[[[ "Come Out Swingin'" starts to play over the grateful crowd as 2 members of the even staff wheel out from the back a large green dumpster with a label stating "City Of New York" on the side. The dumpster wheels donw the ramp fast and collides with the ring. The dumpster appears to be filled with tables. The tables catter and are tossed out of the dumpster and a black finger gloved fist appears from the rubble and then, a black hooded head. It's of course, Dumpster Mask! The crowd sends a bold roar to the ring. Dumpster Mask hops on the apron and into the ring, and the announcer tosses him a mic. ]]]
Too-thousand A.D.D., tomorrow night you are going to hop into this ring, then as fast as you got in here, you will be tossed out. I have a knuckle sandwich with your name on it bub! You come out here talking like you are the greatest wrestler to ever step nito the squared circle, talking about that jobber federation you wrestled in before. Even there you couldn't win a match. Tomorrow it isn't just any kind of match. It is a table match. I don't understand what you mean by all this technical talk like, "tables" and "match" but I do know that I am going to stack table after table and toss your paistie body through them. You think you're some kind of tough guy challenging the president that signs your checks everyweek. You should be grateful that he even lets you wrestle in his rings and in the arena's he rents. You are just an embarrassment to the XWF. You bring your Foster's pee water in the ring and drink it like you are some kind of bad ass when you look like a desperate alchoholic. Nobody in this federation likes you. You just get on everyones nerves. And tomorrow night, I am the chosen one that gets to beat your attitude out of your ass. You challenge some of the best wrestlers here, and you seem to be pretyt ignored, why is that you ask, because you smell. You are not good at fighting or wrestling. You can't even talk correctly. You need some speech tutoring. YOu're nothin but a big whining baby. Tomorrow night I am gonna pummel you throught tables and slam you into the slab of concrete below. You better get alot of rest and not get too drunk tonight tomorrow is going to be a long day and an even longer night. That very dumpsterthat I was chauffered to the ring in is going to be filled with tables and many other goodies for me to bruise your body. And I don't recommend drinking too much before our match because alchohol will make you bleed easier, not that I will have any trouble making you bloody when you are sober, but that isn't very likely. Well, until tomorrow my aussie friend, ta-ta
[[[ "Come Out Swingin'" plays as Dumpster Mask tosses the mic to a ringside table and and loads up his dumpster with the tables. He walks over to the announcer's table and shakes hands with the announcer's, then rips out the cords from the monitors and takes the table, along with the monitors, and puts it into the green dumpster, and wheels it up the ramp and to the backstage area, leaving the excited fans ]]]
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