Post by maineventmayhem on Nov 5, 2008 0:20:57 GMT -6
Terry: "OH, YEEEEAH!"
There's the cape spread out for all to see, and good lord, it's Terry Powers. This time he is just with his girl, Cynthia Powers, the wedding ring gleaming brightly on her finger as The Main Event holds her round the waist, the tassels of his jacket seeming to mesh with the soft pink dress that clings to Cynthia perfectly.
Terry: "So, ah, so the Main EVEEENT hears that his rather large adversary had a few choice WORDS for the man who has no SHORTAGE of such, The Main Event, Terry Powers, yeeeeah. He asked me a very simple question and that IS, my friends, do I have the power to defeat a big palooka like Michael Octaine? Well, I'll tell ya, now, tomorrow, and NEXT WEEK that the answer is...OH YEEEEEEEAH I DO! And I'll tell ya' where the power is, my friend, it ain't in my arms, it ain't in my stomach, it ain't in my shoulders...THIS...is where the POW-AH lies, YEEEAH!"
Predictably the Main Event has unfurled his hand from Cynthia's slender waist and points at said hand, his hand spread out wide, showing everybody where the power lies.
Terry: "Now, the other thing I cared to notice before I decided to speak my piece, yeah...Michael Octaine happened to have some choice words for the MAIN EVENT, sure, but not one word, not one BREATH, YEAH, was used on this buxom babe here, my wife Cynthia. And Cynthia's told the Main Event that SHE in return has some words of her own. Take it away, gorgeous! YEEEEAH!"
Terry spins away out of shot, and leaves Cynthia to fix the camera with a confident look.
Cynthia: "Let me make myself clear. I'm not just a gorgeous face and a killer body. I'm the loving wife of a man who is going to take the American Wrestling Society by storm. And the idea that a big, nasty old MEATHEAD like you, Michael Octaine, can even hope to beat my Terry as ready as he is...well, that is just preposterous. There's a reason why Terry calls himself the Main Event of this federation. And he's gonna' prove, just as soon as he beats your ass, Michael Octaine, why he deserves that nickname and deserves every accolade he's going to acheive here, and in the years to come. Watch out, because it's time for a little Main Event Mayhem."
Spinning back into shot in a flurry of tassels and sequins, the Main Event kisses his girl to a flurry of giggles from Cynthia.
Terry: "WHOOOOO YEEEEAH! Preachin' to the choir, babe! PREACHIN' to the choir! That big lunkhead is outta LINE, and The Main Event's knockin' him outta SIGHT! YEAH! Come on, Cynthia!"
Terry now takes Cynthia by the hand and leads her off, ending the scene.
There's the cape spread out for all to see, and good lord, it's Terry Powers. This time he is just with his girl, Cynthia Powers, the wedding ring gleaming brightly on her finger as The Main Event holds her round the waist, the tassels of his jacket seeming to mesh with the soft pink dress that clings to Cynthia perfectly.
Terry: "So, ah, so the Main EVEEENT hears that his rather large adversary had a few choice WORDS for the man who has no SHORTAGE of such, The Main Event, Terry Powers, yeeeeah. He asked me a very simple question and that IS, my friends, do I have the power to defeat a big palooka like Michael Octaine? Well, I'll tell ya, now, tomorrow, and NEXT WEEK that the answer is...OH YEEEEEEEAH I DO! And I'll tell ya' where the power is, my friend, it ain't in my arms, it ain't in my stomach, it ain't in my shoulders...THIS...is where the POW-AH lies, YEEEAH!"
Predictably the Main Event has unfurled his hand from Cynthia's slender waist and points at said hand, his hand spread out wide, showing everybody where the power lies.
Terry: "Now, the other thing I cared to notice before I decided to speak my piece, yeah...Michael Octaine happened to have some choice words for the MAIN EVENT, sure, but not one word, not one BREATH, YEAH, was used on this buxom babe here, my wife Cynthia. And Cynthia's told the Main Event that SHE in return has some words of her own. Take it away, gorgeous! YEEEEAH!"
Terry spins away out of shot, and leaves Cynthia to fix the camera with a confident look.
Cynthia: "Let me make myself clear. I'm not just a gorgeous face and a killer body. I'm the loving wife of a man who is going to take the American Wrestling Society by storm. And the idea that a big, nasty old MEATHEAD like you, Michael Octaine, can even hope to beat my Terry as ready as he is...well, that is just preposterous. There's a reason why Terry calls himself the Main Event of this federation. And he's gonna' prove, just as soon as he beats your ass, Michael Octaine, why he deserves that nickname and deserves every accolade he's going to acheive here, and in the years to come. Watch out, because it's time for a little Main Event Mayhem."
Spinning back into shot in a flurry of tassels and sequins, the Main Event kisses his girl to a flurry of giggles from Cynthia.
Terry: "WHOOOOO YEEEEAH! Preachin' to the choir, babe! PREACHIN' to the choir! That big lunkhead is outta LINE, and The Main Event's knockin' him outta SIGHT! YEAH! Come on, Cynthia!"
Terry now takes Cynthia by the hand and leads her off, ending the scene.