Post by m on Mar 26, 2008 15:02:44 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a dimly lit locker room. A shadowed figure standing in the back. Slowly making his way forward towards the camera. He speaks. That ever so recognizeable voice of his speaks before his face is revealed....
"Riddle me this... Riddle me that... What scares the big afro headed rat....?"
A smirk crossed the lips of Tha Infamous One. Stepping into the light. Now being able to be seen. He had something in his hand but he had it at an angle that you couldn't tell what it was.
"Heh, heh... It seems that I've stumbled upon some interesting information regarding our resident rat here in GCW... Found some interesting information that... Well... Quite frankly... Surprised even me... Which is hard to do."
Lifting up in plain view of the camera, 187 held a blank vanilla folder. You could see there was papers inside. But you could not see what the papers said. 187 made sure to keep them out of the camera so that only his eyes could see what was on them. Pausing for a moment. Opening the folder. Looking inside. Shaking his head in disgust. You could see the disappointment in his face. Closing the folder, as well as his eyes. Taking a breath, 187 let out a sigh. He opened his eyes and looked back at the camera. Continuing on now...
"Now you see... What I hold here in my hands...? It's confidential information that I'm sure our rat buddy probably would simply LOVE if I happened to have... Let it slip? Heh, heh.. Let me tell ya.... I did not know you had it in you to do what you did. I could not even imagine someone like you even being capable of what this folder holds inside. Poor guy... You didn't have to do this. You really didn't. I mean, come on. What this guy did to you? Well, it didn't call for what you did to him. No it didn't. But as usual, we all know that the rat has to push things to it's limits and go a little overboard. Even over something so little.... Something so insignificant... But no... The rat can't just let things go and keep moving. Pick himself up and dust himself off. No. Not the rat. He's got to take things personal. He's got to go that extra mile to prove a point. And boy... Did you prove a point here....."
Another shake of his head.
"Now... It may appear that I'm just rambling and could possibly not know what I'm talking about. Maybe it looks like I'm just making the whole thing up. But the rat knows what I'm talking about. And you all will know soon too. This... brings me to why I'm here tonight. You see... It's been a long and bumpy road so far... Most of which... I had to be on the unfortunate receiving end of. But you see... We're past that. All this hibbity hoo-blah over the big match at the end of the year... For now? We're past that. No more distractions. It's simple. We're going to get back to what we've had planned from the get go. Me... And you... The war to settle the score.... Check it out... At Ascension? I'm calling you out Joe. I'm calling you out again. But this time? There will be no Psycho. No Brent Starr. No one else. There will be just you and me. Nothing special. No tricks. No games. Just you and me. In the middle of that ring. One on one. What do you say Joe? Do you answer the challenge? Or do you risk the world finding out what kind of person you really are? I'll let you decide...."
Lifting the closed vanilla folder up in the camera's view.
"Deal...? Or No Deal...?"
With that said, the scene fades to black. Time to wait for a response to this. An answer to the challenge laid out to Joe Bruiser. Time to get back to business. No more distractions. No more other people involved. Just them two and a ring to settle it in.
"Riddle me this... Riddle me that... What scares the big afro headed rat....?"
A smirk crossed the lips of Tha Infamous One. Stepping into the light. Now being able to be seen. He had something in his hand but he had it at an angle that you couldn't tell what it was.
"Heh, heh... It seems that I've stumbled upon some interesting information regarding our resident rat here in GCW... Found some interesting information that... Well... Quite frankly... Surprised even me... Which is hard to do."
Lifting up in plain view of the camera, 187 held a blank vanilla folder. You could see there was papers inside. But you could not see what the papers said. 187 made sure to keep them out of the camera so that only his eyes could see what was on them. Pausing for a moment. Opening the folder. Looking inside. Shaking his head in disgust. You could see the disappointment in his face. Closing the folder, as well as his eyes. Taking a breath, 187 let out a sigh. He opened his eyes and looked back at the camera. Continuing on now...
"Now you see... What I hold here in my hands...? It's confidential information that I'm sure our rat buddy probably would simply LOVE if I happened to have... Let it slip? Heh, heh.. Let me tell ya.... I did not know you had it in you to do what you did. I could not even imagine someone like you even being capable of what this folder holds inside. Poor guy... You didn't have to do this. You really didn't. I mean, come on. What this guy did to you? Well, it didn't call for what you did to him. No it didn't. But as usual, we all know that the rat has to push things to it's limits and go a little overboard. Even over something so little.... Something so insignificant... But no... The rat can't just let things go and keep moving. Pick himself up and dust himself off. No. Not the rat. He's got to take things personal. He's got to go that extra mile to prove a point. And boy... Did you prove a point here....."
Another shake of his head.
"Now... It may appear that I'm just rambling and could possibly not know what I'm talking about. Maybe it looks like I'm just making the whole thing up. But the rat knows what I'm talking about. And you all will know soon too. This... brings me to why I'm here tonight. You see... It's been a long and bumpy road so far... Most of which... I had to be on the unfortunate receiving end of. But you see... We're past that. All this hibbity hoo-blah over the big match at the end of the year... For now? We're past that. No more distractions. It's simple. We're going to get back to what we've had planned from the get go. Me... And you... The war to settle the score.... Check it out... At Ascension? I'm calling you out Joe. I'm calling you out again. But this time? There will be no Psycho. No Brent Starr. No one else. There will be just you and me. Nothing special. No tricks. No games. Just you and me. In the middle of that ring. One on one. What do you say Joe? Do you answer the challenge? Or do you risk the world finding out what kind of person you really are? I'll let you decide...."
Lifting the closed vanilla folder up in the camera's view.
"Deal...? Or No Deal...?"
With that said, the scene fades to black. Time to wait for a response to this. An answer to the challenge laid out to Joe Bruiser. Time to get back to business. No more distractions. No more other people involved. Just them two and a ring to settle it in.