Post by m on Feb 17, 2008 14:13:23 GMT -5
The scene opens up in an empty arena. It was dark. Not a single soul could be seen in the seats. Not a single worker was around the ring putting things together. Perhaps there were people inside of the arena. But not around the ring. Only one person was there.. The only light in the arena was being shined on the ring. There was a man standing inside of the ring. Standing in the middle. Surrounded for four walls of steel cage. There was a roof over top of their head. Another piece of steel cage. The camera began to focus on the man in the ring. Slowly beginning to zoom in. Zooming in on the man in the ring. It appeared to be none other than the man simply known to the world as Tha Infamous 187. A smirk on his face. The camera began to get closer to him. Once the camera was at a reasonable distance from where he was standing, he began to speak...
"Well, well, well... It seems that you've had Lady Luck on your side the last time we met. I'm on to your games now. I'm onto them. You thought you were so slick. Coming out there. Spouting off at the mouth about me being dead and supposed to be dead. Going on and on and on about me belonging or supposed to be in hell. Then you go right ahead and turn right around acting like you don't know anything I'm talking about. First you say I'm supposed to be dead and in hell. Then you go and say how you don't know where I was before I came to GCW. Yeah. I'm onto your games now. I don't even know how I let you get to me. I don't know why I let you get in my head. But not anymore...."
That smirk disappeared from his lips. He began to shake his head slowly. Anger rising. Hatred boiling over. Rage barely being contained. It should be quite obvious who he was speaking to. If not, well then, where the hell have you been? It was the rat obviously. He was planning on dragging the rat by his afro and stuffing his limp body in the trunk of his car. Finding a private area in Chicago. Digging a hole. And burying his ass for good. But... He had changed his mind.
"You got lucky last time. My focus was off. My concentration had been broken. I let what you said on the microphone get in my head. But not anymore. It won't happen again. You see... I'm seeing your games now. I see what you're trying to do. I see now. You're purposely acting like a complete idiot in order to confuse and jumble my thoughts during our matches. But that's not going to happen again. I refuse to let you get inside my head now... "
He began to start walking around the ring. Looking at the walls of steel surrounding him. That smirk returning across his lips. Thoughts of destroying the rat in this very ring filled him mind. A small laugh escaped his lips. He began to nod his head before turning his attention over to the camera again.
"Now I'm going to tell you what's going to happen now. There will be no more games. There will be no more talk. I will silence you permanently. If you haven't noticed by now... I'm inside four walls of steel. And inside of these four walls lies the blue prints for your demise. You see... You want me to be dead right? You want me dead? I know you do. You want me to be in Hell? Then consider your wish granted. But I’m not going alone. I’m taking you with me. You’re coming to Hell with me. You don’t even have a choice in the matter. You and I are going to take a lovely little trip down the yellow brick road to Hell. And this is where you die… This is where you will find your demise. At MindGames…. It will be me… Tha Infamous 187…. Versus you… the rat… Joe Bruiser… In…. "
He paused for a moment. Walking towards the camera. Staring directly into the lense.
”…Hell…
...in a…
....Cell.....
Don’t be scared. You brought this on yourself. If I’m supposed to be in Hell…. I’m taking you with me.”
187 then turns away from the camera. Starting to walk away. The light that was shining on the ring goes off. Leaving the screen pitch black. No need to fade. We’re already there. The challenge has been set. The bait is out there. Now to wait for the rat to be caught in the trap.
"Well, well, well... It seems that you've had Lady Luck on your side the last time we met. I'm on to your games now. I'm onto them. You thought you were so slick. Coming out there. Spouting off at the mouth about me being dead and supposed to be dead. Going on and on and on about me belonging or supposed to be in hell. Then you go right ahead and turn right around acting like you don't know anything I'm talking about. First you say I'm supposed to be dead and in hell. Then you go and say how you don't know where I was before I came to GCW. Yeah. I'm onto your games now. I don't even know how I let you get to me. I don't know why I let you get in my head. But not anymore...."
That smirk disappeared from his lips. He began to shake his head slowly. Anger rising. Hatred boiling over. Rage barely being contained. It should be quite obvious who he was speaking to. If not, well then, where the hell have you been? It was the rat obviously. He was planning on dragging the rat by his afro and stuffing his limp body in the trunk of his car. Finding a private area in Chicago. Digging a hole. And burying his ass for good. But... He had changed his mind.
"You got lucky last time. My focus was off. My concentration had been broken. I let what you said on the microphone get in my head. But not anymore. It won't happen again. You see... I'm seeing your games now. I see what you're trying to do. I see now. You're purposely acting like a complete idiot in order to confuse and jumble my thoughts during our matches. But that's not going to happen again. I refuse to let you get inside my head now... "
He began to start walking around the ring. Looking at the walls of steel surrounding him. That smirk returning across his lips. Thoughts of destroying the rat in this very ring filled him mind. A small laugh escaped his lips. He began to nod his head before turning his attention over to the camera again.
"Now I'm going to tell you what's going to happen now. There will be no more games. There will be no more talk. I will silence you permanently. If you haven't noticed by now... I'm inside four walls of steel. And inside of these four walls lies the blue prints for your demise. You see... You want me to be dead right? You want me dead? I know you do. You want me to be in Hell? Then consider your wish granted. But I’m not going alone. I’m taking you with me. You’re coming to Hell with me. You don’t even have a choice in the matter. You and I are going to take a lovely little trip down the yellow brick road to Hell. And this is where you die… This is where you will find your demise. At MindGames…. It will be me… Tha Infamous 187…. Versus you… the rat… Joe Bruiser… In…. "
He paused for a moment. Walking towards the camera. Staring directly into the lense.
”…Hell…
...in a…
....Cell.....
Don’t be scared. You brought this on yourself. If I’m supposed to be in Hell…. I’m taking you with me.”
187 then turns away from the camera. Starting to walk away. The light that was shining on the ring goes off. Leaving the screen pitch black. No need to fade. We’re already there. The challenge has been set. The bait is out there. Now to wait for the rat to be caught in the trap.