Post by m on Jan 26, 2008 16:26:07 GMT -5
The scene fades in. The first thing you see? Tha Infamous 187. Standing there. Standing inside his own locker room. Dimly lit. The television on behind him with some sort of new program on in the background. But that had nothing to do with this moment. This moment was about 187 right now. He folded his arms across his chest. He was prepared. Ready for Absolution. Patiently waiting to get his hands on one Joe Bruiser... again. He envisioned the way the future was going to play out. He'll come to the rings. The fans cheer. They love 187. Joe Bruiser comes out. Some fans cheer. They love Joe. The two lock horns. The match is back and forth. But one fatal flaw in Joe's game plan leaves him open and 187 counters it with a jumping one handed cutter (Break Ya Neck). He pins Joe... 1... 2... 3... The crowd goes wild. And history repeats itself again. A smirk slowly forms on his face as he looks into the camera. A slight laugh to himself. Then...He begins to speak...
"It's funny, ya know? Thinking back all this time... Remember what we've done in the past... Remembering the hellacious matches we've had... Remembering the things we've done in the public eye and behind the scenes... I tell ya... You've given me hell for the good part of three months and another additional month some time later... But now... With what I saw.... All I gotta to say... What are you thinking...? What is really going through you're mind...? Looking back... I really don't see why you would want to put yourself through this again. I know, I know. It was I who issued the challenge. But you brought it on yourself to get involved. You came out. Refused to give me an answer. Played your sad, little game. And what happened? You got other people hurt because of your actions. You got innocent people's pain on your hands. And more importantly... You got yourself hurt. You got yourself laid out in the middle of the ring. Brings back memories, huh? Laying in the middle of the ring... With me standing victorious over your battered and beaten body... If you don't remember it... Then..."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh well... Probably because you were always getting your ass handed to you... And guess what...? History repeats itself at Absolution... When you step into that ring... Looking at your arch nemesis in front of you... You better be ready... You better have an ambulance on speed dial... Because you already know what I'm about... I ain't going to go easy on you or anything like that... I never did in the past... And I damn sure am not going to start now... You know me... You know how I get down.... You know what it's like to face me in the ring at my full power... You know what it's like to face me in the ring when I'm at my best.... And you know damn well that Absolution won't be easy.... Just make sure that you're ready.... Because when all is said and done... When all the smoke clears... And the millions of fans stand up out of their seats.... Chanting...."
He paused for a moment. Nodding his head.
"1-8-7.... 1-8-7.... 1-8-7..... Game over... You lose Joe Bruiser. Just make sure you're ready. Cause I'm your executioner. And you're going to be just another victim on the chopping block..."
That smirk remains on his face. The screen begins to fade to black. 187 turns away from the camera as it does so. He was ready for Absolution. And he hoped Joe was too.
"It's funny, ya know? Thinking back all this time... Remember what we've done in the past... Remembering the hellacious matches we've had... Remembering the things we've done in the public eye and behind the scenes... I tell ya... You've given me hell for the good part of three months and another additional month some time later... But now... With what I saw.... All I gotta to say... What are you thinking...? What is really going through you're mind...? Looking back... I really don't see why you would want to put yourself through this again. I know, I know. It was I who issued the challenge. But you brought it on yourself to get involved. You came out. Refused to give me an answer. Played your sad, little game. And what happened? You got other people hurt because of your actions. You got innocent people's pain on your hands. And more importantly... You got yourself hurt. You got yourself laid out in the middle of the ring. Brings back memories, huh? Laying in the middle of the ring... With me standing victorious over your battered and beaten body... If you don't remember it... Then..."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh well... Probably because you were always getting your ass handed to you... And guess what...? History repeats itself at Absolution... When you step into that ring... Looking at your arch nemesis in front of you... You better be ready... You better have an ambulance on speed dial... Because you already know what I'm about... I ain't going to go easy on you or anything like that... I never did in the past... And I damn sure am not going to start now... You know me... You know how I get down.... You know what it's like to face me in the ring at my full power... You know what it's like to face me in the ring when I'm at my best.... And you know damn well that Absolution won't be easy.... Just make sure that you're ready.... Because when all is said and done... When all the smoke clears... And the millions of fans stand up out of their seats.... Chanting...."
He paused for a moment. Nodding his head.
"1-8-7.... 1-8-7.... 1-8-7..... Game over... You lose Joe Bruiser. Just make sure you're ready. Cause I'm your executioner. And you're going to be just another victim on the chopping block..."
That smirk remains on his face. The screen begins to fade to black. 187 turns away from the camera as it does so. He was ready for Absolution. And he hoped Joe was too.