| Heavens, Summer Stratus and Xavier Homicide just never give up. I see what they're trying to do, though. I must say, it's not the stupidest thing ever, surprisingly. They're teaming up on Palsied, who seems to be at a handicap here considering Johnny Legend prefers to remain faceless. But this doesn't phase Palsied, he plays it cool. Very cool. Palsied pops onto screen in a janitor's outfit, mopping the floor. A bushy moustache accompanies his face, and makes it unbalanced for some reason. (Puberty?) He snorts and spits on the floor as he looks up lazily. Palsied: "Well gee, I guess you were right after all, Xavier Homicide. I guess I am a janitor. I guess I do clean up crap. So does that mean I will have to continue doing my job at RAGE? Clean up the crap? Could I consider Summer Stratus and yourself as 'crap'?" He snickers as he removes the moustache. Palsied: "You set yourself up for that one! You were begging for it! Don't even tell me that you weren't, douchebag. But yes, in all seriousness, your promo bored the everliving hell out of me, I kid you not. I was this close from going all Cobain on your asses." Right in the throat. Palsied: "It's all good though. It allowed me to observe how dense you really are. You honestly think I give two shits about who you've beaten, don't you? You sure do think rather highly of them. Maybe people would take you seriously if you quit riding your past opponents like ponies. You know why people don't mention me when they talk about Main Event spots? Because I haven't been in W2K for all too long, imbecile! But that's no excuse. I think a better one would be because they keep booking me against shitty wrestlers like your girlfriend. But that is also no excuse." He stretches and sniffs a little. Palsied: "I don't know, Xavier. I guess I haven't stepped up my game just yet. Maybe I need a little motiviation. Perhaps cracking your skull open should do it." That's the cliche ticket! Palsied: "Did you say that to be a laughing stock, people had to care about me? But did you not say that I made you laugh? Well if A equals B and B equals C, then technically that means that you care about me! Do you hear that, everyone?! Xavier Homicide cares about me!" A random fellow off-camera hands Palsied a bouquet of flowers and Palsied starts to cheese up the moment even more for a few minutes. After a while of pathetically fake sobbing, he throws the bouquet off-camera again and moves on to his next target. Palsied: "Summer, you never cease to amaze me, really. You know why you have singles championships under your belt, Summer? Because you've been here a hell of a lot longer than I have. What is up with Xavier and your's obsession with ridiculing me for being a W2K n00b? Rude, I say. Rude. And what's all this 'Dave Tanner being the reason I won the tag team championships' business? You know, Xavier complimented my ability to use the record books, why don't you try, Summer? It might make you look stupid. Unlike you two goons, I research my opponents to know what I'm up against. And you two obviously have no idea." He clears his throat. Palsied: "I won the tag team championships by myself. The match was one on one. James McKnight versus Palsied for the tag team championships. I didn't even name Dave Tanner as the second half until AFTER I won the championships. So you can shove it, sistah." He smiles. Palsied: "You think you put me in my place verbally? Darling, you are so mistaken I can almost laugh. Too bad I don't give a shit about you." Fade out. | 
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