Posted by NPW on 9/3/2003, 9:39 pm [After Mrs. Sexsmith translates and the crowd cheers, TJ speaks again.] KILLINGBECK : Better keep Chris Youngblood close, Tank... because you brought this on yourself when you messed with my wrestling promotion. Your punk ass is about to be given the beating of a lifetime... and just so you know? [Killingbeck steps to the edge of the ramp.] KILLINGBECK : When it's all over, I'm the guy who's gonna get you. [As Guns n' Roses cues up their rendition of "Hair of the Dog", Turner simply smiles slightly, allowing Killingbeck to have his day. TJ flips him the bird before departing for the back, and Turner shakes his head slightly, exiting the ring.] MASTERS : TJ Killingbeck, assembling the troops - and declaring open war on Think Tank Turner! CROWLEY : I don't even think there's an NFAC left to back Turner up, Masters! And if you think about all the hardcore wrestlers that have gotta be pissed off at the loss of the official NPW Extreme championship, Turner's gonna have his hands full! Watch your back, Tank! MASTERS : He'd better watch it indeed - because "The Cray-Zee From Ayy-Zee" has set his sights on "The Thinking Man's Wrestler"! And the unsanctioned Extreme championship? NPW might not be allowed to authorize it anymore back in North America, but we can show it here : and that's next, as TJ Killingbeck defends the title he made from the shards of the old Extreme championship against "The Geek of Nature", E-Normus Norman! THAT'S NEXT!
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KILLINGBECK : I'm assembling the most hardcore cases in NPW to keep the "extreme" aspect of NPW alive, Turner, until a time when NPW is able to reinstate the Extreme championship. The wrestlers that still follow the hardcore code? We're going to be outside every arena, every stadium, every single place NPW holds a card, and we're going to be crowning our own Extreme champion each and every week. And there's more, Turner - the World Pain Network's going to be focusing on you. Every chair-swingin' freak in arm's reach of you will be driving an object upside your head at every opportunity we can get. Every psucho with a Singapore cane will be busting it over your back, and sending cinder blocks through the windows of your limo, and piledriving Mrs. Sexsmith down there through a stack of plate glass windows. And everywhere you look, Tankerino, there's gonna be a guy with a 2X4 ready to knock your stupid skull off your shoulders. And the best part? We don't even have to get along with each other, Tank - we're not a stable, and we're not a team, and we're just a bunch of hardcore wrestlers with a mutual cause : to keep the extreme heritage of NPW alive, and to knock your block off every time we get. Could be anyone - could be Marty Sugar, could be Louie Z, could be me. Finding a bunch of guys who'd like a piece of you wasn't hard, and you're about to find out first-hand what hardcore's all about.
# Now you're messin' with a son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a - a son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a son of a b###h #
