The lights in the arena are lowered as multi-coloured lasers are shot all over the arena. London by The Super Happy Fun Club begins to play and pyros are set off from the top of the entrance ramp where Hack3r and Travis Touchdown are now standing. The crowd become united in boos but the two tag partners ignore the noise made by the fans and begin to make their way down to the ring. Hack3r picks up a microphone from a ring-side technician then they both slide in to the ring, lock eyes with each member of The Church individually and then climb upon seperate turnbuckles to taunt the crowd, they do this by motioning title belts around their waists. The music dies down and they turn to face their opponents by stay on the turnbuckles. Hack3r raises his mic to his lips.
Hack3r: Well well well what do we have O my brothers?
He speaks in an accent reminiscent of Alex Delarge in A Clockwork Orange.
Hack3r: 'Cos it looks to be like a little group of Malchicks that have had too much Moloko plus and now have gone a bit bezoomny, thinking they can run around having a bit of fun with the old ultra violence. O my brothers.
Travis looks at Hack3r questionly and the brit just smiles, shaking his head.
Hack3r: What I meant to say was -
He drops his fake accent and returns to his normal English one.
Hack3r: Who the hell are you guys? You come out of nowhere and claim total domination? It's undeniable, you have been on a roll as of late BUT you can't claim you're the most dominant team for one pure reason -
He quickly jumps down off the turnbuckle but Travis stays on his perch. Hack3r brings himself nose to nose with Anthrax
Hack3r: You've not beaten us.
He steps away from Anthrax and turns his attention to Reverand. He does much the same and brings himself dangerously close to The Church member.
Hack3r: I understand you've got a title. I know you didn't actually DO anything to get it but it's still more than these guys have ever achieved.
He motions to Naven and Anthrax with his arms.
Hack3r: The thing that riles me is, you are out here claiming to be the most dominant team here today. Him and I have won just as many matches as you guys, and we've won ours fairly. How many times have you cheated now? I count at least 5.
Travis flexs his muscles to the crowd and a loud boo ensues.
Hack3r: We'll see how dominant you are when you're left lying in the middle of the ring with us standing tall as the number 1 contenders for those shiny STW tag titles. Only thing left to say is come on at us, bros.
A grin crosses his face as he throws the microphone over his shoulder and in to the crowd. Travis jumps down from the turnbuckle as the bell rings, indicating the start of the match.
Subject: Time for Church 
Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:59 am
