Posted at 5:28 am on Aug 11, 2006 by:
King Gojinn {-CWE Heavyweight Champion-}
Haahahahhahahaa...
Well, well, well...
Gojinn sat back in his locker room, atop the oversized, black, leather recliner looking throne, and grinned wickedly. Trip...well, piqued his interest. He was looking for a fight, or at least a way to get known fast..and it worked.
As Heavyweight Champ of the CWE, he'd need to show Trip the doors to hell itself. No one treated Gojinn's fans that way except him, and what Mr. McNealy failed to notice was the "And on the eighth day God created Gojinn" on the front of the black tee, and on the back "Gojinn - Past. Present. Future."
He took a sip of the beer in his hand and cruches the can, promptly throwing it against the wall, and let it fall softly into the trash. He stood up, letting the hood of his sleeveless trench drape over his head, and clicked off the TV.
Trip McNealy...It's really too bad I have to kill the fresh meat so soon...
[Fade to black...]
