Blood Family interview...

~Marc Ellis is shown in the interview area~
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Marc: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time are The Blood Family."
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~The crowd boos and begins to yell as The Blood Family walk into the interview area wearing their gold on their shoulders. Seraphim stands to Marc's left, Playboy to Marc's right and Cryl stands ominously behind Marc. Marc seems a little nervous with Cryl behind him. Playboy leans into Marc's microphone~
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Playboy: "You know something, Marc Ellis, being a member of the Blood Family goes beyond having the same parents and sharing the same genes. It's about being a champion, being proud of being a champion, and doing whatever you have to do to stay champion. While other people are happy talking, we're the ones standing here with the hardware."
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~Seraphim gently tugs on Marc's arm, turning him so he's facing her and the microphone is in front of her. She takes the microphone from his hand~
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Seraphim: "With all due respect, Mr. Ellis, this camera is filling the television screen with the best in wrestling today, and I believe that we can finish this interview without you."
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~Seraphim continues as Cryl places his hand on Marc's shoulder and leads him out of the picture behind Seraphim~
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Seraphim: "Slugger... next week... you and I... have a date. But it's not exactly the kind of date you want. Oh yes, you will be screaming my name. But you will be screaming my name as I bend and break every bone in your sad little body. You look at yourself in the mirror and see a broken man. A beaten man. A man who once had everything... but now has nothing. Your everything in right here on your TV screen right now. You touch your screen... you caress your screen... you kiss your screen. You pray that, one day, we will be one again. But, you see Slugger, next week, at St. Patrick's Day Massacre, you will finally learn that the dream you chase is just that... a dream."
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~She holds the microphone out to Playboy as the crowd continues to boo and yell loudly~
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Playboy: "Everytime the Blood Family comes around, it's like a major event. The newspapers come around, the TV stations come around, because we rule wrestling, we ARE wrestling. The Aggression Champion, the Tag Team Champions. It just doesn't get better than this. King David... Vince Noir... you crawl up from the under card, put a couple of wins together, and suddenly you think you have what it takes to take on the most dominant... the most evil... the most sadistic... the X-Force Entertainment Tag Team Champions."
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~Playboy lets out a couple of chuckles~
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Playboy: "Well, pal...you are going to get slapped right back to where you came from. You're going to learn that being a champion goes beyond a won/loss record. You have to have what it takes in here..."
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~Playboy points to his heart~
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Playboy: "...and in here."
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~Playboy points to his head~
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Playboy: "While last week you may have proved just a little bit...that you might have it in your heart. The fact that you got in our faces...and slapped this pretty face..."
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~The crowd applauds, remembering Vince's slap last week~
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Playboy: "...yeah, you morons may have liked that, but that just shows that those wanna-be's are missing a few screws upstairs. You have just become the focal point of our entire existence. Now everyone knows that, on March 14, St. Patrick's Day Massacre, you have to put on your trunks, lace up your boots, wipe the sweat off your brow, face everyone in the dressing room and answer the most important question of your life. Are you ready to do what you've just told the entire universe you could do... and that's beat the Blood Brothers and take the Tag Team Championship. You have to take the long walk to the ring and you have to jump on the two toughest son of a bitches you have ever seen... live broadcast around the world. Los Angeles, New York, Australia, England, Spain, all the eyes around the world watching you with crossed fingers, palms together in prayer... 'Please, lord, help these guys teach the Blood Brothers a lesson.'"
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~Playboy pauses as the crowd jeers~
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Playboy: "You've told all your family and friends and every other idiot that walks up to you and asks you for an autograph that you're going to step into that ring and take our titles. Next Wednesday, you have to face the best there is, and put up or shut up. The phones in Las Vegas are burning up, the internet networks are red hot, and anybody who has anything more than a two cent brain is putting their money on us. Enjoy your name on the marquee, because it will be...the last time."
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~Playboy drops the microphone and the family walk away as the scene fades out~
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Awsome work!

Thanks dude.