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>Oh, boy. They got this tournament to determine who's gonna go get the princess. You got all these tough guys, knights - these fighters, lined up for this insane pay-per-view. And then this big motherfucker just shows up, guy had to have been seven foot, easily five hundeed pounds, and is inserted into the match. And like I'm interested in seeing where this goes since - you know, we got a bigger guy to fill out your bracket. Might shake things up.
>Problem is he can't work for shit. This guy is green as goose shit. He's so green it affects the color of his skin - this guy has never worked a match in his life. That is the only way I can even BEGIN to explain how he could be so unsafe. You've got him working stiff, the knights going up against him are clearly getting concussed - and you heard me right. Knights, plural. Because for some dumb reason they decided to throw the tournament away and turn this into a battle royal. And they're just feeding guys to this big dumb motherfucker and he's out there hurting them for real. He goes for a tombstone - this was really scary - He goes for a tombstone and just drops the guy square on the top of his head. Just... plops him right on his head.
>There's no ref out there to call an audible, there's a fucking donkey at ringside interfering - and he's supposed to be the good guy! This is your baby face! So you build this big knight tournament for the princess only to have one guy come in and bury your entire main event scene - and he's the good guy. He's running interference and hurting people for real, but he's the winner getting the big babyface push. Good lord.
