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Today we have a promo with Kevin Nash, but there's no time to talk here tonight, as Kevin is already on his way to the ring...
FZZZT! Here comes Kevin Nash, strutting his way down to ringside with microphone in hand. He smirks as he struts down the ramp. No nWo members have accompanied Nash to the ring, supposedly because he has asked them not to. Nash climbs into the ring, over the top rope in usual fashion and sticks his arm in the air as a form of salute to the crowd. They reply with boos and the throwing of bottles of juice. The offenders are removed by security.
"Psychiatrist!" Nash shouts. "You've been getting involved in quite lot of my matches recently, haven't you...? Yes, you have, is the answer to that. The question I'm asking is why. Why? Does it give you thrills to see me defeated for a 3 count in the ring? Does it give you happiness to see my body covered in blood lying face down on the mat after having your stupid finisher executed on me? Get out here now and give me an explanation!" Nash finishes, throwing the microphone to the ground.
*Psychiatrist's music hits* Out walks Grandprix. Wait a minute... that's not right! Grandprix has just walked out onto the stage to Psychiatrist's music. Nash has the microphone back in his hand already.
"I didn't ask for you, you former HardCAW Champion!" spits Nash towards Grandprix.
Grandprix smiles. "Chill out, Kevin. With a temper like that it's a wonder how you've even got a faction behind you..."
---
Just then, a large figure appeared on the titantron with text underneath it:
http://www.geocities.com/srcaw/SRCAW.jpg
---
Nash and Grandprix both look stunned.
"What was that?" Nash questions Grandprix.
"Beats me..." comes the reply, "But let's get back to business shall we? I said that it's surp"
"SHUT UP!" Nash screams into the microphone before Grandprix can finish what he was about to say. "You're a former HardCAW Champion, and you're not the person I wanted to talk to, so get lost!"
"Temper temper, Nash," says Grandprix as calmly as ever, "And I know someone that can change that..."
CRACK! Psychiatrist had been creeping up behind Nash with a chair, and cracked him one over the head. Grandprix had only been there to provide the distraction so that Psychiatrist could sneak in and cause some damage to Nash. But here come the nWo! THE nWo ARE SPRINTING TO RINGSIDE!!! Psychiatrist and Grandprix slide out of the ring and sprint up the ramp as Scott Hall, Big Slow and Shawn Michaels slide in to the aid of Nash. Nash is back on his feet as The 'Trist and Grandprix stare down at them.
Nash is furious and Grandprix and Psychiatrist are smiling... how far can this rivalry go before Nash eventually explodes...?
AJ.
FZZZT! Here comes Kevin Nash, strutting his way down to ringside with microphone in hand. He smirks as he struts down the ramp. No nWo members have accompanied Nash to the ring, supposedly because he has asked them not to. Nash climbs into the ring, over the top rope in usual fashion and sticks his arm in the air as a form of salute to the crowd. They reply with boos and the throwing of bottles of juice. The offenders are removed by security.
"Psychiatrist!" Nash shouts. "You've been getting involved in quite lot of my matches recently, haven't you...? Yes, you have, is the answer to that. The question I'm asking is why. Why? Does it give you thrills to see me defeated for a 3 count in the ring? Does it give you happiness to see my body covered in blood lying face down on the mat after having your stupid finisher executed on me? Get out here now and give me an explanation!" Nash finishes, throwing the microphone to the ground.
*Psychiatrist's music hits* Out walks Grandprix. Wait a minute... that's not right! Grandprix has just walked out onto the stage to Psychiatrist's music. Nash has the microphone back in his hand already.
"I didn't ask for you, you former HardCAW Champion!" spits Nash towards Grandprix.
Grandprix smiles. "Chill out, Kevin. With a temper like that it's a wonder how you've even got a faction behind you..."
---
Just then, a large figure appeared on the titantron with text underneath it:
http://www.geocities.com/srcaw/SRCAW.jpg
---
Nash and Grandprix both look stunned.
"What was that?" Nash questions Grandprix.
"Beats me..." comes the reply, "But let's get back to business shall we? I said that it's surp"
"SHUT UP!" Nash screams into the microphone before Grandprix can finish what he was about to say. "You're a former HardCAW Champion, and you're not the person I wanted to talk to, so get lost!"
"Temper temper, Nash," says Grandprix as calmly as ever, "And I know someone that can change that..."
CRACK! Psychiatrist had been creeping up behind Nash with a chair, and cracked him one over the head. Grandprix had only been there to provide the distraction so that Psychiatrist could sneak in and cause some damage to Nash. But here come the nWo! THE nWo ARE SPRINTING TO RINGSIDE!!! Psychiatrist and Grandprix slide out of the ring and sprint up the ramp as Scott Hall, Big Slow and Shawn Michaels slide in to the aid of Nash. Nash is back on his feet as The 'Trist and Grandprix stare down at them.
Nash is furious and Grandprix and Psychiatrist are smiling... how far can this rivalry go before Nash eventually explodes...?
AJ.
Ant wrote:
> Very cool promo that continues to build our first ever CAW vs WWE
> feud, but...
>
> What the HELL was that thing on the TitanTron? :D
Masked man? Naaah. I think the technical boys in the back just made a c***-up...
> Very cool promo that continues to build our first ever CAW vs WWE
> feud, but...
>
> What the HELL was that thing on the TitanTron? :D
Masked man? Naaah. I think the technical boys in the back just made a c***-up...
Hey, good promo AJ...I believe that, that sign that appeared on the Titan-Tron is from the Masked Man.
That seems more like me.
Ahhh
*Taps nose*
*Taps nose*
Very cool promo that continues to build our first ever CAW vs WWE feud, but...
What the HELL was that thing on the TitanTron? :D
What the HELL was that thing on the TitanTron? :D
Today we have a promo with Kevin Nash, but there's no time to talk here tonight, as Kevin is already on his way to the ring...
FZZZT! Here comes Kevin Nash, strutting his way down to ringside with microphone in hand. He smirks as he struts down the ramp. No nWo members have accompanied Nash to the ring, supposedly because he has asked them not to. Nash climbs into the ring, over the top rope in usual fashion and sticks his arm in the air as a form of salute to the crowd. They reply with boos and the throwing of bottles of juice. The offenders are removed by security.
"Psychiatrist!" Nash shouts. "You've been getting involved in quite lot of my matches recently, haven't you...? Yes, you have, is the answer to that. The question I'm asking is why. Why? Does it give you thrills to see me defeated for a 3 count in the ring? Does it give you happiness to see my body covered in blood lying face down on the mat after having your stupid finisher executed on me? Get out here now and give me an explanation!" Nash finishes, throwing the microphone to the ground.
*Psychiatrist's music hits* Out walks Grandprix. Wait a minute... that's not right! Grandprix has just walked out onto the stage to Psychiatrist's music. Nash has the microphone back in his hand already.
"I didn't ask for you, you former HardCAW Champion!" spits Nash towards Grandprix.
Grandprix smiles. "Chill out, Kevin. With a temper like that it's a wonder how you've even got a faction behind you..."
---
Just then, a large figure appeared on the titantron with text underneath it:
http://www.geocities.com/srcaw/SRCAW.jpg
---
Nash and Grandprix both look stunned.
"What was that?" Nash questions Grandprix.
"Beats me..." comes the reply, "But let's get back to business shall we? I said that it's surp"
"SHUT UP!" Nash screams into the microphone before Grandprix can finish what he was about to say. "You're a former HardCAW Champion, and you're not the person I wanted to talk to, so get lost!"
"Temper temper, Nash," says Grandprix as calmly as ever, "And I know someone that can change that..."
CRACK! Psychiatrist had been creeping up behind Nash with a chair, and cracked him one over the head. Grandprix had only been there to provide the distraction so that Psychiatrist could sneak in and cause some damage to Nash. But here come the nWo! THE nWo ARE SPRINTING TO RINGSIDE!!! Psychiatrist and Grandprix slide out of the ring and sprint up the ramp as Scott Hall, Big Slow and Shawn Michaels slide in to the aid of Nash. Nash is back on his feet as The 'Trist and Grandprix stare down at them.
Nash is furious and Grandprix and Psychiatrist are smiling... how far can this rivalry go before Nash eventually explodes...?
AJ.
FZZZT! Here comes Kevin Nash, strutting his way down to ringside with microphone in hand. He smirks as he struts down the ramp. No nWo members have accompanied Nash to the ring, supposedly because he has asked them not to. Nash climbs into the ring, over the top rope in usual fashion and sticks his arm in the air as a form of salute to the crowd. They reply with boos and the throwing of bottles of juice. The offenders are removed by security.
"Psychiatrist!" Nash shouts. "You've been getting involved in quite lot of my matches recently, haven't you...? Yes, you have, is the answer to that. The question I'm asking is why. Why? Does it give you thrills to see me defeated for a 3 count in the ring? Does it give you happiness to see my body covered in blood lying face down on the mat after having your stupid finisher executed on me? Get out here now and give me an explanation!" Nash finishes, throwing the microphone to the ground.
*Psychiatrist's music hits* Out walks Grandprix. Wait a minute... that's not right! Grandprix has just walked out onto the stage to Psychiatrist's music. Nash has the microphone back in his hand already.
"I didn't ask for you, you former HardCAW Champion!" spits Nash towards Grandprix.
Grandprix smiles. "Chill out, Kevin. With a temper like that it's a wonder how you've even got a faction behind you..."
---
Just then, a large figure appeared on the titantron with text underneath it:
http://www.geocities.com/srcaw/SRCAW.jpg
---
Nash and Grandprix both look stunned.
"What was that?" Nash questions Grandprix.
"Beats me..." comes the reply, "But let's get back to business shall we? I said that it's surp"
"SHUT UP!" Nash screams into the microphone before Grandprix can finish what he was about to say. "You're a former HardCAW Champion, and you're not the person I wanted to talk to, so get lost!"
"Temper temper, Nash," says Grandprix as calmly as ever, "And I know someone that can change that..."
CRACK! Psychiatrist had been creeping up behind Nash with a chair, and cracked him one over the head. Grandprix had only been there to provide the distraction so that Psychiatrist could sneak in and cause some damage to Nash. But here come the nWo! THE nWo ARE SPRINTING TO RINGSIDE!!! Psychiatrist and Grandprix slide out of the ring and sprint up the ramp as Scott Hall, Big Slow and Shawn Michaels slide in to the aid of Nash. Nash is back on his feet as The 'Trist and Grandprix stare down at them.
Nash is furious and Grandprix and Psychiatrist are smiling... how far can this rivalry go before Nash eventually explodes...?
AJ.