Post by 'The Lightning' Pohatu on Feb 5, 2005 15:00:17 GMT
G-Dawg was strolling down the hallway, his recently won Deathmatch title over one shoulder, his chain bouncing against his chest as he walked. As the 295 pounder turned a corner, he bumped into the recently returned superstar, Pohatu, who looked like he was reading some announcements on the bulletin board. The cruiserweight turned, looking surprised at first to see G-Dawg standing there, but that surprised look turned into a grin.
Pohatu: What’s up G-Dawg? I take it you’ve been stirring up trouble if your holding that title on your shoulder.
G-Dawg: Trouble? Pfft, nah. It was easy to nab this title from somebody like Mastema. I’ll be in trouble if somebody like Reaper, Gomez, or Corpsey come after me, though.
Pohatu: Yeah, those guys are probably the most Hardcore people we have around here. Anyway, has anybody come after your title yet?
G-Dawg: Randy Orton and Goldberg probably tried...but couldn’t even get my locker room door open.*G-Dawg laughs a bit.*
Pohatu: Well, get ready for your first defense.
G-Dawg didn’t even have enough time to react to what the cruiserweight had said before he was knocked down to the ground by a discus clothesline, backflipping once before landing face first on the ground. Pohatu grabbed G-Dawg’s head and lifted the heavyweight up to his feet, landing a few welll placed knees to the gut before putting him into a standing head scissors. Pohatu glanced around to make sure nobody was going to interfere then waist locked G-Dawg and lifted him up, dropping him down a bit so that he could step over G-Dawg’s arms, the set up making it plainly obvious what he was planning to do. The cruiserweight held G-Dawg there for a few seconds then threw his legs back, nailing G-Dawg into the ground with a Lion Strike.
Pohatu: Hey, can I get a referee over here?
The cruiserweight yelled that as he kept the waistlock on G-Dawg and rolled through, pinning G-Dawg’s shoulders against the ground.
Pohatu: What’s up G-Dawg? I take it you’ve been stirring up trouble if your holding that title on your shoulder.
G-Dawg: Trouble? Pfft, nah. It was easy to nab this title from somebody like Mastema. I’ll be in trouble if somebody like Reaper, Gomez, or Corpsey come after me, though.
Pohatu: Yeah, those guys are probably the most Hardcore people we have around here. Anyway, has anybody come after your title yet?
G-Dawg: Randy Orton and Goldberg probably tried...but couldn’t even get my locker room door open.*G-Dawg laughs a bit.*
Pohatu: Well, get ready for your first defense.
G-Dawg didn’t even have enough time to react to what the cruiserweight had said before he was knocked down to the ground by a discus clothesline, backflipping once before landing face first on the ground. Pohatu grabbed G-Dawg’s head and lifted the heavyweight up to his feet, landing a few welll placed knees to the gut before putting him into a standing head scissors. Pohatu glanced around to make sure nobody was going to interfere then waist locked G-Dawg and lifted him up, dropping him down a bit so that he could step over G-Dawg’s arms, the set up making it plainly obvious what he was planning to do. The cruiserweight held G-Dawg there for a few seconds then threw his legs back, nailing G-Dawg into the ground with a Lion Strike.
Pohatu: Hey, can I get a referee over here?
The cruiserweight yelled that as he kept the waistlock on G-Dawg and rolled through, pinning G-Dawg’s shoulders against the ground.
