Time to DIE(express, then o2a)

[KraZ]

Bad Company, plays over the pa as the crew of Erik Saber and Jacob Haste make their way to the ring. They slide into the ring. Erik takes a mic from his pants, and places it to his lips.

ErikLooks as if the Power trip from hell can't handle Evolve or Die. You see this doesn't suprise us. We knew how the match would go down before steping into the ring. You see, they are just a random group of fools. Not a true tag team. Not wrestlers who even like each. And that's the problem with the tag team division. No true tag teams, minus one.... Express. That is a old school tag team, complete with manager. We respect that.

Jacob steps forward and grabs the mic. And begins to speak.
What Erik means is, we respect that to a point. We respect the fact that you guys train together and fight as a team. That's all well and good. But the thing is that's old school haveing someone talk for you. And we(points to each other) we are new school. We beleive that if something needs said. The team says it for themselfs. No manager, no girlfriend, no bullshit. We do wrestling, the mic work, the self promoting. It's very simple we are the new wave here.

just as Jacob had, Erik steps forth and takes the mic.
Erik:To put it plan as day, so even the tarts in the masks get it. We are Evolve or Die. We are better then you... In every way. And sooner then later we will be rocking those tag team championship. So Express, do the right thing, the honorable thing, and face your only true compation... Evolve or Die.

jacob contuse the game and snags the mic.
Jacob:and for those of you that got beef with that. Feel free to step up, and fall flat infront of your betters. That's right. We are smarter, younger, hungryer, and flat out better then you.

[Rad Gnarley]

*Without delay, music blasts the arena, but it's not #1 Crush as EoD might have hoped. Instead Nirvana blares as one of AWF's tag teams makes their way out.

Rad and Dozer hit the ring and quickly stand face to face with Evolve or Die. Rad calls for a mic and is quickly tossed one.*

Rad: Like, Dudes, why the haterade? Pshyeah, like, it's so totally not righteous.

Like first off, no true tag teams but one, well Dudes, didntcha just like, totally screw the pooch on that one, and like totally diss the whole idea of what you two jokes are, cheeyaah.

Dozer and me, we only been doin this about two years or so, but like, we totally are a true tag team. We work together, we get the job done, and like, we so totally kick some gnarly ass!!

As for you two, like, your self promoting is more heinous then both of your stanky anuses, you mic work is, like, so totally long winded and so not tubular, and as far as your, like, so called wrestling, cheeyaah, it must not be that great seeing as Surf 'N Turf put a totally awesome loss in your column not long ago Dudes.

*Rad smirks as Dozer's shoulders move slightly, as though he's chuckling.*

Rad: So, as far as the Express doing the totally righteous and most awesome 'right thing', well, unless the Powers buck 'em, I do believe, they so totally called for us...

[Monte]

*Fire sets off and Slow Chemical goes off the speakers. Death walks out and stands by the stage. The fans chant Death's name."

"So, let me gets this straight. Evolve or Die, you guys are saying that The Express is old school and complete with a "manager"? If you're thinking that im the manager, guess again. I ain't no manager and if your the "New" School than you guys are just a bunch of noobs facing us. You may have beat them, but you cant beat me. You guys are lucky im facing some two people who spend their career pushing pen caps all day, or else you two would getting a beaing of a life time. I bet you guys dont have the ####s to face me one on one without any help or interference. I bet you two would just hide from me anyways so why should i bother. And since you two are hungryer, go to McDonalds and eat everything on the dollar menu and get thunder thighs, then you wouldnt be fast. Then your name should be Eat and Get Fat. It would suit you."

[KraZ]

Erik looks from Rad to this man named Death.

Erik:To steal a line from Trip Acid. Dude, say what? Nevermind, don't care. (turns to Rad). You did beat us, but it looks as if we will face again. The managment here seems to agree with us. That Evolve or Die will face Express. You see, our match is just so you can see our greatness over you.

[Rad Gnarley]

*Rad starts to reply to Erik, ignoring the guy on stage, but stops. He rubs his forehead before shaking his head and turning toward the entry way.*

Rad: Dude I don't know what kind of totally brain dead goth reject you're tryin to be, but like, what the hell are you doing?!? *He stares on, looking baffled.* Dude, I don't know if you just don't like, hear good, or like, if you're just ignorant, but I do believe the heinous EoD were referring to, and like, you totally said it yourself, the Express...ya know, Machine and Blade, managed by Ken...

Like, how can you even fathom that they would, like, even vaguely be talking bout the suckitude that is 'Power Trip from Loserville'? Huh Dude, like answer me that...no, wait, totally don't. All that would totally do is fry the brain cells I have that haven't been burnt by the gnarly sun while out surfing.

And as far as a fight, like, I don't know bout these dudes.. *points to EoD* .. But I'd totally take you on, one on one, or like, Dozer would gladly put you down for the count; except that would totally do nothing. Like if we'd win, you'd whine and make excuses to totally cover up the fact you suck OR you'd like get lucky and win, and then that totally heinous ego of yours would grow even more making you look like an even bigger cuntasaurus.

So Douche-ier, go back to like your lil locker room with Douche and Douchey, and the three of ya all go totally douche out with each other, while the big boys finish their talk. Cheeyah? Psshyeah.

*He turns back to EoD.*

Rad: Now, like as far as the match goes, it's so totally on, you don't even know it. All management agrees with is like their bottom line, and they so totally know SnT sells the tickets. When you got the totally sexy of the sexy, Rad Gnarley, and the woman killin, bed layin beast known as Dozer in the same building, you totally are gonna sell the seats and make some heat! The Gnarley one doesn't lower himself to get hot and bad mouthed, but with the bull that has been going on lately, it's hard to stay righteous. So that said, EoD, you so totally better be bringing it, cause once SnT is so totally done rippin yall's heads outta each others asses, you can so totally guarantee we're gonna replace 'em with your heinous ideals of greatness, and then WE will be facing the Express.

And that is the totally righteous and radical truth, bitches! CHEEYYAAAHHH!!

*Rad finishes off his heated retort by wildly flinging out his arms, making the surf sign with his hand and shaking 'em like a maniac. Dozer nods his head slightly, seemingly amused by how his annoyance has made Rad easier to understand then normal. As Rad finishes, he and Dozer exit the ring and make their way to the back to begin preparing for their upcoming encounter with EoD.

As he passes Death, Rad just shakes his head, muttering something to himself before going 'Psshh' then disappearing to the back.*

[Monte]

*Death puts the microphone to his mouth*

"This thursday, i'll be tearing you piece by piece! See you in hell...."