in a pair of faded black baggy jeans, patterned t-shirt, white bandanna and a sleeveless leather trenchcoat the letters DNA emblazond on the back above a dragon breathing a double helix and seemingly ripping open the trenchcoat with its claws. He runs down the ramp and rolls into the ring with a microphone in his hand.
DNA:I didn't come here to talk Ric. I came here to kick your ass.
JR:Tough words from a man who can back it up. Let's see how this fight progresses.
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*Smoke fills the entrance as DNA steps out resplendent in a pair of faded black baggy jeans, patterned t-shirt, white bandanna and a sleeveless leather trenchcoat the letters DNA emblazond on the back above a dragon breathing a double helix and seemingly ripping open the trenchcoat with its claws. He runs down the ramp and rolls into the ring with a microphone in his hand.
DNA:I didn't come here to talk Ric. I came here to kick your ass.
JR:Tough words from a man who can back it up. Let's see how this fight progresses.
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